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| Crimson Shards | Aug 12 2007, 03:54 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 | Aug 12 2007, 03:58 AM Post #2 |
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[align=center]Dark Match[/align] ‘Cochise’ by Audioslave starts to play. The opening riffs hammer out repetitively as the lights dim. The main section starts with a bang as a fireworks explode at the top of the walkway. From the back and into the smoke steps the now former Fighting Spirit champion. There is a cheer from the crowd as he soaks up the atmosphere with a smile that lacks the brightness we have been used to in the past. After a moment he begins to walk towards the ring. MA: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making is way to the ring, weighing in at two-hundred and seventeen pounds, from Cheltenham, England…LIAAAAM MOOOOOORTEEEELL!” By this time Liam has reached the ring and is standing on the apron. Instead of leaping over as he often does, Liam steps through the ropes and acknowledges the crowd from the canvas, as opposed to ascending the turnbuckles. Standing in one of the far corners in a plain looking wrestler, wearing ‘generic’ wrestling gear; blue trunks, black knee & elbow pads, white boots and the usual white wrist tape. He looks a lot younger than Liam, seeing to be in his mid-twenties, and has short brown hair. MA: “And his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds, from somewhere near by…JOHN STAAPLLES!” [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] The two begin to circle each other in the time honoured tradition. Liam often takes a quick step forward, causing John to back up a little. John tries to play the same ‘trick’ but Liam takes the opportunity to lock up. The two vie for the upper hand but seem equally matched in strength. John stretches a little too high though, and Liam takes the advantage, breaking the lock up and wrapping his hands around John with a waistlock. He ducks around so he is standing behind John, but can’t get him off the ground. Staples fires an elbow at Liam’s head, but it is ducked and John spins around with the momentum. Liam quickly sweeps the legs of his off-balance opponent out, making him land on his back. He can’t take advantage of the situation though as Staples uses his leg strength to push Mortell away. John does a backward roll off the canvas, and up to his feet. Liam offers a ‘test of strength’ to which John obliges. Liam’s fingers bend back further than they should but he doesn’t seem to be in too much pain. Staples looks a little irritated and tries to apply more pressure, but Mortell still doesn’t succumb to the pain he should be in. Frustrated kicks Liam’s left hand, breaking the hold on that side, and uses the distraction to duck behind Liam, keeping in control of his right arm by locking it in a hammerlock. Knowing that his right shoulder could be in trouble, Liam reaches up and grabs John’s head and drops down pulling him over with a modified snapmare. John tries to get back to his feet quickly, but is grabbed and locked in a headlock. Liam then pulls Staples over and down to the canvas, keeping the headlock on. The ref quickly checks the shoulders of Staples, but they aren’t both down so no count takes place. John lifts his legs up and locks them around Liam’s neck with a leg scissors and peals him off his head. Mortell struggles to escape from the legs clamped around him, he manages to roll so that John is sat up and Liam is in front of him, but still locked in. Putting his hands on John’s legs, Liam performs an almost perfect headstand…then quickly falls back down the way he came, allowing his head to slip from John’s grip. Landing on his feet, Liam quickly takes control of the situation and NAILS Staples in the chest with a stiff kick, which echoes around the arena. The crowd let out a loud gasp, as others applaud the rather clever escape. Liam takes the opportunity to recoup as John slowly gets back to his feet. He’s nearly to his feet when Liam helps him upright and smacks him in the chest with a hard open palm chop. The crowd ‘Wooo’ in the usual homage to the Nature Boy, and again when Liam connects with another chest-reddening chop. Staples walks towards the ropes, grabbing his chest and hoping to get a bit of a breather but Liam turns him around so his back his facing the ropes and hits him in the face with a stiff forearm, before whipping him across the ring. Liam moves towards the centre of the ring, and leaps into the air mere moments before John has reached him and throws him down to the mat with a quick hurricanrana. Everyone seems a little surprised, and Liam seems pleased that he managed to pull off the move without injuring himself. Staggering up to his feet, Staples walks straight into a kick to the gut and is hooked up. Liam lifts John up, suspends him up in the air and then quickly snaps him down, hitting an almost perfect S.I.S. Liam covers with a lateral press. [align=center]ONE TWO KICKOUT[/align] Mortell tries to pick up John, but is met with a sudden burst of energy and is picked up over the shoulders of Staples and dropped down with a Samoan drop. Liam is taken aback and seems to be slightly winded on the canvas, but has no time to recuperate as he is pulled up into a waistlock, lifted and dropped back down with a vicious German suplex. John doesn’t let go and connects with another gut-wrenching German suplex, only this time Liam is a little twisted and crashes down on his right shoulder. Liam lets out a quick yell of pain. Staples keeps on the offensive and locks Liam in a Fujiwara armbar. Aware of his surroundings, Liam quickly gets his legs on the near by ropes, and the ref forces John to break the hold. Mortell rolls out onto the apron to try and give himself a break. He stands up on the apron and sees John charging towards him. Thinking quickly, he drops down pulling the top rope down with him and making Staples sail over the ropes and down to the mats surrounding the ring. Acting quickly, Liam steps into the ring and turns back to face the outside and the now standing Staples. Springboarding up onto the top rope, Liam corkscrews his body as he flies through the air and connects with a crossbody. The fans a very impressed with the display of agility from the older Liam, and applaud him to show this. There is a wreckage of bodies on the outside, so the ref goes to quickly check the situation. Both men seem to be uninjured as the ref rolls back into the ring and begins his count. Liam stirs, shaking his head clear, and slowly pulls John up to his feet and rests him up against the apron. [align=center]FOUR FIVE[/align] Liam goes to put John inside the confines of the ring ropes, but is countered and pulled down face first onto the apron. Liam slumps down to one knee, before being rolled into the ring by Staples. John pulls Mortell up into a standing headscissors and drills him to the canvas with a piledriver. Members of the crowd wince as Liam is rolled over and covered by Staples, who hooks both legs. [align=center]ONE TWO THR-KICKOUT[/align] John looks a little annoyed and glares at the referee, who stares back unaffected. Staples allows Liam to roll onto all fours before stomping on his shoulder, causing him to drop back down to the mat. John continues to stomp on Liam before pulling him up into a front facelock. Stupidly, however, John decides to taunt Liam and tries to get some crowd support. They cheer back, but only because Liam has kicked back into action and has reverses John’s attempt at a DDT, with a Northern Lights suplex. Mortell pulls himself back to an upright position, bringing Staples with him. He whips him towards a turnbuckle and follows him in with a running forearm right to the face. John stumbles away from the corner and is hooked up and nailed with a ‘Rock Bottom’ right onto Liam’s knee. Staples lets out a groan of pain as Liam positions him on the canvas, face down and close to one set of ropes. Mortell springboards off the bottom rope, and drops a knee on the back of John, and then repeats the move, and goes to repeat the move a third time, but lands a splash across his back. Liam kneels up and smiles out at the audience and points at the turnbuckle, the respond with approving cheers. He quickly pulls John up and hoists him up onto his shoulder. Liam walks towards the nearest turnbuckle and sits Staples on the top rope. Mortell smiles as he walks toward the centre of the ring, then turns back to the turnbuckle and breaks into a run. He quickly ascends the ropes, grabbing the arm of John and throws him down to the canvas with an avalanche Ippon Seoinage. Staples slams down hard and bounces up again and lands face down. Not getting to opportunity to lock in the arm triangle choke as he would normally like to do straight after an Ippon Seoinage, Liam quickly rolls him over with a Daki Wakare and locks in the desired hold in. John screams out in pain. Liam pulls back further, stretching out the back of Staples to almost breaking point. John looks like he’s just about to tap out, when suddenly his hand reaches, up to the face of Mortell and rakes at the eyes. Liam lets go of the hold and clutches his eyes. The ref chastises John as he gets to his feet. Staples notices that Liam is about to get to his feet and runs at the ropes, and then rebounds towards Liam…who grabs John, lifts him up, spins and DRIVES him into the canvas with a HUGE spinebuster. John lies, arching his back of the canvas and gritting his teeth, clearly in a very large amount of pain. Mortell pushes Staples flat and hooks both legs for a pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THREE NO KICKOUT[/align] Liam sits up, looking quite exhausted, but doesn’t get annoyed and simply pulls himself back to his feet. He waits for John to get up, ready to run towards him. Slowly, but surely, Staples gets up to his feet just as Liam begins to run towards him. John looks to step out of the way but it’s too late and Liam steps off John’s leg and nails a Shining Enzuigiri. The impact is so quick and forceful that it causes Staples to flip over completely and land looking up to the lights. Wasting no time, Liam ascends the turnbuckle. Momentarily he looses balance, but regains stability and leaps off for a double stomp. But at the last minute John rolls out of the way, but Liam manages to action roll open landing and gets straight up onto his feet right into a STIFF superkick. Mortell drops backwards to the canvas, stunned. Staples smiles, pleased with the connection and casually walks over to his downed opponent and drops down, covering with the outside leg. [align=center]ONE TWO THRE-KICKOUT[/align] Slamming his fists with frustration, John turns to the referee and yells at him, but is met with two fingers. He shouldn’t have been so distracted, however, as Liam grabs him from behind and throws him half way across the ring with a release German suplex. Liam staggers slowly across the ring, still a little shaken from the superkick to the jaw. He pulls Staples up into the corner and roughly forces him up onto the top turnbuckle again. Mortell bends John’s legs into a modified Texas Cloverleaf hold, but pulls him away from the corner, still in the hold and balancing precariously. Liam turns and walks away, before hurling him down to the canvas with a modified powerbomb, holding onto the leg hold and applying pressure for a pin. [align=center]ONE TWO THR-KICKOUT[/align] But the momentum of the kickout allows Liam to swing him over and lock on the Texas Cloverleaf, and to apply pressure. Liam quickly drops down as low as he can, causing Staples to scream out in pain. [align=center]TAPOUT[/align] And it’s over. ‘Cochise’ by Audioslave kicks in again as the referee raises Liam’s arm. He walks over to the turnbuckle, and raises his arms. Walking back over to the now sitting John Staples, Liam looks down at him then offers a hand up. John looks for a moment then takes it. Once up to his feet, the two shake hands and go their separate ways. |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 12 2007, 04:00 AM Post #3 |
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After that opening the camera cuts backstage to the familiar dimly lit area of the boiler room, though now it is more commonly known as the General Manager’s office. The only source of light in the depressing location is the candles sitting on the desk of the fore mentioned GM. Who is, as usual, sitting behind his desk in his throne like chair and looking just as mysterious as the day he first appeared in Full Intensity Wrestling. However one thing is abnormal about the scene, and that would be another figure sitting in a chair in front of the desk, the camera only filming his unfamiliar presence from behind. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... I am delighted… kssshhhhhk... to hear that your employer and you…kssshhhhhk... enjoyed yourselves in Vegas and at our event…kssshhhhhk... The unknown man appears to be wearing a business suit and is writing on some type of document, only acknowledging Herr Krähe with a curt nod. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Though I know he had… kssshhhhhk... to return for some business over seas…kssshhhhhk... you are welcomed…kssshhhhhk... to stay and enjoy tonight’s show…kssshhhhhk... after we are done with this paper work…kssshhhhhk... Briefly the man looks up from the paper work, the camera angle and poor lighting making it impossible to see any more details of the man. ??????: Hai, I would deeply enjoy that Krähe-sama. Without another word said he resumes writing at a rapid fast pace and in a matter of moments places his pen down. Both men get up from their seats and stand, a hand coming from the endless abyss that makes up the General Manager’s form and extends it to him. The unknown business man takes it with a hand of his own, firmly shaking it and bowing his head to the mysterious ruler of FIW. ??????: A pleasure to do business with you. Similar to the man standing before him, the helmet covered head of the General Manager tips forward in a bow. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... The feeling is… kssshhhhhk... mutual…kssshhhhhk... On this confusing note the camera footage does a sweeping fade into the arena for the start of the in-ring product. JH: Hello every one and welcome to another edition of Friday Night ReVolt! I’m Jonathon Hitchen! CL: And I’m Constance Loire, if you couldn’t fucking remember my name by now. CM: And I’m Chip Martin! Though, hey, why are Dragon and Drake Love already in the ring?! JH: Before we went on air both men already made their entrances and the first match of the night will soon be under way. CL: Thank goodness, the quicker this is over, the happier I’ll be. CM: I don’t know, Dragon could maybe take i…okay, I can’t finish that sentence with a straight face. MA: Introducing competitor number one, he hai-hey! I’m not done ye-oh crap! Michael Anderson bails from the ring as Drake Love knocks his opponent almost out of his boots with a lariat. Like a vulture on road kill, Drake starts kicking and stomping the living day lights out of his fellow wrestler to a chorus of jeers from the California fans. Seeing that Anderson is gone and the Career Killer isn’t going to stop to let the official proceedings resume, the referee calls for the bell to start the match. Timmy the Time Keeper picks up his small hammer and gives the bell a few good dings as Drake starts choking Dragon with his boot. Within the front row a man in face paint and wearing a crimson trench coat wheels a person sitting in a wheel chair shrouded by a white cloak. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Immediately FIW’s official starts getting on the bigger man’s case and starts a count, only getting up to four before Love releases it. Backing away at the command, Drake let’s the talent enhancement wrestler use the ropes to get to his feet before he barrels right back in. Wasting no time, he fires off a few forearm shots straight to Dragon’s skull, knocking him for a loop and putting him on spaghetti legs. Because of this, the Mile High Mad Man with ease scoops up and tosses over his head his opponent with a fall away slam. CL: Oh look, Drake is dominating, what a surprise. CM: It is?! I was expecting this! JH: I think he was being sarcastic Chip… Mockingly the self proclaimed true Career Killer slaps his foe across the hand a few times, calling for him to get back up to his feet. Only he gets a few cocked eyebrows and jeers by calling Dragon by another name, Drake is calling him none other than Ethan Adams. Growing frustrated with the slaps and wrong name, the smaller man leaps at Love’s throat only to get a back hand that sends him back down to the canvas. Bored of trying to motivate him, Drake walks over Dragon so the jobber is in between his legs and smirks. CM: Um, maybe Drake Love needs his glasses. That’s Dragon, not the guy who is our Fighting Spirit Champion. JH: Another mind game from the hopeful challenger to that championship no doubt. CL: You never know with Drake, guy has a screw loose or two…then again, that’s why I like the guy. Roughly he grabs a handful of Dragon’s hair and yanks on it, forcing him to lift up his face and stare at the camera. The potential FSC contender yells at the camera that this is coming to the supposed High Spot Sensation very soon, and starts unleashing cross farces. His massive forearms ramming into the Dragon’s cranium from the sides, aiming dangerously at the temple region on both sides of the head. After a good minute of it the jobber’s head just slumps down, though Drake pulls it back up by the hair to deal out some more to him. JH: Good grief! He could kill a man with one misaimed shot of those! CL: Forget that, can you hear what he’s saying?! CM: Yeah! He’s asking him how he likes being a bitch, and he’s calling him Ethan still! This is great! From the sheer power behind each strike it isn’t a surprise when Love’s arm catches one of his opponent’s ears and cuts it. That sacred crimson liquid starts trickling down the side of Dragon’s head as his eyes just start to roll into the back of his head from all the abuse. Mercifully the Mile High Mad Man stops and towers over the bleeding and dazed opponent, a gleam in his eye when he bends down towards Dragon. In an instant he rolls over his foe and locks him into the Colorado Clutch, it doesn’t take more than a few seconds in the hold for Dragon to tap. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] CL: Wow, talk about a deadly hold! Dragon couldn’t even handle being in it for more than…five seconds?! Fucking hell! CM: Drake Love is a friggin’ beast, man! JH: It would seem the young man hasn’t lost a single step since his last stint, and that spells trouble for the First Wonder of the World. MA: Your winner by submission…DRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAKE LOOOOOOOOVE~!!! A.F.I.’s tune reprises over the system and yet Drake still doesn’t release the hold as Dragon continues to tap feverishly. FIW’s Mile High Mad Man just keeps screaming at his victim and calling him Ethan Adams all the entire while. J.J. attempts to tell him to release the hold and even struggles to break it, but Drake keeps demanding not yet. It isn’t until Dragon loses consciousness that Love releases the hold and gets to his feet, smirking as J.J. reluctantly raises his arm. |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 12 2007, 04:03 AM Post #4 |
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our next matchup. The following match will be contested under normal rules. The low piano music starts up as lights in the arena slowly die down. Suddenly, with the skipping effect, lights come back on with reds and pinks all around. A small silhouette appears behind a white curtain dancing slowly to the heavy, and trancing beat. [align=center]You woke up this morning All the love has gone, Your Papa never told you About right and wrong.[/align] The curtain drops down to the concrete ground as Roxie turns towards the crowd and lets out a smile. Taking her time going down the steps, Roxie continues to the ring stepping on the beat with both feet, with a hair difference. Once at the ring, Roxie grabs a hold of the bottom rope and lets it guide her to the corner to round the ring. Now on the other side, Roxie lifts her right leg and rests it on the apron. MA: From New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-- Roxie struggles to get the other foot up, and instead crashes down outside the ring due to lack of balance as Anderson looks on. [align=center]You woke up this morning The world turned upside down, Thing's ain't been the same Since the Blues walked into town.[/align] MA: Uh...One hundred and twenty three pounds, ROXIEEEE GALANOOOOCHIEEEEE!!! Roxie quickly scampers back to her feet and rolls into the ring instead. Instead of ending on some grand dancing note, Roxie just waves slightly to the crowd still a little embarrassed. MA: And her opponent. The arena’s lights fade to a dim darkness as “Becoming Insane” begins it’s steady techno beat, as it does red and white lights swirl around the arena until a big cheer is heard as from the entrance curtains jumps Justin Insane. He’s bouncing around to the beat as it kicks itself into overdrive and Justin jumps the steps and then runs towards the ring with super speed, sliding in to the ring, he slides to the other side just by the ropes and stands to a big pop from the crowd… MA: Weighing in at one hundred and ninety two pounds… coming from Insaneville… he is the Insane Luchador! JUSTTTIIIIIINNNNNNNN SANNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! …As he hears the announcement he Hulk Hogan like rips the t-shirt from his body, then bounces up and down on the ropes in a fashion of a hyper-active person, really getting pumped as well as the fans before going to his respective corner and sitting down, awaiting the match to commence. JH: Well this should be a great treat to fans as we get to see some up and coming stars lock into it. CM: Yeah right. This holds the same appeal as women golf. CL: I prefer women’s tennis. At least they wear those cute little skirts. JH: Will you both shut up? We are getting paid to call this match. CL: Wait! You get paid? While our illustrious commentary team argues some more the two in-ring competitors begin to circle each other. The two finally lock up in the middle in the ring and have a brief power struggle. The larger Justin manages to get the upper hand and nails Roxie’s hand down into the mat with a Swinging Neckbreaker. This move gets a polite applause from the man in white face paint wearing a crimson trench coat in the front row. Justin instead of smartly capalizing instead looks around at the crowd as if searching for their approval. He seems rather disappointed when he doesn’t receive it and slowly turns towards Roxie again to get back to the match. He lifts Roxie to her feet but she breaks the hold and nails a sizzling knife edge chop to the upper torso of Sane. Justin flops onto his back and begins to fail about on the mat as if hit in the chest with a sledgehammer. This brings about a few chuckles from the crowd and a look of confusion from Roxie. CM: Wow you sure were right about this match. It’s an instant classic in the making right here. I have never seen such talented wrestling in my life. JH: The match just started ass. Give them a chance. Justin gets to his feet and Roxie takes a swing at his face. Justin does a back flip avoiding the shot. The only problem is that he ends up missing the landing and crashing face first into the mat. Roxie shakes her head probably in disgust, and then goes for an elbow drop. Justin makes a mircoulous recovery and rolls out of the way in a very cocky but spry fashion. This only seems to anger Roxie who then goes for a Spinning Back Kick. Justin catches the kick in the face but unlike his previous attempts at comedy is seems to absorb the kick and runs around the ring getting himself pumped up. That is until Roxie grabs him from behind before snapping him backwards across her knee with a Reverse DDT Backbreaker. CL: Is this guy for real? CM: This circus wrestling is what we have to deal with? I never thought I would actually end up rooting for Roxie but I hope she drops this moron into next week. JH: Will you two bozos please shut the hell up? Jesus it’s like being at a knitting circle. CM: You know if you moved out of your mother’s house you wouldn’t know what a knitting circle sounded like. Roxie seems as if she has finally “snapped” while our commentary table continues to bicker over who is the most pathetic in the group. The overlay of comedic arguing on top of Roxie’s genuine rage makes for a very interesting scene. Roxie brings Justin up to his feet facing her on jello legs but only long enough to get him in position to plant him square on his noggin with a Snap DDT. Instead of pinning him, Roxie seems more focused on inflicting pain as a punishment for his earlier stints as a circus clown applicant. She brings a dazed Justin to his feet and plows her forearm directly into the bridge of Justin’s face. He stumbles back in legitmate pain this time but Roxie sends another sickening crunch echoing though the arena as she nails another Forearm Smash. A disconcerted Justin falls back into the ropes and bounces back right into Roxie’s arm crushing his windpipe with a high impact Clothesline. CL: Now this is what I am talking about. CM: I am still bored stupid. JH: I don’t think boredom has anything to do with your stupidity. Roxie is just about foaming at the mouth as she stares down at the body of a broken Justin Sane. She gets an evil glow in her eye as she circles around Justin like a vulture. She stands behind Justin licking her lips with a mad menace dancing around in her eyes. She grasps the thumbs of Justin and begins to yank back with all her might with her patented Thumb Breaker. Justin utters a blood chilling scream of horror and the ref checks on him. Seeing the pain Justin is now enduring the ref turns towards the time keeper calling for the bell. Roxie however shows no intention of releasing the hold as she yanks backwards. The ref waves his hands frantically for some help from the back. Several staff members rush from the back and begin to pry Roxie off but Roxie still refuses to break the hold. Finally they are able to disengage Roxie from the now shattered hands of Justin Sane. The EMTs are the next to follow suit as they come to check up on Justin Sane as Roxie is being forced back preventing her from doing more damage. CM: Can I wake up yet? CL: Well hopefully this means we won’t have to see Justin Sane anytime soon. JH: How can you two say such things? That man could be seriously injured. CL: I think that’s the point. |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 12 2007, 04:08 AM Post #5 |
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JH: Next match looks to be quite the interesting one, Priest and Zesboca Devani’s little interesting run in lately is the biggest stand out in it. CL: Interesting? He’s trying to tell a women to stop being a bitch, is he a idiot? CM: Yes, because if I was him, I’d be trying to get in her, not change her. CL: Ah, thus why your gay? Because you in fact have no chance? CM: No comment, so childish. All is quiet inside the arena for a few moments, until a familiar voice starts reciting a prayer which gets the fans to start going absolutely crazy, that familiar Depeche Mode intro that we remember from Chris Daniels' intro playing in the background. [align=center]"And a Shepherd I shall be, for Thee my Lord for Thee. Power hath decended forth from Thy hand, that my feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So I shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."[/align] Then, strangely, Priest's voice speaks alone, but both in a high and low tone giving him a very creepy and unearthly voice. [align=center]"And I will execute great vengeance upon thee with furious rebukes; and they shall know that my name is PRIEST, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them."[/align] All at once Skillet's "Savior" begins hammering the PA system, and Priest steps up onto the entryway, his hands folded in prayer as he surveys the crowd with gold coloured smoke swirling around him, and a proud smile crosses his fanged features. After a moment to take it all in, Priest makes his way towards the ring so smoothly he seems to be floating, being mindful to survey his fans from underneath his hood while the smoke continues to envelope the rampway and stage. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag-team contest! First hailing from County Wicklow, Ireland and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds… PPPPPPPRRIIIEEESSSTTT!!!!! Once he reaches the ring he rounds it, making sure to touch the hands of all of his Faithful in attendance, before climbing up on the apron and making a show of whipping his hood off, throwing a proud fist to the crowd who can now see his missing ear and his new hairstyle. He steps through the ropes into the ring after sufficiently getting the crowd pumped, he climbs up on the far turnbuckle and appeals to the crowd by opening his arms to welcome the cheers, balancing easily on the top rope, he climbs down and removes his robe, tossing that to the outside before heading to his corner, producing his flask of holy water, Priest pops it open and spills it onto his corner to grant him luck before waiting for the match to start as the smoke finally clears away. JH Priest looking to make his mark on the tag team scene this week. CM: Jonathon, he’s a moron, simple, now stop with all the niceness. CL: Coming from the Slam! Ass licker, I’d watch ya… CM: I’d gladly accept that name thank you very much. 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. MA: And his tag-team partner! Hailing from Portland, Oregon and weighing in at three hundred and fifteen pounds… ROBERT BLACKKKKKKKKKK!!!! 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. CM: Before anything’s said about this guy, he’s big, he’s slow, there, next person. JH: Wow, someone got non last night. CL: Jonathon I’ve told you, but I’ll tell you again, Chip’s still a virg… CM: AM NOT! The trumpets blast as "Get It Up" begins on the PA system. Shaun steps from the back and stops in front of the steps and takes a knee. Blue pyro fires from the ReVoltrons to the roof of the arena. He hops up to his feet and heads down the stairs to the ring. MA: And there opponents! First hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds… SSSHHHAAAAUUUNNN WWWIILLLLSSSOOOONNNNN!!!! 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 then raises both arms in the air. He jumps down and snatches off his hoodie tossing it out of the ring as he stretches. JH Shaun‘s been quiet this week, for once. CM: When your as talented as a man like him, you don’t need to talk. CL: Explains why you talk so much. CM: Well… I… Shut up. [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 scarf is folded in two and hangs off of her left shoulder and tying 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.."[/orange] 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 determined 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] CM: What a women, see guy’s that’s how women should be, not like the others in this federation. JH: Successful? CM: No, because she’s more then successful, she’s a bad-ass, how it should be Jonathon, but you wouldn’t understand. As Priest and Robert begin talking, Priest still on the outside of the ring, Zesboca doesn’t even wait for the bell as she pushes past Shaun Wilson and runs at Robert Black who’s back is turned, she nails him with a sharp kick to his knee making him buckle and reel into the ropes as Richard Kelly quickly calls for the bell and it sounds. JH Zesboca wasting no time, but why attack the biggest member? CM: Because she fears no man. CL: Except Chip, all of them fear him. Zesboca points toward Priest before she turns to get a hand to her throat by Robert Black, but she doesn’t even let him grab for long as she kicks forward into his knee making him release her throat as he clutches his knee. Zesboca then attacks him with some forearm strikes, really attacking him but as she seems to hit him harder and harder, it just makes him more annoyed as he pushes her off, but as he does she simply rolls through onto her feet then sprints and delivers a dropkick to his knee, making him buckle again. CM: See, that’s why she is so great, this idiot Robert Black is being beaten by a girl twice his size. JH She attacked him from behind? CM: Besides the point completely. As Robert Black drops to a knee, Zesboca seems to see this as a advantage as she bounces off the ropes, comes back and attempts to leap up off Robert’s knee, but in doing so he counters with a clothesline that takes the pair down to the canvas as Richard Kelly checks on Zesboca, Robert begins to move with a slight limp toward Priest and tags him in, Priest comes in quickly moving toward the standing now Zesboca Devani and he grabs her in a headlock. But she seems ready for it and elbows Priest in the gut before running to the rope’s but as she does Shaun Wilson seeing enough slaps her on the back and tags himself in, Zesboca turns around and doesn’t look very happy as she snarls toward him almost, but Shaun waves her off and climbs in looking straight at Priest. JH Shaun and Zesboca don’t look like there working very well. CM: It’s too lead them into false sense of security CL: I would insult you again, but your making this too damn easy now. Shaun and Priest begin to circle the ring before a collar and elbow tie up begins, both trying to out maneuver the other but seemingly failing quite miserably, that is until Priest using his pace swings around and grabs Shaun by the waist and then lifts and DRIVES him into the ground with a German suplex that takes Shaun by surprise as he stands up quickly but not for long as Priest runs and takes him down with a leaping leg lariat that takes Shaun right back down to the canvas. CL: Looks like your boy just got his neck snapped. JH Beautifully done suplex too, into a lovely executed lariat. CM: I could do better, but he’s doing ok, so far… Priest doesn’t go for a cover though, he picks up the fallen Shaun and fires a few forearms into his face to reel him into the corner before backing up, he then runs and LEAPS, landing right on Shaun with a stinger splash, making Shaun drop to his ass as Priest backs off, but as he does, Zesboca obviously having enough of seeing her team getting there ass kicked, comes into the ring and runs at Priest, but she’s stopped by Robert Black who catches her and pushes her away, as he does so she cartwheels onto her feet and gives him a look of annoyance… CM: Referee get him out of there! JH: He came in to stop Zesboca, in doing so this match looks like it’s broken down. …Jonathon’s indeed right as Priest turns, Shaun kicks him in the knee making him buckle as Robert Black turns to see Priest drop to a knee, he turns to have Zesboca come sprinting at him and dive at him with a cross body splash, with his buckled knee from earlier all he can do is fly over the top rope with Zesboca too as they both crash to the mats outside. The man in the front row wearing white face paint leans over to the person cloaked in a white cloth sitting beside him in a wheel chair, and he whispers some thing to it. CL: She has gone crazed, I hate to say it but she’s turning into Graver, FINALLY. JH She almost killed a man with her bad temper there.. CL: Your point? CM: Jonathon, you forget, he gets turned on by that stuff, give him a chance he might make a lil mess. CL: Yeah… in kicking your ass! As Zesboca and Robert crash to the outside Shaun grins climbing to his feet, obviously seeing this as his opportunity, he runs to the ropes and comes back looking to hit Priest with something, but Priest nails him in the gut with a diving head attack to his stomach, before quickly and quite cleverly rolling him up quickly in a small package, in doing so Richard Kelly quickly begins the count… CM: Hold on a second… CL: Your boys about o get pinned one, two, three. JH With a small package too. [align=center]ONE… …TWO… THREE!!!![/align] The bell sounds as Priest let’s go of the small package as he rolls to a laying position, Shaun looks quickly irritated as he stands up looking toward Richard Kelly, shouting at him that it was a fast count, as Priest stands, Zesboca too finds out about the pinfall and slides in, looking toward Richard Kelly and complaining, as they both do that, Robert Black slide sin the ring to lift up Priest’s hand, but Priest rejects the offer, leaving the ring… MA: Your winners! Via pinfall! PPPRRRIIIEEESSSTTT ANNNDDD RRROOOBBBEEERRTTT BBBLLLAAACCCKKKKK!!!!! …Priest doesn’t even wait around as he makes his leave backstage, as he does though Zesboca shouts abuse toward him which he simply ignores as Shaun and Zesboca turn looking highly irritated at one and another. |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 12 2007, 04:10 AM Post #6 |
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CM: Up next is a match I’m only gonna gave KIND of a shit about if Odin breaks that fucking ninja midget in half. 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: The following contest is set for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Citadel of Asgard Fallls, 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. 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] MA: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, EXTREME! NINJA! NUMBER TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 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. JH: Alright, here we go! This should be a great encounter! *DING DING* The two come out of the gates a little pensively, but the offense starts right away when Ninja deftly avoids a ham sized axehandle from the warrior from Asgard Falls, retailiating with a series of alternating low kicks to both legs, Ninja very intelligently trying to get Odin’s vertical base from out underneath him, Odin though is able to weather it just long enough to connect with a headbutt, flooring Ninja due to the largeness of Odin’s dome compared to Ninja’s, Odin hoists him off the mat and easily launches him over with a double underhook belly-to-belly, which Ninja counters by landing on his feet and dropkicking Odin’s knee as he comes off the ropes, seeing an opening he quickly goes for I STEP ON YOU! But possibly it’s too early as Odin RISES up, knocking him out of midair with a clothesline! JH: OH man! Odin’s definitely going to have an easy time overpowering Ninja, he’s just got to keep him from using those devastating strikes! Odin gets Ninja up to his feet now and ROCKS him with another headbutt, staggering the Ninja to a corner, Odin sets him up and slams a hard knife edge chop across the former Flycore champion’s chest, Odin lifts him into the tree of woe position, looking to put Blood on the Yggdrasil, Odin charges with the baseball slide kick but Ninja does a nifty little evasion by lifting himself up, and then flipping off the buckle once he gets his feet free as Odin crashes into the buckle feet first, Ninja lands in the center of the ring and rushes, DROPKICKING Odin in the head! Odin rolls out to the center of the ring, grabbing his head in pain as Ninja snatches up his sign and writes “BUST A MOVE!” on it, getting the crowd roaring, he grooves over to Odin and then connects HARD with the ensuing standing shooting star legdrop! Ninja pins.. [align=center]1.. 2.. ODIN POWERS OUT![/align] CL: I think that’s where Ninja has his advantage! His reflexes, his striking, and his aptitude for being a fan-lover! He moves up to his feet now as Ninja points at the ropes, springing up onto them Rob Van Dam style, he measures it carefully and then Ninja leaps off with a cross body, looking to take Odin down from the air, Odin catches the much smaller man easily though and switches hands, DRIVING him down with a sidewalk slam! He bounces off the ropes now and comes back, dropping a BIIIG leg on Ninja’s throat! He stays in the sitting position for the cover.. [align=center]1.. 2.. NINJA KICKS OUT![/align] Odin is apparently realizing now that Ninja’s not going to go down easy and that he needs to turn it up a notch if he wants to beat him. Odin lifts him up just enough to send him back down with a HARD clubbing blow to the back, then pushes him into the ropes and whips him off, looking for a tilt-a-whirl slam, but Odin only gets the tilt-a-whirl in as Ninja hooks his legs on Odin on the spin and takes him to the mat with a headscissor takedown! Odin gets up to a knee to get Ninja rolling into a STIFF European uppercut, followed by a jumping enzuigiri to the still kneeling Odin, taking the Viking God of Rock down! Ninja finishes off the combo by leaping and doublestomping Odin’s massive chest, following that with as best a cover as he can manage on the man-mountain.. [align=center]1.. 2.. ODIN KICKS OUT![/align] CL: Damn! Ninja’s throwing the heavy lumber with those strikes, he REALLY wants this win! I didn’t think beating Odin would be so important to him! JH: That’s Ninja’s competitive spirit! Every match is like a Dual Crown title match to him in it’s importance! CM: So he can expect to get his ass handed to him every week then, like Xtreme Kitten did? JH: Why don’t you wrestle him, Chip, and ask me again when he ruins that face you value so much! CL: Ooooh. Bitchen just shut you DOWN. Ninja now tries to pick Odin up, the best he can manage is getting him back up to a kneeling position as now, Ninja continues to wear down the vertical base of Odin by giving him a HARD kick to the spine, then Ninja launches himself off the ropes, leaping and looking for a Tornado DDT but Odin gets just enough leverage when Ninja grabs hold of his head to DRRRRIVE him down with a spinebuster! Odin calls for the end now as he lifts Ninja back up and goozles him, looking for the Ragnarok reverse chokeslam, but Ninja grabs ahold of his head on the lift and DDT’s him to the mat! Odin’s down but quickly getting up, Ninja writing on his sign and showing the fans “I STEP ON YOU!” before running the ropes, coming back and stepping up for the stomp but Odin shoves him off! Odin, exhausted from this tremendous encounter slowly lifts Ninja to his feet and as best he can synches in the Call of Valhalla, wrenching back as much as his tired body can muster! The feat of strength gets a mildly impressed expression from the man in face paint wearing a crimson trench coat that is sitting in the front row. Ninja tries to fight back, tries to counter it but Odin will have none of that, the best Ninja can do is just refuse to submit as the crowd is cheering both men on, suddenly the bell rings! JH: What happened? MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the fifteen minute time limit has expired! This bout is a draw!! CM: Oh, GOODY. The two respectable competitors fought each other to a draw, whoop de fuckin’ do. Odin lets go of Ninja once he hears about the announcement, watching him tentatively as Ninja does the same, holding the back of his neck. The tension is definitely there before Odin nods his head slightly as if to say ‘good match’, Ninja returning by bowing a little bit to Odin, following up with receiving some knuckles from the Viking God of Rock, Odin telling Ninja ‘one more time’ while the crowd cheers their sportsmanlike conduct most raucously. Ninja exits the ring now, heading to the back while Odin makes his way to Sliepnir, watching Ninja the whole time while he does. JH: That’s good to see, Odin and Ninja both seeing how great of competitors they truly are! CL: I want to see Round 2, it’s gotta be at least that good or even better than the first match! CM: *Trying not to puke.* |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 12 2007, 04:12 AM Post #7 |
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MA: “Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first….” 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' hand sign to the crowd on opposite sides of the ramp, the theme song barely being heard over the noise. MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! 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' hand sign. [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: “These two teams fought their hearts out at Summer of Sin only to come up short to The Tanaka Zaibatsu.” CL: “And they continue their battle for the belts here tonight. Either team could emerge victorious but will either be able to topple The Tanaka Zaibatsu?” CM: “The Tanaka Zaibatsu are here to stay. They are unstoppable in and out of the ring.” "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 high five. A couple of high fives later and the two are walking down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans behind the barrier. MA: “And their opponents weighing in at a combined weight of 473 pounds…….THE TEAM WITH NO NAME!!!!” 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 hand slapping 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 high five 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. JH: “This match gets underway as referee, Michaela Menendez calls for the bell.” CM: “The way you said her name sounds like you are sweet on her. You want me to get her number for you Hitchen?” JH: “I do not need you to get anybodies number for me. Plus I do not mix business with pleasure.” The time keeper rings the bell as the bout opens with El Lumberjacko and Grant Rice opening the bout. [align=center]DING DING[/align] Lumberjacko and Grant pace circles in the ring sizing each other up as the opening seconds of the match get underway. They however do not pace for long before moving to the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Jacko realizing that Grant very well could have the leverage advantage in this match up quickly pulls his opponent over with an arm drag and wrenches in on the arm while digging in a knee once they are on the mat. Rice manages to pull his body around and move back to his feet promptly as Lumberjacko moves him back into the ropes and drops a forearm over his chest. Grant absorbs the forearm and then reverses the lucha around clubbing his opponent in the chest with a forearm of his own. You can tell that this forearm club was a bit stronger than that from Lumberjacko as he doubles over holding his chest as if it had knocked the wind out of him. Grant does not waist anytime and lifts his opponent back up and clubs him in the chest with yet another forearm and then catches him as he is about to double over again. This time he grabs him by the arm and whips him across the ring and then stands prepared for his opponent to rebound back at him. This never occurs as Lumberjacko grabs onto the ropes stopping himself and then pulls himself under the bottom rope and to the outside for a moment to catch his breath. JH: “Smart move by Lumberjacko. He needs to pace this match at a speed he is comfortable with.” CM: “So why isn’t he bouncing all over the fucking ring like a fucking monkey?” JH: “Its called conserving energy, Chip. Something you are not familiar with. Like when you leave all the lights in your locker room on when you aren’t in it.” CM: “Are you smelling the crotch of my underwear again, Hitchen?” An awkward silence comes over the announce booth as El Lumberjacko climbs back into the ring near his corner. Koopa is standing on the apron holding securely onto his tag rope and calling to Lumberjacko for the tag. Jacko looks over at his partner and then ignores his partners request as he moves back toward Grant who is also moving toward him. Once the two men meet in the middle of the ring they go straight back into a collar and elbow and this time Grant takes the advantage and pushes the lucha lumberjack back into the ropes. Lumberjacko though uses the momentum of Grant’s shove and bounds off the ropes with both men’s weight and reverses around so that Grant is with his back to the ropes and they are still locked in the collar and elbow. He then falls backwards bringing his feet up into Rice’s abdomen and monkey flips him onto his back on the canvas over by the Team with No Name corner. Grant lies momentarily and then begins to recover as Lumberjacko is already on his feet and waiting for his opponent from Revolution to rise fully to his feet. Once Rice is on his feet Lumberjacko charges in lifting his leg and connects squarely with the side of his opponents head with a yakuza kick. Grant folds back to the mat as Lumberjacko plots his next move as he heads for the corner and bounds to the top rope. Just as quickly as he made his way to the top he is airborne with a diving leg drop that is destine for his opponents chest. JH: “ONLY SECONDS LATE!” CM: “Its cool. Lumberjacko has had experience taking hard impacts to his ass.” JH: “He has not!” CL: “A mistake like this can be very crucial in a match up like this.” Just as Lumberjacko is about to connect with the diving leg drop, Grant rolls out of the way and Lumberjacko collides tail bone first into the canvas. He rolls onto his side holding his butt as Grant pushes himself up off the mat and begins to move toward his feet groggily. Lumberjacko rolls onto his back and extends his hand to his partner who is just within reaching distance and makes the tag in for the fresh man. Koopa waists no time moving toward Grant Rice who is well on his way to tagging in Nightmare. Then as the two men slap hands for the tag Koopa makes past Grant and blast Nightmare with a huge right hand that knocks him from the apron and to the arena floor. Koopa then turns back nailing the illegal man with an elbow to the jaw. CL: “Whoa! Where did that come from?” JH: “We have never seen that side of Ash Koopa before. What possibly was going through his head at that moment?” CM: “I think Koopa is trying to gain my respect. First he holds a door for me backstage and then this. Hopefully we are seeing a new side of Ash Koopa.” Michaela quickly moves in warning Ash and ushers Grant out of the ring as he clutches onto his jaw and shoots Koopa a glare. Nightmare quickly recovers himself and climbs into the ring stepping over the top rope and has his sights set in on his opponent. JH: “Watch out, Koopa! Nightmare does not look happy.” Nightmare says something that appears to be “What’s your problem?” to those watching and Ash just stares him down as the two men make their way for each other. Nightmare challenges Ash as he moves in raising a hand for a test of power. Ash responds raises his hands and the two interlock fingers. Nightmare brings up the other hand and Ash responds quickly as if he is going to do the same but this is not the case at all. Koopa instead kicks Nightmare in the midsection and twists the hand that he has locked up under applying pressure to his wrist and pulling Nightmare into even more of a doubled over position before driving a hard knee into the side of his opponents head. Ash releases Nightmare’s hand as the big man drops to one knee dazed holding the side of his head. Koopa moves right back into Nightmare grabbing him from around his neck to a standing position and moves back toward the ropes before pulling him off and whipping him across the ring. As Nightmare rebounds off the ropes Ash drops his head down going for a back body drop but as he tries to lift the Prince of Pain he is halted as the big man drops his weight down. Nightmare then clubs down with a huge forearm to Ash’s back and then quickly hooks his arms around Koopa’s waist and lifts him up as if he is going for a powerbomb. He staggers forward momentarily loosing his balance and also his grip. This allows for Ash to shift his weight and slide down the back of the former Slam! Champion. Nightmare staggers forward into his corner realizing his mistake and tags in Grant Rice who comes in as a ball of fire. JH: “TAG TO RICE!” Grant charges through the ropes and as Koopa moves for him he blasts him with a dropkick that staggers him back into the ropes staggering Koopa back into the ropes. Grant then checks on Nightmare who is still trying to shake off the cobwebs from the knee to the head and the two then turn around as a team clutching each others arms and charge after Koopa with a double clothesline. Koopa ducks under the clothesline and moves toward center ring as Revolution hit the ropes. He points to his head saying he is smarter than them but only turns around to find himself on the end of a Nightmare big boot to the side of his head. Michaela Menendez quickly interrupts the double team effort and ushers Nightmare out of the ring and he follows her orders without any hesitation. JH: “What a big boot by Nightmare?” CL: “Thus far the team work of the Revolution has been far superior than that of the Team with No Name.” JH: “Nightmare is a tag team specialist. Look at all the teams he’s been in over the years.” CM: “Tag team reject is more like it. Look at all the team members that have turned on him over the years.” Grant seizes the moment for his team and climbs to the top rope measuring his opponent up for a flying elbow drop that finds its mark squarely in the center of Koopa’s chest. He then dives on top of Ash and hooks a leg for a pinfall as Michaela slides into position for the count. [align=center]…1 …GRANT IS PULLED OFF KOOPA[/align] El Lumberjacko quickly climbs into the ring as the pinfall attempt is counted and grabs Grant by the waist band of his pants pulling him off of his partner and saving him from what might have been a three count. Michaela stands to her feet quickly and ushers Lumberjacko back to his corner. Grant follows after giving his own reprimand to Lumberjacko as he felt he had the match tied up right there. On the other side of the ring Nightmare hollers out at Rice because Koopa is starting to stir slowly pulling himself to the ropes and pulling himself up to the first ropes groggily. Grant hears his partners call and turns around grabbing his opponent up by the nape of his neck and pulls him to the center of the ring spinning him around so that his back is facing him. Grant then hooks his arms around the waist of Koopa who quickly and to the surprise of most in the arena, nails Grant with back elbow causing him to release his clutches. Ash then turns into his opponent and gives him a boot to the stomach and then wraps his arm around his head and drops Rice with a DDT. CL: “Koopa needs to make the tag to El Lumberjacko.” JH: “Indeed he does. Lumberjacko being the fresh man.” Just as the announcers stated, Koopa begins to roll toward his corner and extends his arm out to Lumberjacko enabling a tag and the fresh man to enter the ring. Grant pushes up to his hands and knees and Lumberjacko quickly rolls over him and into a pinning position. JH: “Oklahoma Roll by El Lumberjacko who is hoping for a quick pick up on the victory.” Michaela Menendez drops to the mat and begins to count the roll up as Grant’s shoulders are pressed firmly to the mat. [align=center]…1 …2 …KICK OUT[/align] Being not nearly worn enough to be pinned Grant kicks out of the attempt and Lumberjacko quickly rises back to his feet and grabs Grant up to his feet as he does. He then quickly lifts Rice up from the front and drops him back down over his knee with an inverted atomic drop. Grant bounces off his opponents knee and staggers away with his back turned holding onto his crotch. Lumberjacko moves back into action running after his opponent and catching him with a bulldog and driving him face first into the mat. Jacko then climbs back up to his feet and pulls opponent into position before heading out through the ropes. He then grabs hold of the ropes and pulls himself over and dropping himself back first over his opponent. JH: “SLLLLIIINNNNNNGGGGGSHOOOOTTTTT SSSSSEEENNNNNTTTTOONNNN!!!” From the TTWNN corner Koopa extends his hand out as if he wants to be tagged in but Lumberjacko just ignores him and quickly goes for another pinfall attempting hooking up a leg as he drapes his body over Grants. [align=center]…1 …2 …NIGHTMARE WITH THE SAVE[/align] Nightmare dives into the ring and connects a double axe handle to Lumberjacko breaking the pin at a crucial moment. He then makes back for his corner before the official has a chance to reprimand him for his actions. Back on the other side of the ring Ash is stomping his foot trying to get the crowd behind him and holding tightly to the tag rope as he extends his hand out for Lumberjacko to tag him in. CM: “Let him in. He wants to impress me some more.” JH: “Ash Koopa just wants a victory for his team. He’s anxious to be part of the match.” Lumberjacko ignores Ash once again lifting Grant to his feet and then whips him into the corner where Ash is so eagerly begging to get into the ring. Jacko then moves in and slaps the hand of Koopa with a non scalene and signals for the pair to perform a double team but Ash is already in and takes control grabbing Grant by the arm and whipping him across the ring into an empty turnbuckle. He then charges across the ring and leaps upon his opponent with an avalanche clothesline. Rice collapses to the mat and Koopa moves in like a rabid dog climbing over his back and grabbing him by the arms crossing them over the front of him. He then leans back locking Grant in the straight jacket chin lock. Grant kicks his feet trying everything in his power to escape but nothing manages to work. That is until he feels something behind him. That something being the rope….Grant kicks his leg again and feels the bottom of his boot scrap across it as Ash leans into the hold attempting to cause him to submit. Again Grant kicks his foot but this time he extends his leg out and hooks his foot over the bottom rope. Official, Michaela Menendez sees this and calls for the immediate break but Ash does not listen. He is in his own world and causes the official to begin a break count. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4…[/align] Michaela gets fed up with his not wanting to listen and pulls him off of Grant Rice and gets in his face as he stands to his feet and reprimands him very sternly. Ash takes his warning and then moves back after Grant who has just made it to his corner and is reaching for the tag to the very fresh Nightmare who himself is very eager to get into the ring. Koopa grabs Grant’s foot and tries to pull him back but Rice uses all his energy and dives forward slapping the hand of Nightmare. The Prince of Pain is in the ring in a flash and makes straight after Koopa who has had a bit of an attitude change in this outing. He nails his opponent with a clothesline rocking him toward the ropes and continues with his forward momentum after Koopa. CM: *sarcastically* “Watch out, Nightmare’s angry.” JH: “I don’t think he cares at all for Koopa’s disregard.” As Nightmare approaches for yet another clothesline Ash grabs hold of the top rope and drops down causing Nightmare to topple over and to the outside of the ring. Ash then drops down to his side and rolls after to the outside of the ring. He then hoists Nightmare up to his feet and then scoops him up for a body slam as Michaela counts both men out of the ring. [align=center]1… 2… 3…[/align] Koopa slams Nightmare down to the padded concrete floor and then promptly scoops him back up to his feet and rolls him into the ring and follows after. Once back in the ring Koopa muscles Nightmare back to his feet once again and boots him to the stomach causing him to double over. He then tucks his opponents head between his legs and pulls him up so that his feet are in the air and the blood is rushing to his head. Koopa then drops down into the seated position connecting Nightmare’s cranium with the unforgiving canvas. JH: “EIGHTY EIGHT COOMMMMMMEBBAACKKKK SPECIALLLLLL!!” As Nightmare flops onto his side after the impact of the piledriver, Ash rolls on top of him and covers for a pinfall. Michaela leaps across the ring and into position for the count. Oddly, the man in face paint wearing a crimson trench coat in the front row snorts at this and looks to his cloaked comrade. [align=center]…1 …2 …SHOULDER UP[/align] Ash gets to his feet and stomps upon the head of Nightmare trying to keep him dazed long enough to punish his opponent more. He then moves to the ropes quickly and bounces off all the while calling for the support of the crowd as he returns he jumps into the air for the Ultimate Leg Drop of Doom but much like his opponent earlier finds nothing but canvas to his tail bone. Nightmare manages to sit up avoiding the leg drop and then flops onto his side still clearly out of it. The official checks on both men who are slumped to the mat and begins to count both of them down. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4… 5…[/align] Halfway through the count both men begin to move but it is Ash that moves quickest as he makes it to his corner and tags in Lumberjacko. The lumberjack lucha steps around his corner post and sprints down the ring apron. Once at the opposing turnbuckles he quickly grabs hold of the top rope and pulls himself up launching himself with a springboard off the top rope and into a missile drop kick to the head of Nightmare who is just extending his hand out to Grant for the tag. CL: “Just in the nick of time, Lumberjacko saves himself from a fresh man.” CM: *yawn* JH: “That was a brilliant move on the part of El Lumberjacko. Now will he have what it takes to wrap this match up?” Now that Nightmare is isolated from his partner Lumberjacko quickly rises to his feet and then pulls Nightmare away from his corner to eliminate possibility of a tag. Nightmare then begins to roll to his side and Lumberjacko drops a quick elbow over his opponent. This does little to slow Nightmare down as he moves back for his feet using the nearby ropes to pull himself up. Jacko is persistent and follows after Nightmare grabbing him by the arm as if he is going to whip him. However Nightmare has a response to that as he head butts Lumberjacko and sends him reeling backward. Nightmare then shakes his head to clear himself and moves after Jacko scooping him up quickly for a slam. El Lumberjacko has something else in mind as he hooks his legs around Nightmare’s head and drags him down to the mat with a head scissor takedown. Both men move back up to their feet and Jacko moves in with a kick to the mid section but his foot is caught. Nightmare holds him in place momentarily but this does not slow Jacko down as he leaps into the air with an enuigiri that connects stiffly with the back of Nightmare’s head and drops him to the mat. Lumberjacko then rolls Nightmare onto his back before running to the ropes and springboarding off the second with a lionsault. JH: “LA QUEBRADA!!!” He connects firmly with Nightmare’s mid section and then bounds back up to his feet as the crowd screams and cheers him on. He signals for something as he moves to the top rope and then in the blink of an eye he is performing a moonsault off the tope rope. JH: “PAULLLLLLLL BUNNNNNYYYAAANNNNN’S REEEEVVVVVEENNNNNGEEE!!!” CL: “The only thing that can save Nightmare now is Grant Rice. Can Revolution still pull this one out?” Lumberjacko lands the double stomp to the stomach after the moonsault and takes a few steps off his opponent before turning and diving on top of him for the pinfall. Michaela is already in position as he covers and begins to slap her hand to the mat. [align=center]…1 …2[/align] JH: “Grant Rice in ring!” CM: “So is Ash Koopa!” Grant attempts the save for Nightmare but is intercepted by Ash Koopa who nails him with the Ash Bomber. [align=center]…3[/align] Now with Grant on the ground and the save already made Koopa proceeds to add a few more boots to add insult to injury. He then realizes that he and El Lumberjacko have won the match and turns to celebrate as Michaela Menendez raises their arms in victory. MA: “HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS BY PINFALL……THE TEAM WITH NO NAME!!!!!” JH: “UH OH….PARTIES OVER!” CM: “Now there is some real talent!” All three members of Tanaka Zaibatsu appear from backstage. Momoko and Mr. Blonde sneer down to the ring at the Team with No Name as Daisuke steps in front of them keeping his eyes locked in on Ash and applauds while smiling. El Lumberjacko gives a curious look to Ash and gives him a slight shove as to say “What’s up?”. CM: “Looks to be trouble in No Nameville!” JH: “Nah, Daisuke is only trying to stir things up.” CL: “Either way…..This was an impressive victory by The Team with No Name. One can only wonder if this puts them in position as contenders to Tanaka Zaibatsu’s tag titltes.” Lumberjacko continues to look at his partner for answers as Ash just stares straight forward at all three Zaibatsu members. |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 12 2007, 04:15 AM Post #8 |
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Next we’re taken backstage to the gorilla position with Jaime Lee and La Lesbiana Fantastica are awaiting their cues to head for the ring. Jaime stands with the Hellcat Championship over her shoulder, smiling happily. The exact opposite is Lesbiana as she wears a trouble expression on her… err, mask. Suddenly Jaime spins to face her tag team partner, her smile as wide as ever. Jaime: So I can tell that something is totally bothering you, Lesbiana. The Fantastic Lesbian opens her mouth to respond to the accusation but Jaime continues to talk, as if she wasn’t waiting for a response. Jaime: But I just wanted to let you know, that I already know. And I’ve got a BIG surprise planned for you that’s sure to put your mind at ease. So don’t worry! Jaime pats Lesbiana on the shoulder, offering her a sympathetic smile before turning back towards the curtain. Before Lesbiana has an opportunity to say anything about everything going on, the arena grows quiet with anticipation of entrance music. Jaime glances back at Lesbiana, squealing with excitement. Jaime: Here we go! The Hellcat Champion heads through the curtain just as the music starts up… but what the heck is this? [align=center]There is no one else that I can say this too And there is nothing better than to talk to you If you have a problem, I’ll be here for you ‘Cuz girl you always know that It’s Us Against The World![/align] “Us Against The World” plays out over the speakers as Jaime Lee bounces her way out onto the stage, grinning excitedly at the new entrance music. She stops in the center of the stage, glancing back to see Lesbiana slowly (and mightily confused) making her way out onto the stage. She gives Jaime a questioning look but Jaime just continues to enjoy the Disney-ish sounds pounding through the speakers. MA: Making their way to the ring, the team of La Lesbiana Fantastica and the Hellcat Champion Jaime Lee-- TEAM SEXY AWESOME! Jaime thrusts the Hellcat Championship into the air and heads down the stairs without explaining the situation to Lesbiana, who really seems to need an explanation here. Regardless, she heads down the stairs, continuing extremely uneasy over the entire situation. Jaime slides in under the bottom rope and turns to beckon Lesbiana to hurry up. Lesbiana climbs up onto the apron and heads for the nearest turnbuckle, which she quickly scales and throws her arms up while Jaime goes to the opposite turnbuckle and raises the Hellcat Championship up to a round of cheers and camera flashes. Lesbiana leaps over the ropes and waits for Jaime to drop back down to the canvas before again asking her what’s going on. Jaime takes offense to Lesbiana’s questioning, turning it around and asking Lesbiana what the problem is. All of that must come to an end though, as the show is trying to progress here. 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 … Momoko appears from behind the curtain with her Stop Sign in one hand and a sickle and staple gun attached to each other by a chain on each of the handles. Momoko raises the Stop Sign in the air for the admiration of the fans and yelling what we can assume is an insult in her native language to the fans in attendance and saunters down the ramp way towards the ring… Momoko upon reaching the ring places her sickle, staple gun and Stop Sign in her corner before climbing into the ring and to the middle rope of her corner’s turnbuckle. She then stares out callously to the masses in attendance and flips the bird to everyone in her immediate area before hopping back down and awaiting the match to start. The super-funky ZZ Top-covered riff which, in the hands of Jun Kimura still sounds awesome, strikes up heralding the arrival of FIW's very own "Sharp Dressed Man" as the lights dim to allow spotlights to shine on the entrance cage, which as we speak is filling up with dry ice smoke. [align=center]Clean shirt, New shoes, And I don't know where I am going to. Silk suit, Black tie, I don't need a reason why-y-y-y! They come runnin' just as fast as they can... 'Cause Every Girl's Crazy Bout a Sharp Dressed Man![/align] The chorus ends, with three blasts of pyro in time with those last three words, clearing the smoke away to reveal a young man wondering what kind of hell the CO [size0]2 has played with his bleached blond hair, and he stops at the top for the ramp to fix his quiff with a comb he already had in his hands. Eventually, he's satisfied with the results and he confidently struts towards the ring, flicking the [autographed, obviously,] comb into the front row but before he can scale the ring steps, he orders one of the ring attendants to go up first to hold the ropes open for him. A small arguement ensues, but eventually the ring attendant relents and lets him through. Once in the ring, Blondie stretches in his corner as he waits for the bell. MA: And their opponents... being accompanied to the ring by Daisuke the Crow Tanaka... Mr. Blond and Momoko Wakari... the Tanaka Zaibatsu!!! [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] JH: Looks like the starting pair in this match are Jaime and Mr. Blond... CL: Wait, hold on. My awesome senses are tickling... is that who I think it is coming down the ramp? JH: Is that Ghost? CL: Yes. Yes it is. This match has just gotten a million times better. Ghost is indeed walking down the aisle, with no music and no fanfare. She stops short of the ring, on Lesbiana and Jaime's side, throwing a few disapproving glares at Lesbiana, who looks utterly confused. Bemused at this sudden arrival by the looks of it, the man wearing white face paint in the front row leans over and whispers some thing to the cloaked person in a wheel chair beside him. CM: Well whatever's going on, looks like there's trouble in paradise. CL: Don't be stupid. Lesbians always love each other. It's the nature of lesbianism. JH: That doesn't even make any sense! CL: Doesn't have to. Um... meanwhile I think there might be a match going on. Jaime does a HIIIIGH angle arm drag and Mr. Blond follows the momentum to get to his feet again but does a short "ow I hurt my back" dance before turning on Jaime and locking her in a tieup. Jaime fights the tieup, but Mr. Blond still ends up winning. He torques her arm in the wrong direction, curling it back into a hammerlock. Jaime tries unsuccessfully to wriggle out of it, but she does get a chance to get her free arm in a tag to La Lesbiana. JH: And a tag into La Lesbiana puts some extra fire into this match! Lesbiana jumps over the top rope as Jaime ducks and NAILS a flying spinning wheel kick to Mr. Blond's face! CL: That's how you get the job done! JH: Lesbiana is such a talented young woman! CM: I'm sure Ghost agrees. Hoo-yeah! JH: *sighs* Ghost nods and smiles politely on the outside as Blond and Lesbiana climb to their feet. Lesbiana attempts a grapple but Blond fires a bitchslap that sends a sting to Lesbiana's masked jaw and her feet stumbling. Blonde continues the assault with an Irish whip that takes Lesbiana spine-first into the turnbuckle. Mr. Blond makes a tag to Momoko and goes out onto the apron. CL: Looks like Ghost's getting a better look at the action. CM: Or maybe a better look at La Lesbiana's legs spread in that turnbuckle. Heh. Momoko wraps her hands around Lesbiana's throat and starts throttling her. The referee starts in and Momoko holds the choke until a long four, then doles a few sharp kicks to Lesbiana's side and finally one to her head. Momoko walks away victorious to the crowd's boos and catches Ghost's eyes. She says something in Japanese that's sort of derisive and Ghost advances a bit. Daisuke notices and advances toward Ghost who just holds up her hands innocently. However, all this distraction has given Lesbiana a chance to get up and drops a reverse DDT! JH: Lesbiana back in this match with a stunning reverse DDT! Score a point for team sexy awesome! CM: There are no points in this match, Hitchen. Way to know what's going on. Lesbiana pulls Momoko back up to her feet, but the pink-haired demon is quick with a slap to the very same cheekbone Mr. Blonde hit moments ago. Lesbiana stumbles and Ghost walks forward, gripping the apron with a scowl on her face. Both referee Mark Jackson and Daisuke notice, and the latter shouts some Japanese instructions at Momoko who looks in his direction as he holds up her sign and speaks more Japanese. JH: What the hell is he saying? CL: Well, take a course or two of Japanese and you'd know, Hitchen. Enrich your mind. Momoko gets what he's instructing and nods, whipping Lesbiana toward the ropes. Lesbiana reverses the Irish whip and Momoko flies into the ropes instead. Daisuke seems prepared with the stop sign at the ready, waiting for the right moment. Momoko charges forward and makes a short leap for a shoulder tackle, but Lesbiana ducks under it, however Momoko seems prepared for it. She lands catlike and turns around to grab Lesbiana's arm. She whips her toward the ropes where Lesbiana crashes face-first into NOTHING! Just as Daisuke held the sign aloft, out from the crowd leaps Extreme Ninja #2! He CRASHES into Daisuke and takes him down! JH: YES!! YES!! EXTREME NINJA SAVES THE DAY!! When Daisuke is taken out and Ed is perfectly safe, Jaime hops over the ropes and grabs Momoko from behind in sort of a full nelson. Lesbiana turns around and notices the setup and takes Momoko over with a hurricanrana. Jaime jumps forward and is dragged into sort of a rolling, bridging pin! Lesbiana slides out of the ring and Mark Jackson finally turns away from Ghost at the apron to see the pin and slides into a count! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] MA: Your winners, by pinfall... Jaime Lee and La Lesbiana Fantastica... TEAM! SEXY! AWESOME!!! The Disney music kicks back in and Jaime bounces happily. JH: Well the victors are the good guys tonight! CL: Where the hell did Ninja and Daisuke even get off to? CM: I think they brawled all the way to the back! Daisuke wasn't happy about that running tackle from Ninja! JH: Ghost doesn't seem happy about Lesbiana not picking up the pin, I think! Ghost is indeed scowling at Lesbiana. She shakes her head and walks to the back as Jaime continues to celebrate and Lesbiana looks on in disappointed confusion. We cut to a typical backstage area. Typical in the sense that there is a backdrop, with twisted metal poles, with a flat screen television fixed to the top right of the ‘structure’ and an FIW logo attached somewhere in the middle. Standing in-between us and the backdrop is the one and only Jeff Noon. He stands looking a little dejected, as per usual, with a microphone in hand. He looks to the left and right, half expectantly, before turning back to face the camera. Jeff: “Um…well I was supposed to be interviewing Liam. He promised me that he’d speak to me because of what happened at our last…um…meeting.” Jeff slowly rubs the sides of his face, as he takes another little look around. Suddenly, we hear some rather loud, but muffled, voices. Jeff ignores it, thinking it’s perhaps some workers who aren’t aware that the camera is rolling and turns back to speak again. Jeff: “I don’t think he’s coming. This always happens to me, what have I done? I guess its back to you guys at ring...” He is again interrupted by the loud voices. He lowers the microphone and gestures to the camera man to follow him. The walk a short distance, and goes as if to shout and whoever is interrupting him, when suddenly he ducks behind some free standing metal shelves. He motions for the camera to move closer, and it does so, peering through the clutter on one of the shelves to view two gentlemen. The two are, in fact, Liam Mortell and the white-haired Dr. Robinson. This visit appears not be some kind of consultation, however, as the doctor is wearing semi-casual trousers and a white shirt which has several buttons undone. The two appear to be in a heated debate. Dr. Robinson: “Why can’t you just accept the fact that it’s over. You’ve lost your title belt. When do you really think that you’ll get another shot? They’re not stupid, Liam, they know you’re too much of a health risk to let you keep wrestling.” Liam: “You don’t know anything, Arthur. I’ve got a bloody rematch clause in my contract, and I can take that whenever I want. I don’t understand why you think you know everything about wrestling, when you don’t. You’re an outsider who thinks he knows what’s best for me. If the management want to take me off their health plan, then so be it! I won’t give a shit, because I’ll continue to do what I love.” Liam pokes Arthur straight in the heart and keeps it there. The doctor simply looks down at it, disapprovingly, and then looks Liam in the face. He reaches and grabs Liam’s wrist and peels it from his chest. Arthur: “Until what? Your shoulder just completely breaks? Why are you so intent on ruining you life for the sake of professional wrestling? What have you got left to prove?” Liam: “EVERYTHING! Why can’t you see that wrestling is my life. It’s my passion. Why should I give it up and be unhappy until my dieing day, when I can still do the thing I love most in the world?” Arthur: “More than your kids?!” The tension between the two is immense. It’s another staring game, like the one back in the hospital. Whoever looks away first, looses, only this time it seems they loose more than a game. It seems much more important than that. It’s as if the looser admits defeat, and submits to his opponent. Liam: “You know that I love them. You know that they mean the world to me.” Arthur: “Then why don’t you prove it? Why don’t you give up this wrestling crap and spend more time with them?” Liam lets out a sarcastic laugh. Liam: “You always thought that I made the wrong choice. You always agreed with ‘her’. Maybe I shoulder have become a doctor, like you? A lawyer? Would that have been more acceptable for you? Grandad was a wrestler, it runs in our blood! If any was putting shame on our family, it’s you.” Arthur: “Grandad would have wanted you to be with your kids. He wouldn’t want you to make the same mistakes he did.” Liam: “HOW…DARE…YOU?!” He shouts, through gritted teeth. Liam: “How dare you insult our grandad? You never respected him! NEVER!” Arthur: “I TOOK HIS NAME!” Liam, obviously enraged by Arthur’s last comment steps right up to him. Standing mere centimetres from each other, the two stare intensely. Liam is breathing heavily. Liam: “You took his name because you were embarrassed to be my brother! You thought your patients wouldn’t respect you if they associated you with a professional wrestler. So don’t you dare walk to me about family.” Jeff: “Oh my god!” Jeff soon realises that he’s spoken a little too loud as Liam swivels on the spot, and glares at the camera and Jeff. Liam: “TURN THAT OFF!” And just like that, the feed cuts. |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 12 2007, 04:16 AM Post #9 |
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MA: The following contest is the Ultimate Endurance match for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship!!! The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] …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 dim and slowly a set of frosted glass doors are lowered over the wrestlers entrance as a tuxedo clad man makes his way onto the concrete stage with microphone in hand. Suddenly bright white lights kick up behind the doors only to reveal the man on the stage further. He pulls the microphone to his lips as Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva begins to play over the PA system. The man begins to speak over the opening lyrics of the song. Man: “Ladies and gentlemen please…Would you bring your attention to me?” As the crowd fixes their attention on the man a silhouette appears in the light and the man continues to speak over the lyrics of the song. Man: “For a feast for your eyes to see. An explosion of catastrophe.” At the base of the stairs leading to the isle to the ring, a massive white explosion bursts out startling the crowd. The man again continues to speak over the song as he moves in putting a hand on the door handle covering the entrance. Man: “Like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door. Your jaws will be on the floor. After this you’ll be begging for more.” The man then pulls both doors open and the lights behind the glass dim down as two large spot lights focus in on the entrance and he quickly exits the stage as Ethan Adams clad in his entrance robe is revealed. The superstar steps out onto the concrete stage holding his arms out to his side as the song kicks in. [align=center] Welcome to the show Please come inside Ladies and gentlemen[/align] Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring. [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it? Boom Let me hear it Ladies and gentlemen[/align] As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes. MA: “Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!” [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it?[/align] Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting the match to begin. MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is and Ultimate Endurance match for the Full Intensity Wrestling Fighting Spirit Championship!!! Introducing first, the Challenger, from Leamington Spa, England; This is EEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLL- The rising of Prelude 12-21, the theme of Drake Love, cuts him off. The Mile-high Madman, having ‘recovered’ from his beating of Dragon earlier in the night, now comes down towards the ring, with a chair in hand. Understandably, Elrick is a little wary, having to spilt his attention two ways now. The High Spot Sensation makes him pay for that. CL: What does this guy want? CM: Make our lives more interesting by pasting Elrick? Or even, indirectly causing him to get beaten up, just by being there. Three Cheers for Drake Love!!! JH: … No. [align=center]Ba-Ding![/align] Ethan Adams attacks before the bell, although at the speed it was rung, it was a close run thing. Elrick, too busy staring down Drake Love, gets a ferocious clubberin’ from the champion, as a grinning Drake Love sets up his chair, and takes a seat. Drake seems to enjoy the beating of Elrick, as Ethan Adams Curb Stomps the Career Killer in the name of Jerking the Curtain. CM: Ah, he can’t go moaning to Megan while he face is getting stomped into the floor now, can he? CL: Solves the ‘bleeding heart’ problem, replacing it – hopefully – with a bleeding nose. CM: Sorry, Conse; he’s just getting stomped. No blood yet makes Constance a sad panda. Even through about 3 Curtain Jerkers in a row. Drake Love nods, in a parody of approving all of this, as the current FSC glares down at him. Ripping off a pose, Ethan covers with one foot. [align=center]Uh, No Pins in Ultimate Endurance![/align] That didn’t last too long, and while Hitchen deplores the young man’s arrogance, the young man himself belts Elrick with a Soccer Kick to the chest. The Career Killer looks down at the pink, shin shaped mark on his sternum and back up at his opponent. Adams has absolutely no problem going for the same move again. At least, he has no problem until Elrick stands up and Spears him! JH: You just can’t keep a good man down. CM: *Vomits* The sheer banality of Hitchen’s comments, combined with the fact that Elrick is beating the tar out of Adams, brings Chip’s nutritionally balanced, dietician approved lunch back up. And with the forearms to the face, Elrick keeps going until Ethan Adams breaks his guard [the only thing saving his face at that point] and holds onto the ropes for dear life. A sickeningly sporting Elrick quickly breaks. The High Spot Sensation slowly opens his eyes to see Elrick standing over him, a sight that has even Drake Love quivering in [faked] terror. JH: What does he even want? Just to disrupt this honou- CM: Less of that, Bitchen; I’m feeling ill enough as it is. He probably just wants a good seat to laugh at the loser. It’s why I do this job, you know. With that stunning revelation, Adams hauls himself up, knowing that Elrick respects the rules just enough to let him stand up, before mercilessly attacking with, say for example, a knee lift. Elrick has to be restrained from continuing the assault as Adams turtles up into the corner, trying to protect himself from the onslaught, but not really to much avail. The ref tries to help, and eventually drags Elrick off. CM: I call Shenanigans. These rules are blatantly biased. CL: What, because your guy’s getting stomped? CM: Precisely. It’s Inconceivable. JH: Don’t start that again… Chip’s outrage doesn’t last too long, as the ref pulls Elrick off, only to serve a platform for the High Spot Sensation to jump off and Drop Kick Elrick in the mush. Elrick goes down, but the referee refuses to give him the ten-count. Logan Black doesn’t like being a literal stepping stone, and lets Adams know his displeasure. [align=center]Get! On! With! It! *Clap-Clap-ClapClapClap!*[/align] Drake Love, the other Career Killer, leads the Python-esque chant, as if he was God, and Elrick and Ethan were the Knights of the Round Table, although in this case, they don’t seem to be dancing whenever they’re able. Enough sillyness from the narrator, the match is finally allowed to continue when Elrick gets up off his arse [or ass, depending on what country you’re currently in,] and Logan Black waves them together. [align=center]Get! On! With! It! *Clap-Clap-ClapClapClap!*[/align] The chant, along with Drake Love’s face, is starting to wind up both competitors, who both glare down at the man, but it’s the angry glare of Logan Black that wins out. At last something happens: Ethan belts Elrick in the side of the face! CM: See that? That’s Fighting Spirit. He doesn’t even wait for him to turn around, and still he wants to carry on the fight. JH: I don’t think that’s quite what we meant when we introduced this title… CL: Yeah, Fighting Spirit is more, how shall I put this, in words your tiny brain can understand; getting blindsided and carrying on fighting in spite of all of it. You know, like Elrick’s doing. Elrick responds to the fist to the face in kind, with a forearm [remember he is the good guy here,] and another, and another, and another. Too much of a good thing can be really bad though, and with this in mind, Elrick hoists the FSC up, into a fireman’s carry, and then in that sweet variation of the Go 2 Sleep, Lariats Him Out of the SKY!!! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] Elrick roars out to the crowd in triumph, and the crowd roar back. Even Drake Love roars back, deigning to stand up from his chair. [align=center]Four! Five!! Six!!![/align] CL: Ah, Ethan Adams, bravely flying through the air on a crimson jet-stream with- CM: What the hell are you on about? CL: I said… BLOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD~!!! Ethan Adam pushes his head off the floor, to see blood pooling from his nose on the floor in front of him. Not a good sight for anyone, but still, he deigns to try and continue the match, as Logan Black wards off Elrick as he counts. In true UWF style, Ref. Black asks the champion if he wants to continue. Of course he does; although he doesn’t get the chance to articulate this thought, for the Enzui-giri from Elrick, taking staggering him, but not quite putting him down. An Elrick-plex ’06 however, does. The entire front row of fans stand up in excitement save for the man in white face paint and his wheel chair bound companion. JH: Good Sweet Christ, he’s down for the count! CL: Actually Bitchen, Knock-outs can only be counted when someone is actually knocked out, as opposed to thrown. Never let the rules get in the way of a good count along. The crowd do their Sesame Street impressions, despite the fact that Count von Black isn’t joining them [for the reasons Constance the Grouch outlined a moment ago,] Elrick has this explained to him, and with his characteristic workman-like lack of flair, hauls Adams up for the… JH: SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSHHHH MOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU- CM: Face. Smash Face. I’d love to call it a Smash Face Driver, but Elrick just slipped on the- CL: BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! CM: and KO’d himself. Adams is slow to his feet - although much quicker than Elrick - and after hitting a pose, that is mirrored by the unwanted guest [not the one in the white face-paint, the other one Drake Love] takes his upside-down opponent by the waist and starts to lock on the Ego Stroke! Epitome of Fighting Spirit that he is, Elrick holds on… JH: He’s going for the ropes! He might just be safe yet! Come On, Elrick! CM: Yeah, Elrick. Don’t let this upstart punk keep his well earned title, Dammit! Elrick reaches out for the ropes, and perhaps if he grew his fingernails a little longer, he might brush the bottom one, but NOOOO!!! Ethan drags him back to the middle of the ring, wrenching back… [align=center]DINGDINGDING!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner, and STILL FIW Fighting Spirit Champion… ETHAN AAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAAAMMMSSS!!!! Anguished screams and even outright boos come from the crowd, as Elrick finally gives. Ladies And Gentlemen, complete with guest MC, returns and, slowly as the belt is presented - Elrick sits up, clutching his sides and kicking the floor in frustration. Scowling, he offers his hand to victor of the match, who takes it. CM: Brings a tear to your eye, don't it? CL: Oh yes, that it does. At least if you're Drake Love it does. JH: How dare he mock such a noble and solemn display of sportsmanship?!?!? Why, I oughta... The camera cuts to the Staples Center private parking lot where the FIW Chief of Security and FIW General Manager, and their mystery guest are. All three men are striding towards a big white limousine, the mystery man in the front of the pack. Swiftly the driver nods his head and opens the door for the man, who near dives inside of the limo. He only pauses a moment to shut the door to look back at the General Manager, though the door blocks his face. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... It is truly… kssshhhhhk... unfortunate that you must…kssshhhhhk... leave before the main event even begins…kssshhhhhk... Hastily the man nods his head and looks back into the limousine for some reason briefly. ??????: Hai, however, urgent business has come up back over seas that my boss wants me to see to. Ever so slightly the General Manager nods his head in an understanding manner. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Hope you have… kssshhhhhk... a safe trip back…kssshhhhhk... to Japan, wouldn’t want…kssshhhhhk... one of the higher ups…kssshhhhhk... of our new sponsor…kssshhhhhk... to have some thing…kssshhhhhk... happen to them…kssshhhhhk... Gently Herr Krähe taps on the roof of the limo and the man bows his head to him, entering it fully and closing the door. The driver hurries over to the driver’s side and enters it too, starting it up and gets it moving towards the exit of the parking lot. Leaving Herr Krähe and Lazaro standing there as the camera fades into a commercial break… |
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JH: The final match of the evening is only moments away and it is certainly some thing else. CL: Our dear boss must’ve been watching some old NWA or Lucha tapes to pull this dinosaur of a stipulation out from the dust. CM: It may be old, but it certainly isn’t a stipulation I would mind competing with if I ever had to wrestle. JH: Quite, several men and one woman could walk out tonight a bit richer than when they came in. CL: A bit? That’s a fucking understatement. CM: I could certainly use it, would help for my up coming fall wardrobe. JH: Either way, I must wonder if the Dual Crown Champion’s team will be able to survive. While not the most honorable of united purposes, Nakahata’s team is much more focused on working together than their opposition. CL: If Kitten could carry the sheep fucker who should’ve been nicknamed back pack, I think he can handle Kailey, Crackerjack and Phyllis. CM: A freak like him could never handle a woman like Kailey, heck, I don’t know how he handles Lucy. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the next contest is your scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt and it is an elimination rules match. The General Manager has granted it a thirty minute time limit and your official for this bout is Tony Clarke! -The Screen turns blue as an electric tone plays, halfway between the sound of a substation and overflying aircraft, when the screen flashes- NO WORDS -the tone oscillating and gaining pitch before- CAN DESCRIBE -shattered by a dischordant but rhythmic guitar chord with an overlying drum beat that makes it visceral in it's intensity...- Phyllis enters, a few wisps of smoke trailing behind him as his overcoat likewise spills outside, revealing the redness within... The sweat is visible on his forehead and black mesh suit... He allows his fingers to trail the edge of the hands that reach from the crowd, but his eyes never leave the ring... there is something Manic within them, their stare too wide, unblinking, his breath uncommonly quick, a suggestion in both his manner and posture that suggesting frightening intensity... As he gets closer to the ring his agitation increases... -The Hypnotic guitar riff plays on as an undertone evolves, seething beneath the surface and gaining urgency...- Phyllis circles the ring, his pace quickening, his aggitation and enthusiam mirroring the change in the music... He suddenly darts for the ring, sliding the ropes and running at the turnbuckle- -The undertone quickly becomes an overtone, dwarfing the original riff as inhuman howls match it with almost human words...- Phylis runs up the ropes... -the screen bursts into flames- Phyllis tears off the Caple-like overcoat and snarls at the crowd... -Humanesque shadows writhe in the flames as pitiful alien noises play accross the crackling of the fire... both sound and sight on the screen slowly fading to nothingness...- After a few moments Phyllis leaps off the ropes and into the middle of the ring, twitching energetically as he waits for his opponent... CL: Here’s a grade A chump stain. CM: And a freak to boot. JH: While he may be a little strange, no one can deny Phyllis can be a admirable and impressive athlete when he wants to be. 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 erie glow. At that point, a strong guitar riff hits the speakers and a moment later, the drums join in as a bright flash of red and silver pyros light up each side of the stage, showcasing the silhouette of a woman spinning around on a pole. The crowd goes nuts 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. [align=center]A lonely life, where no one understands you But don't give up, because the music do Music do, music do, music do, music do, music do, music do[/align] Violently, Kailey pushes the pole away from her and it falls hard, sending out loud metal crashes and clanks that reverberate through the arena. Never looking back, she struts to the ring keeping her footfalls timed to the music. [align=center]Because the music do and it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you, too, your scream's a whisper Hang on you twisted transistor[/align] She reaches the ring and straddles the bottom rope, sliding her arms along the length of the rope and wrapping her hands around it as she writhes her hips against the taut fibers before pulling her other long leg into the ring. She parades around the ring, lifting up her hands, encouraging the crowd to get louder. [align=center]Hey you, hey you, finally you get it The world ain't fair, eat you if you let it And as your tears fall on Your breast, your dress Vibrations coming through You're in a mess[/align] She jumps onto the ropes in her corner and raises her fists high above her head while yelling and backtalking those in the crowd who don't seem to approve of this "new" Kailey. When her music fades, she hops down from the ropes, ready for action. CM: Mmmhmmm…Even with the chaps gone that entrance makes up for it. JH: I have my doubts still about this new attitude of Kailey’s, I feel she is lowering herself. CL: And you are the only one. Sun shine lollipops and rainbows everything is wonderful is what I feel when we're together! Brighter than a lucky penny when y*u hear the raindr*ps disap*ear* de*r and I fe*l so *ine just *o k*ow t**t yo* are mine! The slow opening of Blood, milk, and sky signals for the lights to slowly die down until there is nothing but a flashing strobelight facing the entrance. The siren sings a Lonely song of all the Wants and hungers of all the Wants and hungers After moments when the music starts to pick up, Crackerjack moves onto the stage slowly and stands at the stages’ edge right at the stairs. Looking down to the left, Crackerjack suddenly jerks his head to the right to get a full glance in that direction. Moving forward again slowly, Crackerjack makes his way down the three steps one at a time. Empty Winds scrape on the Soul - but never stop To realize - but never stop To realize In a sort of sideways fashion, Crackerjack walks down to the ring not removing his gaze from it. Of course, it’s hard to tell with the mask, but it’s safe to assume. Just as Crackerjack reaches up for the ropes, the entire arena goes black for maybe three seconds, five tops. When all lights are back on, Crackerjack stands in the middle of the ring staring back at the entranceway as the song has skipped the second verse and gone into the chorus, still standing in a half sideways manner. JH: Here he is folks, the man that dethroned Momoko Wakari last week. CL: Thank fuck for that too, even if the bastard doesn’t seem happy about it. CM: It’s a crime against humanity that another freak got a hold of that belt after Momoko just started to turn things around. 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. CL: There’s their captain, who seems pretty certain even with no game plan that his team will win. CM: As much as I like Kailey…I hope Team Freak dies a horrible death. JH: It is odd, the fact that Kailey is perhaps the most normal of her team mates… MA: Introducing first, they are Team XK and they consist of…PHYYYYYLLLLLLIIIIIIIISSSSSS BAAAAAAAATHOOOOORRRRRRRY~!!! AND~! KAAAAAAAAAAILLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEY LLLLLLAAAAAAAAAANNNNE~!!! AND~! Your new FIW Undisputed International Champion…CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACKERRRRRRJAAAAAAAAAACK~!!! AND~! Their team captain and reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…XXXXXTRRRRRRREEEEMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEENNNNNNN~!!! A mixed reaction for the first team, mainly directed at the sole FIW Hellcat on the team though also a few at the Feline Fighter. Crackerjack is just shaking his head as Phyllis waves happily at the fans and Kitten soaks in the reaction with a smug grin. Kailey looking rather disinterested in the entire situation and keeping her distance from the other three. The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy. [align=center]Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of five people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal...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] 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. CM: Ah, here’s a champion I can like, and hey, you should too Hitchen, you’re both British! JH: I highly doubt the legitimacy of Colbert’s claim, partially because I saw him backstage earlier talking to the General saying that a crumpet was a type of enema. And, partially because it’s quite clearly that bloody Maj Tahal! CL: Maj who? I think you’re forgetting your pills limey. Colbert’s as British as the Queen of England. The arena lights earn an amber glaze and an impossible amount of red sand, fog, and dust come blowing through the entryway. A vibrating arpeggio rips through our ear-holes to flashing stage strobes. [align=center] Mad awesome guitars burn into our faces and a few acid-green spotlights begin searching through all the amber, looking for the man who appears in the blowing sands. The Reject of Rejects steps from between the swirling red dust onstage into the clear, holding his title over his left shoulder and a water bottle in his right hand. [align=center] He drinks deep, observing the crowd before his trek down the walkway to the ring. Graver finally reaches the end of his journey and takes another look around, dousing his head with some of the water to wash the grainy sand from it. [align=center] Graver walks over to the ring apron on the side where the cameras usually point. He finishes his water and tosses it into the crowd, climbing the apron and pausing before raising his arms and SCREEEAAAAAAAAAMING with unholy fury, raising fire from all four turnbuckles with explosive results! [align=center] Graver enters the ring and hands his belt off to the ref, climbing a turnbuckle and making a few gestures to the fans before dismounting into his corner and awaiting the start of the match. JH: We go from the current Flycore Champion to a former one. CL: Hey, hey, hey, get that right Bitchen, that’s a THREE time former Flycore Champion. CM: Doesn’t stop him from looking any more like a dirty hobo. [align=center]The lights in the arena dim, and strange muted noise fills the arena. On the big screen, we see a road from a great height. It is night, and the road is filled with white and red lights. The speed quickens and we arrive at a tall glass building. The camera suddenly zooms in on a man stood at the very top. He flips back his hood, and flashes a cocky grin at the camera. The name HUTCH appears on the screen, written in gold cursive font. Lights in the arena start to flash as Kasabian's Club Foot blasts through the speakers, and Hutch makes his way from behind the curtain. He flips the hood on his jacket off, and grins. He shakes his hair loose, and points to the crowd, cupping his eyes so he can see up to the highest levels of the arena. He approaches the center of the stage, and shakes his limbs, limbering up, before pointing with both hands up into the rafters, signalling a cascade of golden sparks. He basks in the rain of sparks for a few seconds, before hopping out of them, and making his way down the ramp, slapping a few fans hands as he goes. He athletically hops onto the apron pausing to gaze into the crowd, pointing at a "Hutch" sign, he climbs through the ropes, and in one motion, climbs onto the turnbuckle. He takes of his hooded sweatshirt and hurls it into the crowd, before tilting his head back, and spreading his arms out full stretch, cockily soaking in the atmosphere, before hopping off the turnbuckle backwards, and leaning against the turnbuckle, awaiting the start of the match.[/align] CL: Here he is, the guy that made his long awaited return at Summer of Sin last week. CM: I remember the days when he was cool…I miss those days. JH: It is great to see Hutch back inside a FIW ring, and I can’t wait to see this veteran back in action! The lights go down as thunder rolls in the distance and smoke fills up the cage. The thunder rolls again and the music picks up; the synthesised riff that signals the start of Rusty Nail and the coming of the Judo Sensei. The guitars arrive and the stage is split with lights and lasers and such like and a familiar voice fills the air, with uncharacteristically melodic singing. [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru, kawaranai yume ni...[/align] [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] The disappears in an explosion of pyro momentarily as the chorus hits, and when the debris finally settles, only a lonely warrior remains: Kiyoshi Nakahata, waving the smoke out of his face and pulling his hood right up over his head as he strides towards the ring, trying to keep the huge positive reaction from the crowd out of his mind as the chorus continues. [align=center]Doredake, namida wo nagaseba Anata wo, wasurerareru darou JUST TELL ME MY LIFE Doku made, aruite mitemo Namida de, ashita ga mienai...[/align] Over the PA, Daisuke holds the note out as long as is humanly possible, and then a little longer as Kiyoshi carries on his lonely way to the ring and ascends the steps to the apron. As he reaches a neutral corner from the outside, he faces the crowd, and takes 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... CM: Now here’s a guy that made me like him again last week, if only a bit. JH: We’ve seen a new vicious side of Kiyoshi Nakahata last week. The man has always been competitive, but he went the extra mile to try and claim the Dual Crown. CL: And, he doesn’t appear to be in a much better mood than he was last week. MA: And, introducing team number two, they are Team Nakahata and consist of....the new FIW Flycore Champion…COOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLBERRRRRRRRRT TOOOOOOOOOOOOTTINNNNNNNGTOOOOOOONNNNN~!!! AND~! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVERRR~!!! AND~! …The returning…HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTCH~!!! AND~! He is their team captain…KIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHHHHIIIIIIII NNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAATAAAAAA~!!! Yet another mixed reaction from the crowd, though their cheers for Hutch and the team captain, Kiyoshi, drown out the jeers for Graver and Colbert. FIW’s Flycore Champion holding up his silver belt with a dissatisfied look and the Reject of Rejects shrugging his shoulders, locking onto Bathory. Mister Fighting Spirit commands his team to huddle in a single corner, much to the mocking of the other team’s captain at this display of actual team spirit. So busy is XK with mocking them, he hardly notices Tony explaining the rules to the two teams and calling for the bell till after it happens. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Starting out the match to a near deafening cheer from the audience in attendance is Hutch and Kailey Lane representing their teams. With a hint of a confident swagger to it, the Grand Slam circles around the ring counter opposite to the way FIW’s Southern Hell Belle is. Cautiously the Hellcat extends her hands and requests a lock up, that FIW’s MVP (Most Valuable Playboy) hesitantly accepts and enters the knuckle lock up. Not even moments after they lock up Hutch looks off to the side saying “Oi! What’s that?!”, bringing the attention of Kailey Lane and Tony Clarke away from him. Moments later when Mister Clarke turns around to see the Hellcat hopping up and down on one foot as she clutches the other in pain, all he gets from Hutch is a puppy dog eyed look. JH: Heh, it would seem Hutch hasn’t lost a step since his last stint in FIW. CL: What’s this?! Hitchen is over looking that blatant lying and cheating?! Oh the humanity of it all! CM: If you couldn’t tell with your backward limey ways, Conse is being sarcastic Hitchen. I know, sarcasm, not some thing your people are familiar with. Kinda like a real good dental plan. Looking back over to where he was a few seconds ago, the FIW veteran plays innocent and shrugs his shoulders at no longer seeing what he saw initially. Getting fed up with this game, Kailey goes to swipe her opponent’s head off with a roundhouse kick that he barely dodges. Now she is just letting her anger control her as she fires off kicks one after another, each one Hutch narrowly avoids and back pedals. In the midst of this chase around the ring the Grand Slam attempts to plead his innocence to her and form a truce, with possibly some trading and treaties. CM: Why won’t he stand still long enough for her to kick him?! JH: Probably because he values his life. CL: That, or in a true Doctor Who manner is making a plan in his head as he goes along and stalls for time. Perhaps Hutch is longing for a sonic screwdriver to help make this all easier, unfortunately he lacks one and so Kailey is still coming at him to kill. Swiftly FIW’s Most Valuable Playboy hops back a bit further than any other time, causing Miss Lane to really reach for him. It is this that leads to a window of opportunity, letting the FIW legend connects with a drop toe hold that sends Kailey neck first onto the middle rope. With a smug smile on his face Hutch pops back up to his feet and notices his team mates aside from Colbert requesting a tag. JH: This should be interesting to see, given what Hutch said earlier about Team Nakahata and the fact that if history has taught us any thing…Hutch is not a team player. CL: Look at Colbert, he’s sulking worse than that big woman across the ring from him in Crackerjack. What’s with those two? CM: I don’t know, but I hope Sir Tottington is okay. Patting the tip of his chin with a sole index finger, the veteran ponders actually tagging out to his team captain or the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac. Casually he shrugs his shoulders and strolls over to them with his hand rose, looking to tag one of the two of them in to a mixed reaction. Only for him at the last possible second psyche them to laughs and sprint towards the other side of the ring, springing off of the cable like ropes. Relatively easily he leaps up and lands in a almost double stomp manner on the back of Kailey’s neck, using the top rope to balance himself as he stands on the Hellcat literally. CL: Guess there is your answer Hitchen. CM: Shame, Hutch and Kiyoshi might have been able to help each other rise up from mediocrity and become awesome again. JH: Regardless, Kailey Lane is not looking too good right now! Once again the innocent act finds its way into FIW’s MVP when Tony demands for him to get off of his opponent because he’s choking her. Eventually he does hop off of her with his hands rose, showing he’s got no tricks up his sleeves while the Southern Hell Belle gasps behind him. Not a single moment of time is wasted before the veteran spins back around and toe kicks his fellow veteran, pulling her in close to him. In the blink of an eye he throws her arm over his neck and wraps his own over her neck, performing a snap suplex. CM: Ye-ouch! Good thing Kailey’s got a lot of padding on that end of her because that looked like it hurt! JH: Good grief, it sounded like it hurt too! CL: Hey, look at that, few minutes in and our first actual wrestling maneuver. Arching her back and hitting a high note, Miss Lane desperately gropes at her sore back and forces her wounded body to get back up to it’s feet. Mean while her foe is having no trouble getting back up to his feet, even doing so with that smug grin on his face as he does so. That is until she gets up and goes for another massive roundhouse kick to punt his head off his shoulders, narrowly he dodges it and goes around. She turns around just in time to get an arm wrapped around her and she is driven into the canvas with a Slice of Fried Gold! JH: A Slice of Fried Gold! Out of nowhere! CL: More importantly, Hutch has made the cover and Tony is counting! [align=center]1![/align] CM: No way! We are barely over five minutes in; no way could Kailey get eliminated now! JH: Stranger things have happened! [align=center]2![/align] CL: Would certainly say some thing if Hutch made the first elimination. CM: But…but…she’s the only good looking thing in that match! [align=center]3~!!![/align] JH: He did it! CL: Hutch proves his dominance within the opening moments! MA: Kailey Lane has been ELIMINATED~! Hastily the senior referee helps Kailey out of the ring and leaves her to the security to help her back as Crackerjack storms out of the team corner. Before either Phyllis or Xtreme Kitten can protest, the newly crowned International Champion is half way across the ring. As soon as Hutch turns around he finds skillet sized hands wrapping themselves around his throat and lifting him up into the air as they choke him. FIW’s masked monster just stands there and attempts to snuff the light out of Hutch’s soul as Clarke begins his count. CL: If Crackerjack isn’t careful he could get eliminated, and that would be a four on two situation. CM: I don’t think that freak cares about the other freaks…or the money, for that matter. JH: Whether he does or not is regardless, he is choking the man! Ref, get on him! Only when referee is less than a second away from counting it and with the word on the tip of his tongue that; ‘Jack releases the hold and drops the veteran. The smaller of the two men clutches his throat and gasps for air, coughing a little bit as he returns to his feet. Getting back up to his feet only to get a nasty open hand slap to the side of his head, which sends him staggering. While Hutch is suffering from spaghetti legs, the masked monster scoops him up into the air and slams him back first into the canvas with a body slam. CM: He’s going to town on Hutch. JH: Showing just the sheer size difference between the two men. CL: It is going to be hard for him to mount a come back of any kind. Then again, Hutch has faced many opponents that have been bigger than him previously. Letting gravity take over, the International Champion just falls over and drops the point of his elbow into the chest of the veteran. So, that while Crackerjack is getting back up to his feet Hutch is frantically gasping for air and grabbing his aching chest. Showing he’s got a bit of speed, ‘Jack races to the ropes and bounces off of them, charging back to his fallen opponent. He leaps into the air all of a few inches he can get up, looking to drop a knee onto FIW’s MVP…only for him to roll out of the way at the last possible second! JH: Crackerjack missed the running knee drop! CL: Don’t get too excited yet Hitchen. It isn’t like he fucking hit a Slice of Fried Gold on the guy yet or any thing. CM: Ha, serves that masked freak right. Capitalizing on this, the Grand Slam nails a low dropkick to the side of the masked monster’s neck. Following up, he quickly hits with a soccer kick the banged up knee of ‘Jack, the kick only to seemingly serve to enrage the much larger man. Slowly the International Champion starts to get to his feet when Hutch goes low, hitting a dropkick to the knee. With him still down and tending to his knee, it is a near effortless task for the veteran when he wraps his arm around Crackerjack’s head and delivers a swinging neckbreaker. CL: Looks like he’s trying to wear him down for a Slice of Fried Gold and only going to the knee when he needs to slow him down. CM: All I know is that this is starting to get boring. JH: That missed knee drop could be a fatal mistake for Crackerjack’s chances in this match. Near immediately he goes to float over for the cover when ‘Jack sits up, resulting in his foe back pedaling as fast as he can away from him. From both men’s teams there are calls for tags, though Crackerjack isn’t paying any attention to them and Hutch is equally shunning his team. It is the smaller of the two men that makes the first move, bolting towards the masked monster and clearly looking for a forearm strike to hit its mark. Only for the big guy to side step the veteran and let him hit the ropes on the near side, throwing his arm out for a lariat upon his return. CM: Yawn. JH: It looks like that lariat might be the en- CL: Shut up and look! Impressively the Grand Slam avoids the lariat by ducking under it, though he isn’t out of the woods yet as the masked monster rears his arm back. While he may have missed with the lariat, ‘Jack hits perfectly the elbow to the back of Hutch’s cranium that sends him crumbling to the mat. If he wasn’t down and out on the canvas before now, the massive boot of Crackerjack stomping his skull a few times certainly does the job nicely. Kitten is near demanding he be let in, but his team mate ignores him and delivers a falling head butt to Hutch’s bare throat! JH: Oh my goodness! Crackerjack might’ve just caved in Hutch’s wind pipe! CL: Some thing it looks like Kitten is about to Crackerjack if he doesn’t stop being a whore and tag out. CM: Wouldn’t be the first time that freak did it…erm…the cat freak I meant in that statement. Not the big one in the ring or the MySpace kid or the hobo. FIW’s legend groans and gasps as he thrashes his body about from the pain, the referee giving ‘Jack a stern warning about not doing that again. Shrugging off the warning, the International Champion grabs a handful of Hutch’s beautiful hair and pulls him up by those strands. Roughly he brings him up straight and wraps his arms around the Grand Slam’s waist and looks to squeeze the life out of him, when Hutch slips out of his arms. Dropping down to the mat, before Crackerjack even realizes it the smaller man crawls in between his legs and heads straight for the ropes. CL: Looks like he smartly avoided the Bonecracker attempt. CM: Whoopity-doo… JH: Hutch might still be able to turn this thing back around in his favor! The ropes shoot him back out quickly and FIW’s MVP hurries across the ring, delivering a thunderous spinning wheel kick to the back of the head! Unfortunately, the kick only sends him stumbling forward with his balance lost momentarily and doesn’t take him down. When ‘Jack turns around the veteran tries to go right at him and is looking to finish him only to get a vicious head butt from the masked monster. Taking an opportunity that is standing right there, the International Champion hooks one of Hutch’s arms and goes to hook the other. CM: Oh great, he’s going for another submission… JH: You’re right, Chip! He’s going for the High Rise, a submission he’s rarely used! CL: Though, every time he’s locked it that was the end for whoever was in it. Logically the masked monster tries to hook the other arm, but, the Grand Slam is wiggling it to try and keep it free and is struggling with all of his power. This game growing tiresome, Crackerjack rears back and rams his head into the back of Hutch’s cranium a few times. With him dazed, it appears to be a much easier process to hook the other arm and lift him up as he starts to tighten the submission maneuver. Sadly, it would seem he was playing dead, as he manages to just barely slip his arm free and grabs the International Champion by the head. In the blink of an eye FIW’s MVP dishes out the second Slice of Fried Gold of the night, all be it nearly destroying his other arm in the process, never the less he floats over and hooks both legs! JH: Oh my god! Hutch just sacrificed his own arm to hit the Slice of Fried Gold! CL: And we have a pin fall! [align=center]1![/align] CM: That was pretty cool, I’ll admit partially because it saved me from sitting through a submission. JH: There is nothing wrong with submissions Chip, honestly, they are a legitimate part of the sport. [align=center]2![/align] CL: Don’t try talking sense into him Hitchen, he’s the type that sees a spotfest and thinks it is the best thing ever. CM: What the heck is a spotfest?! [align=center]3~!!![/align] JH: That’s three! Hutch eliminated another member of Team XK! CL: Yeah, Phyllis and Kitten are fucked up a creek without a paddle. MA: Crackerjack has been ELIMINATED~! Rather than wait and discuss who enters the match and risk giving Hutch time to breathe, the Dual Crown Champion marches into the ring and immediately goes for him. In mid-jog he drops down and drives his knee into the veteran’s head as Tony tries to help Crackerjack out of the ring. Frantically Kitten tries to drive his knees into the Grand Slam’s skull as Hutch just as frantically tries to avoid getting hit by the knee strikes. An easy remedy for this struggle comes when Xtreme Kitten wraps his arm around the legend’s head in a front chancery, and starts delivering knee strikes! CL: Not even a few seconds in and already Kitten is trying to ensure no one else falls to Hutch. CM: The metro sexual verse the freak, oi… JH: Hutch has been in this match from the opening bell and we are nearing the half way point of the time limit. You have to think he needs to tag out and soon if he wants to survive much longer in this contest. Desperately the veteran tries to escape the grasp of the Feline Fighter, though it is a hard task to accomplish when knees are being driven into your head. One after another they rain down onto the forehead and shaggy locks of Hutch, each one faster than the one before it. Eventually he finds salivation in the ropes, Tony Clarke forcing Kitten to break the front chancery and give FIW’s MVP some room to get out of the ropes. Grudgingly XK obliges and let’s go of the hold, raising his hands to show he isn’t up to any thing as he backs away. CM: Aw, even if that was a quasi-submission, it was still fun to watch him try to ruin Hutch’s face. JH: It certainly wouldn’t be the first time he did it. CL: Forget that, quasi? Wow Chip! That’s a big and fancy word for you! Been reading the dictionary lately? Shaking his head to rid himself of all those pesky cobwebs the Grand Slam notices out of the corner of his eye some thing. Suddenly without warning he leaps to the side, scrambling to make it to his corner and tag out to any of his team mates willing to do so. Though, he only makes it half way before Kitten dives and clips his knee right out from under him with an elbow strike. Kipping back up to his feet, XK snatches a hold of the legend and drags him over to the Team XK side of the ring and tags out to Phyllis. JH: Hutch was SO close to tagging in one of his fresh team mates you could taste it! CL: Instead, Kitten and Phyllis seem to be learning from their team mates’ past mistakes and fucking egos. CM: Figures, freaks helping freaks. FIW’s Would-Be Vampire is debating some thing with Kitten, who doesn’t seem to like whatever it is his underling is suggesting. Reluctantly XK hops up onto the bottom buckle and looks around, almost in a scared fashion climbing all the way up to the top and sitting down. In a much more graceful and quick manner Bathory scales up the turnbuckle, and gets picked up by the Dual Crown in a gorilla press style maneuver. With one hefty throw Kitten launches his team mate like a lawn dart and he drives down onto Hutch with a body splash. CL: Wow, the little guy actually convinced Kitten to go to the top, all be it just sit there and not do any thing. CM: I think the offer of being able to throw him was too tempting… JH: Either way this could change the momentum of the match drastically. With a sigh of relief Xtreme Kitten drops down from the buckle, letting out a small shiver from even being that high up on it. Mean while his little buddy gets back up to his feet and calls for another team move, much to the dismay of the senior official who is trying to keep order. The Feline Fighter ignores Clarke’s pleads and Phyllis bends over, letting XK bring him forward into a standing head scissors position and lifting him up. In mid-slam Bathory modifies his fall to look vaguely similar to a senton splash, with quite a bit more impact thanks to XK! CM: This is fun! The freak is using the smaller freak like a weapon! JH: And both men are treading a thin line with how they are disobeying Tony Clarke! CL: Like Tony’s gonna disqualify them and try and deal with the pissed off fans that were ripped off their promised main event. Trying to emulate FIW’s Dual Crown Champion, Bathory attempts to kip up to his feet like XK did moments ago. However, his kip up produces less than impressive results and ends up making him look like a fish out of water flapping about on the mat. Sooner rather than later he gives in and just gets up the old fashion way, signaling another double team move to XK. While grumbling to himself, Kitten helps Phyllis get Hutch back up and they whip him into the ropes as hard and as fast as they both possibly can. JH: They may be bending the rules, but I have to say they are working together well. CL: They’re just lucky Tony and Kiyoshi are keeping a watchful eye on Colbert and Graver. CM: Yeah, especially Colbert, all he’d need to do it step in the ring and instantly Phyllis and Kitten would burst into flames at the sight of his greatness. Matters go from bizarre to even more bizarre when the Feline Fighter scoops up his team mate and holds him like one might hold a wood log to the side of them. Like clock work the Grand Slam bounces off of the ropes and starts to make his return to the two men’s presence. As he does XK sprints towards him, picking up quite a bit of speed while he rears back Phyllis who tucks his arms beside him and scrunches up his neck. In the last possible second Kitten tosses his team mate like a torpedo and with the added speed and velocity, Bathory nearly spears Hutch right out of his boots! CL: Whoa! I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen that type of spear…and Phyllis is going for the cover! CM: Crap, and Xtreme Kitten is guarding him! [align=center]1![/align] JH: The Dual Crown Champion is ensuring that no one breaks up this pin beyond Hutch himself! CL: This could be the first big step in bringing things in the favor of Team XK! [align=center]2![/align] CM: Colbert! Hurry! JH: Maj won’t be doing any thing if he can recall in that damaged mind of his what XK did last time to him! [align=center]3~!!![/align] CL: Three on two, those odds just got a whole lot better. CM: Blast! MA: Hutch has been ELIMINATED~! By the time the announcement is made XK is already heading back over to his team’s corner, leaving Tony and Phyllis to roll Hutch out of the ring. In the midst of it two bunched together hands clobber down onto the back of Bathory’s neck in a double axe handle. Graver towers over his fallen opponent with a glare on his face and jeers resounding from the California fans. Holding the top rope with both hands, the Minister of Awesomocity leaps up onto the bottom rope and springs off of it to drive a double stomp onto the back of Phyllis’ neck! CM: Oh great, the MySpace freak and the Hobo freak…Eh, least it’s Freak on Freak Violence. That’s part of my campaign for President of the United States of America in Two Thousand and Eight ya know. JH: We know, you’ve mentioned it before. CL: Depressingly, as the thought of you as president is one I hope to never have to think of again. Blissfully Graver stands on the back of the neck of his opponent, squishing his face against the mat as Tony orders him to get off of Phyllis. Right when Clarke is about to start a count a surge of strength comes from FIW’s Would-Be Vampire, pushing his body up to all fours. In the process; knocking the Reject of Rejects off balance and knocking him off of him, though he catches his footing quickly there after. After the rush of an experience like that wears off, the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac finds Bathory standing and challenging him. JH: What’s this? I think this is the first time we’ve ever seen Phyllis actually challenge some one to a hand to hand combat, let alone looking that angry. CL: Yeah, well I think he is a dip shit for doing so with Graver. CM: Yep, I have to give the edge to the crazy homeless person too. First one to make a move is Bathory, who throws several punches wildly in a fury at his deranged opponent. Due to the nature of them, Graver side steps and slips past some of them while others graze him and a few even manage to connect with his body. It isn’t before long when he starts dishing out punches of his own, though the Minister of Awesomocity’s are fewer and more spread apart. Though, at the same time they are much better calculated than Phyllis’ and are landing their mark much more so than the would-be vampire’s. CL: See? That fool can barely land a hit on Graver! CM: He does seem way out of his league. JH: That may be true, but that hasn’t stopped men out of their league before from taking victory and grabbing that brass ring. What almost looks like a mixture of boredom and bemusement starts creeping across the features of Graver, watching his opponent slowly burn out. His blows plus the pace Phyllis is going at is too much for any man to go full throttle through for a very long time. It is obvious he feels he should end this little game now, rearing back and unleashing the most deadly looking punch yet aimed straight for Bathory. Except, it never lands, FIW’s Would-Be Vampire snatches it and turns it straight into a hammerlock on the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac! CM: What the heck?! JH: Graver got overly confident and got careless, by rearing back his arm he gave Phyllis a clear sign as to what was next and the young man jumped on it! CL: Buddha damn it! Growling and groaning, the Reject of Rejects glares over his shoulder at his tinier opponent who is putting him through a great deal of pain right now. Defiantly he tries to break free only for the Gothic Goofball to tighten the hold and wrench back on it, nearly snapping bones in the process. A few of the fans recognize what is next for Graver, when Bathory floats the hammerlock straight into a drop toe hold in a bit of fancy European chain wrestling. To add insult to injury the Minister of Awesomocity hits the mat nose first, clutching at it and groaning in frustration and agony as Phyllis holds the toe hold on him. JH: That’s not some thing you see every day, even the arguably more affective spinning toe hold is a rare sight in this day and age. CL: That submission is ancient, not sure if it can so easily put Graver away. CM: Gah…so…boring. Digging his small claw like nails into the canvas, he scrapes and claws to move the two of them inch by inch with every second. Gritting his teeth, he fights through the pain of the hold and keeps moving even when Bathory is twisting his leg in an unnatural way. Clarke keeps up with the two and is constantly checking with the Reject of Rejects to ensure that he isn’t ready to submit to the hold. Despite a few curses, Graver doesn’t give in and keeps on moving until his hand touches the bottom rope after being in the hold for nearly a minute. CL: And he saves himself. CM: Thank goodness. JH: He might not have tapped out, but you can tell Graver is happy to be out of that hold. Backing away by the request of the referee, Phyllis let’s his opponent get out from the ropes and back up to his feet at his vertical base. Surprisingly, FIW’s Would-Be Vampire doesn’t allow the man to get out from the ropes before he leaps right at him and starts going at him. Not just with punches, but with clawing and forearm striking and open hand slaps, and any thing else one man can do to attack a enemy with. While literally mauling Graver, Bathory opens his mouth and hisses before driving his mouth into the side of the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac’s neck! CM: What the hell?! I thought homosexuality left with Hardcore Sex! JH: He isn’t kissing him Chip, he’s trying to feed off of him! CL: Don’t worry about him Hitchen, it’s just his over active imagination and fear of being found out he is secretly in the closest that is getting to him. A few gasps from the fans in attendance and some look away or cover their children’s eyes as Bathory feasts upon the flesh of the living…or would if his bite broke the skin. Pulling back with a puzzled look, Phyllis takes a moment to examine his fangs and make sure they are at their pointiest possible. Shrugging it off, he goes to bite in again and this time he actually breaks the skin and gets a thin trickle of blood for his troubles that he sucks on! Only for a moment before he stops and spits it out in a disgusted fashion, muttering that it must taste that bad because Graver looks like he rarely showers. JH: Well…um… CL: You don’t even know how to call that, do you? CM: Friggin guy on guy…ew… Fed up with this spectacle and the shock wearing off, Graver punches FIW’s Would-Be Vampire right in the gut to knock the wind out of him. Knock the wind out of him he does, the blow sending Bathory staggering backwards and gasping for air as he clutches his stomach. Positioning himself so that he is blocking the referee’s view, when Phyllis turns back around to face the Reject of Rejects he gets a face full of sand! Temporarily blinded, and hits him with a toe kick before hooking him and nailing White Noise and floating right into the cover! CL: White Noise! Fuck yes! CM: Eliminate him! Make it only that cat freak left! [align=center]1![/align] JH: Kitten’s coming in to break it up! CL: Colbert’s right there to cut him off! [align=center]2![/align] CM: Please, please, please, please! JH: Graver’s going to steal this elimination darn it! [align=center]3~!!![/align] CL: Steal? He beat Phyllis fair and square. CM: Yeah, you need your glasses checked old man. MA: Phyllis Bathory has been ELIMINATED~! As soon as the call is made Clarke gets Tottington out on the apron before tending to getting Bathory out of the ring and Kitten just storms over to Graver. Before his opponent can even get up he starts dropping Garvin stomps on him left and right like they are going out of style. Foot after foot after foot pounds on the frame of the Minister of Awesomocity, his only means of stopping it is to try and crawl away from XK. In a last ditch effort to escape the abuse, the Reject of Rejects springs forward with his hand out stretched and tags… CM: Kiyoshi! Yay! Some one I moderately enjoy! JH: We are seeing a repeat of Summer of Sin right here, right now! CL: Fuck yeah! Los Angeles’ fans are near bubbling with electricity as Nakahata steps through the ropes and enters the ring, coming face to face with Kitten. With a smile and a nod XK looks like he might be ready for an honorable fight…only to slap the taste out of the White Haired Warrior’s mouth! The slap almost exactly like the one given to the Feline Fighter last week by the Yeti, who checks his mouth to see if it got his lip bleeding at all. When he sees no blood the Judo Sensei returns the favor with an open hand slap of his own, and the Dual Crown Champion gives him another one! JH: Now we are getting a slap out between the two, neither man wanting to show pain or back down to the other. CL: Looks like now both feel the other has disrespected them. CM: We’ll get to see who’s pimp hand is truly the stronger one! My money’s on Kitten, there has to be a reason why he manages to get Lucy to stay with him. Open hand slap bargain sale is going on in the ring with each passing moment, slap after slap after slap between the Dual Crown Champion and his hopeful challenger. Each one jerks their heads a bit but they shake it off to fire right back at the other one, sweat starting to form. Though, it doesn’t stay on either for too long before the other one knocks it off of them with another ear shattering open hand slap. It only takes a few moments, but slowly and surely Kitten’s mask around the chin starts to stain with blood. CL: Kiyoshi busted Xtreme Kitten’s lip open! Blood! Blood! Finally I have some blood in this fucker! CM: Yes! I’m nearly as happy as Conse about this! JH: These two are holding nothing back with each other! Must have taken the Feline Fighter a few seconds to realize what he tastes in his mouth, because suddenly his eyes grow large with rage and he starts going faster. Just pounding away on Nakahata with open hand slaps with absolutely no remorse to them whatsoever, relentless. It isn’t a surprise when before long a trickle of crimson starts flowing from the left nostril of the White Haired Warrior, some thing springing a leak in it. However, what is shocking is that the Judo Sensei ends their striking contest by head butting Xtreme Kitten straight on! CM: Ha! Serves you right freak! JH: Now both gentlemen are blee…uh…are you okay, Conse? CL: …aaaaaaahhhh… From the sheer impact of the blow XK’s blood squirts in every which direction it can go, even leaving a stain on the Yeti’s forehead when he pulls back. But, Kitten isn’t the only one; the blood is really starting to pour out of the nose of the Judo Sensei by the buckets. He shakes his head and snorts a few times, trying to get it under control so that he can breathe properly but all he does is further stain the mat. Realizing he needs time to deal with this, the White Haired Warrior drags the Feline Fighter over to his corner and tags in Colbert. JH: It probably is a smart move on Kiyoshi to tag out right now. Give his nose a small chance to heal and prevent Kitten from possibly further damaging it right now. CL: True, though, I have to wonder if he dragged Kitten over there to help Tottington or if he just is so out of it he forgot Kitten has no one left to tag out to. CM: Probably the former, Colbert and Kiyoshi are buds, can’t you tell? To a chorus of jeers Tottington enters the ring and poses for his adoring fans, that consists pretty much of just General applauding at ringside. Abruptly he stops when he notices some thing and his nostrils flare in annoyance, seeing that XK’s blood is dripping onto his boots. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and whistles, hastily General shuffles to the near by ringside area and reaches in over to Tottington with a towel. Swiftly he cleans and polishes his boss’ boots to groans and roll of the eyes from every one in the arena, including his own team mates. CL: While I wouldn’t say Kitten’s completely drained, he certainly has been having a harder time than the completely fresh Colbert Tottington. CM: Alright, now the true star of Team Nakahata is in the ring! JH: Bloody hell, for the last time it’s Maj Tahal! He is just wearing different clothes! Now with completely clean boots, Colbert casually looks down at the Dual Crown Champion struggling to get back up to his feet. Clutching his head, Kitten tries to shake off the affects and finally notices that some one besides Kiyoshi Nakahata is in the ring with him. Naturally he tries to take the man of Noble blood’s head off with a forearm strike, only for him to duck under it and roll behind him. Before the masked man can even react Tottington hits a low dropkick to the bottom of Xtreme Kitten, sending him staggering. CM: Did he just… JH: I think he did just hit a dropkick to the… CL: Ass, he hit a dropkick to the ass. While XK is staggering about, Colbert charges forward and hits a leg lariat…once again, to the rear end of the Dual Crown Champion. This maneuver sends him bending over into the turnbuckle, his upper body resting on the middle buckle in a dazed and confused manner. Hurrying over there to his foe, the Flycore Champion uses the ropes on both sides of him to push his body up into the air and springboard off of the bottom rope. Like a mighty and beautiful bird he soars through the air and comes down with a double stomp…to the Feline Fighter’s butt. JH: Um, uh…well…ladies and gentlemen, he for some reason appears to be working over the… CL: The ass, he is working over Xtreme Kitten’s ass. It would appear that after heavily studying tapes of his matches, Colbert has found Kitten’s weakness is his ass. CM: Hey now! I don’t like the freak any more and even I find that offensive! No way could a man have that weakness that is dating Lucy! Tumbling out of the corner, Xtreme Kitten falls into a heap on the canvas near by it and is rubbing his poor abused and sore bottom. Sadly for him, it isn’t over yet, as Tottington sprints into the ropes and springs off of them and comes back only to hit a senton splash…to the buttocks of XK! Kipping up to his feet, Colbert starts laying in some heavy stomps to the backside of the Dual Crown Champion to further ensure he is softening it up. Graver and Kiyoshi both are burying their heads into their hands at this ridiculous display of wrestling, even the General looks a bit embarrassed abut this. CL: Seriously…what.the.fuck.is.he.thinking?! CM: Maybe he confused the old partnership of the other freak and him for some thing else than just a tag team? JH: Well…I guess any thing really CAN happen in a FIW ring folks… Gradually growing bored with just stomping away on the behind of the Feline Fighter; Colbert claps his hands and leaps into the air. A few bulb flashes occur through out the arena as he nails a picture perfect standing moonsault onto the butt of XK! Graver is near pleading with Tottington to just tag out already, but the nobleman doesn’t listen to the hobo look alike. Instead he picks up the Dual Crown Champion and whips his dead weight into the ropes, getting ready for some thing he clearly has in mind. CM: Just when all the gay jokes about wrestling were starting to stop… JH: Per…Perhaps there is some method to this madness. CL: Okay, you know what? Fuck you Hitchen, there is no way some one can justify what he is doing by any stretch of one’s sanity! Racing back towards Colbert Tottington after hitting the ropes, Kitten looks all but ready to be the victim of another ass attack. In the blink of an eye Tottington goes behind him and looks ready to hit some thing, only to get an elbow to the face that slows him down quite a bit. Turning around, Kitten unloads a flurry of open hand slaps on his opponent before twirling and ramming him in the face with the Uraken spinning back fist! With him now dazed, XK grabs the wrist of the nobleman and pulls him into the Hello Kitty Roundhouse Kick! JH: Kitten is making a come back! CL: Thank fucking Zeus! CM: Booo! XK’s eyes dart around for a moment before he bolts towards the ropes, bouncing off of them and quickly returning back near Tottington. It looks like he is going for a knee drop of some kind though impressively the Flycore Champion rolls out of the way! Rolling right up to his feet, he side steps the on coming Feline Fighter and lets him hit the ropes again. With a smug smirk Colbert points to his head, signaling he has brains only for his head to get nearly knocked off by the Kao Loi knee strike! CL: Ha, fucking moron. CM: That’s cheating! He attacks him from behind! JH: Like Colbert has never attacked any one from beh…I’m not finishing that sentence. Dazed and out of it, the Nobleman of FIW rises back up to his feet and tries to swing a few sloppy punches XK’s way. Each one of the punches the Dual Crown Champion side steps and dodges at the end of them throwing an extra rough forearm strike to Colbert’s massive nose. With relative ease he scoops up and holds the Flycore Champion up on his shoulders for a few moments before spiking him right on his head with the Cat’s Meow! Wiping some blood from his lips, XK rolls Tottington over and hooks the leg as Clarke starts his count. CM: Aw…crap, the Cat’s Meow… JH: And look! For some reason Kiyoshi is holding Graver back from helping Colbert! [align=center]1![/align] CL: Probably just wants him gone, couldn’t blame the guy after that…strange display. CM: It was great and you know it! [align=center]2![/align] JH: Oh, now that it is over Chip’s tune has suddenly changed. CL: Come on, not a big surprise. [align=center]3~!!![/align] CM: Shut up, and darn it! The last guy I actually really liked in this is eliminated! JH: Now the numbers don’t seem so impossible for Kitten to over come. 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| Crimson Shards | Aug 12 2007, 09:47 PM Post #11 |
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FIW’s senior referee and the General help Colbert out of the ring as XK spits blood out to the side of him and gets up to his feet. To a few gasps it isn’t the more logical and fresh choice that enters the ring, it is Kiyoshi Nakahata that steps through the ropes again to face Kitten. The Dual Crown Champion wastes no time in walking over and firing off forearm and knee strikes at his opponent, who is doing his best to block them. A few manage to slip past the Judo Sensei’s defenses, but he continues to just lay in wait strangely. JH: It looks like Kiyoshi isn’t letting Kitten bait him into a battle of strikes again. CL: Yeah, but at this fucking rate he’s a sitting duck. CM: I bet he has a plan of some kind, just you watch and see. Indeed he does, one of the forearm strikes that manage to slip by, on its way back Nakahata goes to reach for it to more than likely set up a Judo maneuver of some kind. Seeing it coming, Xtreme Kitten manages to slip it through before it is grabbed and uses the opening to try his luck with using the Uraken on FIW’s Yeti. Amazingly Kiyoshi ducks under it and goes behind the Dual Crown Champion, like snakes his arms shoot out and reach for him. Equally amazing is as soon as he feels the arms near him, the Feline Fighter dips and scurries away, creating some distance between the two of them. CL: That was a close call for the champ, Kiyoshi nearly had the Dojime locked in. CM: So close, so friggin close! JH: Both men are showing signs of what happens from facing each other so many times. They are learning the ins and outs of each other. Impatiently the White Haired Warrior barrels forward and it costs him by Xtreme Kitten leaping into the air and nailing beautifully the Pelé Kick! Rocking the heavier man, the Feline Fighrer hurries up to his feet and snatches a hold of his foe, whipping him into the ropes. Conveniently Nakahata is moving towards the ropes near his corner, the Reject of Rejects sees this and reaches out to try and help his team mate by stopping him but fails. Still running right towards XK, who is looking for a spinebuster by the looks of his stances and how he is preparing. CM: That hobo sure showed how useful he is. JH: Least he tried, I expected less from him actually. CL: Not his fault he’s lacking the fat ass Kiyoshi has. Unfortunately for the Dual Crown Champion, Nakahata avoids it and clubs him upside the head with a forearm strike. The blow giving him the ease he needs to use his momentum to lift Kitten into the air and to a chorus of cheers slams him into the mat with the White Hole Slam! Shaking it off, the Judo Sensei starts to get back up as he was unable to hold on long enough to float over and lock in the Dojime thanks to his bleeding nose. Opposite is XK, who seems completely out of it when he gets up and doesn’t even notice Graver spring boarding over the top rope and rolling him up into a sunset flip before it’s too late! With a small shake of his head, the man in face paint stands up and wheels the white cloaked person in a wheel chair out of the front row. JH: What in the world?! CL: My thoughts exactly, and Tony’s fucking counting! [align=center]1![/align] CM: But, but, but…the hobo’s the illegal man! JH: Unless… [align=center]2![/align] CL: He wasn’t trying to fucking stop Kiyoshi, he was TAGGING himself in! I fucking lobe it! CM: Awe crap. Least Kitten’ll kick out and crush the hobo. [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: You’re kidding me! You must be joking! Graver?! Graver?!? CL: Graver just fucking beat Xtreme Kitten! Ah-ha! MA: Xtreme Kitten has been ELIMINATED~! As such, your winners are the surviving team members of Team Nakahata…KIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHIIIIIIII NNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAATAAAAA~!!! AND~! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVERRRRRR~!!! CL: Wait a second, some thing just occurred to me. Granted Graver did the sunset flip, but it was the White Hole Slam that let him get the three! CM: You’re right! That’s proof that Kiyoshi can beat Kitten! JH: Or, at least that the White Hole Slam is powerful enough to. ”Scum of the Earth” starts up over the sound system as the California fans are still reeling from the surrealism of it all. Lucy pulls XK out of the ring and tends to him as he looks utterly dazed; she nearly has to carry him up the walk way to the back. While Kiyoshi looks a little annoyed to say the very least about the chain of events that happened. Graver mean while is smirking like the devil himself as the referee presents the two with a novelty over sized check for the money. CM: That’s one big check. JH: I have to wonder if Kiyoshi is upset that Graver stole his thunder as one could argue. CL: Eh, I’m more curious how he’s going to end up splitting it up between his team ma- An EXPLOSION of flames erupts along the stage interrupting Constance from finishing his sentence. The flames startle both Lucy and Xtreme Kitten as they continue to burn, creating a near Hell on Earth like look to the ReVolt stage. Both Graver’s and Kiyoshi’s attention turns to it as well, the ReVolTron flickering to life with an image. [align=center] [/align]On this eerie note similar to Summer of Sin’s, the feed dissolves into static…
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