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| Crimson Shards | Sep 8 2007, 03:14 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]The bass The rock 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 8 2007, 03:15 AM Post #2 |
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[align=center]Opener Short Results Rory Von Drachenberg defeats She-Dragon via pin fall.[/align] |
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| Crimson Shards | Sep 8 2007, 03:17 AM Post #3 |
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our next match. It will be contested in tag team rules. Already inside the ring at a combined weight of Three Hundred and Sixty Eight Pounds, they are the Best Kept Secret! And their opponents, introducing first from Hull, England. He weighs in at two hundred and thirty two pounds, he is Jay Bain! [align=center]As the music starts White flashing lights pan from left to right alternatively to the Riff. “I’m not asking for much” appears on the Screens, Fans become more vocal and a small “Bain” chant can be faintly heard. “I’m not asking for anything” scrolls across the screen the Music gets loader and just as the Song Kicks in 100% Jay Bain walks into sight through the curtains. Hundreds of White lasers spiral down on Jay Bain and then randomly scan across the fans. Bain psyched up waves his hands up and down beckoning the crowd to be loud and stand up as in to share this moment, he then paces to the ring with his head down displaying an excited look upon his face and slapping extended hands from the crowd, on approaching the ring he begins to take his Grey T-shirt off saying "If I don't kick out on 2...Check for a pulse", wraps in his right hand, turns to his right and throws it into the crowd were a few hands fight for the Shirt, Bain lets out a huge sigh as he calms himself before leaping right foot first onto the apron followed by the left, as soon as both feet are there he turns 180 degrees in a fluid motion and places the left foot threw the ropes to the mat, bends over and follows with the right. White lights pulse on and off another collection of lasers flicker onto Bain as he Stretches his arms while leaping up and down while turning around in a circle moving to the centre of the ring while looking at the fans, Awaiting the match he then leans against the ropes waiting for the bell.[/align] All is quiet inside the arena for a few moments, until a familiar voice starts reciting a prayer which gets the fans to start going absolutely crazy, that familiar Depeche Mode intro that we remember from Chris Daniels' intro playing in the background. [align=center]"And a Shepherd I shall be, for Thee my Lord for Thee. Power hath decended forth from Thy hand, that my feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So I shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."[/align] Then, strangely, Priest's voice speaks alone, but both in a high and low tone giving him a very creepy and unearthly voice. [align=center]"And I will execute great vengeance upon thee with furious rebukes; and they shall know that my name is PRIEST, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them."[/align] All at once Skillet's "Savior" begins hammering the PA system, as several white clothed druids filter out onto the stage, three a side as they take up positions on either side of the entryway to welcome Priest into the arena, the Irish Warrior of God stepping lightly onto the stage, the lights strobing and blazing all over him as Snowy walks out by his side, smiling approvingly to the crowd while Priest kneels before her, opening his arms and praising her like a revered icon. MA: And his partner, on the way to the ring at this time, in the company of his wife, Snowy, he hails from County Wicklow, Ireland, weighing 231 pounds, this is Priest! The druids converge behind the two as Priest advances toward the ring, the hood covering his face as Snowy walks right beside him, not letting the druids separate her from her husband. When they reach the ring the lights start strobing gold as the druids surround the ring, allowing Priest to climb up on the apron and remove his hood for the crowd while they help Snowy onto the apron, Priest and Snowy entering the ring together. Priest circles the ring, smirking out to the cheering crowd, opening his arms to welcome the cheers before he bounds up onto the second rope, throwing a fist to the crowd who shower him with flashbulbs in return. Priest then drops into the corner and speaks to Snowy while she's helping him remove his intricate robe, making the sign of the cross over her body before they share a kiss and Snowy exits to the outside, the druids having already gone. CL: Well they say that Wilson and Zessy are the “Best Kept Secret” here in FIW. Let’s find out how they fare against our new team. I suppose these two teams are the best we have to compete against these days. JH: I guess this match will go a long way in showing who will be in line for a tag team title shot. CM: It could be worse I suppose. We could be forced to watch Ash Koopa try to earn a shot for the millionth time. Zessy and Jay Bain start the match off as their respective partners head to the outside. Jay tries to use his speed to get the edge over Zessy but Zesboca smoothly side steps out of the way forcing Jay off balance. When he turns around he is ripped from his vertical stance flat down onto his back with a deep arm drag from Zessy. Zessy hangs on to try and wrench back to apply pressure onto the upper shoulder area of a prone Jay. Jay uses his agility though to get up onto his feet before floating around swiftly behind Zesboca reversing the hold into a hammerlock. Zessy is not without her own resources though as she spins about before whipping Jay around and into the ropes. Zessy tries to catch a rebounding Bain with a Front Kick but Jay is able to drop down rolling from harm’s way. Jay bounds up to his feet as Zessy recovers turning about and is able to catch the speeding foot of Bain heading towards her throat. Now holding Bain off balance in an awkward position Zessy seems to have the upper hand. That is until Jay spins around seemingly defying gravity as he twirls about catching Zessy in her jaw with the Dragon Whip. JH: Impressive showing from the rookie. CM: I have seen it all before. Show me something new and I will be interested. CL: I wonder if the new Sin City will be coming out soon….. JH: You have the focus of a dyslexic four year old. Pay attention to the match for Christ’s sake. Jay peels the succubus Zessy from the mat before whipping her down onto her back with a simple firemen’s carry. A quick tag sends Priest up to the top rope before he glides though the air before he crash lands his knee straight into the porcelain doll face of the exposed Zesboca. Priest wastes no time yanking her straight up and hooks her arms up behind her back. Priest flings her though the air soaring down from the Double Arm Suplex. Zessy slams down onto her spine and arches up in agony. She rolls over and makes the tag into Shaun Wilson though sparing her anymore pain for the moment and allows her to catch her breath. Priest tries to rush at Wilson as he climbs in but Shaun leaps perfectly upwards and nails Priest right in his kisser with the soles of his boots. Priest falls down from the impact of Wilson’s Standing Dropkick. CM: I wonder if Priest is going to be able to serve his sermons after that kick to his God loving mouth. JH: You know you are probably going to hell. CL: I don’t believe in hell. JH: And you are definitely going there. Wilson waits for Priest to get back up to his feet and then leaps back into the air for another kick. This time Wilson catches Priest in the side of his skull with a Spinning Wheel Kick that rocks Priest backwards. Taking control of the stunned Priest, Wilson locks on a Full Nelson before popping his hips flipping Priest into the air for a Dragon Suplex. Using his flexibility Shaun hangs on arching back to keep the cover on. [align=center]One Two Thr…With Shaun arched over, Jay breaks the count by Slingshoting over the top rope nailing Shaun with an Elbow Drop.[/align] Jay pulls Shaun up to his feet but Wilson breaks away before tossing Bain over the top rope back to the outside. Before Priest can really recover he finds himself at a bad angle dropping down on his the base of his neck. Shaun goes back to his corner after the neckbreaker buys him time. Zessy comes back into the ring with Priest trying to shake the cobwebs. Zessy is able to bring Priest sprawling across her knee with a Back Breaker. She seems fired up now as she wraps those lovely long arms around the neck straightening him up for a Russian Leg Sweep. Jay once again gets involved though and this time he is far more effective. The Diving Back Elbow catches Zessy right into the sternum knocking her off of Priest. Wilson tries to help out his partner but Jay is able to use his own body weight to take both men sprawling out of the ring. Zessy is gasping for air as she gets onto her knees. Priest doesn’t allowing her to recover as he avalaches ontop of her locking on The McConnaigh Special! Zessy has no chance of escaping and is forced to give up. MA: Here are your winners, Jay Bain and Priest! The two teams stare down at one another as the smoke settles. They stand off from one another licking their wounds but they seem willing to go another few rounds if need be. The tension drains though as the Tag Team Champions appear on stage. 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| Crimson Shards | Sep 8 2007, 03:23 AM Post #4 |
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MA: The following Tag Team contest is scheduled for One Fall, to a Fifteen Minute Time Limit! As the opening sirens to Hadouken’s “That Boy That Girl” hit the speakers the arena is plunged into darkness. Bright yellow strobes begin to randomly search the auditorium but we all know where they’re going to land. As the vocals kick in the strobes group together on the entrance and illuminate the world’s greatest Australian luchadora, La Lesbiana Fantascia! MA: Introducing first, from Somewhere along the Mexico/Australia Border, weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Thirty Five pounds… La Lesbiana Fan-TAS-Tica!!! She appears with one arm thrust into the air to roaring cheers from the FIW crowd. With the arena still blacked out and only the strobes bringing any light to the proceedings, Lesbiana skips down the steps and bounces her way along the aisle. Upon reaching the ring she climbs up onto the apron and heads for the nearest turnbuckle, which she quickly scales and throws her arms up to yet more cheers. She leaps over the ropes and pelts across the ring to the opposite turnbuckles, climbing them in a split second and repeating the performance. As she drops back into the ring the lights come back up and the music slowly fades, and the lucahdora extraordinaire awaits the beginning of her match. The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy. [align=center]Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of five people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal...for some random reason... Just then, from behind the curtain walks out the Lord of Cambridgeshire himself, Sir Colbert Tottington, followed by his companion Lord General Mortimer Igneous. Colbert is wearing his wrestling gear, while the Lord General is wearing an his beefeater outfit.. They both grin, as the crowd boo the two "Brits".Colbert and the Lord General are not paying attention, and instead they start to make there way down the ramp. [align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire Fire[/align] MA: And her partner, accompanied by Lord General Mortimer Igneous, from Cambridge, England, My Ass, weighing 240lbs *sigh*....SIR COLBERT TOTTINGTON! Colbert seems rather annoyed by the unconvincing introduction. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the Lord General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Colbert gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just purely ignored by Sir Colbert, enjoying the imaginary cheers that he hears in his mind. Eventually the Lord General comes over and gets down on one knee, then holding his two hands out. Colbert uses this as a sort of step, placing his foot in the General's hands and stepping down onto the canvas once more. General Mortimer gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Colbert then waits for the match to begin. 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. -The Screen turns blue as an electric tone plays, halfway between the sound of a substation and overlying aircraft, when the screen flashes- NO WORDS -the tone oscillating and gaining pitch before- CAN DESCRIBE -shattered by a discordant but rhythmic guitar chord with an overlying drum beat that makes it visceral in it's intensity...- MA: And her partner, from Beyond The Grave, My Ass, weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Eighty pounds… PHILLIS BAAAATHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOORYYYYYYYYY 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... CM: Wow, all these people from Mike Anderson’s Ass… He allows his fingers to trail the edge of the hands that reach from the crowd, but his eyes never leave the ring... there is something Manic within them, their stare too wide, unblinking, his breath uncommonly quick, a suggestion in both his manner and posture that suggesting frightening intensity... As he gets closer to the ring his agitation increases... -The Hypnotic guitar riff plays on as an undertone evolves, seething beneath the surface and gaining urgency...- Phyllis circles the ring, his pace quickening, his agitation and enthusiasm mirroring the change in the music... He suddenly darts for the ring, sliding the ropes and running at the turnbuckle- -The undertone quickly becomes an overtone, dwarfing the original riff as inhuman howls match it with almost human words...- Phyllis runs up the ropes... -the screen bursts into flames- Phyllis tears off the Caple-like overcoat and snarls at the crowd... -Humanesque shadows writhe in the flames as pitiful alien noises play across 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... And just like the Rugby World Cup, we are ready to begin! The two Flycore Warriors have graciously allowed the two Hellcats to start off this match and so we begin. [align=center]Ba-Ding![/align] And we’re away, with the calm, circling Hellcats. Roxie seems to be in two minds about shaking hands with her heroine at the beginning, but in the end, she settles for a tie-up and the classic shoving match ensues, at least until LLF hits an Arm Drag. Roxie gets right up, and gets in one, two of her own and she’s off to an early advantage. CM: Woohoo! Not just a Chick Fight, but a Lesbian Chick Fight! CL: Lesbians who could kick your ass any day of the week. CM: Mmm… Kinky… The Arm-drag battle continues, although the word ‘battle’ implies something a little more even. What we’re getting right now is a long succession of arm-drags, which completely disorients the luchadora, until she staggers back to her corner to tag out. JH: That’s not very nice. CL: Tonight’s news: Sun Sets, World Turns and this just in: Colbert Tottington is a Heel! Seriously, Bitchen, what were you expecting? Roxie, to her credit, rolls away and just glares at Col from one knee. Phyllis, tags himself in, hops the top rope and goes for a few arm-drags of his own. Not a one of them succeeds. The lack of training, or indeed sense, begins to show, and eventually the champion shows him how it’s done, with the arm-drag and the arm-bar to go with it. CL: This guy’s worse than Chip. He doesn’t know an Arm-bar from his own ass! CM: He knows an eye-rake though… JH:But that’s not even a proper wrestling hold! CM: It isn’t? The rather illegal escape works for the moment, and Phyllis gets to work on his next brilliant scheme: A Hammerlock. As far as I can tell, this is the only wrestling hold he does know how to do properly, so he may be relying on it a lot. In a classic WOS moment, Colbert manages a snapmare reversal, with a seated chinlock that comes just a fraction too slowly, seeing as the not so dead undead wriggles it into a hammerlock. Snapmare, rinse, repeat. JH: I never thought I would say this, but there are shades of the Destroyer in Phyllis Bathory’s performance here tonight. CM: You mean like persistently going back to the same god-awful hold time and again? Oh please god, no… And just like that, the use of the one hold is explained. Unfortunately, there are a number of differences between Phyllis Bathory and the Destroyer, not least of which Dick Beyer was huge, and Phyllis Bathory is not, this allows a rather impatient Colbert Tottington to elbow his way out, and start beating down the Goth Kid with back elbows to break the hold, and a Discus Clothesline to send him down for a pin attempt. [align=center]One! Colbert Breaks It Himself!![/align] Obviously the Knight of the Realm wants to beat down Bathory a little more, in the guise of educating him about some more wrestling move, for example the CL: I offer that as proof of the utter futility of high-flying. [align=center]One! Two!! Colbert Reluctantly Saves His Partner!!![/align] Since it’s obvious he doesn’t have too much regard for his partner’s ability, Colbert makes a reluctant save. He has been making an effort though, so he carries on stomping on Phyllis, who made the pinfall attempt after LLF crashed and burned, all the way back to Roxie’s tag, which strangely Phyllis doesn’t take. In fact, he’s even so good as to prod LLF back towards the Heel’s corner so that Colbert can have another go. CM: Tally Ho, Old Boy! JH: … Eh? Was that a roll up from Phyllis? An Actual Wrestling Move? CL: No, just an illusion. [align=center]One! Two!! Three??? NO!!! The Save Came Just In Time!!![/align] Phyllis had the match won! Well, there’s the small matter of LLF being the legal woman, but anyone pointing that out is missing the point: Phyllis came within a whisker of snatching a fall from Sir Colbert! A bemused smile creeping over the edges of the face painted man's lips because of this. And look, Phyllis has a small measure of skill: he can counter an LLF ‘Rana with a Sit Out Powerbomb!!! [align=center]One! Two!! Three??? NO!!! Once Again, The Save Came Just In Time!!![/align] That’s twice in the space of a half a minute that Bathory could have taken the match! Madness! Although there’s the small matter for the low-alt spear that Tottington made the save with, and the mounted slapping that follows, on account of Colbert still having enough of his composure to not have to flail wildly. Unfortunately for Col, he’s still the illegal man, and so has to get off after the customary 5 seconds. This allows Phyllis to escape and this time he actually makes the tag to Roxie! CM: Yay! Back to the Girl on Girl! Hitchen inevitably chides him for the use of the term “girl on girl,” but it doesn’t matter; Roxie is quite quickly getting worked up at La Lesbiana, stomping away at her arms before she can get up. Soon enough, LLF is back to her feet, before being absolutely belted back down to the floor by Roxie’s fist! JH: Good Sweet Christ! She’s going to break her arms, with that Mafioso Thumb Breaker type thing! CL: Next best thing to blood those are, broken bones. JH: You are sick… But we already knew that… [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner, by Submission, the team of Phyllis Bathory and Roxie GalanoochiEEEeee!!! The Fantastic Lesbian has submitted, and by the sounds of her screaming, is still submitting, and will probably continue to submit to this hold until someone removes Miss Galanoochie from her arms. Her partner for the evening might do something about this situation, if hadn’t been spending the last few moments introducing Phyllis Bathory to the guardrails. CL: Ahh, the Flycore Division, All Mayhem, All The Time. JH: But at what cost? What Cost? [align=center]CRACK!!![/align] JH: ... Jon Hitchen is struck dumb. As is most of the arena, for that matter. The referee has finally prised Roxie off, although moments too late, and even then, possibly only because Roxie wanted to be prised off. 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| Crimson Shards | Sep 8 2007, 03:28 AM Post #5 |
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MA: The following contest is a non-title match set for one fall! Sun shine lollipops and rainbows everything is wonderful is what I feel when we're together! Brighter than a lucky penny when y*u hear the raindr*ps disap*ear* de*r and I fe*l so *ine just *o k*ow t**t yo* are mine! The slow opening of Blood, milk, and sky signals for the lights to slowly die down until there is nothing but a flashing strobelight facing the entrance. The siren sings a Lonely song of all the Wants and hungers of all the Wants and hungers After moments when the music starts to pick up, Crackerjack moves onto the stage slowly and stands at the stages’ edge right at the stairs. Looking down to the left, Crackerjack suddenly jerks his head to the right to get a full glance in that direction. Moving forward again slowly, Crackerjack makes his way down the three steps one at a time. MA: On his way to the ring first, from the alleys of New York City, weighing THREE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN POUNDS, he is the FIW Undisputed INTERNNNNATIONAL CHAMPION! CRAAAAACKERJAAAAAACK! 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. CL: I don’t know if the UIC is fully on Nightmare’s mind going into this match, considering what Crackerjack did to Elrick last week. JH: I wouldn’t honestly be surprised if he goes into this match with high impact as his offense and hate in his heart. He’s going to have to if he wants to defeat the International Champion tonight. CM: I’m predicting tonight that Crackerjack’s gonna’ give a repeat performance of his match with Elrick, only one difference—he’s gonna’ do us all a favor and put Nightmare out of wrestling forever! [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. JH: The former Slam! World Heavyweight Champion looks ready to go, folks! CL: Shit, look at his eyes. I wouldn’t wanna’ be Crackerjack right now, Nightmare looks ready to fucking KILL and he needs that killer instinct if he’s going to win. [align=center]*DING DING DING*[/align] Nightmare must have heard Constance as the bell rang, because immediately he charges Crackerjack while he’s dropping his coat to the outside, splashing him chest first into the corner! The huge UIC staggers out to the center of the ring, being peppered by right handed fist-bombs from his almost equally large opponent, Nightmare thinks he’s got some momentum going and fires himself into the ropes, coming back right into a huge boot from Crackerjack! Jack hauls the dazed Oregonian to his feet and DRILLS him with a hard back elbow, staggering him into the corner where Jack charges, looking to mash him into the buckle with a clothesline but he eats a masked faceful of foot! Jack staggers back and Nightmare charges forward, whipping him into the opposite corner where Jack bounces off with enough velocity that he walks right into a SPINEBUSTER from the Prince of Pain! Nightmare very intelligently stays on top of the champ for the cover.. [align=center]1.. 2.. Kickout![/align] JH: Tremendous power! Nightmare got his bell rung from that VICIOUS shot from Crackerjack, but he bounced back and took the big man down! CL: This is gonna be a fucking war, I can feel it! Night stays on top of Crackerjack, applying a front facelock to keep the big man down, when Crackerjack gets up to a knee quickly to break the hold Night shuts him down with a HARD knee strike to the gut, but the second time Crackerjack gets up all the way to his feet and hucks Nightmare across the ring with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Nightmare hits the mat hard and comes up holding his neck, Crackerjack follows up by WIPING him out with a clothesline lariat that hits right on the mark! Nightmare goes down HARD again and Crackerjack covers him with a forearm across the face.. [align=center]1.. 2.. KICKOUT![/align] JH: Not a very powerful kickout like we’re used to from the big man, Crackerjack’s throwing some heavy lumber! CL: Look out, it’s going to the floor! Indeed it is as Crackerjack has just chucked Nightmare to the floor, picking him up after heading to the floor himself and Irish Whipping him HARD into the stairs, Nightmare lowers his head once he nears the stairs and crashes into them shoulder first, a loud BANG resonating through the arena as Nightmare tries to get up, only to be put back down by a shot right to the ribs from the International Champion. CM: Hahaha! Grimace is getting decimated! Finish him, Jack, ruin him like you ruined Elrick! CL: Not a chance! Nightmare may be a hotheaded idiot, but there’s no way he’s gonna let this freak get away with what he did! Nightmare’d sooner fucking die! Jack now rolls Nightmare back into the ring, not wasting any time Jack picks up Nightmare and loads him up powerbomb style, the International Champion rushes and BOUNCES NIGHTMARE BACK FIRST OFF THE TURNBUCKLE, THE PRINCE OF PAIN HITTING HARD FACEFIRST! Crackerjack lifts him up to all fours to KICK him hard in the ribs and make him roll over so he can try another pin.. CL: Kick out! JH: Look at you, cheering Nightmare on! CL: He’s Revolution, Bitchen, and as I said, any friend of Tier’s is a friend of mine! [align=center]1.. 2.. KICKOUT AGAIN![/align] JH: He’s still in it! What does Crackerjack have to do to put him down! CL: I think he’s got an idea, Jack’s looking to throw him outside again! CM: Get a chair or something, Crackerjack! Bust his fucking head open! Crackerjack does head to throw him through the ropes but Nightmare fires a couple elbows to his gut to get free, Crackerjack staggers over to the ropes and Nightmare CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR! This act brings apparent disgust to the painted features of the man in the front row, who whispers to his cloaked comrade in the wheel chair. Crackerjack lands on his feet though and runs into the railing with the momentum, Nightmare exits to the outside and sensing the advantage leaps off the apron with a double axehandle but Crackerjack moves, making Nightmare hit ribs first onto the railing! [align=center]1! 2![/align] Crackerjack fires a headbutt that knocks Nightmare down, the railing the only thing keeping him up. Jack then lifts Nightmare back up but Nightmare smacks his hands away, rocking him with a couple haymakers, before trying to send him into the rail but Jack reverses it and slams his opponent’s head into the steel! JH: It has broken down here! These two MAMMOTHS are brawling and probably can’t even hear the 10 count! [align=center]4! 5![/align] Crackerjack now sets up to irish whip Nightmare into the timekeeper’s table, but the Prince of Pain reverses it at the last second, sending Crackerjack wailing into the table and sending Timmy the Timekeeper running for cover! Jack hits the table with a terrific crash, and Nightmare, yelling to the crowd while he’s pointing to Crackerjack, is telling Kansas City he’s only just begun! He advances on Crackerjack, stomping him once before picking him up to hit another hard right but instead gets ELEVEN POUNDS OF GOLD TO THE FACE! JH: WHAT THE HELL! Nightmare just got knocked out with the UIC right in front of the ref! This match is over! CM: I went temporarily blind for a second, Hitchen, what’d you see? MA: Your winner by disqualification…NIGHTMARE! The crowd cheers this result obviously but when Crackerjack picks up Nightmare to lead him towards the ringpost they start to boo, seeing a huge gash that is just cascading blood down Nightmare’s face. Crackerjack pushes Nightmare against the post, raising the belt that has Elrick’s dried blood still on the faceplate! JH: You put that the FUCK down, Crackerjack! Crackerjack charges, but hits nothing but steel, Nightmare moved out of the way! YAKUZA Kick takes the big men both down, and security takes the opportunity to swarm the ring to separate the two man-mountains, Nightmare still bleeding profusely, but agreeing to cooperate with the security as they lead him away…wait…he has something in his hand…THE CROWD ROARS! JH: Nightmare! He’s got the Undisputed International Title! CM: GIVE THAT BACK! MURDER! THEFT! POLICE! FUCKING TREASON! Nightmare indeed has Crackerjack’s championship belt, and the small army of security is doing everything they can to keep Crackerjack off of Nightmare who is SCREAMING for his belt, the Prince of Pain now standing at the top of the ramp, the crimson mask shining on his face as he holds the UIC high with one hand, flashing the Revolution sign with the other and yelling at ‘Jack to come and take it from him before he slings the belt over his shoulder and disappears backstage, “The Great American Nightmare” reprising over the speakers. CL: I have to hand it to Nightmare, he was really thinking on his feet! Crackerjack hates the fucking title so much, why not steal it from him! JH: The fact remains that Nightmare has stolen the Undisputed International Championship, and the question is what will Crackerjack do to regain it! |
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| Crimson Shards | Sep 8 2007, 03:31 AM Post #6 |
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Cochise by Audioslave begins to play. The lights on the crowd fade lower as the intro continues, but not completely off, leaving the path to the ring lit brightly. The main riff hits and there is a big, quick, explosion of pyro. Just afterwards Liam steps out from the back. He soaks up the atmosphere for a minute before continuing to walk down to the ring. His smile beams throughout the arena as he makes his way to the ring, and when he gets there jumps over the ropes turning round to look at the all of the crowd before picking a turnbuckle to ascend to thank the fans. The music fades, and Liam jumps back down to the canvas. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tornado tag-team street fight! Introducing first, LIAM MORRRRTEEEELLLL!!! 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: And his partner, AAAAASSSHHHH KOOOOOOOOPAAAAAAAHHHH!!! 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. Of course, it happens pretty swift as Daisuke the Crow Tanaka and Mr. Blonde slide under the ropes out of absolutely nowhere. MA doesn't bother announcing, they just ring the bell. They know what's about to happen. [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] Tanaka and Blond start off the match by a joint charging Knuckle Arrow and a rolling Koppu Kick to poor Liam Mortell. A mild applause with an equally mild look of being impressed from the face painted man sitting beside his wheel chair bound friend. This, of course, knocks him to the ground where Mr. Blond grabs him by the shoulders and hauls him to his feet, Daisuke instead turning to battle with Ash. JH: Strong start by the Tanaka Zaibatsu, but I think Ash and Mortell can keep pace! CM: I think you can keep a dick in your mouth for longer than it takes to finish this match. I'd like to test this theory, Conse? CL: Um, how about "no" on fulfilling those gay fantasies of yours, Chippy? CM: I... I just wanted him to shut up. Not a gay-- CL: Whatever. JH: Well aside from all this hideous mouth-sex commentary, we'll notice that Ash has Daisuke in a side headlock and Mr. Blond is just MERCILESSLY stomping on Liam Mortell in the corner. Liam is leaning against the bottom ropes, getting his kidneys tattooed with Blond's dress shoes. Blond decides this is boring and rolls outside, throwing up the apron and fetching two kendo sticks, one which he tucks into his pants. The other he wields like a baseball bat, CRACKING it over the back of Ash's head and forcing a break to the side headlock. Blond hands the stick off to Tanaka who BREAKS IT ACROSS ASH'S SPINE, SENDING THE KOOPAMANIAC TO HIS KNEES!!! JH: HARD shots from those damn Kendo sticks-- CL: Oh don't even start, Bitchen. We know you hate hardcore. Well we hate you, so bite on that. Blond swings his kendo stick but before the hammer falls he gets an open-handed chop across the chest that sends Blond stumbling backward. A charging forearm followed by three or four extra forearms to the mush cause Blond to drop his kendo stick and get caught up against the ropes. He risks his shoulder to lift Blond up and rotates, SLAMMMMING Blond spine-first into the mat! JH: Amazing SPINEBUSTAAH! Daisuke launches a few kicks to the back of Ash's head, knocking him over onto all fours. Daisuke then gets on his back, clubbing him with a few cross-face punches before rolling him up in some sort of newfangled crazy rolling cradle. Fuzz stops watching Liam bury mounted punches to Blond's face and skids over to count. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! NO! Ash kicks out![/align] CM: I don't know if you know this, guys, but Daisuke is also a wrestler over at independent promotion run by Bill Kuriyama, 13th Story Wrestling. JH: 13th Story Wrestling? You don't say. CL: I hear the commentator over at 13th Story Wrestling is a respectable guy. JH: Bazztard? CL: No, the awesome one. Cam. CM: People with C names are awesome. High five Conse! CL: No. Daisuke backs away and lets Ash get up, poised to strike and Liam moves away from Blond to CHOP BLOCK DAISUKE IN HIS BAD KNEE!! JH: What a calculated attack on Daisuke the Crow! Liam may have just changed the tide of this match! Ash wobbles to his feet and sees Liam cranking a sideways knee wrench on Daisuke. Daisuke seems to be looking like he's about to throw up, and Ash smiles and gets in his face, screaming such gems as "WHATCHA GONNA DOOOO BROTHER!?" until the black trickle down Daisuke's mouth signals Ash should get the fuck out of the way. Ash does, but it's far too late as his GETS A FACEFULL OF BLACK MIST!!! CL: BLACK MIST!! BLACK MIST!! YESSS!!! JH: Ash just got a FACEFUL of that black mist! CM: The deadliest mist known to man! Ash stumbles wildly and almost comically about as he claws at his eyes burning with Daisuke's inner fire. Liam looks up and expresses sympathy for his friend, and that's about all he manages to do as Mr. Blond comes out of NOWHERE with a bokken in his fists, CRACKING IT DOWN ACROSS LIAM'S SHOULDER!!! JH: DAAAANGEEERRROUUUUUSSSSS~~!!! CL: AN EYE FOR A FUCKING EYE!! You work Dai's knee, YOU GET YOUR FUCKIN' SHOULDER CRACKED!!! JH: I don't like Liam and Ash's chances in the match now! Dai gets a bit of a charge going before NAILING ANOTHER RUNNING KOPPU KICK TO--NOO!! ASH CATCHES THE KICK AND PULLS DAISUKE UPWARD, STEPPING INTO A PILEDRIVER POSITION, LOCKING IN A WAISTLOCK AND-- JH: EIGHTY EIGHT COMEBACK SPECIAL!!!! Daisuke's head BOUNCES OFF THE MAT from Ash's piledriver, which he seems happy about having accidentally executed. He busies himself using Daisuke's schoolboy uniform to wipe the mist out of his eyes as Blond gets in a low bushido stance to attack Liam. Now paying attention, Liam hard-forearms the bokken away, BUSTING Blond in the head with a quick shining Enziguri! JH: The Team With No Name is making one hell of a comeback! With Blond on the mat, Liam quickly swivels to lock in an arm triangle choke! Blond struggles against the hold, but it's clear he's feeling sleepy since his kick to the nugget. Fuzz gets in Blond's face and asks for the tap... asks for the submission... JH: Will he tap!? CL: Never! CM: I second that never. JH: Well I guess you're both liars. Blond can't stand the pain and with his free arm, taps out! [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] MA: Your winners... by submission... Ash Koopa and Liam Mortell!!! Liam releases the hold to stand up and celebrate, but almost as soon as he does, Daisuke JAMS his thumbs into Ash Koopa's eyes, backing the Koopamaniac off him for long enough to spring up and LAUNCH another volley of black mist into Liam Mortell's face! JH: GOD DAMMIT!!! Blond gets up off the mat, hitting himself in the forehead to snap out of the dreamy state he's in as Daisuke crows orders to him. Blond nods and sees Ash running in to intercept, so he charges forward and NAILS HIM IN THE BALLS WITH A QUIFF KICK!!! CM: HA! So THAT'S what happens when you Quiff Kick a person who's standing! Ash doubles over onto the mat and Blond immediately goes outside, grabbing a table to set it up between the apron and the guard fences. JH: Now what the hell are these degenerates doing!? Fuzz toes Liam with his shoe, asking if he's "OK, dude?" Meanwhile, Blond wrangles Ash above the ropes in a powerbomb position, leaving Daisuke to springboard off one set of ropes and SQUARE INTO ASH KOOPA WITH A FLYING KICK THAT KNOCKS HIM OUT OF BLOND'S GRIP AND THROUGH THE SETUP TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!! JH: GOOOOD SWEEET CHRIIIIIIIIST!!! CM: OH MY GOOOOODDDD!!! JH: ASH IS DEAAADDDDDD!!! CL: Oh he is not. JH: DDDDDEEEAAAAAAADDDDDDD!!! Black Feather Orchestra's X starts chirping up and Daisuke and Blond make the NINJA LUV pose together. CL: Well, Ash and Liam might've won the match, but I'd say this victory goes to Dai and Blond. JH: GOOOD SWEET CHRIST!!! CL: Stop that. Shawni Tifftin walks through the halls of the Sprint Center looking around as the sounds of the crowd echo from far off. Shawni stops and turns towards a water cooler. Pulling off two separate cups, Shawni fills the second one and places the first back with the others. Her cup filled, Shawni slowly brings it up and does a close inspection of the cup making sure that it's indeed clean. Taking a small sip, Shawni looks around as she swishes around in her mouth. Finally, after shrugging, Shawni goes to take another sip but freaks out when she looks across the hall. Dropping her cup, Shawni grabs hold of the first person that passes by and points to the wall. Shawni: What is that? The stagehand looks towards the wall and shrugs before looking back at Shawni. Stagehand: It's this promo thing the FIW is holding. Shawni: Promo? Stagehand: Yea. They're running this thing about gates and such. Shawni: Oh...why? Stagehand: Nobody really knows. It's been going on for a while though and-- Shawni: So they're advertising something nobody knows about? Ha! Surely you can't be serious about that? After advertising it continuously? And nobody knows anything? Hm, Roxie must really need my help if these are the kind of people running this company. Do tell her that I dropped by. And with that Shawni begins to walk down the hall. As she does, she passes by a door that soon opens. Out steps Roxie who heads towards the cooler, notices Shawni along the way, spins around before completing her trek, and heads back into her locker room closing her door. |
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| Crimson Shards | Sep 8 2007, 03:35 AM Post #7 |
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a special ARMs Division EX match for the FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIONSHIP! The action will be split up into three ten-minute rounds, the first man to earn a knockout, submission or win the judges’ decision at the end of those rounds will be the winner and the Fighting Spirit Champion! The Drake Love entrance video begins to roll on the Global-Tron as AFI's Prelude 12-21 begins to blare over the PA system. [align=center][dohtml]<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="444" height="350"></embed></object>[/dohtml][/align] [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promise to depart just promise one thing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. [/align] Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage. [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promised you my heart just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before. MA: Introducing first, he is the special guest referee for this contest….DRAAAAAKE! LOOOOOOOOOVE![/b] [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead. [align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me. This is what I thought, so think me naive I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, ) Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] The 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: “And now the participants! Entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighing in at 211 pounds, he is the FIW Fighting Spirit Champion…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!” [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it?[/align] Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting the match to begin. CL: This is Grant Rice’s time, gentlemen! This is his time to step up and show exactly why you shouldn’t fuck with The Revolution! CM: You backing up Grimace’s partner? Shock and awe! CL: Any friend of Tier’s is a friend of mine, Martin. Everybody can’t be your boyfriend, whatsisname, Sean Madrox? CM: Don’t talk about Sean like that! [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] JH: Here comes the hometown boy! LISTEN TO THIS RESPONSE! MA: The opponent and challenger, he weighs 248 pounds and represents the Revolution, KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI’S OWN….GRAAAAANT! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!! 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. JH: The crowd is SOLIDLY behind Grant Rice here as the referee is distributing the weapons now, Grant Rice of course is going to be wielding that weapon that Nightmare made so famous on Slam! and NGIW back in the day..That steel chair, covered in broken glass. I didn’t stutter, BROKEN FUCKING GLASS. This is going to be hard to watch. CL: Oh, hell yeah. Redrum rides again, ladies and gentlemen, and in the hands of Grant Rice, that beautiful red liquid is going to be in abundance tonight! Hahahaha! CM: That weapon should be illegal! The referee shows the title to Grant Rice, he puts a hand on it and then the ref hands him Redrum, Grant Rice holding the chair high to a huge amount of cheers, a chant starting of “FUCK HIM UP” ringing through the arena, showing Kansas City’s loyalty to their hometown soldier. Ethan is trying to get the crowd to shut up so he can focus on the match, but the “FUCK HIM UP” chants only serve to get louder, Grant nodding to the beat of it. The referee then gets Ethan’s weapon passed to him and gives it to the First Wonder of the World, it turning out to be an aluminum baseball bat. The referee then calls for the bell! *DING DING* JH: Here we go, Fighting Spirit title on the line! The crowd ROARS for Grant Rice as he comes out and immediately feints away from a vicious swing by Ethan Adams, the FSC looking to take his knees out with the bat, Grant tells Ethan to ‘BRING IT ON!’ as Ethan takes a wild swing, overcome with anger as he tries to level Grant in the head with the bat, Grant avoids the swing and SMASHES REDRUM OVER HIS BACK! Ethan arches in pain as the glass digs into his flesh, Grant having to rip away the chair to display the bloody results! The Kansas City crowd roars their thundering approval, attesting to how loud they are for their Kansas City Chiefs, as Grant raises the chair high for the crowd, only for his little celebration to be silenced by a bat to the lower back! Grant goes down, hanging onto his weapon, and Ethan drives the bat into his knee! CM: So much for it being Grant’s TIME, huh, Bitchen! Ethan’s now choking Grant with the bat, telling Drake to call for the bell since apparently Ethan heard Grant give up, but normally when someone swings over their own head to nail you with a chair, which is exactly what Grant has just done to escape the chokehold, normally that says you’re not ready to give up yet. Grant is coughing and spluttering as Ethan is down, trying to get back to his feet, thankfully having been hit by the side that DIDN’T have glass glued to it, clutching the bat in his hands, Grant’s been stunned enough by the chokehold though to allow Ethan to hold it lengthwise and drive it right into his stomach, before clanging the bat off his head, knocking the KC Native for a loop, Redrum barely grasped in his hands! JH: That’s trouble! What a shot by Ethan Adams! CL: Come on, Grant! Do this for Tier! For the Revolution! FOR HORRORCORE, CTHULHU DAMN YOU! Drake starts the standing 10 count to check for a knockout, while Ethan stands over him, clutching the bat which has a little blood smeared on it, we can see Grant’s got a busted nose from the bat, causing him to bleed everywhere. 1! “GRANT RICE, GRANT RICE” 2! “GRANT RICE, GRANT RICE” JH: Wow, Grant was right! These Kansas City fans are RABID! 3! “GRANT RICE, GRANT RICE” CL: Grant’s up! The match is on! Grant is indeed up, bleeding heavily from the nose as he gets hit with a kick to the gut, Grant still hanging onto Redrum, Ethan whips him into the ropes but Grant reverses it, making Grant drop the chair, Drake starts counting and gets to three when Ethan throws a PUNISHING lariat that Grant ducks, picking up Redrum, chucking it to Ethan and then KICKING IT BACK INTO HIS FACE WITH AN UZI!! Grimacing over the maneuver, the face painted man in a crimson trench coat in the front row looks to his cloaked comrade. JH: UZI! UZI! UZI! The pro-Grant Rice crowd EXPLODES when Grant connects with the Yakuza kick, dropping Ethan like he just got shot…y’know…Uzi? Heh. Anyway, Ethan’s bleeding pretty fucking badly right now but somehow he’s still trying to get up, still trying to show his challenger that he won’t go down easy. Drake gets to about a 4 count on Ethan when he finally gets to his feet, Ethan looking PISSED now as Grant comes over with Redrum in his hands, trying to keep the advantage on but Ethan cracks him right in the gut, baseball-swing style with the bat! He raises it up and SMASHES it over Grant Rice’s back, making the Revolutionary SCREAM in pain and go to his knees, but before Ethan can club him over the head with the bat, the bell sounds signaling the end of the first round! Drake dives inbetween them to break it up, Ethan staring at Drake with fire in his eyes as he’s ushered to the corner, Grant getting up and heading to his own, just STARING Drake and Ethan down as he waits, favoring his back. CL: That might unfortunately be a weakpoint for Grant in this match, having taken as much damage to the back as he has taken! JH: We’ll find out, round 2 is on! CM: Fuck him up, Ethan! Put Grant Rice in his grave right here in Kansas City! *DING DING* Ethan comes out guns blazing, now kicking Grant’s knee so that he’s down to one knee before running forward and dropkicking him right in the face, worsening the blood flow from Grant’s nose! Grant lets go from Redrum on impact and Drake, calling the match beautifully gets right on it, starting the count as Ethan prepares to lift up and drive down the bat, but Grant Rice rolls out of the way! Ethan turns around and gets COLD COCKED by Redrum again! Ethan’s face is now the proverbial crimson mask as he stumbles to his feet, Grant Rice grinning madly through the blood cascading out of his nose, wanting so desperately to get another shot in! CL: Come on, Ethan! Get up! Get your ass up so Grant Rice can put you down again! Hahaha, this is great! JH: The FSC is in trouble after seemingly having the advantage near the end of round 1! Grant seems to be thinking about something though as Ethan is trying to get over to him, bat in hand and barely conscious on his feet, once Ethan turns around Grant swings him down into a drop toehold, wrapping him up in Straight Mizery and IMMEDIATELY grapevining the leg! The KC crowd EXPLOOOODES as Grant wrenches on the hold for a moment, before reaching for his chair and starting to BEAT IN ETHAN’S LEGS WITH THE CHAIR, KEEPING THEM STEADY WITH GRANT’S OWN LEGS! JH: Oh my GOD! That’s like a version of I Can’t Feel My Legs, the chair-assisted figure four that their esteemed leader, Tier made so famous! Ethan can’t take that much longer! CM: NO! NO! FUCK! NO! HE’S TAPPING! FIW IS OVER! CL: THE REVOLUTION LIVES! LONG LIVE TIER! MA: …GRANT RICE! YOUR WINNER AND NEWWWW FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION IS GRANT RIIIIICE! Grant rolls away after Ethan submits, holding Redrum high in the air, screaming with elation as he slams the ‘R’ sign into his heart, the Kansas City crowd nearly tearing the Sprint Center down with how much they are cheering! Grant Rice is handed the FSC title by Drake Love, having his hand raised by the referee before Drake suddenly hits Grant from behind with a lariat, Ethan Adams now tackling Drake and throwing punches at Drake wildly as they roll out to the floor, both men coming to their feet and trading vicious rights as they go up the aisle! Grant is left to come to while security floods the ramp to separate Drake and Ethan, holding the FSC, wondering if he should join the fun, but shrugs and decides to join another party as he heads out of the ring and over the rail into the crowd to celebrate his victory with Kansas City, Missouri! JH: The Revolution HAS to have momentum now with this HUGE victory! We cut backstage in the Sprint Center to find Toby Bostock ever professional as always in a suit and tie (why?) with a microphone up towards his grinning mouth. Why is he smiling? Toby: Ladies and gentleman, it is my honor to introduce to you an FIW Legend… the greatest hellcat before they even had hellcats… KENNEDY SOMMERS! The camera pans out to show the former Dual Crown Champion and three-time Lady of the Year, indeed standing next to Toby. The Kansas City crowd give their return-sized pop for former FIW competitor before Toby continues. Err, no Kennedy is doing the talking now. Kennedy: Thanks, Toby. Oh, and that’s it. Toby takes his leave. That was a short stay. Oh well. Kennedy turns her attention towards the camera before continuing on with whatever the heck is going on. Kennedy: Hey guys. So you may have heard that I’ve been a tad bit busy since I left that squared circle out there. Well I just returned from Germany where I finished filming my very first major motion picture-- “Resident Evil: City of the Dead”. Pause for crowd pop. Do they pop? Yes, they actually do. Big time RE fans in the crowd. Whoo! Kennedy: Now, nobody has seen not even a single scene from the movie but I figured who better to get that honor than each and every one of you who put me here. Ahhh, good ole fan hugging from an FIW legend. She knows how to work it and the crowd is eating it up. Kennedy: So here you go, FIW. Before I head back to LA, here is the very first sneak peek at the fourth installment of Resident Evil… City of the Dead. Fade to black.
Fade back into Kennedy standing before the ReVolt logo in the Sprint Center. Kennedy: There you have it FIW. I had a wonderful time filming this movie and I hope you all go see the movie in November… Kennedy draws to a halt and looks to the left out of frame. She stares pointedly for a few seconds before asking: Kennedy: Can I help you? The camera man, sensing a better story, swings his camera over to reveal Hutch, standing leaning casually against the wall, grinning at Kennedy. He pushes with his shoulders so he's standing up straight, taking a step toward her, pointing his body in her direction. Hutch: Maybe you can. You see, I've got a problem you could... Hutch tails off, his speech trailing off. He keeps the grin on his face, although it's quite clear he has absolutely no idea how to finish that sentence. He holds up a finger, and retreats around the nearest corner. Kennedy looks dead into the camera, and shrugs, too confused to do anything else. After a couple of seconds, Hutch skids around the corner, and does a double take in Kennedy's direction. Hutch: Kennedy! Wow! What a surprise, I didn't expect to see you. Hutch extends his hand to her, and reflexively, she takes it, although when Hutch tries to pull her hand up towards his lips, she shakes it loose. Hutch's expression never wavers, not letting this setback bother him. Kennedy appears almost amused by his antics, though it's quite obvious she's a little annoyed by the distraction. Hutch: Great to see you back. You look... Yeah, wow. Hotter than the inside of a McDonald's apple pie. Kennedy looks to the side, checking to see if anyone is around to hear the rubbish coming out of Hutch's mouth. As she looks away from him, Hutch balls his hands into fists and mouths "What?!", although when she looks back his expression is exactly the same as when she looked away. Kennedy: As flattering as that… indeed is. I’m kind of in the middle of something here. You know, first-ever sneak peek at my new movie. I mean, yeah it’s great to see you again. It’s been… Christmas? Kennedy tries to remember the last time she and Hutch saw one another. Odds are, Hutch will remember it more fondly than Kennedy. After all, she was almost a totally different person at the time. Kennedy: But I’ve really got a strict schedule to keep here. You know, sneak peek here live, then it’s off to LA for more movie press. So if you don’t mind, I could really use some alone time here. Hutch winks and forms his two fingers into guns, pointing and firing them both at Kennedy. Hutch: Gotcha. Maybe we can get together some time, while you're in town? I mean, I've got a pretty big match tonight, but I could always see you afterwards? Kennedy's mouth twists in an expression of awkwardness, but before she speaks, Hutch jumps in and interrupts. Hutch: But hey, if you want a closer look, you could always meet me down at the ring? See how a REAL man does things, not either of those morons you used to knock about with back in the day. Hutch chuckles to himself and completely misses the expression of annoyance that flickers quickly across Kennedy's face. She meets Hutch's gaze with a smile when he looks back at her face for a reaction. Encouraged, he goes on. Hutch: I mean, I know I'm impressive on TV, but till you've seen me in action... Hutch takes another step... well, not really a step, more of a slide, his shoes squeaking along the floor as he shuffles towards her, tilting his head in her direction. Hutch: ...you ain’t seen anything yet, babe. Hutch winks again, and flicks his hair, not quite realizing his attempts at being suave are just coming across slimier than seaweed. Hutch: But as you say, you've got a strict schedule, and I'd hate to keep you. The invitation's there on the table, you've just got to reach out and take it. Till then, catch you later. Hutch spins around quickly, his head traveling slightly slower than his body, drinking Kennedy in, as he steps behind her and walks off down the corridor, swiveling around to check her out from behind, until she flicks her head around, feeling eyes on her, and Hutch quickly turns around, and pretends to be looking around, before pointing down a corridor as if he remembers where he's meant to be, and quickly making his exit. The scene ends on a confused Kennedy, obliviously annoyed her big sneak peek was just trampled over by FIW’s Playboy. |
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| Crimson Shards | Sep 8 2007, 03:36 AM Post #8 |
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[align=center]I’ve got the stuff that you want I’ve got the things that you need I’ve got more than enough To make you drop to your knees ‘Cuz I’m the queen of the night The queen of the night Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah![/align] As “Queen of the Night” by Kelly Clarkson pounds through the speakers, Jaime Lee skips out onto the stage to a round of cheers from the crowd. She backpedals slightly, hand on her chest as she gazes out with amazement at the jam-packed arena. She hurries down the stairs, skipping her way towards the ring, letting the crowd capture her attention more than they probably should. MA: Making her way to the ring from Aurora, Ohio… JAAAYYYYMMMMMEEEE LLLLLEEEEEEEE!!!!! Jaime slides in underneath the bottom rope, using the middle rope to pull herself up to her feet. She bounces across the ring, jumping up to the second turnbuckle and pumping a fist into the air. She leaps down to the canvas and backs into her corner, psyching herself up for the contest. 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: Her partner, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Detroit, Michigan; ETREEEEEME NINJAAAAAAAAAA! [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. CM: Team Extremely Sexy! CL: Must you say that with so much saliva? The arena lights earn an amber glaze and an impossible amount of red sand, fog, and dust come blowing through the entryway. A vibrating arpeggio rips through our ear-holes to flashing stage strobes. [align=center] Mad awesome guitars burn into our faces and a few acid-green spotlights begin searching through all the amber, looking for the man who appears in the blowing sands. MA: Making his way to the ring... he stands at five-feet, eleven inches and weighs in tonight at TWO hundred TWELVE pounds...... GRRRRRAAYYYYYYYYVEEERRRRRRR!!! The Reject of Rejects steps from between the swirling red dust onstage into the clear, holding his title over his left shoulder and a water bottle in his right hand. [align=center] He drinks deep, observing the crowd before his trek down the walkway to the ring. Graver finally reaches the end of his journey and takes another look around, dousing his head with some of the water to wash the grainy sand from it. [align=center] Graver walks over to the ring apron on the side where the cameras usually point. He finishes his water and tosses it into the crowd, climbing the apron and pausing before raising his arms and SCREEEAAAAAAAAAMING with unholy fury, raising fire from all four turnbuckles with explosive results! [align=center] Graver enters the ring and hands his belt off to the ref, climbing a turnbuckle and making a few gestures to the fans before dismounting into his corner and awaiting the start of the match. 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. MA: His partner, to be accompanied by Lucy, he weighs in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia, the current Dual Crown Champion…XTREEEEEEEEMEE KITTENNNNNNNN! [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: When’s that tank gonna get here? JH: It was a figure of speech. Everyone is saying that that’s the only opponent Xtreme Kitten can’t defeat. Johnson calls for the bell and things start off pretty quickly with Xtreme Kitten and Jaime Lee. The first thing that enters the match? A tie up? A headlock? A handshake? Well if by “hand” you mean “kick” and by “shake” you mean “gut”, then you’d still be wrong! Jaime Lee instead delivers armdrag to the advancing Kitten who quickly rolls through it back to his feet only to be taken down by another one. Kitten responds the same as before and comes right back only to be armdragged…NO! It’s a crucifix! Mark goes down! One! Two! Three! Kickout! No, wait, what? Yes! Xtreme Kitten barely manages to kick out just before the three, so fans that are ready to riot over the shortness of this match sit back down as Kitten stands back up shocked that he nearly lost the match just then with just a simple note of repetition miscalculation. Jaime, who had been on one knee, pushes herself up and tags in Extreme Ninja with a low tag. Mark claps his hands in the air as Ninja and Lee switch roles. JH: Extreme Ninja number two now in the ring with Xtreme Kitten. Both pace around the ring with side steps watching and waiting. Both now go into a tie up! It’s Extreme Ninja who gets the upper hand but Xtreme Kitten pushes him forward towards the ropes. Extreme Ninja comes flying back on his feet but hops over the ducking champion. Extreme Ninja quickly rebounds back and before Xtreme Kitten can fully turn around, he is leap frogged by Extreme Ninja who again rebounds off the ropes. Extreme Ninja comes back and…backdrop! Xtreme Kitten takes Extreme Ninja down…god damn it, this is ridiculous. CL: I think you’re doing a mighty fine job and should continue. Just you. You can be like the next Joey Styles. CM: Yea, he could do it. Xtreme Kitten raises Extreme Ninja (man…) and sends him running towards the top right corner, if you were standing in the entrance way then yea, that corner. Kitten rises up to the bottom rope and begins head butting Ninja who after the third butt seems to have had enough and shoves the Dual Crown champion off. Kitten lands on his back as Ninja rolls to his side of the ring and tags in Jaime. CM: Ninja roll! Jaime enters the ring and catches Kitten just rising to his feet with a few chops knocking the champ back to the ropes. This gets a delighted cackle from the man in the front row sporting face paint and wearing a crimson trench coat. Soon she sends him running to the other side. Jaime runs at the returning champion and connects with a hard clothesline that sends both crashing to the mat. And with that, Jaime quickly back steps her way back into the Extremely Sexy corner. There isn’t anything that makes it stand out other than the slightly hunched over Ninja who is still feeling after shocks from the head butts. Lee opts not to tag him in just yet and decides instead to continue on the offensive. With the champ still down, Jaime starts to walk into the ring and goes to deliver a hard elbow drop but lands solely on the canvas as Kitten rolls out of the way and makes some sort of tag with Graver. Graver looks at the hand which was used in the tag as Kitten points towards Jaime almost commanding him to enter the ring. After a bit of a one sided discussion, Graver starts to enter the ring through the bottom and middle rope only to thrust his shoulders forward about mid way during his entrance into Kitten’s gut. Kitten nearly topples over as Lucy yells out something. Graver pays them no mind as he enters the ring ready to go one, on one, with…Jaime of course. JH: Well, you don’t really see many teams do that with each other. CL: Hey, his hands slipped. He can’t help it. CM: Yea, those ropes are the most sanitary things out there what with sweaty people running into them and such all throughout the night. Graver starts to walk towards his smaller prey as if stalking her ready to strike at any moment. Jaime stands her ground only to back just an inch when Graver made a sudden jolt towards her. It was a fake, as you may tell, seeing as how both Graver and Jaime are still standing there with at least three feet or so in between them. Suddenly it gets a lot shorter as Graver comes in closer. JH: Turn the beat around! CM: Beat? Suddenly it gets a lot longer as Graver takes a few steps back to his side of the ring where Kitten taps his shoulders a little. Graver turns around not expecting the tapping in the first place when suddenly Kitten grabs hold of his head and to the pleasure of Lucy, hot shots his neck off the top rope. Graver rebounds and stumbles back into the ring where both Ninja and Jaime await to deliver a sudden double dropkick knocking Graver onto his back hard. Jaime heads back to the outside. Apparently, while Kitten was giving his partner some “last minute advice”, both members of Extremely Sexy tagged…once again. CL: Damn, those two are tagging in and out so much it almost constitutes as holding hands. Ninja (I’m not writing “Extreme” or “Xtreme” anymore) quickly rebounds off the ropes and connects on Graver with a sudden dropkick to the mid section. Graver responds with this by convulsing for a split second in the area of impact. Ninja goes to deliver another but ends up sliding his legs across the canvas as Graver mounts himself up just enough. Dropping back down from his slight mount, Graver grabs hold of Ninja’s left leg and rolls along the rest of his body snapping the leg back well beyond the upper ninety degree angle it was meant to bend. Ninja lays on his side grabbing hold of his leg as Graver makes his way back up to his feet placing a few stomps down on the same leg. CM: He’s trying to injuruin his leg! JH: What? Ninja tries to crawl back towards his side of the ring but comes up short as Graver continues to place a few stomps down hard. After a stunning elbow drop, Ninja lay on the canvas as Graver goes to gain some momentum for his next move of pure devastation. Graver rests his back against the ropes and bounces a little off of them a couple of time before heading back for Graver. CL: Is he trying to give him a head butt? JH: Not from that distance. Graver lands face first on the canvas as Kitten walks away from the apron back up to his corner. How interesting that he was around Graver when he fell. No wait, the other word…tedious. Graver looks back to his corner to find Kitten standing there watching only Ninja and Lee who are both in his line of sight so he’s not cross eyed or anything. Graver slaps the canvas and starts to get back up to his feet as Ninja reaches out and tags in Jaime who quickly enters the ring and brings the forearms to Graver who just gets to his feet. The reject of rejects (there, now you can stop waiting) is sent against the ropes but kept there as Jaime delivers such harsh chops that her left leg is somewhat raised through the air. It’s as though she practically hops into each chop while spinning at the same time. CM: You know, I never really understood the whole “reject of rejects” thing. I mean, isn’t being a reject as low as you can go in that aspect? And what kind of rejects are we talking about here? CL: Now’s the time of the night where I just ignore what’s going on beside me and actually pay attention to the match. Jaime slowly starts to alternate between chops and forearms each arm given the specific duty which it keeps to. Finally, Graver gets a sense of the rhythm and delivers a hard kick to the side of Jaime’s leg which halts her movements just long enough for Graver to push her back further into the ring. With enough distance between him and Jaime, Graver heads over and shoves Kitten’s chest with both hands, an act that Kitten responds to in kind. CL: Graver tags in Kitten, now Kitten tags in Graver. Kitten is back in this thing, now Graver! Kitten is set to kick some ass, but he’ll have to wait because it’s Gravers turn now! Wait! Graver grabs hold of Kitten from behind his head and hurls him over the rope in a sudden action before leaving the ring. Kitten lay on his back somewhat shocked and upset as something begins to happen behind him. Kitten slowly rises up and turns around just with enough time to read the sign that is thrown through the air. “I step on—“ too late to finish as Ninja comes in connecting with his shining stomp, as Jaime Lee comes up with her Stardust just moments after Kitten suffers from the stomp mark left by Ninja. Graver, in no real hurry to stop the count waits for the ref to make it. One! Two! Three! Jaime rises up from her pinning position over Kitten and raises her arm as Ninja joins in on the post match celebration. MA: Here are you winners…Team Extremely Sexy! Team Extremely Sexy celebrates their victory as Kitten staggers to his feet. It seems that he’s ready to right the wrong that was done, and he does so by knocking Graver from his position on the apron. Kitten follows close behind to catch the still standing Graver with a few mixed shots. All shots are responded to in kind by Graver though he slows down and is caught by several double hits that soon become triple in combo. Soon Gravers fight is broken down to a few blocks with weak, limp arms. JH: We all knew it would happen. A powder keg ready to explode. A final shot sends Graver tumbling down to his knees by the steel steps. Kitten looks to continue the assault when Graver suddenly spins around knocking Kitten back with a twirl using his barbwire cinder block. Kitten manages to stay on his feet just long enough to take a few more shots to the head as Lucy stands there not knowing whether, or if, she can help. Judging by her reaction and movements, she wants to help but what she doesn’t want is to find out just what a cinder block wrapped in barbwire feels like. She leaves that up for Kitten to find out. After a few more shots that end up ripping Kitten’s mask allowing a spot for the blood to pour, Graver slides the cinder block, covered in barbwire, back into the ring and sends Kitten in after it. Back inside the ring now, yea Team Extremely Sexy has already left, Graver mounts Kittens head onto the cinder block and instead of reading him a bedtime story, heads up to the top turnbuckle. JH: Wait a minute… CL: Wait a minute is right. Let me get my camera. I can tell this is gonna be a Kodak moment. JH: No you idiot, don’t you see what’s going on? CL: Well no, I’m getting my camera ready. JH: Jesus fucking Christ, our Dual Crown champion is soon not going to be a champion… CL: … JH: Because he won’t be able to compete…ever…again! CM: Wait, does that mean there wouldn’t be a tank? JH: No, what? There’d be no tank! CM: Wow…well, this sucks. JH: Am I the only one sane here? CL: Got my camera. We’ll leave the answer to the fans as Graver performs a little signal that Kitten’s reign as a competitor, or even a life, are about to end here tonight as Lucy screams out. Suddenly, Gravers attention is taken to something coming over the barricade. A man, a large man, a very large man(muscular) wearing a black ski mask hops up onto the apron and quickly makes his way to Graver. Before the reject can react, he is sent flying forward landing squarely on his face. Lucy takes this time to enter the ring and check on Kitten as the mysterious individual brings Graver back to his feet and just stares at him for a moment as fans anxiously await to see what he does next. Soon, it become clear. JH: Author…Authority Bomb? Wait…is that? The man rips off his mask to reveal himself as…PRIME! Fans practically raise the roof with their yells as Prime looks down towards Lucy and Kitten. Lucy doesn’t motion for Prime to not attack Kitten, but instead for Kitten not to attack Prime. Even though Kitten is with the swirl eye gang right now. JH: What is this? It’s Prime! Yes, Prime has returned to the FIW? CL: …fuck! CM: Are you sure? He’s not here for just tonight? JH: Prime has returned! And what a re-entrance! Suddenly, and from nowhere, Crackerjack approaches the ring only being seen as he makes his way from the mats on the outside as he grabs hold of Gravers arm and pulls him out of the ring. In a single, fluid motion, Crackerjack slides Graver onto his left shoulder and begins to backstep up the ramp as Prime stands tall inside the ring. |
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| Crimson Shards | Sep 8 2007, 03:40 AM Post #9 |
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JH: I can’t before the chain of events that just unfolded before us! CL: It was pretty fucking sweet, I’ll admit. CM: Next up is going to be even better when Kiyoshi chokes out Hutch. JH: I wouldn’t rule out the wily veteran quite yet Chip. CL: Yeah, Hutch has been on his A game since returning. CM: If A was the lowest level of game and Z being the highest, then yes, A game he has brought. JH: Plus, with a large sum of money on the line you know Hutch will be looking to win. CL: Greed is a man’s best friend. CM: Or, one heck of a motivator. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt! The General Manager has granted it a thirty minute time limit and with one fall to a finish, your official for this bout is senior referee, Tony Clarke! [align=center]The driving guitar riffs of Mick Jagger's "God Gave Me Everything I Want" hit the arena, and golden spotlights start to whiz 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 silhouette of a man appears in the entrance way. As Mick Jagger shouts "God Gave Me Everything I Want" for the first time, the silhouette 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. 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, before slapping a few lucky fans hands. Pausing to flash a grin at a random woman in the front row, before leaping up onto the apron from the floor, and ducking quickly under the ropes. Once in the ring he wanders over to the camera side ropes, leans on it, and winks to the crowd, blowing a mock-kiss to someone unseen, before clambering up onto the turnbuckle, placing one foot on the top rope, and tilting his head back and spreading his arms. There is a loud "BANG" and golden sparks shower down over FIW's Most Valuable Playboy for a few seconds, and as they stop, Hutch hops down into the ring to await the start of the match.[/align] CL: Question is, can that motivator prove to be enough against Kiyoshi? CM: No, it won’t be. MA: Ladies and gentlemen introducing first, he hails from Newcastle, England and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds and standing at six feet and one inch…HE! IS! HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTCCCCCCCCCCCCCCH~!!! JH: One also has to wonder if Kiyoshi can keep his momentum going or if it will be Hutch that derails him, and what that’ll effect in the Dual Crown’s Division picture. The lights go down as thunder rolls in the distance and smoke fills up the cage. The thunder rolls again and the music picks up; the synthesised riff that signals the start of Rusty Nail and the coming of the Judo Sensei. The guitars arrive and the stage is split with lights and lasers and such like and a familiar voice fills the air, with uncharacteristically melodic singing. [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru, kawaranai yume ni...[/align] [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] The disappears in an explosion of pyro momentarily as the chorus hits, and when the debris finally settles, only a lonely warrior remains: Kiyoshi Nakahata, waving the smoke out of his face and pulling his hood right up over his head as he strides towards the ring, trying to keep the huge positive reaction from the crowd out of his mind as the chorus continues. [align=center]Doredake, namida wo nagaseba Anata wo, wasurerareru darou JUST TELL ME MY LIFE Doku made, aruite mitemo Namida de, ashita ga mienai...[/align] Over the PA, Daisuke holds the note out as long as is humanly possible, and then a little longer as Kiyoshi carries on his lonely way to the ring and ascends the steps to the apron. As he reaches a neutral corner from the outside, he faces the crowd, and takes the flag out from his waist band, screws it up and hurls it onto the crowd, for one lucky fan in the front row. With something that vaguely resembles a smile from a certain angle, Mr. FSC strides along the apron, vaulting up on top of his corner, where he pulls his hood right over his face and waits... CM: Yeah, Kiyoshi got screwed and still holds his victory over Kitten. JH: Exactly my point, those two are bound to lock horns again to hopefully get a more decisive winner. If Hutch were to sneak in a victory against Kiyoshi it could- MA: Ladies and gentlemen introducing the second competitor, 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! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHI NNNNNNNAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAHATAAAAA~!!! CL: Could make things a lot more fucking complicated? FIW’s senior referee briefly enters both men’s corners and pats them down to ensure no foreign objects are in sight. Then he calls both forward and explains the rules to them, getting a nod from both and telling them to shake hands to begin the match. There is a slight moment of tension when Nakahata extends his hand to nothing but the air in front of them. Hesitantly FIW’s MVP takes the hand and the two have a shake as Clarke holds up a briefcase presumably holding currently Kiyoshi’s and soon possibly Hutch’s money before calling for the bell. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Once that final bell sounds FIW’s Yeti is soon experiencing a great deal of discomfort from his foe twisting their hand shake into a modified wrist lock. Before he can resist the smaller man wrenches the arm further into an arm wrench along with the wrist lock with a smug smirk on his face. Flinching over it, Kiyoshi barely is able to see the big roundhouse kick coming that collides with the mush of his facial features and shakes his base. Holding onto the submission, FIW’s MVP goes for a second roundhouse only for him to be far too careless, Nakahata grabs the leg in mid-swing and dragon screws him. JH: Like a hot day at the race tracks, they’re off! CL: Except they aren’t horses or dogs, well, Kiyoshi could maybe be seen as having pug like features…but…naw… CM: Shush! Kiyoshi may not be an Adonis, but he’s far from a pug! Sacrificing his arm’s well being to perform that, the Judo Sensei shakes it a few times to get the stinging out of it as he returns to his feet. Hutch meets him there with a kip up and immediately throws a thumb to the eyes, blinding his heavier opponent for the present time being. Hurrying to use that to his advantage, the Grand Slam Man snatches a hold of Nakahata’s wrist and whips him across the ring…only for him to reverse it and send Hutch running! The White Haired Warrior tries to regain his eye sight as his lighter foe leaps in mid-run and spring boards off of the second rope into a moonsault press, taking both men down! CL: Hutch showing that he hasn’t lost his agility from his lighter days. CM: He’s certainly lost a step or two in my opinion, baby kissing, fan hugging tra… JH: Chip! Any ways, neither man seems to have the clear advantage out of the box! Amazingly Nakahata wills himself through the pain and upon the impact they roll right through into a cradle that brings Tony to his knees! Luckily or unluckily depending on how you view it, FIW’s MVP rolls through the cradle and scrambles up to his feet to get away from the pin fall attempt. The Yeti pushes his upper body off of the canvas and rolls right up to his feet, barreling forward to his opponent to try and not let him get a moment’s rest. However, using his own velocity and momentum against him, it is with ease that the Grand Slam Man lifts him up into a flap jack and drills him with a European uppercut! CM: Uuuugh… JH: ‘Ave it! CL: Not quite! On his way down from the blow the Judo Sensei manages to wrap his arm tightly around the neck of his lighter foe, driving his skull into the mat with a DDT! Rolling over onto his side, Nakahata clutches his aching jaw from the uppercut and grudgingly his body obeys him and gets up. Shame, because FIW’s MVP uses the presence of mind to spin his body and sweep the legs right out from underneath his opponent in an impressive matter! When his body hits the mat Kiyoshi finds a new fight, trying to ensure neither variation of the Hutch Clutch is locked in on him! JH: These two are just showing a game of one-upmanship in there seemingly! CL: A game of human chess if you wanted to go to the bag of cliché’s. CM: Why did you have to? Bad enough this dork is nearly locking in a boring hold on Kiyoshi. Frantically Hutch’s hands attempt to hold onto the feet and legs of Kiyoshi Nakahata to lock them in a hold with very little success rate currently. Instead the Yeti manages to plant the side of his left boot against the side of the Grand Slam Man’s face and shoots the other out. It rips across the other side of his face several times in a manner very similar to the corner face wash boot scrapes, getting a mild applause from the fans in attendance. Feeling he’s done enough, the White Haired Warrior pulls his boot against Hutch’s cheek away and just kicks him in the face that sends him stumbling backwards. CL: Yeesh, Hutch’s face is starting to resemble sand paper on the one side. CM: Ha, ha! Innovation at it’s best! JH: Otani is rolling over in his grave, and he’s not even dead yet! Getting back up to his feet, the Judo Sensei darts towards his smaller foe and throws forward his arm, nailing his signature lariat! The blow hits Hutch nearly like a shot gun blast, sending him flying back into the near by turnbuckle corner and slumping down in it. Not leaving his feet solely because of the ropes holding him up by the looks of it, Kiyoshi looks to fix that by the looks of it as he strolls towards the corner. He grabs a hold of FIW’s MVP’s wrist and tosses him out of the corner and sends him sprinting across the ring. CM: Yeah! That nearly killed Hutch! JH: A lariat that a mother could be proud of. CL: Unlike Grimace’s bastard child lariat. Hitting the turnbuckle so hard it sends him staggering back out of it, Hutch is soon greeted by the welcoming arms of Nakahata. Who wraps his around the smaller man and trips out his legs, delivering a picture perfect S.T.K. to a cheer from the Kansas City fans! With this string of high impact offense the Yeti looks quite confident, or, maybe that is some thing that got in his eyes. Regardless of the hint of emotion on the normally rather stone like features of the Judo Sensei, he rolls on top of the Grand Slam Man and hooks the near leg. JH: Kiyoshi can’t possibly think that it’s over like that, can he? CL: Maybe not, he might just be forcing Hutch to waste the energy in simply kicking out. It is a small yet effective mental tactic. [align=center]1![/align] CM: Pffft, or, Hutch is done like a duck on Christmas. JH: I have more faith in him than that. [align=center]TW-NO! FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE![/align] CL: Ha, he’s still in this thing. CM: Grrr…stupid limey, stay down like your soccer team always does. Clarke points out the foot on the ropes and grudgingly Kiyoshi sits up and starts to get back up, leaving the Grand Slam Man enough room to slip closer to the ropes. With this distance between them enforced by the referee, Hutch gets all the time he needs to catch his breath and start to get back up. When he is nearly fully standing again, Nakahata closes in only to get a modified spear that is more just a head butt to the midsection from his foe. Hutch stands up and struts over to the Yeti, lifting his head up to get off a nice clean chop to the chest that causes him to wince as the sound of it echoes through the arena. CL: That head butt was just a tad low from where I was sitting. CM: A tad?! That was a full on low blow! Surprised the referee didn’t ring the bell! JH: It wasn’t that bad Chip, though I admit it was a bit questionable. Giving zero mercy, like a machine gun FIW’s MVP unloads several more high speed and very loud chops right across the chest of his opponent. By the end of them Nakahata’s shirt’s fabric is starting to give under the sheer impact of the chops he is taking point blank. Not happy yet, Hutch let’s off another small flurry of chops and with each one the shirt starts to give more and more, creating a small hole in the shirt on the chest. Enduring the stinging annoyance of them, the Yeti attempts a second lariat to try and cease and desist the chops. CM: Yes! Take his head of- JH: No, wait, look! CL: It looks like it is… Constance’s voice gets drowned out by the cheers when Hutch ducks the second lariat and slips in behind his heftier opponent. Tightly he wraps his arm around the neck of the Judo Sensei in a reverse chancery, though; Kiyoshi isn’t going down without some kind of fight. He desperately tries to elbow the kidneys and rib cage of FIW’s MVP only to get a few clobbering blows to the chest to get him to stop that immediately. With no further resistance the Grand Slam Man drills him back of the head first into the mat with a reverse DDT! JH: It is Conse! It is the Future Shock! CL: The tide keeps swinging between these two at a fast pace! CM: Stupid Future Shock! With a simple kip up Hutch generates another chorus of cheers from the fans inside the Sprint Center and runs to the near by ropes. He bounces off of them and hurries back to the fallen body of his foe and leaps into the air, smashing the point of his knee into Kiyoshi’s throat! Nakahata gasps and coughs while he clutches his throat and wind pipe, the Grand Slam Man paying no attention as he rolls through the knee drop and back up to his feet. A smug grin on his face, he leaps onto the second rope for the second time in the night and spring boards off of, landing on his feet looking like he missed a double stomp to the Yeti’s head. Except he just shrugs it off and viciously rears back his foot, kicking the heavier man in the face behind him with his disrespectful display that gets a mixed reaction! CL: I don’t think fucking around with Kiyoshi is the wisest move on Hutch’s part. CM: You can bet it isn’t! JH: Yes, I agree, he should take advantage no-…oh what the hell is this! To a much louder mixed reaction the manager and girlfriend of the FIW Dual Crown Champion, Lucy, saunters out from the back. She stands on the stage and contently observes the ring, ignoring the fans and their good and not-so-good thoughts of her. Hutch smirks at the presence of the madam and pounds on his chest, doing a little dance as if to woo her right this moment. Briefly he holds up his index finger and heads to the turnbuckle, getting more cheers from the fans who know what is coming soon. CM: Looks like Hutch can still spot a quality cut of meat when he sees it at least. JH: What is she doing out here?! Shouldn’t she be tending to Kitten?! CL: I think she is getting a front row seat to observe two potential challengers since Kitten is out of it right now. Perched up on the top turnbuckle, the Grand Slam Man can’t help but take his sweet time with this final nail in the coffin of Kiyoshi Nakahata. Blowing a kiss to Lucy and winking at her to some cat calls from the guys and a heavy amount of envious jeers from the ladies. Noticing this, he turns to the fans and pleads for forgiveness from the ladies in attendance, and they melt in his hands like butter. A smirk on his features and showing his pearly whites as he adds some ham on his performance, saying this one is for “all of them”. JH: Hutch is wasting valuable time with this show boating. CL: Kiyoshi’s out of it, not like he has to fucking rush. CM: Yeah, ladies come first, even if I like Kiyoshi. Amidst all of this going on FIW’s Yeti starts to stir, his body twitching and moving around a bit as he comes to. It doesn’t take long for the MVP of FIW to take notice and realize he needs to make his move now while the Judo Sensei is still on the mat. Gracefully he leaps into the air…as equally gracefully Nakahata rolls forward and right up onto his feet! In mid-air the White Haired Warrior catches Hutch and swings the two of their bodies violently, driving his foe into the mat with the Uranage before collapsing onto him! An approving smirk forms on the painted features of the man in the front row wearing a crimson trench coat as he gets up, wheeling his cloaked ally away with him. CL: Holy shit! CM: You can say that again! [align=center]1![/align] JH: Kiyoshi just reversed the frog splash into the uranage! Incredible! CL: Guess that is a lesson learned to Hutch. [align=center]2![/align] CM: Come on, come on, come on! JH: It’s not quite over yet guys! Hutch could still kick out! [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] CL: You were saying? CM: Yes! Kiyoshi wins! Kiyoshi wins! MA: Here is your winner via pin fall…KIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHIIIIIIIIII NNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAATA~!!! ”Rusty Nail” resumes over the sound system to a eruption of cheers from the fans and Tony raises Nakahata’s arm triumphantly. Lucy looks on with mild annoyance as Kiyoshi gets to his feet and his arm is raised again, Hutch clutching onto the back of his neck and kicking his feet. Slowly FIW’s MVP rolls over onto his stomach and pushes his body up, getting to his feet with a slight stagger to his step. The White Haired Warrior turns and faces the Grand Slam Man, the two staring each other down for a moment before the bruised and beaten Hutch shakes Kiyoshi’s hand. As the fans are cheering this sign of sportsmanship and Hutch says idle and playful threats to the winner about next time they meet Rusty Nail ends. An explosive of flames occurs around the two and draws their attention as well as the explosive of flames on the stage startles Lucy. The lights cut out aside from a few dark red strobes that flicker on the stage, music creeping over the sound system yet again. This unfamiliar music goes further this time than just a few chords, getting a decent amount before abruptly ending and leaving us with this image… [align=center] [/align]Suddenly the feed dies and leaves us with nothing but static…
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