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| Crimson Shards | Sep 1 2007, 01:38 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 | Sep 1 2007, 01:53 AM Post #2 |
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Phyllis: Welcome... Gentle Fellows... *The camera pans back to reveal an opulent locker-room that is somehow familiar... Unforetunately it is still recognisable as a locker room, Most of the walls have been draped and part of the floor has a carpet rolled out on it, none the less the floor and window let us know we haven't been transported outside the FIW backstage area, however it IS classy, the Mahogeny book case behind is studded with antique books, and the chair currently seating Phyllis is... is... Gunnar Lleland's Smoking Chair? Definitely! The classy furniture is recognisable because we HAVE seen it before, it belongs to that friendly sit-down interviewer as does, now that the camera has panned out to reveal Phyllis, the smoking Jacket that he currently wears... Now Lleland might conceivably let someone borrow his room, but not his clothes, so what is up?* Phyllis: Phyllis Bathory, that's Fy-less not Filis by the Way, Here to open you to new experiences with- *A Title in classy text plasters itself accross the screen as Phyllis says it alloud;* Phyllis: Widening Horizons... *The camera cuts to a brief zooming shot after the title, as though we were on a talk show, or had just come back from an ad* Phyllis: I was just brushing up on the material by the other competitors this week. Emo-rific, Lesbiana? *slaps his knee* Classic! *The camera angle switches again, and PHyllis turns to face the new camera... this IS being done like a talk show... but there's only Phyllis* Phyllis: Emo-rific by the way, is a concatenation of 'Emo' and 'Terrific'... 'Emo' of course being a subculture where the word is derived from the genre of music that inspired it, in this case 'emotional rock' *Phyllis smiles slightly... maybe he means it to be reassuring but Phyllis has the knack of making it just come accross as vaguely disconcerting* Phyllis: In a literal sense this would mean that it conforms to the 'Emo' sub-culture and is infact quite likeable, taking qualities from both words concatenated. However when said with a tone of scorn as you may have witnessed, the Sarcasm is evident and it becomes obvious that the opposite is true, and that it is infact not likeable, but easily dislikeable *The camera cuts again, only this time to a close up from the same angle* Phyllis: Infact, we can also consider it not only an attack on the situation, but by reversing our poisition, see that it is infact also a subtle slight on the 'Emo' sub-culture. The Net Result? Pure Wit. *The camera cuts back to a more neutral zoom* Phyllis: But as much as i can, and would enjoy talking about Wit all this evening, that is infact not my purpose... *Phyllis stands up and begins to walk off the side, the camera panning to follow him* Phyllis: No, my purpose this evening is to celebrate the Flycore Champion, Colbert Tottington, and the Culture that created him *By this point Phyllis'goal has become clear, he has walked over to quite an expensive looking antique stand with a Globe of the World picked out in various different stones... He rotates it to a spot, points and says;* Phyllis: Welcome to Britain. That is to say not that we have been spontaneously teleported there, but that where i indicate here on the map, is where the British Isles are in relation to the rest of the world *Phyllis begins to slowly walk back, the camera panning again as he approaches the seat* Phyllis: England is commanly thought of as the sire of the English language, now the most populous language on the globe, but alas, this is a misconception *The camera cuts slightly zoomed in* Phyllis: You see, the English never created the English language, with all it's intricacies and inconsistancies, although some would argue they adapted enough to utalise it... You see, the English language is Not a native tongue, most of the original language of the English has been wiped out of Parlance. *The camera cuts to a side view of the chair and Phyllis turns to face it* Phyllis: How is that so you ask? You see, the 'English' language, belong not so much to the english as it is a hodge-podge, indeed a random collection of odds and ends from the various languages imposed upon the peoples of the Isle under the rulership of the many and varied peoples that at some point or other 'conquered' the Isle, and imposed their language on the inhabitents. German is a popular constituent, has a similar structure and many words of the English language have German roots. Phyllis: So the English language, the global 'lingua franca', if you will is not a master piece of English creation and wit as they may have you believe, and the peoples who would come to- *There are loud thumps from behind the camera... Really loud, not 'Hello, is there anyone in there?' so much as 'This is a Battering Ram! Come out with your Hands Up!' style of loud thumps* Phyllis: *sigh* I'll get it... Jorge: No! Phyllis, that is Security! Gunnar: Break down the Door! Someone is holding my stuff for ransom! Phyllis: Just a Minute! You sure Jorge? Jorge: I do not think Mr Lleland is coming arround for a cup of Tea, Mr. Bathory Phyllis: You sure? because he's got a really nice selection of- Jorge: -We need to get out of here!... I knew those extra camera angles would take too much time.. Phyllis: *sigh* Fine... I'm pretty sure there's a vent out of here, Herman marked ALL the vents when he lent me a copy of his maps *One of the thumps becomes the sound of Wood splintering* Jorge: RUN! The PA system fires into life with “Waste A Moment” by Fightstar as Jay Bain bursts out from behind the curtain into the Qwest Center to relative silence. Jay glances around the arena and throws his arms up, motioning for some noise from the fans. As several members of the audience courteously cheer, Jay makes his way down the ramp for the ring, slapping hands with the few interested fans in attendance. Upon reaching ringside, Jay peals off his grey t-shirt and throws it into the crowd, then jumps up onto the apron, before swinging around and ducking between the top and middle ropes. MA: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing two-hundred and thirty-two pounds, and hailing from Hull, in Yorkshire, England. This is ‘One-hundred Percent’ JAY BAIN!!” Jay throws his arms upon hearing his name, then stretches against the ropes as Richard Kelly checks him over for concealed objects. As the music fades out, a few fans begin yelling insults, only for Jay to roll his shoulders and ignore them. CM: “Did you see what this kid’s t-shirt said? If he doesn’t kick out at two, we have to check for a pulse. I don’t know about you two, but I’m certainly not going to give anyone the kiss of life if they pass out..” JH: “I believe all the referees are trained in first aid, so you’re quite safe..” CL: “That’s good news then, Chip. You won’t have to out yourself on national television. Though the folks on the internet aren’t so convinced by your macho exterior..” CM: “Stop talking about things like that! We have a match to focus on, featuring someone who has a really, really bad ring name. Seriously, how do we know that he is one-hundred percent, pure Jay Bain? There could be some other chemicals and additives in there..” JH: “Then it would be misleading information..” Suddenly, the arena lights dim and red strobes begin flashing around the Qwest Center as the PA kicks back into life with Trapt’s “Headstrong”. As gold sparks fall from the top of the sound stage, Dragon emerges from behind the curtain and heads straight down the ramp toward the ringside area, before heading up the steps and onto the apron. Dragon glances around at the fans, then ducks through the ropes and heads across the ring, veering left and mounting the middle turnbuckle pad. MA: “And his opponent, weighing two-hundred and fifty pounds, and hailing from Houston, Texas. This is DRAGON!!” Upon hearing his name, Dragon raises his arms and flexes his muscles, drawing a few appreciative cheers from the female fans, before jumping down to the canvas. Dragon tries to pace the ring, only for Richard Kelly to back him into the corner and check Dragon for any hidden objects. With both men clean, Richard signals for the bell to officially start the match. [align=center]===[/align] CM: “So, are we going to get this thing going or what? I’m pretty sure we’ve got some important matches to get tonight and this definitely isn’t one of them..” JH: “I think you need to be a little more patient, Chip..” CM: “Personally, I think you need to shut up.” Amongst the Omaha fans a man in face paint and wearing a crimson trench coat wheels a cloaked figure in a wheel chair into the front row. With the Omaha crowd relatively silent, Jay and Dragon begin to circle around the ring and motion to one another, attempting to arrange a meeting in the centre. The two men slowly edge towards the centre, then look to engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, only for Jay to duck down and go behind to a reverse waistlock on his opponent. Dragon quickly reaches back and nails Jay with an elbow from the left side to break the hold, then spins around and goes behind Jay, hooking him in a reverse waistlock of his own. Not allowing Jay an opportunity to reverse the hold, Dragon releases the waistlock and switches to a full nelson, then hoists Jay into the air and looks to slam him down, only for Jay to counter with an awkward arm drag, sending Dragon rolling across the canvas. As Dragon scrambles back to his feet, Jay jumps up and connects with a calf kick to the face, sending Dragon sprawling back to the canvas. JH: “Talk about a good start! Jay Bain starting this match at a quick pace and taking Dragon off his feet with a nice leg lariat!” CL: “With a name like one-hundred percent, something tells me I’m going to like this Bain guy about as much as I like Dragon. And that’s not a whole lot..” CM: “For once, I think I have to agree with you, Constance. I can’t see this kid going very far, not unless you measure the distance from here to the bus station..” Jay quickly scrambles up from the canvas and pulls Dragon back to his feet, then catches him with a jab to the mid-section, forcing Dragon to double up. Before Dragon can react, Jay rocks him with a European uppercut to the jaw, then grabs Dragon’s left wrist and sends him across the ring with an Irish whip. On the rebound, Jay ducks forward for a back body drop, only for Dragon to telegraph the move and kick Jay in the chest, sending him staggering backward. As Jay gets his bearings, Dragon rushes forward for a big clothesline, only for Jay to duck under the shot and go behind his opponent. Dragon turns around to find Jay, walking straight into a front waistlock, before getting thrown overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex. CM: “Big belly-to-belly throw. Almost enough for me to think that this kid actually has talent. If Jay manages to win, Hitchen, I’ll make you buy a hat and eat it.” JH: “I.. what?” CL: “Sounds like a done deal to me. You’re a brave man, Hitchen.” Rather than get back to his feet, Dragon rolls across the canvas and under the bottom rope, before dropping to the ringside mats for safety. As Dragon stumbles around ringside, clutching at his lower back, Jay steps out onto the ring apron and motions for some support from the fans. CL: “Looks like Jay Bain is getting ready to dive here. Not overly adventurous, diving from the apron. He needs to go higher to get mine and the fans’ interest..” CM: “A dive is a dive. Coming from a little higher just means a bigger splat when he misses. And he will..” As Dragon turns back to face the ring, Jay dives forward from the ring apron and looks to connect with a double axe handle, only for Dragon to avoid the shot and counter by going behind, hooking Jay in a reverse waistlock. Before Jay can react, Dragon lunges backward and throws his opponent for a German suplex, causing Jay to collide hard with the ringside mats. JH: “Big German suplex! I guess Dragon isn’t here as part of the welcoming committee; he wants Jay to know his place in FIW.” CL: “I wish Dragon knew his place. Out on the streets..” CM: “What, with you and Hitchen? He’d never survive. It’s a wonder you two do..” Dragon gets to his feet and glances around at the fans in the Qwest Center as he adjusts his trunks, then pulls Jay to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope into the ring. As Richard Kelly looks to start a count against him, Dragon pulls himself onto the ring apron, then begins to scale the turnbuckles toward the top. Once on the top turnbuckle pad, Dragon perches himself as he watches his prone opponent, then rolls forward and crashes down with a somersault leg drop across Jay’s throat, before floating over to a lateral press for the pin attempt. [align=center]ONE[/align] JH: “Jesus! What a leg drop!” [align=center]TWO THR- KICK OUT!![/align] As the fans applaud the move, Dragon quickly climbs into a mount position and nails Jay with a series of right hands, prompting Richard to initiate a five-count. Reluctantly, Dragon breaks at the count of four and gets to his feet, only to stomp on Jay’s chest. CL: “Now this, this is a different side to Dragon. Not saying I like it, but at least it’s a little more entertaining. Maybe he’s finally getting it..” CM: “I doubt it..” JH: “I don’t think Dragon can believe that Jay Bain actually managed to kick out after that incredible rolling leg drop from the top rope. Dragon is showing some diversity tonight..” CM: “And after taking a move like that, I think Jay Bain may be down to about ninety-five percent. If he reaches zero, does he automatically lose?” JH: “Maybe. I guess there’s only one way to find out..” Dragon pulls Jay up from the canvas and rocks him with a right haymaker to the jaw, then grabs his left wrist and whips Jay across the ring to the far corner, sending him crashing into the turnbuckles. As Jay stumbles out of the corner, Dragon boots him in the mid-section and forces his opponent into a standing headscissor, then gutwrenches Jay up onto his shoulders, before driving him into the turnbuckles with a powerbomb. With Jay dazed in the corner, Dragon rushes forward and levels him with an avalanching clothesline, then uses his arm to hook Jay in a front chancery, before leading him to the centre of the ring. In complete control of his opponent, Dragon hoists him into the air, before dropping backward to the canvas for a vertical suplex and floating over to a cover, hooking the near leg in the process. [align=center]ONE TWO THR- KICK OUT!![/align] CM: “Maybe you’re right, Constance. Dragon is really showing a different side here, what with that devastating combo. The powerbomb and then the suplex..” CL: “He just needs to keep the pressure on. Jay Bain doesn’t seem to be as easy as he looks, even with those eyebrows. Then again, he is in FIW and no-one here is easy..” CM: “Not what I hear. According to sources, Hitchen is out giving it away for free most nights..” JH: “That’s not true.” CM: “Oh, so you do actually charge then?”[/i] With a hint of frustration on his face, Dragon gets to his feet and pulls Jay up from the canvas, then lifts him across his shoulders for a standing fireman’s carry. Dragon moves to the centre of the ring and hoists Jay from his shoulders, looking to swing him around for the Dragon Death Drop, only for Jay to seamlessly land on his feet, before stepping up onto Dragon’s left leg and nailing him with an enzuiguri. JH: “Enzuiguri out of nowhere!” As Dragon drops to one knee in a daze, Jay hooks him in a front chancery and throws his legs up in the air, before falling backward and spiking Dragon head-first into the canvas with a DDT. Jay quickly kips back up to his feet and begins pacing the ring, whilst motioning for support from the crowd. As a few fans begin to cheer, Jay pulls Dragon up from the canvas, then rocks him with a European uppercut to the jaw. With Dragon dazed on his feet, Jay ducks down and hooks his left leg, then hoists his opponent into the air and drops backward, planting Dragon into the canvas with a single-leg flapjack. CL: “Jay Bain looking to build some momentum here, first with the enzuiguri and DDT, and now a flapjack. I can’t imagine that Dragon was expecting this sort of offence..” CM: “I wasn’t either. Looking at him, I’d put Bain in there with other cruiserweights. But he is British and we all know they’re backwards..” JH: “You’re aware that I’m British, right?” CM: “Are you? I would never have guessed, considering you’re not wearing your bowler hat or drinking tea. Limey moron..”[/i] In a bit to gain more support, Jay begins jumping on the spot, stomping both of his feet down on the canvas as Dragon slowly begins to push himself up. As Dragon makes it to his knees, Jay runs into the ropes behind his opponent, then rebounds and lunges forward, nailing Dragon with a spear to the lower back, causing him sprawl awkwardly onto Jay before rolling to the canvas. Jay clutches at the back of his head from the collision, then crawls on top of Dragon for a cover, placing his forearm across Dragon’s nose for extra leverage. [align=center]ONE TWO TH- NO!![/align] JH: “That shows grit and determination. Dragon’s spine just got bent the wrong way thanks to that incredible spear from Jay to the lower back. And it wasn’t all that nice for Jay either..” CL: “Yeah; didn’t look as though he was expecting Dragon to fall backward on top of him there. Oh well, live and learn I suppose..” As Richard raises two fingers, Jay gets to his feet and pulls Dragon up from the canvas, then rocks him with a European uppercut, before grabbing his left wrist and looking to whip his opponent, only for Dragon to counter and send Jay running into the ropes. On the rebound, Dragon scoops Jay off the canvas for a body slam, only for his back to give out, allowing Jay to easily escape the manoeuvre and land safely on his feet. Jay quickly spins Dragon around, then wrenches his left arm around and ducks into Dragon’s armpit, hooking his left leg in the process. Before Dragon can react, Jay lifts him off the canvas and swings around slightly, before falling sideways and dumping Dragon on the back of his head, drawing a pained noise from the fans. CL: “Good God! What the Hell was that!?” JH: “If the notes are right, that was the All or Nothing. And as far as I’m concerned, that’s all for Dragon..” Jay looks to make a cover on his opponent, but stops as Richard Kelly checks on Dragon, then takes a step back and initiates a count against him. [align=center]- ONE -[/align] JH: “It appears that referee Richard Kelly has started a count against Dragon. If he reaches ten, then it’s going to be a knock-out victory for Jay Bain..” CM: “What a way to debut; knock out someone as credible as Dragon. He might as well just go elbow drop a bag of popcorn. Might be more entertaining too..” JH: “I don’t see how..” [align=center]- TWO -[/align] Reluctantly, Jay keeps his distance as per the orders of Richard and chooses to lean against the ropes to catch his breath. Jay glances around the Qwest Center at the crowd and throws his right arm up, receiving a small chorus of cheers from the appreciative fans. [align=center]- THREE -[/align] JH: “We’re at a count of three now..” CL: “Tonight’s show is brought to you by the number three and the letters F, I and W. Tune in later, when the number may just have grown to ten..” JH: “Don’t you start as well. One sarcastic smart-arse is bad enough..”[/i] [align=center]- FOUR -[/align] With Dragon still prone in the middle of the ring, Jay edges toward his downed opponent, only for Richard to order him back. Having little else to do, Jay begins stretching against the ropes as Richard again checks on Dragon. [align=center]- FIVE -[/align] CM: “Half-way to a technical knock-out. Now, I’ve seen some boring matches in my time, but this tops the rest. Dragon barely landed on his head and yet, somehow, he’s out cold..” CL: “Maybe he took a dive?” CM: “Why would he do that? I can’t imagine anyone would actually put money on him winning a match. His success has been fluky at best..” [align=center]- SIX -[/align] JH: “I think that’s a little unfair. Despite his size, Dragon has been considered the underdog in many of his matches. In the one match where he has the experience advantage, he takes a nasty landing and everyone gets on his case..” CL: “Not everyone; just Chip I’d say.” As Dragon slowly begins to move on the canvas, clutching at the back of his head with his right hand, Jay steps away from the ropes and carefully eyes his opponent. [align=center]- SEVEN -[/align] JH: “Finally looks as though Dragon is moving. I must admit that I’m confused as to why Richard isn’t letting Jay make the cover; if he feels that Dragon is unable to continue, he should just call an end to the match..” CM: “Rather than waste our time with this silly count you mean?” JH: “Pretty much, yeah..” [align=center]- EIGHT -[/align] Still clutching at his head, Dragon slowly rolls over onto his stomach and tries to plant his knees into the canvas for leverage, only for his legs to slip out from under him, leaving him face-down in the middle of the ring. CL: “For a second, I thought Dragon might actually show some balls and get to his feet..” [align=center]- NINE -[/align] CM: “No chance..” Again, Dragon tries to plant his knees in the canvas, then sets his hands down and attempts to push himself up, only for his body to give way, causing Dragon to crumple back to the mat. As Jay adjusts his trunks and pads, Dragon clutches at his head with both hands and takes a deep breath as he looks to try one more time. [align=center]- TEN -[/align] Having reached the count of ten, Richard signals for the bell and calls the decision to Michael Anderson. MA: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by knockout; JAY BAIN!!” Richard raises Jay’s hand in victory as the PA hits with “Waste a Moment”, drawing a few cheers from the fans. However, the attention quickly turns to the stage as Shaun Wilson and Zesboca Devani appear from behind the curtain, applauding the efforts of the man in the ring. CM: “Business, gentlemen, may just have picked up..” JH: “I’m not so sure about that. The Best Kept Secret are making their way to the ring for some reason; perhaps wishing to celebrate Jay’s victory. Can’t really say I like where this is going..” Quickly reaching the ringside area, Zesboca and Shaun both slide under the bottom rope into the ring as the PA falls silent, leaving just the jeers of the fans ringing around the Qwest Center. Whilst Richard helps Dragon out of the ring, Shaun and Zesboca stand staring across the ring at Jay as the tension begins to build between the three of them. Shaun carefully edges forward and extends his hand toward Jay, looking for a handshake, drawing more jeers from the crowd. CL: “You may just be right, John. Looks as though these two may be willing to let Jay Bain in on the Best Kept Secret..” CM: “Don’t do it! Don’t let the new kid join..” JH: “I actually agree with you, Chip, but for different reasons..” Jay stares at Shaun’s out-stretched hand, then glances around at the Omaha fans, before shaking his head in response. Shaun extends his hand even further, hoping to change Jay’s mind, only for Jay to shake his head and cross his arms in front of his chest. JH: “That’s the best decision Jay Bain could make. He knows all about these two and he doesn’t want to get tangled up with them..” Looking dejected, Shaun shrugs and wanders off as Zesboca steps up, offering her hand to Jay in a similar offer. As Jay admires the woman in front of him, Shaun ducks down behind Jay and lifts him onto his shoulders for a standing electric chair, before reaching up and hooking his head. With Jay trapped, Shaun sits down and drives the back of Jay’s head into the canvas with a vicious KTFO. CL: “Knocked the Fuck Out!!” JH: “Good grief, that was uncalled for! Shaun Wilson just buried Jay Bain’s head in the canvas!” CM: “Serves him right for being disrespectful. He should’ve taken the offer; it was a good one, whatever it was. I think Wilson made an impression right there..” JH: “I think that was way more than an impression. That could be a long-term injury literally minutes after winning his first match in the promotion..” With Jay prone on the canvas, Zesboca begins stomping on his chest, whilst Shaun sits and watches. As Zesboca kneels down and slaps Jay across the face, the PA fires up with “Saviour” by Skillet, prompting a series of cheer from the crowd. After a few seconds, Priest emerges on the stage with a steel chair in hand and rushes down the ramp toward the ring. JH: “It’s Priest! He’s out here to save Jay Bain!” CM: “But is it because he respects Jay or sees it as an opportunity to convert him?” Quickly realising the situation, Zesboca and Shaun scramble across the ring as Priest slides under the bottom rope. As the duo run around opposite sides of the ring, Priest begins yelling at them both, then throws his chair, narrowly missing Shaun. With Priest pacing back and forth along the canvas, Zesboca and Shaun slowly head up the ramp toward the backstage area, pointing and cursing at the men in the ring. As Shaun and Zesboca stand in front of the curtain, Priest turns and helps Jay to his feet, then points up the ramp at the duo, drawing a chorus of cheers from the crowd. CL: “Something tells me this isn’t finished..” JH: “Not by a long shot, I imagine. I can’t imagine that this new pairing of Zesboca Devani and Shaun Wilson are going to let Priest ruin their night. Though, I don’t think this is the last time we’ll be seeing Jay Bain tonight..” CM: “He’s not stupid enough to get involved in their title match later tonight, surely? Bain’s been here all of five minutes; if he wants to start costing people matches, he needs to look around at the no-name stars that are like him..” CL: “Not only that, but Priest has a match later. That big six-way. Surely he has to concern himself now, knowing that those two will be looking for revenge..” JH: “I don’t think anything like that crossed Priest’s mind at the time. Personally, I think he saw someone in trouble and did the right thing..” As Priest raises Jay’s arm, Zesboca and Shaun continue shouting and pointing at the ring. And then, the scene fades. |
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| Crimson Shards | Sep 1 2007, 01:58 AM Post #3 |
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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~!” MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a six way match. First, from Detroit, Michigan, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…EXTREMEEEEEEE NINJAAAAAA!!! [align=center] Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table And if I miss, I never miss, cuz I’m able I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus But I'll never bless the rest, so never cease I'll do a motherfucker with this restin' piece Cause' what they saw they never seen or even heard of And if they live, it's just another body murdered.... .....another body murdered.... I'm makin' deals for deals that make a kill And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G' But if they think I'm blasted then they gone I'm takin' off they're head with a motherfuckin' chrome I gotta pay the play the pay ta' get crooked And I ain't 'BOO' til' I dump another fool I see the fool runnin' and runnin' but where they goin' ? Had to witness my murder now they knowin' What they blast so blast so at the pad I'll have the thing fixed...My life was goin' in a flash.... If I went to say that'd be my ass Searching for these fools while stepping cross the squares Cause they can't hide and hide and that's real And what you just witnessed with your eyes got ta' kill.... .....another body murdered..... Bang your head to this.... Turn me up! Another body murdered! [/align] Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Respect the Ninja!” and “Now 100% Smarty Free!”, and “Fear the Shining Stomp!” and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie to get ready for the match ahead. CL: Why do so many people find it necessary to run the lyrics over that big screen behind them? JH: You’d rather have Ninja show the lyrics with his signs? CL: Not exactly. He’d be worn out before— CM: *singing* I’ll have my thing fixed…hun hun…my life— CL: There is no extent to the amount that I hate you right now. 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: His opponents, first, hailing from Reading, England, weighing in at two hundred and sixty three pounds…ASH KOOOOOOOPAAAAAAAAA! 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. CL: Get Mario or Luigi or whoever out here! JH: Yes, because we never tire of that joke. That’s about as clever as the way they ended those levels. CL: Yea, I never understood that, why were their mushrooms in those castles? I mean, if they stood right behind the bad guy wouldn’t he be noticed? And I think by like the third time Mario would be so pissed he’d fry that motherfucker with a fireball or something. CM: I never got that far. The thunderous growl of a motorcylce engine almost deafens the opening to the entirely-instrumental "Oden's Ride Over Nordland" by Bathory. The music stirs as the lights turn a deep blue, Odin riding onstage on his custom motorcycle Sleipnir. He raises a fist as the engine idles, steadies himself, and GUNS the bike, ramping the stairs and landing with a squeak of tires. MA: Making his way to the ring, from Citadel of Asgard Fallls, Wyoming... standing six feet, eight inches and weighing in at THREE hundred TWELVE pounds... OOOOOOOOOOODIIIIIIIIIINNNN!!! Odin rides his bike once around the ring as Skuld subtly makes her way down to ringside with Odin's wolves, Geri and Freki, on long chain leashes. She stands in Odin's corner as he finishes his ride, chaining the wolves to the ring post and giving Odin a kiss on the cheek for luck as he pops the kickstand and kills the engine on Sleipnir. Odin steps between the ropes, ready to do battle. CM: And here we go again, Odin the oh so awesome rock god out to make his presence felt. JH: Are you being sarcastic, dude? CM: I don’t even know anymore. CL: That’s our advertising plug for the week. Hope you enjoyed it! 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: Next, from County Wicklow, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds…PRIEEEEEEEEEST! 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. CM: I like his entrance because halfway through it tells us who he is. JH: Yea, that’s kind of Andersons’ job. CL: Oh ho, ho, that Anderson. [align=center]The driving guitar riffs of Mick Jagger's "God Gave Me Everything I Want" hit the arena, and golden spotlights start to whizz around the audience and across the ringside area. The crowd pop as the lights on the stage start to pulse with white and gold, and a shillouette of a man appears in the entrance way. As Mick Jagger shouts "God Gave Me Everything I Want" for the first time, the shillouette is hit by a spotlight, and steps forward, throwing the hood of his sweatshirt backward, and tilting his head back and his arms out to the sides in his trademark pose, Hutch basks in the crowd's reaction. MA: Next, from Newcastle, England, he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds…HUUUUUUUTCH!!! He points to a few Hutch signs in the audience, cupping his eyes so he can see further into the back. He finds one he likes, and points at it, before moving down the ramp. He pauses his walk to strut like his idol, Ric Flair, [/align] JH: Hey wait! As Hutch does the strut, hey that rhymes…kinda, Drake comes from behind charging pushing all his force and momentum onto Hutch’s shoulder forcing him hard against the guard rail. From such unknown force, Hutch falls to the ground limp as Drake spends a few moments looking down at him. No smile or anything, not even concern as he looks away during his approach down the ring. JH: What was that all about? CL: You don’t listen much do you. JH: Well then why don’t you explain why he just did that? CL: Gladly, you see… Drake slides into the ring skipping any and all formalities as he heads towards Priest knocking him down with a sudden punch. The Truth isn’t even able to send out his start pigeon as the timekeeper instantly rings the bell. Odin and Ninja square off as Drake continues to lace a few stomps down hard on Priest who lays on the mat waiting for a chance to get back up to his feet. Ash, meanwhile, stands there looking outside to where EMT’s are checking on Hutch. With no one to fight, Ash looks between the two squabbles and decides which to join in on. He eventually chooses to enter the fray between Drake and Priest shoving the balder man away. Drake, not one to just be “shoved away” paces back towards Ash ready to exact some form of revenge or something. Meanwhile, on Planet Namek (Damn you Oni for giving me usage of so many DBZ references)…meaning the other side of the ring, Ninja ducks a sudden YAKUZA KICK! YARGH! IT’S CAPITAL SO IT’S BIG! It is much to the surprise of the man in face paint that is sitting in the front row area. Anyway, he ducks it right and then counters with a sudden snapmare bringing the big man down on his ass. Odin is ready to get up, but a sudden hard elbow PIERCES DOWN INTO HIS SHOULDER bringing him back down. The Truth goes in to investigate as Ninja takes advantage of that. Without wasting any hesitation, Ninja rips in Truth’s pocket and pulls out a scarf of varying colors that wraps it around Odin’s neck. The Truth looks and finds that most of the scarf is still in his pocket but is more concerned with the portion wrapped slightly around Odin’s neck. CM: It’s the magical scarf! JH: Yea, Goku never did that to Krillin. CL: What? JH: Nothing, continue on with your explanation. CL: Right…right! So anyway, Drake’s mom was being fucked in the ass which… Eventually, the bigger man rips through the scarf sending Ninja flying hard on his back as The Truth kneels down and openly weeps over the rip in his scarf. This whole scene is interrupted by Ash who comes tumbling in following some kind of suplex. Drake is about to step in, but decides not to for whatever reason as he turns and continues working on the rising Priest who manages to get a few kicks in of his own forcing Love back a few feet. Just enough for Ash to come in suddenly with an atomic drop which Drake suffers…OLD SCHOOL! Drake steps forward a little and right into a spinning heel kick. It’s a move that clearly knocks him down. Odin, now up to his feet, turns and catches the flying Ninja during a cross body attempt and seems almost ready to flip him over with a powerslam or something of the sort but instead drops to the side when he notices Drake rising to his feet. With Drakes’ back turned to the bigger man, he looks like easy prey for Odin’s Ragnarök! That’s exactly what he sets up for as Drake, caught completely off guard, doesn’t mount much of a defence. When he gets him up though, Ninja seems to come out of nowhere…’cause he’s a ninja, nowhere is everywhere to him…and knocks himself plus the other two completely out of the ring following a HEAVY DUTY cross body. All three land on the outside as Ash catches Priest off guard with a sudden Ash Bomber which he quickly follows up with a pin. Seeing it, The Truth reaches deep into his jacket and pulls out…SUPER MAGIC COUNTING MONKEY! He’s magic because he is, that’s the only explanation I’m giving, he’s super because he’s awesome, and he’s counting…no, literally, he’s counting. [align=center]One! Two! Three!!! [/align] “Start me up” does just that as Ash rises to his feet ready to have his hand held when he notices the monkey…for the first time. A moment of awkwardness is quickly replaced by the remembrance of his victory as Ash PUSHES BOTH ARMS INTO THE AIR LETTING OUT A WILD ROAR OF WINNING! On the outside, Drake doesn’t seem as happy for the sudden interruption caused by Ninja, even though it saved him, as he battles the Extreme Two on the outside with a flurry of lefts. Odin intervenes attacking Drake from behind as the three continue their battle to the top and backstage. CL: …pancake bunny. And that’s why Drake was so pissed. Now, who’s ready for this—er… JH: It’s over already? CM: Hey, where’d that monkey go? *The scene opens outdoors to a night time sky, a camera runs allong, checking drains of all things* Jorge: Phyllis? Phyllis! *There is a strangled cough from one of the Drains, Jorge runs towards it clutching the Camera* Jorge: Phyllis, is that you? Phyllis: whhuuuugh... What was up with that Pipe? What was it used for, Natural Gas or something? Jorge: I wouldn't say 'Natural' so much as... 'Organic'... Phyllis: Can't say i get you, old chap... I've still got time before my Match? Jorge: Uhm... If you hurry.... But you might want a Brief Shower... Phyllis: Why is that? |
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CM: Here it comes. Our Main Event. JH: You mean our third match. CM: It should be the Main Event. CL: You saying you’d rather see Colbert in this match than Kiyoshi possibly beating XK for the title? CM: Well…I mean…go fuck yourself. CL: No thanks. Got your mom for that. CM: So you’ve just admitted you shag 65 year old ladies? CL: All I can say is…grannies love golden showers. MA: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a falls count anywhere match for the Flycore Championship. First to come to the ring, the challenger. -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... CM: This guy’s a freak. CL: So’s your mom. A dirty freak. CM: Stop saying that! -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... MA: Making his way to the ring, from “The Grave”, weight 180lbs….PHYLLIS BATHORY! -the screen bursts into flames- Phyllis tears off the Caple-like overcoat and snarls at the crowd... -Humanesque shadows writhe in the flames as pitiful alien noises play accross the crackling of the fire... both sound and sight on the screen slowly fading to nothingness...- After a few moments Phyllis leaps off the ropes and into the middle of the ring, twitching energetically as he waits for his opponent... JH: This should be interesting. He’s learning new moves everyday, and even if he doesn’t have an amazing wrestling repertoire, he’s in a match where he doesn’t need to have one. CM: Still doesn’t mean he won’t get his ass kicked. The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy. [align=center]Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of five people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal...for some random reason... Just then, from behind the curtain walks out the Lord of Cambridgeshire himself, Sir Colbert Tottington, followed by his companion Lord General Mortimer Igneous. Colbert is wearing his wrestling gear, while the Lord General is wearing an his beefeater outfit, carrying Colbert‘s belt. They both grin, as the crowd boo the two "Brits".Colbert and the Lord General are not paying attention, and instead they start to make there way down the ramp. [align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire Fire[/align] MA: And the opponent, accompanied by Lord General Mortimer Igneous, from "Cambridge, England", weighing 240lbs, the Flycore Champion MAJ TAHA....sorry I mean SIR COLBERT TOTTINGTON! Colbert seems rather annoyed by the unconvincing introduction. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the Lord General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Colbert gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just purely ignored by Sir Colbert, enjoying the imaginary cheers that he hears in his mind. Eventually the Lord General comes over and gets down on one knee, then holding his two hands out. Colbert uses this as a sort of step, placing his foot in the General's hands and stepping down onto the canvas once more. General Mortimer gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Fuzz walks over to Colbert and begins to talk to him. Meanwhile the General walks past Phyllis Bathory and quickly has an idea. He suddenly hits Phyllis over the head with the title, knocking him straight to the floor. The crowd boo loudly. JH: What the hell was that?! CM: Just a taster of what’s to come. Speaking of taster, that reminds me. JH: What’s that you’ve got. CM: It’s a necklace of onions to wear to protect me from Phyllis. The General gave it to me. CL: Shouldn’t that be garlic? CM: See, I thought that, but the General assured me it was onions. I mean onions can make you cry, what can garlic do? Fuzz turns around to see Phyllis laid out on the floor. He turns back at Colbert who just shrugs. He then seems to get an idea, and gives Fuzz what looks like a reassuring nod. He walks over Phyllis, and picks him up. He then walks over and places him in the corner. Phyllis, not knowing where he is, leans against the turnbuckle with his arms up against the ropes. Colbert then walks back to his corner, nodding at Fuzz to indicate that the match should be started. Fuzz sighs, knowing he can’t do anything, and gets the bell rung. [align=center]DING DING DING[/align] JH: This is shameful. CM: That's Colbert being nice. Phyllis was simply looking a bit tired so he's helped him up. Phyllis leans against the corner, still apparantly in a daze, while Colbert stands in the opposite corner. Mockingly, knowing he has time on his hands, Colbert starts to do stretches. He places his right hand on his hip, and then leans to the side with his left hand reaching over his head. He then does this the opposite way around. The crowd boo again, as Fuzz looks on mildly annoyed. Colbert then lifts up one leg and holds it behind his back, followed by the other. CL: Jesus this is the most boring start to a match I've ever seen. CM: You know as well as I do that if he doesn't stretch his quads, he'll pay for it later. Colbert then does a little mad run on the spot, for about 3 seconds. He then stops for a moment and grins, before breaking into a run heading straight towards Phyllis. Bathory looks up and sees Tottington charging straight towards him. Just as Colbert's about to get at Phyllis, Bathory suddenly hits the floor and rolls under the bottom rope. Colbert hits the turnbuckle, and collapses backwards into a backward roll on the floor. He rolls onto his knees and looks around dazed. He spots Phyllis who's on the outside, watching Colbert and panting. Colbert frowns and gets up. Goes towards the ropes where Phyllis is. Phyllis quickly starts running. Colbert climbs to the outside and then begins to run too. Colbert is now chasing Phyllis around the ring. Fuzz watches on in dispare as Phyllis keeps a safe distance from Tottington. Colbert is visibly quite annoyed with this cat and mouse game. CM: This is ridiculous! Why is Phyllis challenging for this title if he won't even fight for it. JH: You never know, could all be part of his plan. CL: Even I doubt that. And I'd believe anything to piss off Chip. The General gets annoyed by this, partially because Colbert isn't fighting, and partially because the woman in the front row he was planning to hit on is too occupied by cheering for Phyllis. For this reason, as Bathory comes towards him, a stray foot sticks out, causing Phyllis to come tumbling down in front of him. Oooh the woman the General likes is booing now. Colbert slows down, grin reappearing as he comes to Phyllis. JH: That fucking General getting involved again. CM: You know you love it. CL: I just love hearing Hitchen get angry. CM: Someone got themself a fetish. Colbert gets to Phyllis, giving the General a quick knowing grin before beginning to stomp on the stirring body of Phyllis. After a few stomps to make sure Phyllis is controlled, he goes down and grabs his head. He begins to punch Phyllis, while Bathory is still getting up. When Phyllis is to his feet, he's thrown into ring. Colbert follows him in. Phyllis leans uses the ropes to get himself up as Colbert straightens himself out and looks towards Bathory. As Phyllis turns around, Colbert locks up with him. CM: And now we'll get some real wrestling. CL: So much for fucking Flycore... JH: I don't think Colbert himself is so much of a skilled "wrestler". He's never done amateur wrestling that I'm aware of... Colbert suddenly swings around gets behind Phyllis, and lifts him. He then slams him front first onto the mat. Colbert then swings around and gets Phyllis onto a front facelock on the mat. Fuzz, gets in there to check on Phyllis, but seems a bit cautious, obviously not very experienced in the most technical side of wrestling refereeing. The crowd boo this, because of their hatred for Colbert and the fact they want to see some Flycore action. Apparantly even Colbert gets bored with this, since after the facelock's been on for thirty seconds, he uses his free arm to start hitting the bottom of Phyllis' neck with elbow shots. He then begins to get up, still with Phyllis in the facelock. But as both men get on their feet, Phyllis starts to punch Colbert in the stomache. Repeated shots cause Colbert to let go. Phyllis goes back a bit, but goes onto one knee, obviously still a bit giddy. As he gets back up, he looks up, straight into a dropkick from Colbert. He goes sprawling into the corner. Colbert quickly runs, and monkey flips Phyllis straight out of the corner, onto his back. Only one man applauds this feat, the man in face paint wearing a crimson trench coat in the front row seating. Colbert gets himself back up and walks over to Phyllis. Grabbing him, he once again brings Phyllis to his feet. CM: Now this is more like it. Finally he’s got that pest still. I mean seriously, what kind of vampire is 180lbs? JH: One day he’s going to make you regret that. CM: You sound like you’re in a Bruce Willis film. CL: And you look like you’re from Top Gun. CM: A big strong airforce man? CL: ‘Nuff said. CM: Huh? Meanwhile, Colbert’s just bringing down Phyllis once more with a sharp Dangerous DDT. As he gets back up, he looks over to the General. He nods, and the General nods back. Lord General Mortimer then looks under the ring, and suddenly begins to pull out a table. Not just any table though, this one has bits going out either side of it, making it a cross. JH: Is that…a cross table? CM: Probably stole it from Priest. CL: Could you have made a more obvious joke? CM: Umm...Why did Hitchen cross the road? To get to the gay club. CL: ...touché. The General slides the cross into the ring. Colbert bends over and picks up the cross, placing it on his shoulder. Meanwhile in the centre of the ring, Phyllis is struggling to get up. He manages to get to his wobbly feet, just for Colbert to run at Phyllis and hitting in with the front of the cross straight in the face. Phyllis falls to the floor with a big thud, as Colbert struggles to keep control of the cross. He places it against the ropes and turns around to see Phyllis on the floor holding his face. Blood starts to seep through his fingers, bringing another smile to Colbert’s face. The crowd starts to boo, as the General claps. JH: He’s made Phyllis bleed! CM: Serves him right, he wanted to get involved with the Flycore division. Colbert goes over and gets his cross table once again. This time though, he sets it up, getting out both of the legs and putting it up. Once it’s ready, he moves back over to Phyllis, who is still holding his face on the floor. He grabs the back of Phyllis’ head and lifts him up. He drags him towards the table and lays him on it, punching him a few times to keep him down. He then begins to make his way over to the turnbuckle. He climbs up to the top, as the crowd boo. He turns around, facing Phyllis and grins. He then suddenly stands up and leaps, beginning to spin. CM: BOMBAY NIGHTS! JH: You mean Chocks Away? CL: Umm, I think you’re both wrong. Look. Constance is correct, as what he is pointing out is that Phyllis has rolled off the table. Colbert’s back drills through the table, meeting with nothing but wood and then mat. The camera’s flash as he has his crash landing, while Phyllis rolls away. The General looks on in horror. Both men stay down while Fuzz heads over to Colbert to check he’s alright. He then goes over and checks on Phyllis. CM: Why doesn’t he start the count then?! I bet Colbert could get up before Phyllis! JH: Suppose in this kind of match, with the title on the line, Fuzz judged it would be better without a double knock out. Both men still lay flat on their back, until eventually Phyllis starts to stir first, much to the delight of the crowd. He rolls over onto his front and gets on all four knees. Meanwhile Colbert also shows signs of life, as he sits up holding his head, grimacing in pain. Phyllis looks around confused, still bleeding, and grabs the bottom rope beside him. Colbert finally shakes the daze off him and sees Phyllis. He suddenly shows anger on his face, and begins to get up. Phyllis uses the ropes to slowly get to his feet. Colbert finally gets to a vertical base. Phyllis turns around and looks to Colbert. Colbert, angry, walks over to Phyllis. He suddenly attempts to punch Phyllis, but Bathory ducks under and goes behind Colbert. Tottington turns around in shock to get a thumb to the eyes. He turns around holding his eye in pain, which allows Phyllis to suddenly roll Colbert up into a school boy. [align=center]1...[/align] JH: He’s going to do it again! CM: He can’t steal another match! [align=center]2...[/align] CL: He’s going to! [align=center]3!!! NO!!!!![/align] It’s broken just before the 3 count by Lord General Mortimer! He stomps on it, causing Phyllis to break it. Fuzz calls it was only a 2 count. Phyllis gets up and looks straight and the General. The Lord General suddenly starts to back away, as the angered vampire starts to head towards him. The General reaches into his pockets, and pulls out some slices of onions, throwing them at Phyllis…to no effect. JH: Told you it was supposed to be garlic. CM: Someone help him! He reaches in again and pulls out a bottle of water. On the front of it is the Sikh symbol. He looks at it for a moment and shrugs, unscrewing the lid and shaking it over Phyllis. All it does is wash some of the blood of his face. CL: Sikh holy water…not quite the same. CM: Why would he have Sikh holy water? JH: Oh yes, I wonder…[/sarcasm] The General has now been backed into a corner. Phyllis looks like he’s about to something dreadful and possibly illegal to the General, when Colbert from behind gets him in a Cobra Clutch. He then suddenly goes down into a backbreaker onto Phyllis. The General grins, as he walks over and Colbert gets up. The two then begin to stomp Phyllis as the crowd boo very loud. Colbert grabs Phyllis and once again lifts him up, and puts him into full nelson. The General begins to punch Phyllis in the sternum. He then takes a step back and gives him a very hard kick in the groin. Phyllis tries to collapse but Colbert holds him up. The General moves out of the way, allowing Colbert to do a Foward Russian Leg Sweep. JH: This is disgraceful! Colbert and the General are taking advantage of the fact they can’t be disqualified. CM: It’s what’s needed. They need everyone else to know not to mess. CL: They’re not a street gang, they’re a couple of posh English twats that shove faggots in their mouths. The General says something to Colbert, and points to Phyllis. Colbert grins and gets Phyllis up. He places Bathory’s head in a headlock, then lifts him high and starts running. JH: CHOCKS AWAY! CM: Yeah I was going to say that…not Lotus… Colbert slams Phyllis head down on the mat with a Running Brainbuster. He then rolls over Phyllis for the pin. [align=center]1...[/align] CM: This is it. JH: A shallow victory. [align=center]2...[/align] CL: I could never win with a match like this. I can only take comfort in the fact that I’ll always have Chip’s mom to piss on. CM: SHUT THE FUCK UP! [align=center]3!!![/align] [align=center]DING DING DING[/align] MA: Here is you winner by pinfall, and still Flycore Champion....SIR COLBERT TOTTINGTON! Colbert gets up as the General runs out of the ring. Colbert grins as “Spitfire” by Prodigy plays, and raises his hands in celebration. The General gets the Flycore championship and gets back in the ring. Fuzz looks over Phyllis Bathory, who lies in his own blood once more. Fuzz signals to the back to get some people out. The General hands Colbert the belt, who holds it in both hands and raises it above his head. The General grins along with Colbert as the crowd’s boos get louder. Referees and EMTs come from the back and start running towards the ring, two carrying a stretcher. JH: I hope Colbert is pleased with himself. He could’ve put Phyllis’ career in danger. CL: Looks like there was some serious damage done. CM: Colbert did warn Phyllis that he was nothing but a mere distraction, and Phyllis learnt the hard way what happens when you make too big a distraction. The EMTs and referees surround Phyllis while Colbert and the General continue to celebrate. Colbert finally turns around to see the commotion happening in the centre of the ring. He walks over to the General and takes some things off him. He then walks towards Phyllis. The EMTs and referee move out of the way, but warn him not to do anything. He grins, and bends over looking down at Phyllis who’s on the stretcher now. Colbert then places a wooden cross and a stake on the chest of Phyllis. He then stands up straight, and walks out of the ring grinning, followed by the General. The two make their way to the back. JH: This was disgraceful. Colbert proved nothing other than he’s reckless and disregards all other’s lives. CM: It proved once and for all that Colbert is stuck in matches that are too easy for him. CL: I don’t know. If we stick him in the tag team division with his General, he might get a bit out of his depth. The referee’s and EMTs carefully take Phyllis out of the ring and carry him towards the back. JH: Let’s just hope he’s alright and can return as soon as possible. CM: Maybe miss a week or two…hopefully. |
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| Crimson Shards | Sep 1 2007, 02:19 AM Post #5 |
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MA: The Following Four-way Contest is Scheduled for One Fall, to a Thirty Minute Time Limit, and is for the Full Intensity Wrestling Fighting Spirit Championship!!! [align=center]CALL ME THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE CALL ME THE AMERICAN DREAM CALL ME YOUR SOUL CORRUPTED CALL ME ANYTHING YOU NEED![/align] The lights cut out immediately after Rob Zombie begins screaming the lyrics of "The Great American Nightmare", causing the crowd in attendance to cheer as loud as they possibly can which pretty much deafens anyone within a 5 mile radius. Dark purple strobes and searchlights begin to assault the entire arena now, as the fans' eager attention turns to the stage, which has been pretty much engulfed in purple smoke. After a few moments which seem like forever to the rabid fans in the audience, the smoke disperses just enough to allow the fans to focus on the hulking form of Nightmare standing tall and defiant in the entryway, the blazing strobes giving the Prince of Pain a very ghoulish look. After a moment his head raises, surveying the crowd with intensity and pride in his eyes. MA: On his way to the ring at this time, he hails from Portland, Oregon, weighing 275 pounds and representing the RRRRRREVOLUTIONNN, HE IS FIW'S PRINCE OF PAIN, THIS! IS! NIGHTMARE!!!!! [align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE? YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH![/align] They linger for a few moments, enjoying the smoke, until Nightmare starts toward the ring, the crowd banging on the rails to the beat of the heavy-metal music. Nightmare tags hands with his fans until he reaches the ring, then he enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, flexing for the crowd as flashbulbs pop photographs all over him, until he gets off the buckle, going to the other corner and jumping up so he can raise the Revolution 'R' handsign to the crowd, slamming it against his heart, then he goes to one more corner and raises the double devil horns, soaking in the adulation of the crowd before stepping off the buckle, taking off his coat and dumping it to the outside, testing the ropes as he gets ready to go. 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. [align=center]You Run Your Mouth, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Play Crazy, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Too Hyphy, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Act A Fool, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Wanna Shoot, Imma Kick Yo' Ass Think You Cute, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Got Drink, Then Poor Me A Glass I Get Drunk, And Imma Kick Some Ass[/align] As "Kick Yo' Ass" pounds through the arena speakers and red stage lights pulsing to the music, Grant Rice bursts onto the stage, hand in the air proudly presenting the Revolution's hand sign to a roar from the crowd as they jump to their feet on sight of the Kansas City native. He lowers his arm as he quickly pops his neck on his way down the aisle. He reaches the ring, hoping onto the apron before entering between the ropes. Once in the ring, Grant heads to the corner where he hops up once again proudly displaying The Revolution hand sign with one hand as he points to the logo on his jersey with the other, flashbulbs washing over him. He quickly slides his jersey off and chucks it into the crowd, watching the females in the crowd fight over it before hoping down, ready to go. The house lights dim and slowly a set of frosted glass doors are lowered over the wrestlers entrance as a tuxedo clad man makes his way onto the concrete stage with microphone in hand. Suddenly bright white lights kick up behind the doors only to reveal the man on the stage further. He pulls the microphone to his lips as Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva begins to play over the PA system. The man begins to speak over the opening lyrics of the song. Man: “Ladies and gentlemen please…Would you bring your attention to me?” As the crowd fixes their attention on the man a silhouette appears in the light and the man continues to speak over the lyrics of the song. Man: “For a feast for your eyes to see. An explosion of catastrophe.” At the base of the stairs leading to the isle to the ring, a massive white explosion bursts out startling the crowd. The man again continues to speak over the song as he moves in putting a hand on the door handle covering the entrance. Man: “Like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door. Your jaws will be on the floor. After this you’ll be begging for more.” The man then pulls both doors open and the lights behind the glass dim down as two large spot lights focus in on the entrance and he quickly exits the stage as Ethan Adams clad in his entrance robe is revealed. The superstar steps out onto the concrete stage holding his arms out to his side as the song kicks in. [align=center] Welcome to the show Please come inside Ladies and gentlemen[/align] Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring. [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it? Boom Let me hear it Ladies and gentlemen[/align] As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes. MA: “Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!” [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it?[/align] Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting Mike Anderson, to enter the ring and make the introductions… MA: Ladies and Gent- [align=center]Ba-Ding!!![/align] CM: Those low down cheating swine! They had the match changed, and now they’re starting it early so that their opponents are completely wrong footed! CL & JH: Uh… CM: Because obviously these two clowns would never ever take an illegal advantage by doubling up on their opponents, now would they? The match starts early, following a swift attack from the Revolution, sending each of their unaffiliated opponents flying with quick signature attacks: UZI for Ethan Adams, Nightmare-Line/Second Bullet/Western/Burning/Koji Lariat for Mortell. Both of the [former] Champions are sent back into their respective corners with alacrity. Luckily for the Revolution, those corners are opposite each other, so that Adams and Mortell can be whipped to the other side, into matching big boots from Revo. CM: Where’s the condemnation, Bitchen? Where is the Outrage?!?!? JH: Erm, I don’t know how to break this to you Chip, but they are going to keep this as a four-way match… As the man says, a smirking Nightmare holds his hands up and motions Grantland to come at him. Grantland, smirking equally wide by this time as the two walk around each other, chopping each other on the chest every so often. Like everything else in life, it doesn’t last. Liam Mortell watches on, rubbing his injured shoulder [which has been hit at least once in this early going,] while the current FSC takes both of the former Tag Champions out with a John Woo style Dropkick. CL: Very nice, shades of SUWA with that massive dropkick. CM: From the Sewer? That’s not very nice… Someone’s not a Toryumon fan, it seems; although it also seems that no part of the Revolution have been endeared to the company after that one. They roll to the outside to regroup, but if they want to talk strategy, they’re out of luck: CM: Twisty Flippy Thing!!! JH: It’s called a Tornillo, Chip. The Revolution is temporarily crushed by the 20th FSC, at least, Grant Rice is. Nightmare used the twist of Adams’ Tornillo to throw him onto his regular partner. Every man for himself and all that. It only delays the inevitable: rolling his injured shoulder, Liam decides to add his own dive to the chaos, although leading with his preferred side’s arm. Specifically, the elbow. JH: And this one is called an ‘Elbow Suicida’ say it with me now, Soo-i-See-da Welcome to Lucha Libre Terminology 101 where you, constant reader, can join with Jon Hitchen and Chip Martin in expanding your minds to the ways of Mexican Wrestling and names of moves. Not that wild flailing punches in the middle of ringside brawls are really worth naming. Did I mention the brawl that the match had descended into? Chaos. Man punching his fellow man; who in turn gets his revenge by bouncing the original man’s head off a ring post, or draping him throat first over a guard rail. We end up with Adams clutching his throat, Rice checking his forehead for a cut and thus Nightmare squaring off against Liam Mortell so that he can drop him on the now uncovered concrete floor now that we’ve arrived at the End of Days! [align=center]One! Two!! Kick Out at Two and a Half!!![/align] For those wondering, Nightmare did have to throw Mortell into the ring before covering, since this is still a standard one-fall four-way, not Falls Count Anywhere. Nightmare, slightly annoyed by the kick out stands up and drops an immediate elbow to the abdomen. With Liam doubled up on the floor, Night gutwrenches him up, and almost over when the Champion reappears: JH: Good Sweet Christ! Spring- CM: Hang on, I got it… Uh, El Springboardo Dropkicko? CL: Soon Chip, you’ll be making cool enough slurs to hang out with me. CM: Really? CL: No, Get Bent. Moving swiftly on, Grant Rice is back in the ring, ready to mop up after El Springboardo Dropkicko, by Calling 911! The call gets through, but the emergency services aren’t quite ready to arrive just yet as Liam Mortell belts him with a running flying Gamengiri! The moves sends Rice down, Adams on top and Mortell covering them both [align=center]One! Two!! Nightmare Makes a Speary Save!!![/align] JH: NIGHTMARE SAVES US FROM MULTIPLE CHAMPIONS!!! CL: Thank Galactus, the Great Devourer. Who would have been the champion there, anyway? CM: ++OutOfCheeseError++ It’s all academic now, Grant Rice hangs on to Liam Mortell’s right arm for dear life, wriggling around into the Fujiwara Armbar. This is not good for Mortell at all, but he hangs tough, and goes for the ropes. Nightmare looks on, in two minds about the save. It’s soon made for him; Ethan Adams gets him into a Schoolboy!!! [align=center]One! Adams Gives Up and Goes For The Ego Stroke!![/align] The face painted man in the front row smirks at this and whispers some thing underneath the cloak his comrade is wearing beside him. Nightmare struggles and squirms and hopes to hold for his partner’s seated reverse jujigatame to finally obliterate Mortell’s shoulder, dragging the arm out of its socket, but it’s not over just yet… JH: Sweet Zombie Jesus!!! How The Heck did Escape That?!?!? Liam Mortell has Johnny Saint’ed himself out of an impossible predicament, and is trying to lock on an Arm Triangle Choke! CL: Good luck doing that with one arm… CM: -=Redo From Start: =- Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen to Friday Night Re- JH: Wake up, Hex; we’re half way through the show, the Fighting Spirit Championship is going to be settled; if Grant Rice can attack Mortell’s weak arm, he could still win this… CL: But he’s going to have to do all that before Ronnie Mac’s old pal Grimace punches out… [align=center]DINGDINGDING!!![/align] JH: And now, as the dust clears… MA: Here is your winner… And STILL Fighting Spirit Champion… EEEEEETHHHHAAAAAAAAN AAAAADAAAAAAAMSSSS!!!! Bellowing as his tuxedoed friend returns onstage to belt out his theme, Ethan Adams stands still as the referee places the belt around his waist. Liam gives up on the whole standing thing and just dejectedly flops to the floor, as Grant glares down at him, trying to get his breath back, before eventually checking on his partner. JH: Well, he’s given his best, and on another day, he might have taken it himself. CL: Well yeah, he’s shown the definition of Fighting Spirit, and if Grim- JH: Don’t say that; Nightmare spent a long time in an excruciating hold, and did well to last that long. Janine Morrigan walks the backstage area throwing and catching a can several times with an evil grin on her face. Janine: Heh heh heh, gonna nail him hard this time. Because this time, the can's full. Janine continues down the hall with her evil intentions in mind when she spots a woman coming towards her. Shawni: You there, tell me where I'll find Roxie. Janine stops. She doesn't know why, she just stops. Janine: What? Shawni closes her eyes for an instant as she takes a deep breath. Shawni: Look, I know you must not be very bright and all, but I figured that it was an easy question. Maybe if I ask it slower. WHERE. IS. ROX-- Janine: I know what you said. I just didn't-- Shawni doesn't interrupt, her phone causes Janine to stop suddenly. Shawni then begins talking on her phone for a little while not giving any prior notice for this action to Janine. Finally, after a few giggles, Shawni hangs up her cell. When she looks back at Janine, she loses her smile. Shawni: Well? Where is she? Janine: What? She-- Shawni: Oh! Is that mine? Without giving Janine time to clarify, Shawni reaches down and grabs the can from her grasp. Janine nearly struggles to get it back, but it's of no use as Shawni quickly opens it and takes a long drink nearly emptying the can. Finished, Shawni lets out a refreshing sigh. Shawni: That really hit the spot. Hm, guess you're of use after all. Oh well, do tell Roxie to come talk to me. Ta, darling! And with that, Shawni turns still holding onto the can as Janine stands there ready to explode. Instead, she just turns and starts walking down the hall. Eventually she runs into Roxie. Literally. Roxie starts to pick herself up as Janine stands there. Janine: You Roxie? Roxie dusts herself off before looking up towards Janine. Roxie: Yea. Janine: Some bitch is looking for you. Roxie stands up and straightens her shirt before looking back at Janine. Roxie: Does this "bitch" have a name? Janine quickly folds her arms over her bust and looks away wanting to get out of this conversation as quickly as possible. Janine: Psh, I don't know. Roxie lowers her eyelids for a brief moment. Just long enough for her question. Roxie: *sigh* Did you want to kill her? Now Roxie's is saying something that interests Janine as she turns and looks back at her, still not too pleased. Janine: With a deeper passion than that movie. Roxie closes her eyes and shakes her head. Roxie: Oh my god. Okay, well, she went that way right? Roxie points forward down the hall. Janine nods a little as Roxie rolls her eyes. Turning around, Roxie starts mumbling to herself as she starts up walking. Janine is about to say something but the need to end the conversation is too much as she just turns around displeased. That's when she spots him. Crackerjack walks towards her and passes by patting her on the head a couple of times. Janine grumbles from under his hand as he continues to walk by only to view Stan smiling at her idiotically. Janine flips him the finger and storms off down the hall very, very displeased. |
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| Crimson Shards | Sep 1 2007, 03:08 AM Post #6 |
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MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with the FIW WOOOORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP on the line! Your referee for this match is Michaela Menendez! [align=center]La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right! La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right! The lights dim throughout the arena as Kanye repeats the lines accapella. He receives a mixed reaction throughout the arena as Shaun's music blasts. Shaun slowly steps out the curtains and stops right above the stairs. I Had A Dream I Can Buy My Way To Heaven, When I Woke I Spent That On A Necklace. I Told God I'll Be Back In A Second, Man It's So Hard Not To Act Reckless! Shaun stares cockily at the crowd into the arena. He crosses both of his arms as white pyro rains down from the Revoltrons behind him. Once the pyro stops raining Shaun slowly takes off his hood and smirks as he jogs down the stairs. He nods his head to the song as he walks slowly down the aisleway. Clips of Shaun in action plays on the ReVoltrons. I Feel The Pressure, Under More Scrutiny And What I Do? Act More Stupidly! Shaun nears the ring and takes off his hoodie and slings it into the nearby audience. Shaun continues to lip synch the words as he takes a couple of steps and hops up on the ring apron. Shaun turns and raises both arms in the air leaning on the top ropes. After taunting the crowd more he walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. So If The Devil Wear Prada, Adam & Eve Wears Nada I'm In Between, But Way More Fresher. With Way Less Effort, Cuz When You Try Hard.......That's When You Die Hard! Your Homies Looking Like Why God, When They Reminisce Over You My God! The beat breaks down as the woman continues her chant as Shaun is perched above the top rope. He taps his chest and raises his arms still talking trash to him. Shaun finally climbs down and adjusts his wrestling gear. Excuse Iz You Saying Something? Un Uh You Can't Tell Me Nothing! (Ha Ha) You Can't Tell Me Nothing! La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right! La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right! Shaun bounces around the ring and gets ready for his opponents. [/align] [align=center]The soft beats of "Do You Call My Name" by Ra hits the speakers letting the soft flow of pure egyptian music. The lights go out while the entrance and stage flash a yellowish gold while smoke flows out from the back. The music picks up as Zesboca Devani comes from the back wearing a white tank top with fitting black leather pants. A goldish scarve is folded in two and hangs off of her left shoulder and tieing near her right hip. Zesboca runs her hands down her body almost going back to her old ways of entering the ring. She looks up not really looking at the crowd but just looking out she smirks. "Kill Me With The Beat.." The music picks up giving us more a rockish egyptian tune while Zesboca grabs the edge of her near her hip and pulls it up. She throws it up over her head only to let it float back down over her body. She grabs the edge one last time kissing it softly while pushing it back behind her. Finally she makes her way to the ring but she seems determind and not full of games like before. MA: Entering the ring now! hailing from Cairo, Egypt and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds! she is the EEEGGGYYYPPPTTTIIIAAANNN VVVIIIXXEENNNEEEHHH!!! ZZZZZEEESSSBBBOOOCCCAAAAHHH DDDEEEVVVANNNIIHHHHH!!!! Zesboca takes the steps to get inside of the ring taking her time while getting her mind in the mood set that it should be. Walking across the apron she looks out to the fans but not targeting anyone in particular since they don't matter to her anymore. Reaching the next turnbuckle she grabs it to use it to jump over the top rope into the ring. She takes one last look around the ring to know where things are in case she is in need of them.[/align] MA: In the ring at this time are the challengers, the team of Zesboca Devani and Shaun “The Dynamo” Wilson, THE BEEEEST KEEEEPT SEEEECRET!! JH: Many critics believe that The Best Kept Secret earned this shot by lasting to a 15 minute draw with The Revolution, though it immediately went to their head of course.. CM: The champs are about to enter and then this classic match can start! The silence reigns now as the crowd buzzes for a moment before starting to boo, and Zessy and Shaun are confused as they have done nothing yet to piss the fans off, they’re soon hit from behind though by stereo forearms to the back of the head by the Tanaka Zaibatsu who have sneaked in through the crowd! The bell rings as the ref takes the Tag Team Titles and sets them on the outside, the Zaibatsu continuing to brawl as Zessy has taken over on Daisuke, Blond trading shots with Shaun Wilson. Wilson eventually gets the upper hand on Blond, punching him until Blond’s staggered on the ropes. Shaun charges to clothesline him over the top but Blond pulls the top rope down, crashing Shaun onto the floor, Blond follows him to send him HARD into the rails as Daisuke is trying to whip Zessy across the ring, Zessy hits the ropes, comes back and SNAPS off a headscissors, spinning the Tag Team Champion into the mat! She follows up with a standing moonsault and applies a cover afterward.. [align=center]1.. 2.. QUICK kickout by Daisuke![/align] CM: He’s quick! Quick like a fox! Dai rolls away out of the kickout and cracks off a STIFF snap kick to the sternum area when Zessy’s up to a knee, following it up with a roundhouse kick to the same area, dropping her back down onto her back. Mr. Blond and Shaun have finally made it to their corners as Daisuke picks up Zess and takes her to the corner, smashing her facefirst into Blondie’s boot, Blond gets tagged in and wastes no time breaking the rules by raking Zesboca’s eyes across the top rope Arn Anderson style! Blond comes back over to Zessy and drills her with a Knuckle Arrow, picking her up and grabbing her in a hammerlock, wrenching HARD on her arm, but Zessy grabs around his head with the other arm and lifts herself into the air almost until she’s doing a headstand, she pushes more and flips over so that she’s behind Blond and dropkicks him facefirst into the turnbuckle, Zess lifts Blond up and puts him on the top turnbuckle, then jumps up and pulls him back down in a backcracker, tree of woe style! JH: MY goodness! Devastating move from Zesboca! CL: You aren’t shitting, Hitchen. As Blond suffers the aftereffects of the tree of woe backcracker, Shaun Wilson sees an opportunity to eliminate the other problem for the Best Kept Secret, Shaun judges the distance that Daisuke Tanaka is at and then springboards up, flying from corner to corner to DROPKICK DAISUKE OFF THE APRON! The crowd, although they hate this superstar so very much have to cheer that athletic effort, but it quickly turns into boos as Shaun flips the bird to the crowd, before getting blindsided by Mr. Blond and a quiffed up headbutt which staggers the Dynamo. Blond shoves him into the corner and decks him with a Knuckle Arrow as Zesboca comes swooping in and kicks out his leg so that Blondie’s down to one knee, Zessy sets him out in the middle of the ring that way and then Shaun picks her up, Zessy’s feet outstretched as Shaun launches her like a lawn dart into a VICIOUS assisted dropkick to Blond’s chest! CM: WOW! That’ll stop your heart, as black as Blond’s is! CL: The Best Kept Secret are really turning it up here, I must say they’re impressing me again! They’d better not let it get to their head though! As the ref was checking on Daisuke for a moment, Shaun makes the ‘slap’ sound with his hands like he made a tag with Zesboca, Zessy quickly heads for the outside and Shaun covers, hooking the leg as Michaela gets right in position for the count.. [align=center]1.. 2.. Shaun is pulled out by Daisuke![/align] CL: Shit is going down, I repeat, shit is going down! JH: I could not have said it any better, this tag team championship match between two very talented although very hated teams is breaking down! Daisuke starts trading forearms with Shaun on the outside before Zessy comes over to help, she gets Daisuke’s attention by blasting him with a forearm but he whips her toward the rail, the Egyptian Goddess however shows her amazing agility by balancing up on the rail and then flipping back for a moonsault before Daisuke can react! Inside the ring though, Shaun’s getting up on the top rope, looking for another high risk move, Blond moves out of the way which makes Shaun corkscrew cross body the mat, Blond sees Zesboca getting up on the ropes for the Zessy Kick and seeing that Michaela’s occupied with trying to get Daisuke back up on the apron, Blond clinches his throat and then SPRAYS HIS BLOND MIST INTO ZESBOCA’S EYES! CM: HAHAHA! YES! JH: THAT NO GOOD ROTTEN SON OF A FLYING GRANDMOTHER’S--—kzzz-t-- Zesboca topples to the floor as Shaun is staggering to his feet, Michaela trying to check on her and also trying to get Daisuke off of her as Daisuke is stomping away, meanwhile Blond connects with an eye rake across the ropes on Shaun, before whipping him into the ropes, ducking under an attempted roundhouse kick and kicking Shaun straight in the balls to a CHORUS of boos! Daisuke is still not giving Zesboca any quarter as ordered, him being the legal man and all, even breaking the count halfway through to continue his assault before Zesboca counters a whip into the apron and sends Daisuke into it back first! Zessy jumps up onto the apron, waiting for Daisuke to turn around before running and launching into a hurricanrana that takes them both into the railing, Zessy suffering the brunt of it by hitting the hard concrete that’s hardly padded! Shaun’s stunned now and Daisuke is trying his best to get back to the ring, getting up into the ring and making a big show of trying to tell the ref to get Zesboca back on the apron, which allows Blond to fish into his tights, grab a pair of brass knuckles and smack Shaun in the back of the head with them! Blond quickly disposes of them and makes the ‘slap sound’ like he made a tag out! CL: They didn’t need that! It’s academic now…Damn, and here I thought there’d actually be a competitive fucking match out of these two teams. Shaun staggers for a moment, his eyes glazed over, before he falls right into a prawn hold by Daisuke! [align=center]1.. 2.. 3! *DING DING*[/align] JH: Those Zaibatsu assholes have stolen another one! They don’t even DESERVE the fucking titles! MA: Your winners and STILL the FIW World Tag Team Champions, The TANAKAHHHH ZAIBATSUUUUUHHHH! Curtly the face painted man nods his head in approval of the victory the Tanaka Zaibatsu holds. As ‘X’ starts to play and the crowd displays their obvious disapproval of the champions’ antics, they could give a shit less because they’re the ones wearing ten pounds of leather and gold each, walking up the rampway, Blond with a decidedly yellower set of teeth accompanying his devilish grin as they hold the titles up in the air. Once they get to the top they both turn around dropping into the Ninja LUV pose, spraying mist into the air while they hold their belts high. Down at ringside Shaun is checking on his fallen partner, holding the back of his neck wondering aloud and angrily why the ref didn’t see Zessy get sprayed. JH: I hate to say it, but who can stop these men that are on such a dominating run ever since dethroning the Revolution? CM: Nobody! These men are set to be the greatest Tag Team Champs FIW has ever produced! CL: The team with the best shot at it just might be the Best Kept Secret! But will they get another shot is the question? Our scene changes to the FIW interview area where Graver is standing, looking dusty and hoboish as usual, next to Jeff Noon for once. JN: H-hey. Uh... I'm uh... here with Graver? And... like, I dunno. He hasn't done an interview in a while, y'know? Jeff looks lost for a moment before waving the mic in Graver's general direction. JN: Y'know? Graver rolls his eyes. Graver: Yes... yes, I do know, Noon. There've been a lot of things I've been keeping to myself and I feel I'm finally ready to say them. JN: Cool. So... like what? Graver: Well, the question I hear at every turn is 'why'. What happened to the old Graver? What changed? What's been different? Graver's expression turns to one of sneering. As it is wont to do. Graver: The truth of the matter has been rather evident in everything I've been saying... but you idiots are too stupid to pick up on it. I've had my mind expanded. My world highlighted with a blood-red pen. The Savior opened my eyes so long ago... and now I see. And now... I'm teaching others... heh. JN: Cool... so, uh... Noon scratches the back of his neck. JN: Whaddya think about the uh... world title match? With Xtreme Kitten and um... *snaps fingers* uh... Kiyoshi? Graver grits his teeth and the sneer grows even more hateful. Graver: I think it's bullshit Kiyoshi's even in that match. I've beaten them both. BOTH! ... and what the fuck do I get? I don't even have a fucking match on the CARD this week... and that YETI and the BITCH. I BEAT. Graver grits his teeth and snarls. Graver: I'm done with this. He shoves Noon in the shoulder and storms past, Jeff looking dumbstruck as the scene fades away. |
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| Crimson Shards | Sep 1 2007, 03:41 AM Post #7 |
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Sun shine lollipops and rainbows everything is wonderful is what I feel when we're together! Brighter than a lucky penny when y*u hear the raindr*ps disap*ear* de*r and I fe*l so *ine just *o k*ow t**t yo* are mine! The slow opening of Blood, milk, and sky signals for the lights to slowly die down until there is nothing but a flashing strobelight facing the entrance. The siren sings a Lonely song of all the Wants and hungers of all the Wants and hungers MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the FIW UNDISPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first, from the alleys of New York City... the YOU! EYE! SEE! CRRRRRRACKERJAAAAAACK!!! 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. 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 opponent! From Leamington Spa, England... EEEEEELLLLLLLLRIIIIIIIICK!!! …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. [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] Crackerjack comes out of his corner so quick Elrick has no time to react before being FLATTENED into the turnbuckle like a cigarette butt under a toe! CL: Beautiful! I hope his ribs are broken. All of them. JH: You're horrible. CL: You're used to it. Elrick gasps for air from the sheer force of the smash, holding onto the ropes to keep from falling to his ass. Crackerjack plants a boot under Elrick's chin and presses forward, stretching his neck wide and driving the edge of his shoe into the smaller man's throatplace. JH: Now this is just unnecessary roughness! Show some decorum, Crackerjack! CM: Wow, that sentence was all kinds of wrong in terms of logic. CL: Wow, that joke was all kinds of awkward in terms of Martin sucks. CM: Fuck you. Elrick struggles and slaps at Crackerjack's leg, but to no avail. It's only when Mark Jackson's count rhymes with "whore" that he ceases and takes a few steps away, mopping the sweat from his neck and chest with a meaty hand. Elrick uses the ropes to pull himself up again, but 'Jack hears him standing and makes another charge, this time aiming the dreaded big boot for his toe-headed mug. Elrick ducks and skirts JUST out of the way as Crackerjack CROTCHES himself against the turnbuckle! CM: AAHHHHH! MY MAN-PARTS HURT IN SYMPATHY!!! CL: That's not sympathy, I just poured my coffee into your lap. Undoubtedly pain would be writ upon his face could you see it as Elrick counts his lucky stars. The smaller man gets behind Crackerjack and wraps his arms around him in a waistlock. Being as Crackerjack's already at a slanted angle, Elrick takes him over with a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE German suplex with only moderate effort! JH: What an AMAZING suplex of strength and heart by Chris Elrick! Elrick maintains the waistlock and struggles to drag Crackerjack to his feet again, bracing for a second suplex! CL: Wow. He's really THAT special of a moron, isn't he? JH: You have to admire his heart! His courage! CL: No I don't. For instance, I could be like Chip here and just admire his shapely ass. CM: It's not that shapely... I mean! I wasn't looking at it! Elrick tries to lift for the suplex, but Crackerjack's elbow decides it'd rather injuruin his face. Injuruin is a term I've made out of "injure" and "ruin". It's pretty cool. Crackerjack's rapid-fire elbows actually cause Elrick to topple to the side in unconsciousness. Or at least a great play-act of it. Crackerjack sits on his back and bludgeons him a few times with a few cross-face punches, then BASHES HIS FOREHEAD REPEATEDLY INTO THE MAT! JH: This viciousness is just stupid and horrible! CL: Just like your commentary? Mark Jackson has to practically pry Crackerjack off of Elrick, yelling at him and pointing like a ref does. Crackerjack ROARS violence into his mustachioed face before Mark fires right back with threats of disqualification. Crackerjack looks like he's about to hurt somebody, probably somebody who looks like a 1970's leading man in an adult movies when an arm shoots between his legs, catches the bigger guy off-guard, and rolls him over into a schoolboy pin! JH: Crackerjack needs to learn respect for the referee! CL: He needs to learn to look fucking behind him! Who gets rolled up in FIW anymore!? Mark drops for the count... [align=center]ONE! TWO!! NO![/align] Crackerjack THROWS Elrick off his body with a powerful mule kick, sending him stumbling backward into the ropes! CL: Ha-HA! That's how you do it! Crackerjack gets to his toes and stalks quickly over to Elrick, shoving him over onto his face and pressing his eyes against the top rope. Jack grabs him by his short hair and DRAGS AND GRINDS HIS EYES ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!! JH: IN THE NAME OF GOD!!! CL: YES!! YES!!! BLIND HIM!!! Mark Jackson starts roaring a count for Crackerjack to fucking stop it, and Jack breaks at four, holding up his hands in fake innocence before reaching back down and RAKING ELRICK'S EYES ACROSS THE TOP ROPE AGAIN!! CM: Can't keep a good man down! JH: He's NOT a good man! He's a monster! He's a FIEND! CL: And you're a pussy, Hitchen. Crackerjack pulls away before Mark even starts counting again, this time opting to grab Elrick by the arm and whip him toward the ropes. Elrick rebounds and GETS DECAPITATED BY A STIFF LARIAT FROM CRACKERJACK!!! Jack doesn't even give the announcers a chance to say anything before he pulls Elrick off the mat by the ruff of his neck and the waistband of his shorts and SPEARHEADS HIM SHOULDER-FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! JH: This is just brutality! This isn't wrestling! This is a violation of the sport! CM: Somebody missed Slam! CL: Somebody missed NGIW. JH: I did no such thing to either, and I was witness to the reigns of terror of every so-called "hardcore hero" garbage wrestler this federation has ever seen, and this is the WORST! Crackerjack lets Elrick blink in and out of consciousness just below him as he removes the pad from the top turnbuckle, exposing the steel ring beneath. He lifts Elrick up by the hair, rears him back, and BASHES ELRICK'S HEAD REPEATEDLY INTO THE EXPOSED STEEL!!! BLOOD BEGINS TO FLY HIGH INTO THE AIR AS CRACKERJACK RELENTLESSLY RUINS CHRIS ELRICK'S FOREHEAD, SENDING THE RED SQUIRTING IN EVERY DIRECTION!!! JH: STOP THIS!! STOP THIS, MARK, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! Mark must agree as the bell begins ringing wildly. MA: This match has been called on the account of referee stoppage! CL: Oh, COME ON! That was tame! In NGIW, it would take Some Kind of Monster at least THREE flaming tables before-- JH: Shut your fucking mouth! Elrick could've been hurt! Seriously injured in there! A HUMAN BEING! CM: Well there's a human going. Crackerjack's done with this match and out the door. Indeed Crackerjack scoops up his title and starts charging toward the back. Music cracks out over the airwaves, but it's not Crackerjack's. He looks up at the stage where Graver is standing calmly, Rob Zombie screaming lyrics at the collected fans. JH: Now what the hell is he doing out here!? Graver walks down to Crackerjack and the two seem to have a conversation with no words spoken between them. 'Jack nods and returns to the ring, flinging the title over his shoulder as Graver smirks in self-amusement. Crackerjack hops into the ring and nudges Mark Jackson out of the way of checking on poor Elrick. JH: Oh God. Now what is he doing? Crackerjack bends down and shoves Elrick's limp body out of the ring. Trying to stand, Elrick grabs the apron and shoulders himself against the ring post. Crackerjack exits the ring and begins walking away. He suddenly reaches the steps and hoists the title, turning around and CHARGING ELRICK, BASHING THE FACEPLATE OF THE BELT INTO HIS FACE, SANDWICHING IT WITH THE STEEL RING POST!! JH: NO! DAMMIT! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! Crackerjack SLAMS the title AGAIN! And AGAIN INTO ELRICK'S BLEEDING HEAD, BLOOD SMEARED ALL OVER THE TITLE BELT BEFORE FINALLY TURNING AND WALKING AWAY!! JH: THOSE MONSTERS!! HOW COULD THEY DO THIS!? Crackerjack stops at the steps again, AND BLAST A FINAL RUNNING SHOT TO ELRICK'S FACE, SPLITTING THE BELT PLATE DOWN THE MIDDLE!!! JH: THIS IS DISGRACEFUL TO FIW! DISGRACEFUL TO CHRIS ELRICK! DISGRACEFUL TO HUMANITY ITSELF!!! Crackerjack turns back once more and he and Graver leave the ring together to Crackerjack's music as we fade. **COMMERCIAL BREAK** |
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| Crimson Shards | Sep 1 2007, 03:59 AM Post #8 |
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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 -- oh not wait, no, that‘s Ghost, closely followed by Lesbiana Fan-TAS-tica! MA: The following triple threat match will be contested under Horrorcore rules and it is for the FIW HELLCAT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first from somewhere along the Australian/Mexican border, being accompanied by Ghost… LA LESBIANA FANTASTICA! Ghost throws her arms up to great the adoring fans as Lesbiana steps out of her shadow to do the same. Kinda symbolic, ain’t it. 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. Ghost takes a more reserved approach as she saunters her way to the squared circle. Upon reaching the ring, Lesbiana 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. Ghost slides in under the bottom rope, only just having reached the ring and moves into it’s centre. She moves from one side to the other, throwing her arms up and introducing herself to the crowd as if she were going to wrestler herself. As Lesbiana drops back into the ring the lights come back up and the music slowly fades, and the lucahdora extraordinaire turns to her manager/girlfriend for a few last minute words of wisdom and a good luck kiss. JH: Can’t say I’m surprised to see Ghost here at ringside tonight. CL: Fucking fortunate is what you should be! That’s a Hellcat Legend right there! CM: And you know she’s here to make sure her bed buddy leaves with silver. I’d kill to see their live sex celebration if Lesbiana wins here tonight. 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. JH: Poor girl. I feel sorry for her every time that happens. CM: Considering everything that’s happened to her this week and THAT is why you feel sorry for her? JH: Well, no, I feel sorry for what she’s going through. It’s just… nevermind. [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: Entering the ring from Aurora, Ohio… she is the FIW HELLCAT CHAMPION-- 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. JH: The champion in her very first title defense. Whether it’s fair or not. CL: What do you mean whether it’s fair or not? She’s the champion, she’s supposed to defend it. JH: I know that. But after the beating from Xtreme Kitten last week, and now going into her first defense with no championship advantage. CM: That’s what happens when a battle royal decides the number one contender. Two people always win. It’s a sports entertainment law. (Please ignore what happened this past Sunday.) DING-DING All three ladies glance back and forth from their two opponents, each readying themselves for anything. Roxie makes the first move, advancing on Lesbiana and taking her down with a flying forearm! Lesbiana scrambles into the advantage but Roxie isn’t going to give it up so easily. Hence we have two lesbians… erm, ladies rolling about on the canvas. CM: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT! JH: I’m not surprised to see Roxie targeting the opponent that is not her idol. CL: I still don’t understand why she idolizes Jaime over Lesbiana. Jaime interrupts, grabbing a hold of Roxie and throwing her off of Lesbiana. The champ glances at her friend on the canvas, possibly contemplating an attack… but instead moves towards the recovering Roxie and nails her in the back with stomp! Lesbiana is quick to get in on the action and Team Sexy Awesome is putting the boots to Roxie Galanoochie! JH: Now a double team to Roxie! Can’t imagine how Roxie must feel having her idol participating in this double team. CM: She’s a stripper. I’m sure Roxie is used to kink like double teaming from women. JH: You’re sick, Chip. Despite the double team, Roxie fights up to her feet only to get cracked across the chest by a knife-edge chop from Lesbiana! Jaime doesn’t give her any time to recover, nailing a hard right hand upside Roxie’s jaw! Another chop from Lesbiana! Another right hand from Jaime! Another chop from Lesbiana! This causes Ghost to step a little closer to the apron, watching with a more than interested look on her face. JH: Team Sexy Awesome isn’t letting up on Roxie. CL: Did you forget this is a triple threat? Not a handicap match. JH: Every woman for herself but boy, they’d love to eliminate Roxie and go at it themselves for the title. CM: Summer of Sin Round 2. Now that’s ratings! It seems they’re done punishing Roxie. Oh wait, they’ve both got one of her wrists and are shooting her off the ropes with a double Irish whip. Team Sexy Awesome lower their heads and throw Roxie over with a double back body drop… err, nope! Roxie rebounds and smacks Jaime with a hard kick! Lesbiana raises up just to get a slap right across her masked face hard enough to knock the luchadora down to one knee! Ghost steps back from the apron, shaking head in dismay. JH: Not going to happen, Chip! Roxie isn’t going to stop fighting! Jaime throws another right hand that catches Roxie square in the jaw. She throws another and another until she’s backed Roxie into the turnbuckle. That’s when Roxie’s had enough and throws a back elbow in between Jaime’s blows. She follows it up by quickly rolling Jaime up into a small package! [align=center]ONE! LESBIANA BREAK IT UP![/align] JH: Roxie’s got the pin! And Lesbiana is there to save the title for herself. CM: Or to save Jaime, you don’t know. Ghost remains at ringside, slightly nodding her head as if to agree with Lesbiana’s actions thus far. Lesbiana pulls Roxie up to her feet and cracks another chop off the woman’s chest! Roxie responds with a boot to Lesbiana’s stomach, doubling the fantastic lesbian over. She hooks Lesbiana up and actually seems to struggle a little with the front facelock application before she manages to snap Lesbiana over with a suplex. JH: A snap suplex from Roxie. Nice execution. CL: You may have enjoyed it, but Ghost doesn’t look happy. As Ghost glares at the stripper, Roxie gets back to her feet and positions herself with her back to Lesbiana. She glances over her shoulder to check her opponent hasn’t tried to get away yet and then backflips onto Lesbiana’s stomach with a standing moonsault! Before Roxie can even officially make a cover, Jaime is back into the fray and pulling Roxie off. Jaime hooks Roxie up in a front facelock, hooking up her leg and snapping her over, bridging out with a fisherman’s suplex! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT![/align] JH: A fisherman’s suplex by Jaime! Showing some impressive strength that she’s not displayed much in the ring. CL: Roxie is a twig. Anyone could lift her. CM: I loved the bridge. Jaime grabs Roxie back up, but she manages to counter into an arm wringer! Roxie applies the pressure to Jaime’s arm, looking a little surprised herself that she managed to apply the move as quickly and properly as she did. Jaime clutches at her shoulder while attempting to get at Roxie who is just out of reach. Jaime gives up that strategy and instead cartwheels out of the wringer, leaping onto Roxie’s thighs and throwing her over with a monkey flip! CM: Sexy monkey flip! I love when she flips around the ring in her skirts. JH: Jaime’s athleticism has been no secret and she’s using that to her advantage here against the less experience Roxie. Jaime gets back up to her feet, smiling at the reception from the crowd who seemed to enjoy her athletic counter. Unfortunately that delay leaves her open for an attack from behind. Roxie dropkicks Jaime in the back, causing her to fly forward through the ropes and tumble at ringside! Or, wait! That wasn’t Roxie. That was Jaime’s BFF La Lesbiana Fantastica! You can tell by the big ole grin on Ghost’s face. CM: What the hell was that? She just… she… CL: She showed her true colors! JH: White as a Ghost! The masked lesbian looks down at ringside for a moment before shaking whatever regrets she was having from her head. She grabs up Roxie and whips her off the ropes, only for Roxie to counter the whip. Lesbiana rebounds off the ropes, taking Roxie over with a headscissors takedown! She follows it up by re-leveling Roxie with a dropkick on her attempt to get back to her feet. Lesbiana drags Roxie up and whips her chest first into the nearest turnbuckle, hooking her up an inverted facelock and throwing her over with a reverse suplex! Lesbiana makes the cover. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT BY ROXIE![/align] JH: A near fall for Lesbiana but Roxie isn’t throwing in the towel just yet. CL: Look at Ghost. She’s so proud of Lesbiana. It’s good to see good people happy. JH: Good people? Ghost is a bitch! She’s trying to tear apart two great friends. CM: I think she just wants to get between them. And who wouldn’t? Lesbiana pulls Roxie back up, getting a forearm to the face for her efforts. Lesbiana stumbles back a couple steps but rushes right back in, getting drop toe held across the middle the rope for her efforts. Roxie pulls Lesbiana’s throat off the ropes and shoves her back into the turnbuckle before lifting the luchadora up to a seated position on the top rope. Ghost gets closer to the action, yelling something up at J.J. when he yells for her to get back. JH: What is Roxie going for here? CL: I don’t know but giving her lack of wrestling ability, this is dangerous for Lesbiana’s well-being. Roxie climbs to the middle rope, throwing a forearm into Lesbiana’s masked face to keep her at bay. Lesbiana teeters but remains seated as Roxie struggles to lock her up in another front facelock. Unfortunately that’s as far as she gets as Jaime makes her way back into the ring. She rushes over to the action, ducking under Roxie and then backing out of the corner with Roxie atop her shoulders. CM: Doomsday Device from Team Sexy Awesome?! JH: Could it be? If that’s what Jaime had planned, it never advances as Roxie nails Jaime square in the face with a clubbing blow! Jaime drops to her knees, allowing Roxie safely land on her feet. She glances back at Jaime checking for a busted nose and then heads back towards Lesbiana… getting a kick in the face for her efforts! Roxie stumbles backwards, right into a school girl roll-up from Jaime! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT!!![/align] JH: Lesbiana nearly assisted in Jaime getting the victory! CM: And Ghost really doesn’t look happy right now. Jaime grits her teeth and climbs up to her feet, just as Lesbiana comes flying off the top rope with a flying crossbody that levels Jaime! Lesbiana hooks Jaime’s far leg and makes the cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT BY JAIME![/align] CL: That brought a smile to Ghost’s face. JH: For no more than the two count before Jaime kicked out. The champion springs up to her feet, ready to take on her friend only to get leveled by a forearm smash to the face from Roxie! Roxie turns her attention to Lesbiana, only to get a jawbreaker for her trouble. Lesbiana follows through by downing Roxie with a swinging neckbreaker! Jaime steps up to the plate next, spinning backwards in midstep and catching Lesbiana under the chin with a back roundhouse kick! JH: And Lesbiana is out! That spinning roundhouse caught her right under the jaw! CM: Ooh, if looks could kill… Ghost is not a happy camper. Jaime grabs Lesbiana up, yanking her head into a front headlock and then sprinting across the ring, PLANTING HER FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BULLDOG! Jaime makes the cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NOOO!!! ROXIE BREAKS IT UP![/align] JH: I thought Jaime had that there! CM: Roxie wants that title and she isn’t going to let Jaime and Lesbiana decide it between themselves. And I agree, threeways are always more fun. Roxie stomps Jaime across the back, saving the championship for herself. She uses the opportunity to get revenge on Lesbiana with a stomp to the chest! She continues to stomp away on her until Lesbiana rolls herself under the bottom rope and out of danger and into Ghost‘s care. J.J. gets between the two ladies, informing Roxie that Lesbiana is in the ropes. JH: Something has lit a fire in Roxie here tonight. All her troubles coupled with the fact she seems to be a third wheel in this match between two… erm, friends? What the hell are they now? CL: You’re the one keeping up on this soap opera, not me. JH: Regardless, Roxie can’t be happy she’s being batted around by Team Sexy Awesome. Roxie eventually backs off and turns her attention on Jaime just in time to duck a clothesline! Roxie follows up by booting Jaime in the midsection and then hops onto her shoulders, throwing her over with a hurracanrana! Roxie hooks Jaime’s legs for the pin! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!! NOOOO!!![/align] JH: Impressive hurracanrana pin from Roxie! CL: And I think Lesbiana just saved Jaime’s championship. Lesbiana scoots herself across the ring and throws her foot up into Roxie’s face! Roxie tumbles off of Jaime but storms up to her feet, throwing a kick into Lesbiana’s stomach. She then SMACKS Lesbiana right across the mask yet again. Lesbiana feels the sting even through her mask long enough for Roxie to rush in and level her with a clothesline! CM: I think you’re right, Jonathan. Roxie is pissed but it seems to be mostly directed at Lesbiana. Roxie turns her attention back to Jaime, hooking her up in a front facelock and DRILLING HER WITH A DDT! Or, no. Jaime twists out of the front facelock, dragging Roxie into an inverted facelock and DRIVING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A REVERSE DDT RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! Jaime makes the cover! JH: Into The Rush! And Jaime’s got the cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! LESBIANA DRAGS JAIME OFF ROXIE![/align] JH: Uh-oh. CL: Looks like it’s definitely all bets off. Jaime bounds up to her feet, coming eye to eye with her (former?) best friend. The two ladies stare one another in the eyes, the crowd going crazy at the thought of Summer of Sin being revisited here tonight with Team Sexy Awesome going at it. It doesn’t happen though because Roxie has dragged herself back up and is inserting herself into this situation. Both Team Sexy Awesome lay her back out by dual strikes! CM: Ha! Poor Roxie. She can’t catch a break. Lesbiana turns back on Jaime, shoving the champion! Jaime responds with a hard slap across Lesbiana’s mask! Lesbiana throws a forearm strike in response and gets a hard right hand to the face from Jaime! Blow by blow the friends continue to wail on one another with Lesbiana getting the better of the exchange. She backs Jaime into the ropes and then throws her off with an Irish whip! Jaime rebounds and gets thrown across the ring with a snapping arm drag! JH: They take out Roxie and then they’re right back at each other! CL: Lesbiana winning the confrontation. That speaks volumes. Jaime gets back to her feet and rushes Lesbiana, getting a boot to the stomach. Lesbiana turns and hooks Jaime up for the stunner, but hesitates at the sight of Roxie getting back to her feet. Lesbiana throws Jaime aside and boots Roxie in the stomach and turns, CRACKING ROXIE JAW OF HER SHOULDER WITH A STUNNER! JH: Total pwnage! Lesbiana takes Roxie out of it! CM: Not only that, but she chose to hit on Roxie instead of Jaime! Did you see that? JH: I did. Lesbiana gets back to both feet just in time to catch an advancing Jaime with a spinning wheel kick to the face! With both ladies laid out side by side, Lesbiana’s eyes go to the turnbuckle. The crowd goes nuts as Lesbiana heads for higher ground. She springs to the top rope and takes the air, CRASHING INTO JAIME LEE’S RAISED KNEES! There is a slight cringe from the man in the front row that is wearing the face paint after that. JH: Jaime still gets hers though. And Ghost with that sick smile on her face. CM: ASKANI MOONSAULT TIME! JH: And Jaime gets her knees up! CL: Ghost never would’ve went for that move there. She had Roxie beat. She should’ve pinned her, not tried to wow the crowd. Holding onto her stomach, Lesbiana fights up to her feet, stumbling around the ring in an attempt to remain in control of the contest. Her effected equilibrium works against her however and Jaime comes from behind, rolling her up with a school girl! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT![/align] Jaime accepts the kick-out but certainly is not happy about it. Who would be? She jumps to her feet and CRACKS a chop across Lesbiana’s chest as she stands. A second chop backs her towards the turnbuckle. A third chop knocks her back into the ropes. Jaime opens up Lesbiana, nailing a flurry of chops to the masked luchadora. J.J. begins his little five count as Jaime is attacking in the ropes, causing the champion to whip Lesbiana across the ring. Jaime rushes in behind her, ready to strike when Lesbiana catches herself on the ropes and turns CRACKING HEADS WITH JAIME! JH: Ugh! The ladies cracked heads together and now everyone’s down. CM: Everyone but Team Sexy Awesome’s punching bag. Payback time! Everyone is down, leading J.J. to start the infamous count. Does that exist in Horrorcore matches? Doesn’t matter because J.J. doesn’t get a chance to start it. Roxie is up. She glances between the two ladies and chooses Jaime. She drags the champion up but Jaime comes alive, counter into a backslide! JH: Jaime with a backslide! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT BY ROXIE![/align] Both girls rush to their feet but Roxie is quicker and LEVELS Jaime with a hard clothesline! Lesbiana uses the ropes to drag herself up to her feet only to be spotted by Roxie. She rushes the recovering Lesbiana and GETS BACKDROPPED OVER THE ROPES ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR AT RINGSIDE! CM: Loooong way down, Roxie! JH: Roxie crashed and burned at ringside. She’s gonna feel the mats like Jaime did earlier tonight. CM: And NOW it’s Summer of Sin revisited. Jaime rushes Lesbiana, only to get stopped by a boot to the midsection! Lesbiana hooks Jaime up and throws her over with a backdrop… nope. Jaime flips out, landing on her feet behind Lesbiana. She grabs Lesbiana in a headlock and kicks off the ropes, PLANTING HER WITH A BULLDOG! No! Lesbiana pulls out of the headlock and rolls Jaime up with a school girl before she can even attempt the springboard bulldog! JH: Lesbiana counters the Aurora Borealis and SHE’S GOT THE COVER! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] Jaime rolls backwards out of the roll-up, landing on her feet and immediately lunging forward! Before Lesbiana can react to Jaime’s kick-out, Jaime rolls Lesbiana up with a side cradle! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!!! DING-DING-DING!!!![/align] JH: SHE DID IT! JAIME DID IT! CM: And she pinned her own best friend to do it! CL: Ghost… is fuckin’ PISSED! MA: Here is your winner and STTIIILLLL FIW HELLCAT CHAMPION… JAAAAYYYYMMMEEEE LLLEEEEEE!!! As MA’s voice echoes through the arena over Kelly Clarkson’s “Queen of the Night, the queen of the hellcats shakes her head and gives a very visible sigh. Jaime sits up on her knees, her eyes wide in disbelief that she managed to successfully retain her championship. Meanwhile a stunned and disappointed Lesbiana doesn’t even look towards Ghost as she purposely rolls out on the other side of the ring. JH: Lesbiana doesn’t look too pleased either but that’s the nature of the game. You can’t win ‘em all. CM: Unless you’re Jaime. Then you win them all, including the ones teaming with Lesbiana. JH: Will you get off that? You make it sound like Jaime did it on purpose. You’re as bad as Ghost! Jaime gets to her feet as J.J. brings her the championship and raises her arm in victory. Jaime gazes down at the title, hugging it to her chest. Roxie pulls herself up on the apron, grimacing as she holds her back but makes her way into the ring. She stares intently at the back of Jaime’s head, ready to strike when the champ turns around… strike with a handshake, that is! JH: Now there’s a nice show of respect! Roxie holds her hand out, encouraging Jaime to accept it. The skeptical champ glances out at the crowd, as if looking for an answer but eventually shakes Roxie’s hand. The crowd applaud the sportsmanship on display as Roxie takes her leave from the ring, allowing the champ to have her spotlight. Jaime spins around, glancing around at ringside, her eyes finally settling on Lesbiana as she makes her way up the stairs and through the curtain. Ghost is more than a few steps away, rushing to try and catch up to her girlfriend. CM: No love from Lesbiana tonight. JH: For Jaime OR Ghost. CL: That damn Jaime! Coming between a loving couple like Lesbiana and Ghost. JH: Oh please! Ghost brought this on herself. Jaime stares at the empty stage for a moment before returning her attention to the celebration at hand. She manages a smile and scales the nearest turnbuckle, raising her retained championship up in the air. |
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JH: Next up folks is both the final title on the line and the final match of the night. CL: Every other champion has retained their titles, even if by some dubious means in some cases. CM: Bah, they all retained fairly…well…outside of Jaime, but she doesn’t count. JH: How doesn’t she count?! And, how did she cheat?! She was far more honorable than either of the Zaibatsu or our…beloved Flycore Champion were… CL: Ah shut up about the rest of them, now it’s time to focus on Kitten and Kiyoshi! CM: Kiyoshi’s finally going to secure those belts around his waist tonight, I feel it! JH: He’ll have a bumpy road ahead of him taking on the man that has successfully defended those belts over ten times and has held them for nearing a half a year. CL: But, he is also the guy who choked out that man just a few weeks ago. CM: Yup, see?! Kiyoshi is going…all…the…way! MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following bout is the scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt and is set for one fall to a finish. The General Manager has granted it a sixty minute time limit and the referee for this contest is Tony Clarke…and it is for the Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championship! 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: There he is in all of his…whiteness… CM: Come on big guy, it’s no different than last time, this is the last match you want to choke in. JH: If he can channel his fighting spirit once again he can reach bankai and finally defeat old fo…erm…kitten face… A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel being hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten kicks the chain link fence on the stage in time with the beat of the hammer; he stays on the stage kicking until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. [align=center]I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict[/align] The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walks to the front of the stage and stops at the stairs as Lucy pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. [align=center]As of now I am a tool Of severe impact[/align] Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again kicks the fencing with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring; they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs. [align=center]I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction[/align] Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. CM: Course, there’s a difference in that Maria isn’t in Kitten’s corner and Lucy is this time. JH: …Oh brother… CL: Times like these I miss my radio show… Michael Anderson takes center stage again with micro phone in his hand and clears his throat a few times as the fans settle down. FIW’s Dual Crown Champion looks on coldly with the belts sitting on his shoulders as Kiyoshi stares down at his taped up right fist, for the second time bearing the word “Champ” on it. MA: Ladies and gentlemen introducing first the challenger, 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! KIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHIIIIIII NNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAATA~!!! Nakahata pounds his knuckles together as he flicks back his hood while white fabric flies through the air. XK raises an eyebrow and his challenger notices the American fans have shown him respect by throwing white streamers for him during his introduction. The Judo Sensei looks over his shoulder and gives a polite nod while Tony is cleaning up the ring. MA: And introducing the champion, 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! XXXXXTRRRRRRREEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!! Stepping out of his corner, the Feline Fighter lifts his belts up over his head and proclaims “BEST! FIGHTER! IN! THE! WORLD!” Kitten gets a mixed reaction and frowns lightly when his ears pick up the scattered jeers through out the crowd. He looks back at his challenger and lowers the belts, giving them to the senior referee by his command. Tony Clarke walks to the center of the ring and holds them up for all to see before quickly retreating with Anderson and calling for the bell. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Tony Clarke returns to his post to find that Kitten is running across the ring and catches his opponent off guard with a roaring forearm. Near mirror to their last encounter, the champion is pounding away on the White Haired Warrior in the corner with small yet rapid flurries of forearm strikes. Desperately he brings up his arms to block the shots and soon realizes that isn’t going to stop Xtreme Kitten, who just plows right through the defenses. Soon Nakahata is throwing forearm strikes right back, aiming lower than the Feline Fighter and manages to push him back enough to stand up right again in the ring. JH: My word! This is starting off hot and heavy! CL: I never fucking got what that is supposed to mean. CM: I think it means that the freak is some how fighting better than he was last time they met! Nebraska’s fans are eating it up as both men are eating up forearm strikes from their respected opponent, neither man backing down. Each shot’s connection sounds like a gun just went off and causes skin to ripple and necks to jerk and tighten to hold their heads up. Perhaps in an attempt to take him down, Kitten starts interchanging between forearm shots and nailing the side of Kiyoshi’s knees with low angled side martial arts kicks. It isn’t before long that the Yeti pulls a monkey, and starts doing the exact same thing as they pound on each other. CL: Shit, look at the bruises and marks they are already leaving on each other! CM: Kick his butt Kiyoshi! JH: These two men have a lot on the line besides just pride, those two title belts being merely just two of those other things. Opting to end this strike fest, Mr. FSC unleashes a small series of right and left jab punches straight to the midsection of the champ. Knocking the wind out of him, it leaves XK groaning as he clutches his midsection and stumbling several steps backwards from losing his balance. In mid-step he swings his body violently and throws up his right fist, smashing it on the back around into the cheek of his heavier opponent that sends him crashing backwards. The blow nearly taking Nakahata off his feet, and would have if it weren’t for the ropes that hold him gingerly up and that he gropes for to try and support his body. CM: Uraken! JH: It looks like the champ isn’t wasting time in taking out his bigger guns! CL: Can’t say I blame him, if I were him, I’d want this over as soon as possible. Instinctively Clarke goes to check on the challenger only to get a shove out of the way from the in mid-run Feline Fighter barreling towards Kiyoshi. For the second time in a short few minutes Xtreme Kitten throws out his arm for some thing, though it turns out just to be a psych! He pushes off of the mat with his feet and coils back his knee to fire off, when he is suddenly planted back down on the mat when the White Haired Warrior grabs his still out stretched arm! Turning around, FIW’s Yeti rushes towards the ropes and bounces the two of them off of it before he flings the champion’s body through the air with the Ippozeni! JH: Looks like Kitten’s not alone! CL: You have to wonder if Lucy hasn’t told Kitten to wrap this up quickly so they can focus on other matters, like Jaime Lee. CM: That wouldn’t be a wise move, over looking Kiyoshi! With a thud back meets canvas, and stomping over to him, the fallen Kitten soon sees his challenger standing right over him. Amazingly, Nakahata gets a decent amount of air when he jumps off of his feet and goes to plunge his knee into the figurative heart of his foe. Nearly throwing his body across the ring, the Feline Fighter narrowly avoids the knee drop and scrambles up to his own feet along with the White Haired Warrior. They charge right towards one another, with Xtreme Kitten stopping for a mila second to grab Mr. FSC for a powerslam! CL: Man, these guys are going fucking fast! CM: Crap! A powe- JH: No! Look! An elbow to the cranium stops any powerslam attempts from the Dual Crown Champion of Full Intensity Wrestling today. Instead the Yeti wiggles his way free and grabs the taller man, setting him up perfectly and launching him into the air with the White Hole Slam! Perhaps sensing what XK is up to, Kiyoshi goes to end it quickly too by trying to float over into his trademark and lethal Dojime Sleeper! Opposite to a moment ago, he gets an elbow to the skull for his troubles and the Feline Fighter crawls away as fast as he’s ever been seen. CM: Darn it! He was so close! JH: I think it might’ve been a bit premature for Kiyoshi to be trying any Dojime Sleeper attempts. CL: I think he’s realized that Kitten isn’t fooling around and that he needs to come just as hard and just as fast as the champion. While rising to his feet Mr. FSC’s wrist is grabbed by his opponent and quickly XK pulls him forward and almost punts his head off his shoulders with a roundhouse kick! Not letting him fall, Kitten pulls him and holds him up on his limp feet to smack him across the face with a slap. In a heap Nakahata drops to the mat and the champ balls his hands together and comes down onto the back of his neck with a double axe handle strike viciously. Enduring and fighting through the agony of it, the Judo Sensei throws out his arm and clobbers the knees of Xtreme Kitten, resulting in him dropping to the mat too! JH: And now both on them are down after a Hello Kitty Roundhouse! CL: Plus a slap and double axe handle. CM: Get him! Get him! Launching his body across the small space dividing them, Kiyoshi ends up sitting on top of Xtreme Kitten and starts raining down forearm strikes. Frantically the Feline Fighter tries to cover up and manages to block a few of the strikes that are ambushing him in this exposed position. Amidst the blows he rallies the strength to drop his defenses and nail the chin of his foe with a nasty sounding head butt, and repeats the process a few more times. Eventually the Yeti tumbles off of him and falls down beside him, the wincing and groaning XK getting back up to his feet to a mild applause from the fans in attendance. CL: I’m surprise Kiyoshi’s nose hasn’t busted the fuck open by now. CM: Thankfully it looks like it’s managed to heal up enough to be able to withstand some of this punishment. JH: Though how much longer can these two men go at this break neck speed?! Lucy cheers on her man when he gets back up to his feet, shaking out a few cobwebs that are lingering inside his masked head. His green eyes cast their glare down at the man in front of him and lift up his leg, dropping a Garvin Stomp straight on the back of his neck. Nakahata’s body crumbles and begins to look a bit feeble lying on the mat as it receives a second and even more deadly looking Garvin Stomp. FIW’s Dual Crown Champion looks satisfied for a moment before his nostrils begin to flare; Mr. FSC begins to plant his hands against the mat to get back up… CM: What are you doing?! Don’t just try and get back up while leaving yourself so open! JH: For once, Chip speaks the truth! CL: Looks like some one’s skull is gonna get crushed. Far from happy with what he is seeing, Xtreme Kitten starts delivering Garvin Stomp after Garvin Stomp to the back of the head of Kiyoshi Nakahata. The first few he manages to withstand and stay on all fours, but it is too much for any man to withstand for long. Soon he is face first against the canvas and in a near bowing manner as XK continues dealing out Garvin Stomps to the back of the Yeti’s head. After about the tenth one he pauses, allowing himself the pleasure of with his heel driving and rubbing the White Haired Warrior’s face against the canvas. JH: That’s just down right disrespectful! CL: Looks like it is clear what Kitten thinks of his opponent! CM: Gah! He’s going to ruin Kiyoshi’s boyish good looks! This feat brings a cackle from Lucy and she then calls for him to end it, Kitten lost in his own little world doesn’t seem to hear her. Shame considering her joyful cries to end it soon turn to warning screams of what is coming right up behind the Dual Crown Champion. It doesn’t occur to the Feline Fighter until a balloon bursts over the back of his head, a sea of blood and thumbtacks flood and dig into his furry mask, the blood staining it. XK turns around slowly in shock as Tony screams at Graver just as he whacks the wooden pole around the face of the champ, sending him crumbling to the mat. A look of shock with a hint of enjoyment on the features of the face painted man in the front row. CL: HOLY SHIT! The Gorehammer to Xtreme Kitten! CM: Freak on freak violence! Yes! JH: That son of a bitch! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Unhappy with the sound of that bell, the Reject of Rejects grabs Tony Clarke by the gruff of his shirt and pulls him into a haymaker right to the teeth. The referee drops to the mat beside the Dual Crown Champion to a chorus of jeers and Lucy rushes into the ring enraged. Sadly, she simply gets a pie face from the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac that sends her on her butt and he strolls past her, some thing resembling a smirk on his face. His foot steps end only when he is standing over the other would-be contender, Kiyoshi Nakahata… CM: What is that freak thinking?! He better not touch Kiyoshi! He already had the nerve to touch Lucy! JH: Graver has ruined every thing! CL: Ruined? He made this a thousand times fucking better! His hands slip into his pockets and soon come back out, in one hand that blood stained shard of glass and in the other…hand cuffs. First he drags Nakahata’s limp body over to the ropes, hand cuffing the Judo Sensei to the middle rope to prop his body up a bit. Next he twirls the glass shard in between his fingers, the light reflecting and bouncing off of it. Gracefully he drives the point of the glass into the forehead of Kiyoshi; it certainly stirs the young man when the Reject of Rejects carves into him like a Christmas turkey. JH: Yet again with these weird attacks! CL: Yes! Blood! I see blood! CM: Gah! That’s gonna scar! MA: Ladies and gentlemen as a result on a disqualification…your winner…and STILL Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion…XTRRRRRRRRRREMMMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEENNNNNN~!!! Within seconds he’s done, a fresh new X carved into the forehead of the FIW Dual Crown contender, Kiyoshi Nakahata. Lucy can just watch on as Graver mockingly holds up his arms in the Straight Edge X to the hard camera with a smirk and walks back over to Kitten. His hand’s fingers wrap around the fur of his mask and hold his head up, letting the Gorehammer’s and his own blood drip from him and a few thumbtacks fall off. Some thing almost looking like a chuckle comes from the Minister of Awesomocity as he surveys his work. CL: Look at it! Look at that fucking puddle of blood beneath him! Lord that’s orgasmic! CM: Poor Kiyoshi… JH: Is Graver that sore over not earning the shot at the Dual Crown match here toni- Before he can finish that sentence flames burst from the entrance stage and the four turnbuckles, startling Graver and making him drop XK’s bloody head. His head darts around as the lights fade into a dark red and Lucy even looks a bit terrified as she crawls over to her man. The sound system comes to life with a few chords of a song that is certainly not any of the three men’s music in the ring right now and it abruptly cuts out. 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