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| Crimson Shards | Aug 18 2007, 02:11 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 18 2007, 02:25 AM Post #2 |
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JH: The opener looks to be quite promising, Dragon v. newcomer Demetrious Young CL: A undefeated Loser vs. a probable whiner? Oh yes… enjoyable… CM: What he’s trying to say is… shut up Jonathon. Wake from your sleep, from the depths of this lifeless trance Where you wait for death to claim you and return you to the ground, to clay and dust The end you’ve chosen found, your death found Stake your claim, take this day Claim the souls of the fallen and rally the aimless, the restless dead This is the hour of our redemption This is the hour we gather our strength and take this day As our own, for the fates of the fallen souls As our lives were bought for a price We shall be measured, we shall be weighed by sacrifice This is the hour of our redemption This is the hour we gather and take this day Take This Day by Cry Of The Afflicted nails the pa system as purple and white spot lights flash all over the stage and arena. Then two of them focus on the curtain as Demetrious Young comes out. He runs to both ends of the stage. He comes to the middle of the ramp and stops and extends his arms out ward as 2 purple pyros go off on each side of him. He runs and slides into the ring. He goes on every ring posts and throws his arms up in the air and hops down as the crowd gives a mixed reaction. JH: Dunno he looks ok to me. CM: You’re a idiot, so why does it matter? CL: He’s better then most of the crap we got back there, Momoko for example. Dragon’s already in fact in the ring, looking highly motivated as Demtrious is too as Michael seems to have forgotten to announce the guys… MA: Oh yeah, The following match is a match, scheduled for you guessed it One fall, first introducing!… But he’s cut off by The lights suddenly dimming 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] [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] Colbert Tottington with his title over his shoulder, with the Lord General come down to the ring, looking like they have a purpose, Demetrious and Dragon just look toward Colbert who slides in the ring as the lord general comes around and speaks with Michael Anderson, fans too begin to seem a little unfamiliar with what’s happening. MA: I have just been informed… the following match will indeed be for the Flycore Championship! It will also be a triple threat Falls Count Anywhere match! Mild interest is shown on the painted face of the man wearing a crimson trench coat that is pushing a white cloaked figure in a wheel chair into front row. Fuzz instantly calls for the bell as Colbert charges toward Demtrious, nailing him with a high knee making him stumble back, Colbert then calls for general to pass him a chair as Dragon moves toward him, Dragon grabs him from behind in what seems to be a German suplex hold, but general’s already slid a chair into the ring and as he seems about o take Colbert over, he swings the chair and smashes it into Dragon’s skull, making Dragon reel back. JH: Oh come on, what the hell, this isn’t right. CM: What? Colbert’s giving them a shot at his gold, there damn lucky. CL: No, he’s being a idiot and trying way too hard to look cool. Colbert still holding the chair watches as Demetrious charges at him, he simply smacks the chair into Demetrious’s gut, before leaping up and dropping back down, connecting with a dangerous DDT into the chair, making Demetrious‘s skull bounce off the chair in a sick fashion as he rolls out of the ring. JH: See, they never expected this, it‘s not fair! CL: He comes from Slam! What you expect. CM: Your all just jealous because he is intelligent. CL: No I’m jealous of the other’s because I’d like to smack him around the ring with a chair. Dragon picking up the chair though quickly, swings toward Colbert, but he rolls out of the way, before low blowing Dragon, as Dragon cowers in pain, Colbert grins before turning him around, sprinting towards the ropes and coming back with as SPEAR! Dropping him straight down to the canvas. CM: Release The Hounds! JH: This really is despicable. CM: No, it’s known as a Squash. As the fallen Dragon holds his gut on the canvas, Colbert who’s being rained with boo’s climbs to the top rope, pointing toward the Lord General who for good measure kicks Demetrious in the gut, he then leaps off the top, does a 630! Driving his body onto the Dragon’s with utter force seemingly blowing the wind out of the big man! CM: Oh loving it! Chocks Away! JH: See! How can you condemn this? CL: He’s a women, they condemn a lot of pointless shit, look at cloth shopping. Colbert doesn’t make the cover though as he sees Demetrious climbing to the apron, but he’s soon dispatched as he’s hit by a leaping enziguiri knocking him back down to the mats outside. Colbert then turns, moves towards the fallen Dragon and spins him onto his back before hooking in the Anaconda Vice! He wrenches away as Dragon tries to reach for the ropes! Demetrious too is up and trying tog et to break it up but General’s holding his foot as Dragon Taps! [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] As the bell sounds Colbert releases the hold and stays on his knee’s shooting his arms to the air looking like he’s highly proud of himself, general even slide sin the ring and lifts him up, hugging him and raising his hand as if won the Dual Crown Championship. JH: Look at him, he’s proud of himself, what a… CM: True champion, FIW need more of him. CL: …More ignorant fools? We have you, god knows we don’t need no more you. Colbert takes his Flycore Championship and shoots it toward the sky as he gets his ass practically booed off… MA: Your winner! Via submission! And STIIIIIIIILLLL FIW Flycore Champion! SSSSIIIRRR CCCOOOLLLBBBEEERRRTTT TTTOOOTTTTIIINNNGGGTTTOOONNN!!!! …Colbert smirks before stomping down on Demetrious, he then climbs out the ring with The General, making there way to the back, Colbert raises the title one last time as he wipes his forehead seemingly of the sweat as he then disappears backstage. Demetrious and Dragon get checked over by Fuzz as the camera cuts to the commentary team. A blonde woman wearing a white button shirt and black pants turns towards her partner for the evening and claims that she's heading out for a quick break. The taller man nods as the woman leaves the entrance. It's obvious now that these are two of the many ticket counters for the event. The mad rush is long over so there's not much need for both of them to be standing around. The woman begins to leave when she notices another woman coming towards her talking on a cellphone. The blonde ponytailed woman takes a few steps back and holds out her hand motioning for the brunette coming towards her to stop. Brunette: Yea, I'll call you later. Bye. The brunette hangs up the phone and places it inside her purse. The woman looks to be of expensive taste judging by her purse alone. Clearly not one of your K-Mart variety purses. But that's not important, the woman adjusts her straight hair from under her sunhat and removes her sunglasses. Looking around behind both ticket counters, the brunette finally seems to notice them standing in front of her. Brunette: Oh, excuse me, where's the VIP entrance? Female TC: Well, if I can see a ticket, I'll be happy to help you find it. The brunette looks at the woman oddly. Almost as if it was the first time she's ever heard the word "ticket". Brunette: Ticket? Why do I need a ticket? Listen, I'm a very important person, so if you can just show me where I'm going to sit I'll-- Male TC: Well, ma'am, you need a ticket to get in. Clearly upset, the woman looks between the two of them and huffs out a hard felt sigh. Brunette: Whatever, just tell Roxie that her friend Shawni Tifftin is here to watch her...what is this again? The male ticket counter nearly shouts out almost as if excited about saying it. Male TC: It's wrestling! Shawni: Oh... Clearly more upset than she was before, Shawni decides it best not to continue the conversation in something that isn't about her. Shawni: Well, could you tell Roxie that I'm here? Could you? Like...now? Now Shawni shows her demanding side as both counters nearly refuse to budge. Female TC: Well, she's getting ready to go out there to compete. We can't just bring her out of her changing room and-- Suddenly, Shawni feels the urge to get back on her cellphone. It's the same person from before so Shawni picks up the conversation where she left off without any notion of asking either ticket counter to wait a moment. Both counters look towards each other, the female more disgusted with Shawni's attitude. Finally, Shawni hangs up her phone with a smile and a little laugh. Her happy attitude leaves her when she looks back towards the ticket counters to find that neither one of them is standing beside Roxie or has even left to go get her. Shawni: Well? I was kind enough to give you time to get her. Now you're just wasting my time. Whatever, does this place have a lobby or something? Preferably away from public. Female TC: Down the hall...miss. Not even pointing, the female ticket counter just glares in the general direction of the lobby. Shawni looks over her shoulder before fully turning around to leave the two behind. |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 18 2007, 02:31 AM Post #3 |
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The house lights drop, immediately sending the crowd into a frenzy as they know EXACTLY who's on their way.. [align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..." RISE![/align]. As one, the crowd LEAPS to their feet, all of them throwing 'R' signs into the air as the lights all over the arena begin to blaze and strobe maniacally to the thunder known as 'Damage Done' by Mushroomhead. Nightmare steps out onto the stage, coat drifting behind him, and Grant Rice follows him out a moment later, both raising the 'R' handsign to the crowd on opposite sides of the ramp, the theme song barely being heard over the noise. MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE FOLLOWING TAG TEAM CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! ON THEIR WAY TO THE RING, AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 523 POUNDS, GRANT RICE AND NIGHTMARE, THEY ARE...THE! RRRRRRRRRRREVOLUUUUUUTION! [align=center]Get the hammers high! Get in line to get fucked up! Get the hammers high! Get fucked up![/align] They converge at the center of the stage and head down the ramp, Nightmare tagging hands with the fans as Grant just heads straight for the ring, stopping at the apron to wait for Nightmare to reach him and slide underneath the ropes before entering the ring himself. He goes up on the turnbuckle, beckoning the crowd to shower the Revolution with their praise as Nightmare riles up the crowd on the other turnbuckle as only he can, taunting, flexing and such like. As soon as the chorus hits they begin screaming the lyrics with the song and the crowd, both holding up both hands in the 'R' handsign. [align=center]GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! DON'T DOUBT THE HATE THAT'S INSIDE OF MY HEART! GONNA BREAK HUMANITY JUST IN SPITE OF ME! GAZE INTO MY EYES AND YOU'LL FIIIIIIIIIIIND!!![/align] They drop off the buckle and meet in the center of the ring, speaking with each other quietly as the music and lights fade away, leaving the crowd at a fevered pitch and ready for war. JH: WOW! Listen to that! Even though Eugene’s only a few short miles away from Portland, it sounds like Nightmare is the hometown boy tonight! The trumpets blast as "Get It Up" begins on the PA system. Shaun steps from the back and stops in front of the steps and takes a knee. Blue pyro fires from the ReVoltrons to the roof of the arena. He hops up to his feet and heads down the stairs to the ring. He talks trash and taunts the crowd as he bounces to the ring. He runs up the stairs and climbs through the ropes. He climbs the middle turnbuckle and talks more trash to the crowd, he thens raises both arms in the air. He jumps down and snatches off his hoodie tossing it out of the ring as he stretches. MA: Their opponents, first, from Houston, Texas, SHAUUUUUN WILLLLLLSON! CL: *cackles* Shaun Wilson’s gonna’ die.. CM: Did you not hear Shaun? Nobody gives a fuck about Nightmare, and he’s going to prove that tonight! [align=center]The soft beats of "Do You Call My Name" by Ra hits the speakers letting the soft flow of pure egyptian music. The lights go out while the entrance and stage flash a yellowish gold while smoke flows out from the back. The music picks up as Zesboca Devani comes from the back wearing a white tank top with fitting black leather pants. A goldish scarve is folded in two and hangs off of her left shoulder and tieing near her right hip. Zesboca runs her hands down her body almost going back to her old ways of entering the ring. She looks up not really looking at the crowd but just looking out she smirks. "Kill Me With The Beat.." The music picks up giving us more a rockish egyptian tune while Zesboca grabs the edge of her near her hip and pulls it up. She throws it up over her head only to let it float back down over her body. She grabs the edge one last time kissing it softly while pushing it back behind her. Finally she makes her way to the ring but she seems determind and not full of games like before. MA: Entering the ring now, is his partner! hailing from Cairo, Egypt and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds! she is the EEEGGGYYYPPPTTTIIIAAANNN VVVIIIXXEENNNEEEHHH!!! ZZZZZEEESSSBBBOOOCCCAAAAHHH DDDEEEVVVANNNIIHHHHH!!!! Together, they are the BEST! KEPT! SEEEECREEEEEET! JH: Interesting, looks like the name Shaun and Zesboca decided on has stuck already! Zesboca takes the steps to get inside of the ring taking her time while getting her mind in the mood set that it should be. Walking across the apron she looks out to the fans but not targeting anyone in particular since they don't matter to her anymore. Reaching the next turnbuckle she grabs it to use it to jump over the top rope into the ring. She takes one last look around the ring to know where things are in case she is in need of them.[/align] JH: And it appears that in accordance with the results of the rock-paper-scissors game conducted by the Revolution, Nightmare is going to start this match! And I’m sure he’ll love that Shaun Wilson will be facing him across the ring. CL: If he’s SMART, he’ll use his power on Shaun and just wreck the kid when he gets in close. Shaun’s got to stick and move, keep his distance and GO AFTER HIS FUCKING KNEE in order to prevent that. The bell rings, and now Shaun is squared up to fight, ready to face down Nightmare as the crowd is rumbling, beating on the rails, wanting their man to take over on the cocky upstart as Nightmare just stands there, watching Shaun’s tense movements. He raises a hand to the crowd and closes a fist, and instantly—they’re silent. He opens his hand again and the rumbling continues, a smile playing across his face as he lets Shaun know exactly how much of a ‘fuck’ these fans give about him. “C’mon, TACKLE ME!” Nightmare yells at Shaun, and Shaun taking the initiative fires himself off the ropes but runs right into a 275 pound brick wall! Shaun gets up and Night tells him to try it again, Shaun races off the ropes getting more momentum this time but still gets the same result! JH: Not working here, and the fans are letting Shaun have it! A chant of “Knock Him Down!” starts up through the crowd, mockingly of course as Shaun tries one more time to knock Night down, this time though he launches a low dropkick to Nightmare’s bad knee, Night goes down to a knee immediately, Shaun launches off the ropes again trying to connect with a shot to the face this time, but Shaun is caught with a bearhug catch as Nightmare RISES up and just plows him into the mat with a spinebuster, not going down with him at all! CL: That didn’t work! JH: That was a VICIOUS spinebuster by Nightmare! Night may be an ‘old man’, but he’s still got phenomenal power and upper body strength to his name! CM: Come on, Shaun! Embarrass this idiot! He hoists Shaun up easily and pushes him into the corner, ROCKING him with an elbow to the face, not giving the rookie any quarter as he pushes his head back with a hand on the chin, Grant sees what’s coming and quiets down the crowd, so Nightmare can rear his hand back and.. BLAM! CL: FUUUCK! My ears are ringing from that! JH: Shaun’s in trouble here, he needs to tag out to Zesboca! LACE Shaun with an open hand slap to the chest! Shaun of course rocks from the blow in such a way that would make Curt Hennig selling Ric Flair’s chops proud, falling to his ass in the corner while Nightmare points as Shaun and yells ‘the kid’s got nothing’ to the crowd, who cheers his take on Shaun Wilson, but unfortunately while Nightmare’s talking to the fans Shaun has made a tag to Zesboca, who attacks Night from behind with a dropkick that knocks the Prince headfirst into the turnbuckle, Shaun follows up by bouncing Nightmare’s skull off the pad. They then whip the big man in together and slap on a double drop toe hold, bouncing off and looking for a sandwich basement dropkick, but only Zesboca connects as Grant Rice has pulled down the top rope on Shaun’s side, making the Dynamo topple to the floor! Zesboca now seeing that Nightmare is down, quickly heads for the apron and waits a moment or two for Nightmare to get to his feet, once he’s up Zessy springs up and spins into a perfect wheel kick, taking His Merciless down again! Zessy covers, hooking the leg. [align=center]1.. 2.. POWER OUT BY NIGHTMARE![/align] Grant Rice is on the outside clapping for his big friend as Zesboca hauls him to his feet now, whipping him into the ropes with some obvious exertion, getting ready to connect with another kick to the face but Nightmare very intelligently hangs onto the top rope to stop his momentum, Zessy doesn’t throw the kick seeing what Nightmare did and rushes him, hooking Nightmare around the head for a tornado DDT that drops his throat across the top rope! Nightmare goes down to a knee and staggers to the center of the ring, spluttering and trying to shake off the cobwebs, Zess climbs up to the top rope wanting a moonsault but Nightmare’s got enough wits about him to connect on Zesboca with a headbutt! She falls back into the tree of woe and Nightmare tags in Grant Rice, the crowd buzzing as Grant rushes and DROPKICKS Zesboca right in the head! She’s still in the tree of woe and that is bad news for the Egyptian Vixen as Nightmare comes rushing in, FACEWASHING ZESBOCA WITH HIS BOOT! She finally crumples to the ground as Grant sees Shaun coming and doesn’t have time to move before he NAILS Grant with a cross body block from the apron! JH: It could be breaking down here, referee’s gotta’ get control! Grant goes down and Zessy is back to her feet, firing on Nightmare with forearm strikes, the referee finally gets Shaun out of the ring as Zessy whips him to the ropes again, trying for a leaping Tornado DDT off the second rope, Nightmare catches her and drops her down into a Manhattan Drop! The crowd is buzzing as Grant sees it and launches himself off the rope, looking to plow his boot right into Zesboca’s skull, she falls out of the way just in time though making Grant rock his leg on the top rope! She rolls him up, Nightmare being forced out of the ring before the ref can count.. [align=center]1.. 2.. KICKOUT by Grant![/align] CL: Crazy encounter here, the Best Kept Secret are definetly showing the Revolution they can hang with them! Can they seal the deal though is my question! Zessy now sees an opening and calls for the Zessy Kick as Grant is getting back to his feet, Zesboca obviously wanting to put this match on ice as quickly as possible, she climbs up top looking for the kick but Nightmare pushes Zesboca off the top, since she happened to get up on the buckle near the Revolution’s corner, Shaun comes in to help his partner and brings Nightmare into the ring, whacking him with a hard right hand, receiving a forearm in return, Nightmare tries to throw Shaun with a belly to belly but the athletic Superstar lands on his feet, gets behind Nightmare and NAILS him with the Guillotine DDT! JH: The referee’s lost control here! Revolution and the Best Kept Secret are brawling in the middle of the ring! Grant meanwhile has connected with a shinbreaker and a dragonscrew on the Egyptian Vixen, IMMEDIATELY applying Straight Mizery the second he could get it on! The crowd ROARS as Shaun tries to get to Grant to break up the hold, having to exit the ring first as per the rules to break the count, but that gives Nightmare enough time to recover from the Guillotine DDT, catching Shaun as he dives to break up the hold, applying VICIOUSLY the Cure for the Itch! CL: That’s it, it’s over! CM: COME ON! FIGHT! YOU CAN DO THIS! DON’T LET THOSE JOKERS WIN!! Both Revolution members WRENCH back on the submission holds, Grant grapevining Zessy’s ankle, Shaun’s shoulder bent at a tremendous angle, both look ready to tap but for some reason are enduring the pain, trying their best not to submit. The entire situation gets a yawn from the man in face paint sitting in the front row that is wearing a crimson trench coat sitting beside his cloaked associate. Nightmare breaks Shaun down to his stomach and wrenches back further but before he has a chance to apply any more pressure, the bell sounds! The referee goes over and tells the ring announcer something… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the 15 minute time limit has expired! This bout is a DRAW! JH: Oh, damn! They had it! CL: A lot of guts it takes to hold out in those holds for that long! Revolution has shit to be ashamed of, they definetly impressed me for one! CM: Fuck both of you. The Best Kept Secret was getting ready to beat them both, they just needed more time! I demand a restart! Some of the crowd voice their displeasure as they knew a Revolution victory was close, but after both holds are broken and the Best Kept Secret are back on their feet, the crowd applauding a terrific encounter, Revolution chats for a second and then nod at each other and offer their hands in a show of sportsmanship, the crowd cheering big time for their respect of wrestling skill! The BKS look like they’re going to go for it, looking at each other, shrugging before flipping both Revolution members off! The crowd boos their disrespect of the former tag team champs as Shaun and Zessy exit the ring, mocking the crowd for applauding the draw as Revolution are left in the ring watching them go. JH: Looks like The Best Kept Secret earned a handshake from Revolution with their performance tonight, but once again they have disrespected the veterans, the men who have solidified their place in the Tag Team Division, and damn it that’s not right! CM: Oh, quit bitching, Hitchen. The BKS are upset because they got cheated! haha, quit bitching Hitchen…I crack myself up Revolution now turn to each other, shrugging, they raise each other’s hands, giving the crowd their own standing ovation before leaving the arena, slapping the fans’ hands on the way up and throwing the ‘R’ sign as they reach the stage, cueing Damage Done while they disappear through the curtain. |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 18 2007, 02:37 AM Post #4 |
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a special six-way scramble match which is set for one fall TO A FINISH! Cochise by Audioslave begins to play. The lights on the crowd fade lower as the intro continues, but not completely off, leaving the path to the ring lit brightly. The main riff hits and there is a big, quick, explosion of pyro. Just afterwards Liam steps out from the back. He soaks up the atmosphere for a minute before continuing to walk down to the ring. His smile beams throughout the arena as he makes his way to the ring, and when he gets there jumps over the ropes turning round to look at the all of the crowd before picking a turnbuckle to ascend to thank the fans. The music fades, and Liam jumps back down to the canvas. MA: Introducing first, from Cheltenham, England, LIAMMMM MOOOOORTELLLLLLLL! 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. 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] MA: From County Wicklow, Ireland, weighing 231 pounds…THIS! IS! PRIIIIIESSST! 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. 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. 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… MA: From PORTLAND, OREGON…*big pop*, weighing THUH-REEE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN POUNDS, ROBERT BLAAAAAAACK! The sound sucks back into the speakers and then pounds back out in the form of the heavy guitars, drums and effects that create Doom by Nine Inch Nails. The lights on either side of the stage suddenly jerk up illuminating the entire walkway while two firework pyros on either side of the entrance explode setting of a chain reaction down both sides of the stage and a man emerges with amazing intensity from the curtain of the entrance. The man was Robert Black. With continued intensity he jumps and screams and interacts with the crowd as he moves down the walkway, attempting to fire them up in any way possible and the screams become so loud the music is barely heard. When he finally makes it to ringside a spotlight follows him as he works his way all the way around high-fiving, shaking the hands of and fist pounding with fans before finally climbing onto the ring edge and stepping over the top rope into the ring, where he continues his non-stop intensity as the music enters a heavy brooding rift. Now, two spotlights figure-eight the ring as he wanders looking at all the fans and climbing on each ring post and flexing. He then climbs onto a random ring rope to look out and scream a little more before moving back to center ring, taking his shirt off and throwing it out of the ring, and waiting for the match to start. MA: From Maple Syrup, Canada…THE GENERIC LUMBERJACK, EL LUMBERJACKOOOOHHHH! "The Lumberjack" by Jackyl hits the PA system and the crowd rise to life with cheers. In anticipation awaiting their hero's entrance, the fans begin to pound on the guard rails and chant loudly. As the crowd comes to a fever pitch, El Lumberjacko runs out from the backstage area and stops midway down the ramp. He thrusts both arms into the air to a positive response from the fans, before sprinting the rest of the way down the ramp. As he reaches the ring he slides under the bottom rope and quickly makes it back to his feet. He mounts the closest turnbuckle nearest him and thrusts both arms into the air again, receiving the same positive reaction from the crowd. El Lumberjacko jumps down and proceeds to chase the ring announcer around with an imaginary chainsaw as his entrance music dies down. The 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. MA: *breathing heavily from the Lumberjacko pursuit* From Saitama, Japan, she weighs 125 pounds and represents the TANAKAHHHH ZAIBATSU, She is one third of the FIW World Tag Team Champions…MOMOKOHHHHHHHHHHH WAKAAAARIII! Once everybody is finally in the ring, the ref puts everybody on the apron except for two men which the Eugene crowd are very happy to see facing off—Liam Mortell and God’s Most Blessed Soldier, Priest. The bell rings and Liam comes forward, offering his hand, and Priest impressed by the sportsmanship firmly shakes Liam’s hand before backing off again, getting down to business. They lock up in the center of the ring, Liam going with a quick go-behind and hammerlock before breaking Priest down to the ground, Priest quickly moves out of the hammerlock and switches it up to a headlock, then moves Liam into an armbar, Liam quickly pushing him away with an elbow shot since Priest was going after the bad shoulder. JH: Smart by Mortell, he’s not letting Priest do any damage to his arm this early. CM: Like the Jesus Freak can do anything to it.. JH: This same ‘Jesus Freak’ made your boyfriend Sean Madrox tap at Summer of Sin, Chip. I’d hold your tongue when you speak about God’s most Blessed Soldier. CL: Owned two straight weeks, Chip, you’re losing your touch! Hahahah! Liam now follows up by nailing Priest with a forearm, backing his fellow southpaw into the corner, he nails Priest with a chop across the chest and then whips him across, to the other turnbuckle, Liam follows him in but Priest is able to use his momentum to elevate himself over the top where Robert Black is. There is a whisper exchange by the looks of it by the face painted man and the cloaked being in the front row. Priest tags Robert Black and then springs up onto the top rope as Liam hits the buckle hard and staggers out to the middle of the ring, Priest now connecting with a perfect missile dropkick! JH: Fans, that was on the money! And look out, here comes Robert Black! Robert steps over the top rope into the ring as Priest rolls out to accept the cheers for the beautiful move, seeing the former FSC down, he quickly bounces off the ropes and comes back dropping his tree-trunk like leg across the throat of Liam Mortell! He grabs Liam by his throat, lifting him back up to his feet, keeping his right arm trapped while he raises a hand yelling to the crowd, then SLAPS Liam’s heart right out of his chest! Liam goes down and Robert covers.. [align=center]1.. 2.. STOMP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD BY ROXIE![/align] JH: And the save! CL: That big motherfucker probably hardly felt that! Of course, it feels like hardly anything to the much larger Black, but he tells the referee she’s breaking the rules, of course this takes a minute as the referee apparently wants to argue with Robert, which gives Liam an opportunity to fight back, hitting a running forearm into Robert’s back which knocks him chest first into the corner, Roxie wanting a piece of the match tags herself in to obvious boos since the fans wanted to see more of their fellow Oregonian, Roxie doesn’t much mind that though as she takes over on Liam, whipping him into the ropes before snapping off a nice calf kick, knocking Mortell down as now Robert Black is back on the apron, not very happy as he wanted to wrestle more. Roxie now picks Liam up but he fights back with an elbow to the midsection and then a forearm to the head, Liam whips her into the ropes and lowers his head for a back body drop but Roxie grips his head for a Tornado DDT, Liam stops it though by widening his vertical base! Liam then throws an arm over and nails Roxie in a Rock Bottom Backbreaker, quickly going for the Triangle Choke! JH: There it is! Triangle choke! CM: Watch Momoko! He’s got it on, and Momoko seeing that Roxie could tap out climbs to the top rope, obviously looking for the Demon Stomp! Priest however will have none of that seemingly and springboards up, quickly ropewalking over to Momoko and hooking her in a HURRICANRANA THAT TAKES HER DOWN AND LANDS HER ON LIAM AND ROXIE! Liam’s forced to break the hold now as Priest quickly exits the ring, begging for a tag, Roxie crawls over and looks to give it but it’s taken by Robert Black who wants back into the match, he steps over the top into the ring and quickly knocks Roxie down with a headbutt, giving a headbutt to Liam too, Momoko comes rushing in after recovering from the hurricanrana by Priest but she eats a clothesline from the big 300+ pounder, Robert roars for the crowd’s immediate approval but when he turns around, another missile dropkick is waiting for him from Priest! The big man goes down after eating the kick right to the face, Priest follows up by delivering a HARSH kick to the knee, another one follows that and Priest then spins the toehold, slapping a figure four leglock on the big guy! JH: Priest isn’t legal!...I don’t think? CL: I don’t even know who’s legal anymore! Momoko’s since recovered from the lariat and is on the outside of the ring, she looks PISSED as she heads for the timekeeper table and grabs her sickle and staple gun, she heads for the ring but EL LUMBERJACKO DIVES OFF THE APRON, WIPING HER OUT! He starts hailing right hands down onto her, lifting her up so they can brawl all the way down the rampway! JH: Jacko just stopped Momoko from using that hideous weapon of hers, and now they’re fighting all the way backstage! We can’t see them anymore, folks! Meanwhile Liam sees Robert Black is in trouble and slaps on the Triangle Choke, increasing the pain wrought by the figure four, the referee is screaming at Priest to break the hold which he quickly does, the damage being done, Priest goes to break up the choke but he’s cut off by Roxie Galanoochie, she wants a cross body over the top but Priest gets out of the way as Roxie hangs herself on the ropes, Priest pushes her over onto the apron and then to the floor, Roxie gets up but not in time as Priest DIVES through the ropes with a tope, taking her out big time! Meanwhile though all this time Liam’s been WRENCHING on the Triangle Choke, trying to get Black to submit, Robert’s been fighting hard but can’t find a way to escape, and thanks to Liam increasing the pressure on his throat and massive arm, he has no choice but to tap out! CM: Fuck! Why him?! JH: And amidst all the insanity, Liam gets Robert Black to submit! He’s won! MA: Your winner by submission, LIAM! MOOOORRRRTELLL! Liam breaks the hold, patting Robert on the cheek as Liam heads for the turnbuckle, celebrating the win, making belt motions around his waist as he seems to be saying something about ‘coming for’ Ethan Adams. JH: This is interesting, Liam celebrating the way he is, could it be he is about to use his rematch clause soon against Ethan Adams? CM: Nooo, ya retard, he’s inventing a new dance! Everybody do the Liam! CL: I’m fucking knocking him out when we go to commercial. After her match, Roxie walks down the hall of the arena heading towards her changing room. She's suddenly stopped when she hears her name being called faintly. Roxie looks down to find a blone haired female ticket counter rushing towards her. Female TC: Um...you have a visitor. Roxie: Visitor? Female TC: Yea, a...Shawni Tifftin or whatever. Roxie: Oh...where is she? Female TC: In the lobby. She's been there a while now. Roxie: Okay. Thanks. With that, Roxie continues down the hall in the direction she was going before. Female TC: The lobby's...this way. Pointing over her shoulder, the female ticket counter watches as Roxie continues on as if not even hearing the woman. The woman just looks at her oddly before turning around rolling her eyes a little. |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 18 2007, 02:42 AM Post #5 |
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MA: The Following Contest is Scheduled for One Fall, to a Fifteen Minute Time Limit!!! The Drake Love entrance video begins to roll on the Global-Tron as AFI's Prelude 12-21 begins to blare over the PA system. [align=center][dohtml]<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="444" height="350"></embed></object>[/dohtml][/align] [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promise to depart just promise one thing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. [/align] MA: Introducing first, from Denver Colorado; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Eighty Five Pounds; the Career Killer… DRAAAAAAAAAAAKE LOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEHEEEEE Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage. [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promised you my heart just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead. [align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me. This is what I thought, so think me naive I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, ) Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] MA: And his partner; from Leamington Spa, England; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Five Pounds; he is the Career Killer EEEEEELLLRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIICCCCCCKKKKKK …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. CL: Wow, if these two had naff face paint, they could be an 80’s style powerhouse tag team. JH: Right up there with the Blade Runners, Rock & Sting; the Road Warriors, Hawk and Animal… CM: Yeah, but Career Killer Love makes him sound a hell of a lot wussier than he actually is… 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. CL: One of these things is not like the others… CM: None of them are like the others. They’re all mental in totally different ways. [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. JH: I think Constance meant how Ethan Adams is smaller than the rest. MA: “Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!” CM: Now that you mention it, I would have thought someone on the juice would be a little bigger… [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. 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! JH: But if we’re talking differences… The slow opening of Blood, milk, and sky signals for the lights to slowly die down until there is nothing but a flashing strobe light facing the entrance. CM: Well duh, this guy’s the only one with a mask The siren sings a Lonely song of all the Wants and hungers of all the Wants and hungers MA: And his partner, from the back streets of New York, New York, so good they say it twice; weighing in tonight at Three Hundred and Nineteen pounds… He is Your Undisputed International Champion; This Is CRAAAAAAAAACAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHJAAAAAAAAAACCCKKKK!!! 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. [align=center]Ba-Ding![/align] And wasting absolutely no time at all, we’re underway with Ethan Adams trying to coax Crackerjack into the corner. Surprisingly, Jack doesn’t need too much coaxing, but just to be awkward, goes to the other side from where Ethan wanted him to go. Either way, the champions are ready. The Career Killers however, are not. What they are is standing in their corner, having a silent competition of who can bore a hole through the other using only the power of their eyes. It goes badly for both sides. [align=center]Get! On! With! It! *Clap-Clap-ClapClapClap!!!*[/align] For those paying attention to last week’s match, the chant that Career Killer Drake started up is used against him. Neither Career Killer lets it distract him from his task, so it falls to Michaela Menendez to flip a coin and use that to decide who starts. Career Killer Elrick wins and gets his chance for a measure of retribution against the man who seven days previously beat him for the title. JH: They’re not only missing the paint for the 80’s Powerhouse Tag Team thing… They could, uh, you know, try and be a bit more of a team? CM: And put the whole Taser incident behind them, and all; but some things, like electrocuting a man’s wife are a little difficult to forget, you know? By now, CKE [since Career Killer Elrick is a bit of a mouthful,] and Ethan Adams have locked up and doing the old school ‘jockeying for position’ thing. It takes a while for anyone to glean an advantage, but Elrick, and his 50lb gets it, step by step, inch by inch all the way back to the Dual Crown Team’s corner. The tentatively clean break slowly comes; a sudden movement from Adams makes CKE take a quick step backwards. The sudden movement? A tag out to Crackerjack. JH: It didn’t take Ethan Adams too long to learn that lesson. CM: Tell me Bitchen, if you had three hundred or more pounds of deranged masked freak in your corner, would you hesitate to make use of it? I wouldn’t, not for one second. CL: But you’re just an immaculately manicured wuss, Chip. CM: And you’re just plain ugly. Guess I’ll just be happy being pretty. At the word ‘pretty’ there’s a little pause, filled with a lot of discomfort, and not just in the commentary box; Career Killer Elrick looks a little apprehensive about taking on the gargantuan UIC. A quick glance back tells him that he’ll not get much help from there until he absolutely needs it. When he looks back, he sees a fist right in his face. CKE falls back to his corner, and with a roll of the eyes, Career Killer Drake [since we established earlier that Career Killer Love doesn’t quite have the same ring to it,] tags in. CM:This match has just improved with 10,000% less bleeding heart. With Chip happy, we get on with the inevitable mutual slapping, forearming and other assorted arm-based strikes that come with six hundred pounds of bloke meeting in the ring. It happens, and neither really gets anywhere, until Career Killer Drake head-butts the much taller man, roughly where his nose ought to be. Crackerjack recoils slightly from it, but feels a patting on his shoulder. JH: Woah, Springboard Sunset Flip! That was very pretty. CM: Showstopping, almost. [align=center]One! Two!! Kick Out!!![/align] CL: Like such a stupid move could ever put anyone away. No one mention that line to Graver, who beat someone last week with the same move. Or for that matter, anyone who was pinned by it, ever. It doesn’t matter too much now, since Career Killer Drake has got back to his feet and, after waving off a tag from CKE proceeds to maul him after throwing him with a belly-to-belly suplex, with forearms. JH: That wasn’t as classy as his original pinning move CL: The thumb to the eye is an infinitely more effective move though. CM: More effective than a flip? Inconceivable! With Career Killer Drake temporarily blinded, Ethan Adams escapes to make the tag. CKD however, doesn’t seem to want to do the same, given that his partner is the unpainted Career Killer Elrick. It proves to be a mistake: a Hurricane Elbow sends him into the Career Killers' corner, and the blonder of the two tags himself in. To the happiness of every one but seemingly the face painted man in the front row who stuffs his hands in his crimson trench coat’s pockets. CM: Ach, someone get Megan a hanky, Elrick’s going to get stomped. JH: He’s ducked the Kosaga! EEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLRRRIIIIIII- CL: Silence, Hitchen, Crackerjack hurls him over his shoulder instead… CM: HAHAHA DIIIIII- Hurricane Elbow misses? Inconceivable! JH: Good Sweet Christ! This Time! This Time the Elrick-Plex Connects!!! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] JH: He’s Done It! Sweet Zombie Jesus! Elrick has Pinned Crackerjack!!! Ethan Adams has already escaped from Drake Love CL: Well yeah, it looks like the Career Killers have cemented their contendership; Career Killer Drake for the FSC… CM: And Elrick? Elrick? Elrick is the next in line for a shot at Crackerjack? Inconc- JH: No, it bloody well isn’t! 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| Crimson Shards | Aug 18 2007, 02:48 AM Post #6 |
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The PA system kicks into life as the opening chords of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones echoes across the arena. Rising to their feet, the fans turn their attention toward the stage as the house lights turn to a bright shade of red. After a few seconds, 'The KoopaManiac' Ash Koopa steps through the gateway onto the stage playing in tune with the music on his air guitar. Reaching the edge of the stage, Ash pauses for a second and looks around the arena, then quickly makes his way down the steps whilst pointing out at the fans. Singing along with the lyrics of his entrance theme, Ash strolls along the aisle and slaps hands with the fans on either side as he makes his way toward the ringside area. As he reaches the ring, Ash veers left and begins scanning the crowd, before removing his headband and placing it on the head of a child in the front row. MA: “Introducing first from Reading, England and weighing in this evening at 263 pounds……AAAAAAASSSSHHHH KKOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPAAAAAAAAAA!!” Quickly bounding up the steps, Ash makes his way along the apron and ducks down to enter the ring between the top and middle ropes. Facing the main camera, Ash steps up to the ropes and begins posing for the fans, then fires off a thumbs up, before turning and stretching against the ropes as he waits for the match to begin. JH: “This makes me wonder if we will see the change in attitude again from Ash Koopa.” CL: “It would have been in his best interest to check his attitude at the door. Otherwise the veteran, Hutch very well could check it for him.” CM: “Hutch is washed up and Ash Koopa will prove that here tonight. *to himself* Fucker better not come out kissing babies.” [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. MA: From Newcastle, England, weighing in at 240 pounds.......... HUTCH!! 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] CM: “God…look at him! His man boobies are baggier than Ric Flairs.” JH: “Hutch is still in peak physical condition. I don’t know what you are talking about.” CM: “He looks like an old cow left out in the sun too long.” JH: “Your opinion does not count. Shut up!” CL: “Guess he told you.” The Truth reviews the rules and checks both men for foreign objects as the match is prepared to get underway. The official then turns toward the time keepers table on the outside of the ring and calls for the bell. [align=center]DING DING[/align] Both men emerge from their corners sizing the other up as they meet and circle in the middle of the ring momentarily. They both move toward the other at the same instant and move into a collar and elbow tie up. Koopa using his slight size advantage over the multi time champion shoves, Hutch back first onto the mat and then poses for the crowd flexing his muscles and cupping his hand around his ear as the crowd react loudly. Hutch brushes himself off and gets back to his feet nodding at Koopa as if to say he got him and then flexes himself. The crowd comes absolutely unglued as the former Slam! World Champion poses for them. Koopa, appearing jealous of the crowds reaction to Hutch steps in front of him and flexes again this time pointing to random fans in the crowd and finally ending with Hutch as the crowd get on their feet and cheer him on. Hutch merely shrugs it off and then begins to flex his pectorals making them dance as the ladies in the audience scream at the top of their lungs. Just then an object flies into the ring and onto Hutch’s shoulder. As the camera zooms in it appears to be a pair of ladies underwear and Hutch removes them from his shoulder and holds them up in Koopa’s face and then smiles in the direction they came from before stuffing them in the side of his tights. CM: “Get on with the match already!” CL: “Yea…a bit much on the psychological warfare!” The match in fact moves on as Koopa tired of Hutch’s one upping him blasts in with a hard over hand chop to his opponents chest. Hutch holds his ground and returns the shot with a back handed chop of his own that makes a snapping sound that echoes through the arena. Koopa replies with another over hand chop to the chest of Hutch that is comparable in the sound department. The former ANE member staggers back a bit but uses the back step for momentum as he steps back in with another back handed chop to his opponent’s chest this time leaving a nice red welt and an imprint of his hand on his chest. Koopa staggers back holding his chest but it does not take too much out of him as he charges back in quickly blind siding Hutch with a forearm smash and follows up with a knee to the midsection that doubles his opponent over. Now with Hutch bent at the waist Ash grabs him by the head and hurls him backward to the canvas with a thud as his head bounces off the mat. This time Koopa walks to the ropes cupping his hand to his ear and absorbs the crowd’s adoration for him. He then bounces into the ropes and returns to his opponent who is still lying on his back in the middle of the ring. As he approaches he leaps into the air with a Ric Flair style knee drop. JH: “Nobody home!” Koopa drops knee first into the canvas and then rolls onto his side holding his knee. He begins to roll toward the ropes as Hutch is already moving to his feet holding the back of his head still. CL: “That one moment he took to play to the crowd cost him that time. Too many mistakes like that and Ash Koopa will find himself the loser in this match up.” CM: “What the hell is he thinking? He had such a good thing going for him last week.” Koopa pulls himself up with the ropes assistance and begins to hobble out the pain in his knee. Hutch gives his head a shake to remove the cob webs and moves after Koopa who is focusing on the pain in his knee. He moves in blasting Koopa with a European uppercut turning his opponents back into the ropes and then pulls him off with an Irish whip toward the opposing ropes. Ash moves across the ring and hits the ropes and rebounds back toward Hutch who is awaiting his arrival and catches him with a snap power slam. Hutch then gets to his feet and makes for the ropes, bouncing off and then returning to Koopa who is still arching his back in pain from the snap power slam. Hutch much like Koopa earlier jumps into the air and lands a well placed Ric Flair style knee drop over his opponent’s forehead. Hutch then moves up to his feet and bends at the waist getting down in Koopa’s face saying “That’s how its done!”. JH: “Talk about adding insult to injury. Hutch has just schooled Ash Koopa!” CM: “That indeed is how it is done. Though Ash Koopa has the right idea getting out of the ring to regroup himself.” As the attention is brought back to the match, Ash Koopa is rolling under the ropes and drops down into a standing position and uses the ring apron to hold himself up as he checks his forehead to see if he is bleeding. Realizing he is not, Ash begins to move around the ring taking time to recoup himself as The Truth begins to count him out of the ring. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4… 5…[/align] Halfway through the count Ash pushes himself back into the ring and moves up to his feet just as Hutch is charging at him. Koopa side steps just as Hutch reaches him and sends him facing into the ropes. Ash then spins into his opponent and connects with a forearm to the back of his head and then grabs him by the arm. He spins him around quickly and hurls him across the ring and into the diagonal turnbuckle from him. Koopa follows after and nails Hutch with a huge avalanching clothesline that staggers his opponent from the turnbuckles. Ash takes control again quickly turning his adversary around and grabbing him by the nape of the neck before pointing out to the crowd. He then begins to drive Hutch’s head into the turnbuckle repeatedly as the crowd count along. [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE![/align] Koopa holds Hutch up for several seconds and spins him around before slamming his head into the turnbuckle for the final time and the crowd screams loudly and cheers with the final head bash. [align=center]TEN![/align] Koopa steps back and Hutch staggers out of the corner swinging wildly but missing with each swing toward the center of the ring. Ash then cups his hand around his ear and the crowd wails loudly as he charges from his position next to the ropes and connects squarely with a big boot to the side of Hutch’s head. Hutch falls like a tree in the center of the ring and Koopa signals for one of his trademark moves. JH: “ULTIMATE LEG DROP OF….DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!” Ash bounds to the ropes and bounces off jumping into the air and landing the Hogan-esque leg drop over his opponent’s chest. He then scrambles for the cover as The Truth slides into position for the count. [align=center]…1 …2 …HUTCH PUNCHES KOOPA IN THE BALLS[/align] As Ash lies over Hutch he uses his arms to hold down one arm and his waist to hold down the other. However, Hutch manages to squirm the one arm closest to Ash’s waist free and punches him right in the baby makers. CM: “Forget what I was saying about Hutch earlier. That was brilliant!” JH: “Oh come on Hutch. You don’t have to result to those tactics. You are too talented for illegal moves.” The Truth clearly not seeing this allows the match to continue as Ash rolls off the top of Hutch breaking the pinfall and curls into the fetal position holding his family jewels. Hutch too continues to lay on his back blinking at the ceiling trying to gain the energy to pull himself off the mat. The Truth checks on both men and after checking on Koopa he is prepared to start a double count but Hutch is already moving to his feet in the corner. Once on his feet, Hutch moves out toward Koopa who is slowly recovering from the low blow suffered just moments ago. He moves down toward his opponent’s feet lifting both legs and pushes all of his and Koopa’s weight onto his shoulders for the pinfall and The Truth slides in to count. Hutch notices that the official is not paying attention and pushes his feet up against the bottom rope and pushes inward on the pin adding more pressure to Koopa’s shoulders. [align=center]…1 …2 …TRUTH SEES THE FEET ON THE ROPES[/align] The Truth stops the count just before the three and rises to his feet and around to the ropes where he kicks Hutch’s feet off. Hutch rises to his feet as Koopa rolls away from his opponent and the official as Hutch is reprimanded. Hutch plays innocent the whole time acting as if he didn’t know his feet were on the ropes. During this time he does not even notice that Koopa has rose to his feet and is moving in behind him. Ash moves in from behind and quickly wraps himself into Hutch and snaps backwards with a Russian leg sweep by complete surprise. He then moves quickly back to his feet and drops right back down with an elbow drop to his opponents chest. This time as he moves back to his feet he pulls Hutch up with him and scoops him quickly up onto his shoulders and begins to twirl into circles with an airplane spin. JH: “Round and round he goes. Where he stops nobody knows!” CL: “Hopefully right on his head and he BLEEDS!” CM: “I second that!” As the two men spin in circles Hutch manages to wrap a hand around the face of Koopa and pokes a finger in his eye. This causes Ash to stop spinning and grab his face which in turn frees up Hutch who rolls down the back of Koopa and hook an arm through his legs rolling him into a school boy pin. Truth is caught off guard but slides into position as soon as possible. As all the other fans stand up on their feet, the man in face paint in the front row leans over and whispers some thing to his cloaked and wheelchair bound comrade. [align=center]…1[/align] Again Hutch places his feet up on the ropes this time putting them on the middle rope as Truth is completely occupied with counting the pin. [align=center]…2 …3[/align] JH: “HUTCH JUST STOLE THE VICTORY FROM UNDER ASH!” CM: “A victory is a victory. A mans gotta do what a mans gotta do.” CL: “I don’t totally agree with what Hutch just did but I have to give it to him. He managed to out smart Ash Koopa in this outing.” Just as the three count is complete Hutch removes his feet from the ropes so that Truth cannot see what he just did and hops to his feet holding his arms over his head. He then quickly retreats out of the ring continuing to celebrate his victory. He finds a beautiful young lady and leans into her hands hover all over his chest and then he points for her to plant one on his cheek. She complies quickly kissing the self proclaimed Most Valuable Playboy on the check and he pulls away blowing a kiss back to her as he makes his way up the ramp still celebrating. MA: “Here is your winner by pinfall……HUUUUUTTTCCHHHHHH!!!” Back in the ring Ash Koopa is irate as he is on his feet arguing with The Truth and pointing to and kicking the ropes that Hutch had his feet on just moments ago and secured him the victory in this match up. The Truth explains to Koopa that he did not see the feet on the ropes and that the decision is final. Jeers start to spring up as a figure passes Hutch on the stage, walking into the light of the arena. It is none other than Daisuke Tanaka, who is shaking his head in disappointment at Ash. FIW's Koopamaniac turns his attention to the Crowe, glaring up at the mock expression of sadness on Tanaka's face. |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 18 2007, 02:53 AM Post #7 |
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our next matchup. The following match is a special Six Person Intergender tag. Already in the ring, at a combined weight of 715 pounds, they are the team of Odin and The Tanaka Zaibatsu! As the opening sirens to Hadouken’s “That Boy That Girl” hit the speakers the arena is plunged into darkness. Bright yellow strobes begin to randomly search the auditorium but we all know where they’re going to land. As the vocals kick in the strobes group together on the entrance and illuminate the world’s greatest Australian luchadora, La Lesbiana Fantascia! MA: And their opponents! Introducing first, from somewhere along the Australian/Mexican border, La Lesbiana Fantascia! She appears with one arm thrust into the air to roaring cheers from the FIW crowd. With the arena still blacked out and only the strobes bringing any light to the proceedings, Lesbiana skips down the steps and bounces her way along the aisle. Upon reaching the ring she climbs up onto the apron and heads for the nearest turnbuckle, which she quickly scales and throws her arms up to yet more cheers. She leaps over the ropes and pelts across the ring to the opposite turnbuckles, climbing them in a split second and repeating the performance. [align=center]I’ve got the stuff that you want I’ve got the things that you need I’ve got more than enough To make you drop to your knees ‘Cuz I’m the queen of the night The queen of the night Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah![/align] As “Queen of the Night” by Kelly Clarkson pounds through the speakers, the Hellcat Champion skips out onto the stage to a round of cheers from the crowd. She holds the championship up high above her hand, glancing up excitedly at the silver before hurrying down the stairs and skipping her way towards the ring. Along the way she lets the crowd capture her attention more than they probably should, showing off her championship with pride. She slings the silver over her shoulder and heads into the ring. MA:And her partner, entering the ring from Aurora, Ohio… JAAAYYYYMMMMMEEEE LLLLLEEEEEEEE!!!!! Jaime slides in underneath the bottom rope, using the middle rope to pull herself up to her feet. She bounces across the ring, jumping up to the second turnbuckle and raising the Hellcat Championship up into the air. She leaps down to the canvas and backs into her corner, handing her championship off to the referee. MA: Now introducing the final member of this match from Detroit, Michigan, he is Extreme Ninja Number Two! Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a voice booms over the speakers. [align=center]Turn me up! Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay And if they pay then they pay with they life So watch another man try to hold on to his life Cause' I keep lookin' and huntin' just like a lion Let the sucka' know that it's them that be dyin' I show no remorse to the source of the tales And if they tell then the hungry better battle[/align] ”Another Body Murdered” starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “Cheap pop comment here~!” [align=center] Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table And if I miss, I never miss, cuz I’m able I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus But I'll never bless the rest, so never cease I'll do a motherfucker with this restin' piece Cause' what they saw they never seen or even heard of And if they live, it's just another body murdered.... .....another body murdered.... I'm makin' deals for deals that make a kill And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G' But if they think I'm blasted then they gone I'm takin' off they're head with a motherfuckin' chrome I gotta pay the play the pay ta' get crooked And I ain't 'BOO' til' I dump another fool I see the fool runnin' and runnin' but where they goin' ? Had to witness my murder now they knowin' What they blast so blast so at the pad I'll have the thing fixed...My life was goin' in a flash.... If I went to say that'd be my ass Searching for these fools while stepping cross the squares Cause they can't hide and hide and that's real And what you just witnessed with your eyes got ta' kill.... .....another body murdered..... Bang your head to this.... Turn me up! Another body murdered! [/align] Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Respect the Ninja!” and “Now 100% Smarty Free!”, and “Fear the Shining Stomp!” and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie to get ready for the match ahead. JH: This is going to be an interesting match up here. Usually when we get so many different elements in one match it can be pretty crazy. CL: Well in one corner we have the tag team champions who we know will work together. JH: I have a feeling that Team Extremely Sexy Awesome will be able to work well on the other side though. CM What king of ridiculous name is that? JH: Don’t even start. Let’s just get to the match. Odin waits inside as the tag team champions step to the outside of their respective corner. TESA talk it out and it is Ninja who decides to start things against the long haired superstar of FIW. The BFF and E step to the outside and the bell rings to start the match out. The two men begin to warily eye one another weary from their previous encounter. Finally they lock up in the center of the ring igniting what is sure to be an explosive match. Ninja tries to drop down and take the big Odin down with a Arm Drag. However Odin is able to use his weight advantage in his favor by shifting in a way that prevents Ninja from taking him over. In a massive show of pure untamed power, Odin counters the move by pulling Ninja straight up from the canvas and into the air. Odin switches his body and arm around before falling straight into the canvas with a crushing Side Walk Slam. Odin gets up as quickly as a man his size can get up but it is only so that he can fall right back down on top of Ninja with a Straight Fist Drop directly into the throat of a prone Ninja. Odin continues his barrage of attacks on Ninja by hitting the ropes to get a little extra momentum before dropping straight into the sternum with an elevated Knee Drop. CM: Look at Odin go. He has Ninja down and out. Let’s see you fly around now. JH: I don’t think anybody has ever denied the ability of Odin, but don’t count Extreme Ninja #2 out quite yet. CL: Counting, Ninjas 2 and such. Ahh so many jokes, so little time. JH: Before you kill our ratings with your poor attempts at humor let’s get back to the ring. Odin has dragged Ninja up to his feet and has now rocketed him into the ropes. Odin looks to catch Ninja on the return with a crushing Full Armed Clothesline but the quick Ninja escapes with a simplistic but effective duck under. Ninja keeps his velocity going by hitting the opposite ropes and as Odin turns around, Ninja springs up wrapping his arm around the enlarged neck of Odin. In one swift movement both men come spinning down to the mat with Odin catching the worst as his skull gets planted into the mat at the end of the Running Tornado DDT. Odin is clearly dazed from the big move but Ninja is still trying to catch his breath as well. Both men roll away from each other and have the ring sense enough to make it to their corners. Jaime Lee and Daisuke each get the tags from their respective partners to legally enter the ring. Jaime Lee rushes towards the corner as Daisuke takes his time to get in. Jaime plants her hand onto the canvas before twirling in a dizzying fashion as she tries to catch Daisuke with a Handspring Back Elbow. Daisuke though uses his ninja senses to fall back and down to a knee avoiding contact. Jaime’s lower back connects with nothing but turnbuckle. Daisuke points over towards the corner of TESA and when the ref takes a moment to look away, Mr. Blond reaches in snapping Jaime’s head down to the canvas by her hair from the outside. Daisuke snatches Jaime up and quickly flings Jaime over his head into the mat with a pinning Northern Lights Suplex taking Jaime away from the ropes and his corner. [align=center]One Two Thre…NO! Jaime Lee holds and bridges up! [/align] JH: Jesus what a counter! What agility! CM: Easy now, don’t hurt yourself. CL: I think I see Jaime in a whole new light. While still clutching the waist of Daisuke, Jaime twists around to further the exhibition her contortionism flexibility. She throws Daisuke’s arm over her neck quickly before slingshoting Daisuke down with a Snap Suplex. Jaime floats over smoothly right into a pinfall but before the JJ can even get into position Odin punches Jaime right in the back of her head. This provokes a response from La Lesbiana Fantascia as she uses the ropes to propel her body into the ring and at Odin. Her body soars over Odin until she catches his head and drives him down with an Overcastle Neckbreaker. If this chaos wasn’t enough Mr. Blond responds as well by darting into the ring and he begins biting the shoulder of LLF from behind before she can even get up. However Mr. Blond’s teeth are removed from Lesbiana’s flesh when Extreme Ninja nails Mr. Blond in the back of his skull with a Jumping Enzurigiri! Finally things simmer down to a low boil as the seas part putting the two teams on opposite sides of the ring. JJ steps in finally and orders everyone but Jaime and Daisuke out of the ring. CM: I love that JJ steps in after the two sides have already separated. JH: Next time I am sure that you will be willing to step forth and break it up. CM: Hey that isn’t what I get paid to do. That is what JJ gets a check for every week. CL: Wait! You guys told me last week that getting paid thing was just a joke. JH: Err…back to the action. Jaime takes a moment to wait for everything to cool down as her teammates go to the outside. Daisuke tags in Mr. Blond and steps to the outside next to Odin. With everything cooled down, Jaime and Mr. Blond step to the center of the ring to resume the match. Mr. Blond goes for a lock up but Jaime has other ideas as she wraps up Mr. Blond with a School Girl Roll Up! [align=center]One Two Kickout![/align] Mr. Blond rolls up to his feet and tries to rush at Jaime as she gets to her feet. She splits though the legs of Mr. Blond with a Baseball Slide Evasion before springing up to her feet. Before Mr. Blond can react or even turn around, Jaime takes Mr. Blond down in a pendulum like swing as they crash down with a Russian Side Leg Sweep. Jaime pops right up to tag her BFF LLF. Lesbiana hops right onto the top turnbuckle before she comes flowing off to crush down on Mr. Blond with a Moonsault. LLF doesn’t cover but instead locks on a painful looking Front Keylock Armbar. Mr. Blond tries to get away by wiggling and squirming towards the ropes. Somehow though the agony of the submission, Mr. Blond is able to hook his foot around the bottom rope forcing JJ to get Lesbiana to release the hold. She of course breaks the hold and gets up to her feet while Mr. Blond struggles tangled in the ropes. Finally Mr. Blond gets up and makes a bee line straight for his corner to get a tag. Lesbiana doesn’t let him get far though before she catches him across the torso with a Leg Lariat. Mr. Blond goes crashing down to the mat but gets no reprieve as LLF pulls him up positioning him towards the corner of her team mates. Grabbing hold of the back of Blond’s head, LLF places her head underneath the base of his jaw before sinking all her weight down into a Sit Down Front Jawbreaker. The cleverly planned out maneuver sends Mr. Blond flying right back into the one corner that he doesn’t wish to be located at. Ninja is on the outside with an outstretched arm form LLF. She complies bringing in Extreme Ninja #2 in legally. Ninja slingshots over the top rope and right onto the body of a disoriented Mr. Blond. Ninja plants his feet into the gut of Blond before dropping down and launching him into the air with a Monkey Flip. Blond has only one place to go as he crash lands down hard into the mat. Blond holds his spine with a look of sheer misery and makes a feeble attempt to make a tag. He is of course to far away to actually make the tag and Ninja keeps him away from the corner by yanking him back spinning him around. Ninja then drops down grapevineing the calf of Blond with a Side Leg Lock. Ninja reaches up and tags in Jaime Lee. With Blond stretched out and trapped down on the mat, Jaime Lee has an easy target to nail as she spins around before crashing into Blond with a Cartwheel Elbow Drop. JH: Mr. Blond has been isolated from his team mates. Not a bad strategy. CM: I think that it is cowardly. JH: Wait, you are calling someone a coward? CL: I am fairly sure that is what cowardly implies. The double team moves seem to be working well for TESA so Jaime holds Blond up before tagging in LLF. Jaime holds Blond by his arms as LLF climbs up to the top to continue her school of aviation. However before she can prepare for take off, Blond spins around and drives Jaime into the corner knocking LLF off the top turnbuckle to the outside. Her pretty face connects with the barricade on the outside. Inside Jaime goes to cut off Blond from making a tag but JJ forces her out of the ring giving Blond an open path to make the tag to the large Odin. LLF rolls in to the ring only long enough to make a tag to Extreme Ninja leaving us with how we started the match. Ninja doesn’t rush forward this time though and instead keeps a respective distance. Odin however wants to get physical right here and right now. He darts at Ninja but the quicker man simply bounds out of the way. The game of cat and mouse continues along with Ninja just staying out of the reach of Odin clearly trying to wear him out a bit. Finally Odin is able to grasp hold of Ninja from behind with a rear Waistlock. Ninja quickly manages to grab hold of Odin’s massive forearm before spinning around cinching on the Hammerlock. Odin doesn’t have to suffer long as he catches Ninja right in the teeth with a Back Elbow Strike forcing him to release. Odin hooks Ninja around the gut and then goes to rocket him over his head with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Mid air though Ninja shows his versatility by reversing the move into a Small Package back the other way. [align=center]One Two Thre..NO! Odin Powers out![/align] The two men get up to their feet quickly, before Ninja can recover though Odin clocks Ninja in the cheek bone with a Haymaker of a right hand. Odin drops down on top Ninja pinning him down with his weight before raining down with some viscous powerhouse blows to the face and upper chest of a prone Ninja. Down and down the shots come before JJ finally counts to five and forces Odin off. Daisuke reaches out his hand for tag but the savage Odin shakes his head as he wishes to be the man to inflict the pain to Ninja. Odin lifts Ninja off the mat and hoists him up in the air holding him suspended above the ring. Finally Odin drives Ninja down into the mat a crushing Powerslam that drives all the air out of the lungs of Ninja. Daisuke again asks for a tag but Odin says no. The two begin to argue allowing Ninja to escape and make a tag. Odin doesn’t realize a tag has been made as he drags Ninja away from the corner. Jaime catches Odin from behind planting his face into the mat with a Bulldog. Ninja rushes past Odin as he raises his head only to catch the I STEP ON YOU! As Ninja leaves the ring Jaime leaps into the air and comes crashing down with the STARDUST! [align=center]One Two Three[/align] MA: Here are you winners by pinfall, Team Extremely Sexy Awesome! Jaime seems to be very excited about the win as she hops up and down in pure joy. Ninja steps back into the ring and Jaime springs at home with a hug nearly knocking him over. Ninja uses the ropes to keep himself upright and with his other arm returns Jaime’s hug….sort of. Just when it seems that Ninja is able to stand on his feet without help, La Lesbiana leaps in as well for a group hug. Odin is being helped to the back by a stage hand as the tag team champions stare into the ring, Daisuke seems to be especially unhappy about the scene in the ring. Footage cuts in to the lobby of the University of Oregon Arena with “Earlier Today” in the bottom corner. The lobby is almost deserted except for the two people that are the focus of the shot. Those to people are none other then Xtreme Kitten and Lucy, Kitten is wearing his “Cheer Me” t-shirt and jeans while Lucy is wearing her “Lucy” tank top and jeans as well. The camera gets closer to the two. Lucy: Why are we in the lobby? XK: Because it's the where they sell the tickets. Lucy stares at Kitten. XK: Why are staring at me like I'm an idiot? This is where people get tickets. Lucy: That's your plan, buy a ticket? XK: Well yeah, it'll get you nice and close for the main event. Lucy: And you think this'll work why? XK: Because it worked when I did it last time. Kitten looks at the camera XK: Remember I was banned from the arena after attacking the guy with the camera on and a referee. Lucy turns Kitten so he is looking at her. Lucy: Just go get the ticket. Xtreme Kitten walks up to the ticket booth the happens to be close by, Lucy and the camera follow him. Kitten looks at the young woman on the other side of the glass. XK: Howdy, I need one ticket, as close to the ring as possible. Ticket Seller: Let's see. The woman types on a keyboard and looks at a screen. Ticket Seller: Can't do it. XK: What? Why not? Ticket Seller: Seems the event in sold out. Xtreme Kitten slowly turns to Lucy. XK: Lucy, I may have over looked one factor when I came up with this plan. Lucy: Just one? XK: Yes, I over looked the fact I am the main event, I should have realised tickets would have sold out ahead of time because of that. Lucy: Lucky for both of us I came up with a plan of my own, in case yours turned out to be incredibly stupid like having me hide in a cardboard box and crawl around. XK: I don't know if I should be pleased we have a back up plan or insulted that you thought you needed a back up plan. Lucy: Pleased. Kitten smiles. XK: Alright then, pleased it is, so what is this plan? Lucy looks at the camera Lucy: Not here. Footage cuts away to black. |
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| Crimson Shards | Aug 18 2007, 02:55 AM Post #8 |
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-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... MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH! Introducing first, from the grave... Phyllis! BAAAAAAATHORRRYYYYY!!! -Humanesque shadows writhe in the flames as pitiful alien noises play accross the crackling of the fire... both sound and sight on the screen slowly fading to nothingness...- After a few moments Phyllis leaps off the ropes and into the middle of the ring, twitching energetically as he waits for his opponent... The 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. MA: Making his way to the ring... he stands at five-feet, eleven inches and weighs in tonight at TWO hundred TWELVE pounds... he is your FLLYYYYYYCOOOOOORE CHAMPION! ... ... GRRRRRAAYYYYYYYYVEEERRRRRRR!!! 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've got a rocket-buster here tonight! CL: Sure, or something that sounds less homosexual. How the mighty have fallen, Tazz. JH: Well regardless, we've got a no-holds-barred match between two men who, one could argue absolutely HATE each other! CM: I could argue that you have sex with your own mother. JH: *sigh* [align=center]Dingdingdingdingding![/align] The match starts with Phyllis Bathory rushing Graver and nearly taking him off his feet. Both of Phyllis' hands wrap around Graver's throat and he attempts to tear him down from his feet. Graver responds with a headbutt to Phyllis's skull that staggers him back. Graver nails an overhead double axehandle to Phyllis's shoulder and follows up with a toe kick which Phyllis catches. JH: Great reflexes by Phyllis Bathory! Phyllis drags Graver's leg forward and CRACKS him in the forehead with a fist! JH: And what a blow! Phyllis immediately flips Graver over and WRENCHES his ankle at odd angles. The Reject of Rejects screams and growls and pounds his fists into the mat in pain before wrenching his free leg up and kicking Phyllis a few times in the side of the head. CL: That's right, climb off, Bathory. Can't stand the heat, get the fuck outta the kitchen. JH: Phyllis is an agressive competitor; the man is seriously trying to win! CM: Well who the hell wouldn't? Isn't that what the fucking match is all about? Graver gets to his feet around the same time as Phyllis.The latter charges, and Graver SNARES him in an Irish whip-- BUT NO! Phyllis reverses the whip and Graver hits the ropes. Bathory gets close to the opposite set of ropes and waits for Graver to approach, ducking under Graver's lariat and twisting his ankles with a drop toehold! Graver's neck guillotines across the middle rope and Bathory pulls up his legs into a Boston crab that STRANGLES Graver with the cable! JH: Goddammit! The first quasi-legal move of the night, and I'm surprised as hell it's not Graver! CM: Hey, it was you that said Phyllis wants this match. He thinks he was denied his true title match against Graver! JH: He was! CL: Whose asshole have you been chewing, Hitchen? Don't you pay attention to ANYTHING!? Graver tries to push up against the rope to keep himself from choking, but Phyllis moves his center of gravity and weighs his body down against Graver's. Graver flails against the ropes, but finally manages to push his neck off the rope and falls downward, knocking Phyllis off-balance. Graver slips one leg out, swivels around and NAILS a boot to the small of Phyllis's back. Phyllis stumbles forward and Graver uses those ropes to pull himself vertical. Phyllis turns, and gets a taste of Graver's fist in running, shining form! CL: FIST OF JUPITER!!! Phyllis falls backward with Graver on top of him, the Reject grabbing Phyllis by the hair and barrelling fists into his face relentlessly. He ends with a bitch-slap across the cheek before standing and stomping him in the gut. Graver walks to the ropes and undoes the pad to the turnbuckle, but just as he turns around, Phyllis BLASTS HIS SPINE INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE WITH A CROSS BODY!! JH: And Graver's trickery is his own undoing! CM: You're easily the most biased asshole I've ever met. Phyllis just CHOKED Graver on the ropes! JH: He had it coming! Phyllis drives a pair of punches into Graver's face before moving away from the turnbuckle and CHARGING back, leaping into the air! Phyllis comes down HARD--- ON THE EXPOSED CABLE AS GRAVER MOVES AWAY!!! JH: Good Jesus! CL: HA! Now THAT'S your turnabout! Graver pulls Phyllis off the turnbuckle and shoves him away from it, locking in a front chancerie and winding back to DRIVE a knuckled fist into his kidney! Phyllis flops and kicks his legs before Graver BLASTS another blow to the kidney! Graver finishes with a third, relentless punch before releasing Phyllis who again dashes forward and tries to drive both thumbs into Graver's eyes!! CM: Oh come on, now what the hell is he doing! He could kill Graver, or blind him! JH: No holds barred means all holds are legal, Chip! CL: Oh, so is that why you've applied such a death-grip cock lock on yourself? Graver slaps open-handedly and tries to find Phyllis's eyes, but Phyllis moves his head away, pressing his thumbs hard to Graver's eyelids. Mark Jackson finally gets fed up and wrenches Phyllis off Graver and begins screaming at him about his method of attack. CL: Thank fuckin' Odin. CM: ... the wrestler? CL: No, the deity you moron. Phyllis argues back with Jackson before Graver scrabbles to his feet and rushes Phyllis. Phyllis must see or hear him coming and he dodges out of the way once more, Graver colliding with the ropes and swinging overtop, tangling himself in them! His head gets caught between the top and middle rope, twisted and hanging him in a sick display! Graver's eyes are watery and red, and snot flies from his nose, spit from his mouth as he suffers in the grip of the ropes! JH: GOOD GOD!! GOOD GOD!!! CL: Still a nice guy now, Hitchen!? Phyllis laughs and presses his foot into the twisted ropes, choking Graver even harder. The Reject starts turning blue, and Mark Jackson attempts to untie Graver, finally finding success as Phyllis removes his boot from the ropes. Graver topples to the outside and the untwisting of the ropes catches Mark off-guard, sending him to the floor as well. Graver struggles on the floor, re-learning how to breathe before reaching under the ring, groping for something. JH: I can't imagine what Graver's looking for, but after being hung like that, Graver can't be happy. CL: I'm glad you've been staring at Graver's crotch, but I think he's more upset by being hanged. Graver pulls out a long pole with a strange bobbling red balloon strapped to the end, and as Phyllis peers over the edge to see what Graver's up to, the Reject SMASHES the weapon over Phyllis's head, COVERING him in blood! CL: GOOOOREEHAAAAMMMEERRRRR!!! JH: GOOD GOD!! GOOD GOD!! LOOK AT THE BLOOD!!! CM: Gyeuch. That outfit's ruined. Graver slides into the ring and BATTERS Phyllis in the head with the staff before tossing it aside, luckily just before Mark Jackson gets back to his feet. Graver tattoos a few knuckles across Phyllis's bloody face before forcing him into the ropes and kicking his legs one on each side. Phyllis struggles against Graver's wishes, but the struggling is ineffective as he's both punch-drunk and lapping absently at the blood soaking his face. JH: What is Graver doing? CL: Getting even. Thhe Reject manages to tie Phyllis's legs in the bottom rope and with a few punches to the nose does the same with his arms. Mark starts to protest until Graver maneuvers himself to lock in a brain-squeezing sleeper. CL: PH'NGLUI MGLW'NAFH CTHULHU R'LYEH WGAH'NAGL FHTAGN!!! CM: Ghesundeit. Phyllis strains against the ropes and tries to escape, but once he realizes he can't, he shouts out to Mark that he submits. Mark has the bell rung and Graver's music begins to play. MA: Here is your winner... by submission... GRRRRRAAAAYYYYYVERRRRR!!! JH: A contraversial victory for Graver. CL: Contraversial whatever. Graver won just as fair as Phyllis brought the fight. JH: Phyllis didn't try anything illegal! CL: HE TRIED TO TAKE OUT GRAVER'S EYES!!! Mark moves to untie Phyllis from the ropes, but Graver shoves him aside and growls. He turns on Phyllis and pulls something shiny and sharp from his clothes. JH: ... what's that he's got? CM: Looks like glass. CL: Hey, is that... is that the same shard of glass Onikage used to carve the X into Graver's head? JH: Couldn't be. How the hell would Graver get that? Regardless of where it came from, Graver sets to work with the shard of glass, driving it into Phyllis's forehead with all the artistry of a blind, four-year-old quadrapalegic kid with down syndrome who is also covered in bees. Graver wipes the slate of Phyllis's forehead with his palm and raises the blood to the sky in a red fist. The camera zooms in on Phyllis's forehead where a perfect imitation of Graver's own X is carved in exquisite red. JH: That is sick! Graver is sick! How many more people will the FIW allow him to carve up? Graver releases an angry roar as he clenches his fist high in the air, and we fade away from the bloody ring. |
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JH: Welcome back to Friday Night ReVolt ladies and gentlemen, that was our final commercial break of the evening so you all know what time it is… CL: If you say hammer time I swear I’ll punch you right in the face, Chip. CM: I wasn’t going to…I’m not that lame. JH: Either way, this two men have faced each two other times in the last three weeks. CL: Except those two other times there was a third wheel, and in the case of last week, several other wheels. CM: Yup, a third, a fourth, a fifth, and a sixth. JH: …Yes Chip… CL: Though, like last week, Xtreme Kitten’s belts aren’t on the line. CM: Depressingly. MA: Ladies and gentlemen this is your scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt! It has been set for one fall to a finish and has been granted a thirty minute time limit by the General Manager. Your official for this bout is senior referee, Tony Clarke! 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... CL: Fucking look at him, that’s the look of a man wanting to exercise one of his oldest demons in his FIW career tonight. CM: I thought it was the other masked freak that was the demon… JH: It’s a figure of speech Chip. 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; Maria 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 Maria pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Maria 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. Maria 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 Maria 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] Maria undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Maria hops off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. CM: Hey…that masked chick looks familiar… JH: It should! That’s bloody Lucy! CL: No, the shirt doesn’t say Lucy, it says Maria Hitchen. Besides, Lucy doesn’t wear a mask, who have you been fucking looking at for the past near year? Shockingly Mister Fighting Spirit agrees with Hitchen’s deduction, pointing it out to Tony and suggesting what should be done about it. Politely Kitten with a smug smirk explains who Maria is as Kiyoshi merely scowls at the champion and Tony looks on with a raised eyebrow. Shrugging his shoulders, Clarke allows her presence to remain much to the White Haired Warrior’s chagrin. The lights dim a bit and a spot light shines down in the center of the ring, showering Michael Anderson in light as he brings his micro phone to his lips. MA: Introducing first, he hails from Komachi City, Japan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds and stands at six feet and one inch…He is Mister Fighting Spirit…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHIIIIIIIIIIII NNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAATA~!!! A second spotlight engulfs the Judo Sensei in light as he flicks back his head, flipping his hood right off of his head. He brings a fist into the air over his head as the majority of the fans greet him with an immense cheer and ovation. During the process of bringing his fist back down to his side he pauses, holding it up for XK to clearly see he’s written “Champ” on his wrist tape. Even in the faint darkness it is clear Kitten mocks an impressed look at this display of determination to prove he deserves another chance at the belts. MA: And introducing next, he hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds and stands at six feet and three inches…He is YOUR reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…HE! IS! XXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEENNNMMMMMNNNNN~!!! A third spotlight appears just in time to see the Feline Fighter spin around in a circle with the World title in his left hand and the Global title in his right. Confidently he raises his arms over his head and let’s the belts sparkle in the light as the majority of the fans cheer and applaud him. “BEST! FIGHTER! IN! THE! WORLD!” Kitten proclaims at the top of his lungs. Nakahata holds a less than impressed or intimidated expression as XK hands the belts over to ‘Maria’ as the lights come back up. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Immediately following the bell ringing Kiyoshi races across the ring and XK barely is able to stand up straight from handing the belts over when he gets kneed in the midsection! Like a bat out of Hell, FIW’s Yeti starts pounding away at the midsection, hips and thighs of the Dual Crown Champion with a flurry of knee strikes. One after the other drives the point of his knee cap into the tender flesh of his foe, who is still trying to collect his thoughts. Maria screams words of encouragement in Spanish as the fans are going nuts, half loving this onslaught and the other jeering the White Haired Warrior. JH: And we are off to a hot start folks! CL: Going at this rate, we might not have a long match. CM: One can only hope. With each passing knee strike the Judo Sensei’s strikes increase their pace, nearly looking like he is entering some strange form of dance. Tony tries to tell the Japan native to let his opponent out of the ropes but merely is drowned out by the fans’ reaction and gives up. Finally Kitten saves his lower body by starting to cover up and block the shots and near as soon as he does Nakahata changes gears and goes right into open hand slaps. The palms whack and smack the masked features of the Feline Fighter so fast they look like blurs to the common eye. CL: At the risk of sounding like we are repeating ourselves every time these two lock up, I think this is the most aggressive I’ve ever seen Kiyoshi. CM: I love it, that freak seems to just make Kiyoshi more and more vicious with each insult he hurls at him! JH: It would seem he had a serious game plan going into this one and dare I say it, but it looks like he may just be dominating the champion in a striking battle! This time the initial shock isn’t as strong and it is after the first few flurries of open hand slaps that Xtreme Kitten manages to bring his arms up and duck his head behind them. Unfortunately for him, only one slap hits his arms afterwards because immediately following it Nakahata starts rearing back and thrusting his head forward! Head butts ran down on XK and he winces and groans, trying to wave off his foe who just keeps drilling his forehead into his masked opponent. Forehead, face, neck, arm, whatever he can get to, Kiyoshi just head butts it with a kick to the blows like a donkey’s rear legs nailing you square in the mouth. CM: He is just pummeling that freak! JH: Only worry with going a hundred and fifty percent right out the gate is, will he be able to maintain this pace or is he going to end up burning himself out? CL: It is a gamble, if he burns out before Kitten is finished he’ll be easy pickings. Seeing no way else out, XK dives out from between the top and middle ropes and drops to the ringside floor, Maria quickly to his side. He looks around with an unsettled look at the fans and starts heading towards the walk way side of the ringside area, getting a few jeers. Whether he was heading to the back to run away or just going over that way we’ll never know, because Mister Fighting Spirit sprints towards the ropes and drops down. Making his father proud more than likely, Nakahata hits a picture perfect baseball slide dropkick that connects back of the neck first, flinging Kitten towards the barricade. JH: Lord almighty! Right under the bottom rope! CL: He should just be counting his blessings that Kitten wasn’t holding onto Maria too tightly. CM: Yeah, if any thing happened to her h…Jorge and Juan would kill Kiyoshi! Maria creates some distance from the scene as Nakahata slips the rest of his body under the bottom rope and storms over to his foe. The Dual Crown Champion with ease is picked up off of the barricade and his shorter opponent drags him back to the ring, tossing him in. Noticing Kitten’s head is resting under the bottom rope and on the apron, before entering the ring the White Haired Warrior takes this chance to land a leg drop on the apron! A few front row fans cringe from the sight of the near beheading as the Judo Sensei drops back to the floor from the maneuver, quickly sliding into the ring and grabbing XK. CL: Shit man, he’s down right man handling the champion. CM: Ooo, I really liked that last one! Do it again and see if you can break his spine! JH: Chip! How can you say such a thing about another human’s well being so joyfully?! Roughly FIW’s Yeti brings the champ back up to his feet by his mask, and he is nearly standing straight when he fires off a forearm strike to the midsection! The blow is a bit shoddy but enough to stun his foe long enough to hit a stronger and second forearm strike to the midsection! Feeling the clutches of the White Haired Warrior still on his mask, Kitten delivers a third and final strike that plunges deep into the chubby gut of Nakahata. Winded, it is with relative ease that Xtreme Kitten scoops him up and spins him around before dropping him with a powerslam and collapses beside him! CM: Darn that resilient freak! JH: Resilience is a quality all true champions need and Kitten certainly is in good supply of it! CL: I’d say it is more stubbornness than resilience, personally. Gingerly the Judo Sensei rolls over to the ropes and uses them to help him lift up his aching midsection as XK pounds his fists against the mat and forces his body up. Clutching at his ribs and crouching slightly, Kiyoshi turns around just in time to get his neck grabbed by two massive arms. In one fluid motion the champion flings the two of them back in a swinging manner, nailing a neckbreaker with a thunderous thud to the mat. Both lie on their backs and stare up at the lights, trying frantically to catch their breaths and ease their agonizing bodies for just a few moments as the fans continue to cheer. JH: Kitten is trying to create a rebound attack but it’s clear that the damage has been done to his body by Kiyoshi already. CL: This guy are beating the shit out of each other, we aren’t seeing another time limit draw tonight. CM: That’s obvious to see, and hopefully the freak is crushed. Clarke checks both men and is about to start his count when the Feline Fighter starts to stir, rolling over onto his stomach and planting his hands underneath his body. Pushing his body up, XK grabs a handful of Nakahata’s white locks and pulls him up along with him for the ride. Perhaps as an act of revenge for earlier, Kitten unloads a flurry of open hand slaps onto the face of his foe and wraps it all up with the Uraken that results in a crunch. Some drops of crimson scatter across the ring post-impact as the spinning back hand fist causing Mister Fighting Spirit’s nose to burst into a fountain of blood yet again. CL: Yes! Fucking beautiful! He reopened the wound! Blooooooood! JH: Yet another thing that could play into Kiyoshi’s power to last through the fight. CM: Blargh! Stupid fancy fist work! It would appear the blow dazes the White Haired Warrior, sending him back stepping a few paces before the champ wraps his arm around his neck, pulling him back in. Hastily Xtreme Kitten throws Nakahata’s own limp arm over the back of his neck and snatches a handful of tights. With one mighty heave he lifts up the Judo Sensei, all the abuse from earlier causing him to stumble a bit while trying to maintain his holding of the heavier man. Relieving himself of having to hold all that weight, the Feline Fighter spikes his opponent right on his skull with a brainbuster and let’s out a large exhale beside him. JH: A vertical brainbuster to further add to the mounting abuse put on Kiyoshi’s body. CL: I hate to admit it, but you were right earlier Hitchen, Kitten is good at playing from behind. CM: Why Kiyoshi, why?! Just when I put stock in you again! Kipping up to his feet, XK out stretches his arms to each side of him to show how impressive he is doing right now to a mixture of cheers and jeers. Maria yells at him in Spanish and he turns around to face his fallen foe, mockingly strutting over to him with a confident swagger. Raising his leg, the champ arches it at the knee and thrusts it downward as fast and as hard as he possibly can and it hits Kiyoshi right on the back of his neck. Not satisfied yet, the masked fighter performs the Garvin Stomp several more times to the upper back and neck of FIW’s Yeti, keeping him down on the canvas. CL: He almost looks like he’s toying with him, which is pretty fucking stupid in my opinion. CM: No, because that means Nakahata might be able to come back just yet. JH: I think a little more than Kitten’s body was hurt during that first half of the match where Kiyoshi dominated him. Blow after blow rocks the frame of Mister Fighting Spirit and with each one it looks like he’s sinking deeper into a knocked out state. In an attempt to protect his one side of his neck, Nakahata rolls his head to face the other way it was and looks at his taped hand as he’s defenseless against the assault. Suddenly, some thing seems to set off a trigger in his mind, since intensity returns to his facial features and he plants his forearms against the canvas. He continues to stare down at his taped up wrist and starts to get up onto all fours, much to XK’s horror as he continues to unleash Garvin Stomps to him at a break neck pace. CM: Uh…what’s happening? JH: I don’t know…All he did was look at his taped up wrist… CL: Don’t you fuckers see?! He looked at the word “Champ” written on his wrist tape, it motivated him and gave him the drive again to keep fighting! Gradually the intensity swirls with rage and despite his body flinching and shaking with every Garvin Stomp he gets back up to his feet. Cursing rather loudly, XK goes for another forearm strike only for Nakahata to duck under it and go behind him. Responding accordingly, the Feline Fighter tries to rear back his elbow into the mush of Mister Fighting Spirit. Only Kiyoshi ducks under that too and in one graceful motion hooks his arm around Kitten’s near arm and neck and trips out his leg, hitting the STK to a tremendous cheer! JH: Space Tornado Kiyoshi! CL: Shit, I’ll hand it to the kid, he’s got balls to withstand all those stomps and get up and do that. CM: Yes! Kill ‘em! Whether it is due to ego of being the best fighter in the world or fighting spirit similar to Kiyoshi, the champion forces his body through the pain and gets back up. As soon as he can Xtreme Kitten goes for a kick but is caught in mid-swing by the large hands of the White Haired Warrior. He attempts to dragon screw his foe only for him to block it, and then tries to trip him only for him to avoid the leg sweep as well. Growing frustrated with this, Nakahata simply tosses the leg and spins the masked foe around and for his troubles gets him to flip and go for the Pelé kick! CL: Nice reversal to the reversal! CM: Awe crap. JH: This could be what he needs to turn the tide back around in his favor again! Staggering backwards from the blow, XK gets back up and sprints right at the stunned Yeti only to get a palm strike right to the chin! Now it is the Feline Fighter’s turn to stagger backwards blindly, even dropping down to one knee in utter agony as he clutches his jaw. Sadly for him, all two hundred and sixty pounds of Kiyoshi Nakahata barrels forward and scales up his knee and clobbers him upside the head with a palm strike! Both men fall to the ground in a heap, Kitten breaking the fall of his heftier opponent. CM: Shining Samurai! JH: Kiyoshi remains firmly in the driver’s seat! CL: I wouldn’t be so sure about that, both guys are down, any one can get up and take the advantage now Hitchen. Whacking her hands against the apron, Maria tries to rally on her “friend” with some touching words in Spanish. Though, it would seem to have the opposite effect than what was desired as Mister Fighting Spirit is the first of the two to start to show signs of life. Shortly there after Kitten does the same too, both men crawling to opposite sides of the ring and using the ropes to pull themselves back up. As the champ is getting back up, Maria says some thing to him that makes a solemn expression appear and he gives a small nod before turning around. JH: Wait, what did she say to him? CL: By how she’s taunting, it looks like she told him to end it. But, then again, I don’t know, I don’t speak Spanish fuckwit. CM: Mmmhmmm, she’s nearly as good to look at as Lucy, nearly. Lazily Nakahata gets back up to a full vertical base and let’s go of the ropes, turning around to find that Xtreme Kitten is running right at him at high speeds. Masterfully he leaps and delivers a picture perfect Cat Kick…except that the Judo Sensei ducks out of the way of it! To a gasp, upon his land, XK launches his body and immediately goes for another Cat Kick only for Kiyoshi to avoid it the second time too and grab a hold of his foe! Maria screams out bloody murder as the White Haired Warrior sheds several beads of swear and lifts the champion into the air and delivers the White Hole Slam! CL: Fuck yes! White Hole Slam! Fuck yeah! CM: Come on! Just float over! JH: We may see a similar case of Kiyoshi being too tired to be able to manage the float over! Indeed he is struggling, mostly because Kitten is trying to fight the float over with every ounce of remaining strength left in his body. Eventually FIW’s Yeti wins out and he floats over, locking the FIW Dual Crown Champion in the Dojime Sleeper right in the center of the ring! The fans are in frenzy, their chants being mixed together in attempts of crying out “Tap” and “Please don’t tap” all at once. Tony Clarke is circling around the two, even he is feeling the tension as XK screams out in agony and pain, shaking his hand. Yet again Maria screams out at him in Spanish and he screams back a reply in Spanish that lead right into an ear drum shattering yell as he gives in finally…he taps out! Much to the delight of the face painted man that is wearing a crimson trench coat in the front row that applauds the defeat. CM: Did he?! Am I dreaming, did he?! Did he really just tap out?! JH: He did! He submitted! CL: Only two words come to mind…HOLY SHIT! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: After over a year the demon has been exercised, Kiyoshi Nakahata has defeated Xtreme Kitten! He is justified! CL: This means he’s in line for a FIW Dual Crown title shot too! CM: Wait…didn’t that hobo beat Kitten last week too? Does that mean HE is in line for a shot too? I hope not… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission…KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHIIIIIIII NNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAATA~!!! Daisuke Tanaka’s vocals erupt from the sound system with “Rusty Nail” at the same time the fans’ cheers from the fans go off. Mister Fighting Spirit releases the hold immediately with a look of actual shock on his features as Clarke raises his hand in victory. A tint of happiness starts to spread into that and he gets up to his knees, pumping his fist that features “Champ” on it to the music. Maria reaches in and pulls the carcass of the Feline Fighter out of the ring, handing him his belts as he looks over his shoulder to back in the ring with a snarl. CL: Damn straight Graver is in line for a shot too! CM: Not before Kiyoshi! Kiyoshi did all the hard last week AND this week! He deserves it first! JH: You both bring up interesting points but for once, bloody hell will you two shut it and let the moment speak for itself! Abruptly the music is cut when flames explode onto the ReVolt stage, making it look yet again like a scene of Hell on Earth. The lights dim into a dark red, shining down on the ring and the walk way solely as another explosion erupts, but not from the stage. Kitten and Maria along with every one else looks around and spots the flames coming from all four turnbuckles in the ring. Kiyoshi frowning and looking quite troubled by this as that familiar graphic appears on the ReVolTron… [align=center] [/align]Eerily the feed is cut abrupt yet again, leaving us in static until a black screen appears.
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