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| Kryten Shards | Oct 20 2007, 05:28 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]The bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal With the bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a fuckin' minute I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a second I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh The bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal With the bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a fuckin' minute I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a second I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I don't find it funny right now Right now I want my m-m-m-money right now Now I'm on my way to the party right now Right now I don't find it funny right now Right now I want my m-m-m-money right now Now I'm on my way to the party right now Right now Because the break The break THE BREAK I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP.[/align] [align=center] Copyright 2007, Full Intensity Wrestling in associate with Sporkco. Studios[/align] |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 20 2007, 05:31 PM Post #2 |
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The lights go dim as "Headstrong" by Trapt begins to play throughout the arena, red strobe lights then begin to flash, rotate, and light up the stage and gold pyro begins to shower down to the left and right of The Dragon as he appears on stage. With his head down and standing there for a few second, he then looks up and begins to confidently walk his way down to the ring. MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be officiated under standard FIW rules. Making his way to the ring, standing six-foot-five and weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds, hailing from Houston Texas... THEEEEEE DRAAAAAAAAGOOOOOONNN! As The Dragon makes his way to the ring he pauses infront of the stairs and looks out into the crowd before running up the stairs and into the ring. The Dragon then makes his way to the left turnbuckle, climbs up it, and lifts both arms in the air and flexes his chest and arm muscles as he pauses for a few seconds and then climbs back down in anticipation of the beginning of the match. CM: Dead man walking, folks! JH: No, Chip... Dragon isn't exactly living the dream, but he's got an oppertunity to get the preverbial ball rolling tonight in defeating this debuting FIW superstar. CL: What the hell kind of debut would that be losing to FIW's resident jobber?! JH: You're certainly entitled to you opinion, Constance. And mine's telling me that Dragon is a kid who brings a lot of talent to the ring and has the potential to rise above this reputation his mile-long losing streak has burdoned him with. CL: You wanna talk burdoning..? As the single guitar of "Streetfight"'s intro rings through the arena, the lights dim. After the drumroll, and as the band kick in as a whole, a pyro either side of the entrance goes off, signalling Nick Allen's arrival. Allen stands for a moment, surveying the crowd. Then, to a pop from the crowd, he cracks open a beer, messily emptying it into his mouth, before crushing it in his hand, then charging to the ring. MA: His opponent, debuting tonight here in Full Inensity Wrestling... standing six-foot-seven and weighing in at two-hundred and eighty pounds, hailing from Millwall England... NICK THE FIIIIIIIIIRRRMMM AAAALLEEENNN! Once ringside he slides under the bottom rope, and takes a second to pose for the crowd, before carefully removing his shirt, folding it, and placing it carefully in his corner. CM: Now there's a man who east A LOT of beef! CL: Guys, I had an oppertunity to scout this bad ass today during his workout, and that's exactly what he is... a bad ass! JH: Well folks, we're about to find out just how "bad ass" Nick Allen is! [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] Sound of the bell, and instead of both men hurling themselves carlessly toward each other, they hold back and measure off. Allen then locks eyes with Dragon and raises his hand, gesturing for a Knuckle Lock-Up. Cautiously, the two approach each other, Nick holding his hand invitingly for Dragon, who's hesitant but eventually locks up. Nick then raises his other hand for Dragon. The Texas native riases his hand... and leaves himself open! BAM! Allen hooks a HUGE Right Fist to the side of Dragons jaw! CL: Allen dropping Dragon with a HUGE MEAT SEEKING MISSLE right from the get-go! CM: That was fucking awesome! Did you see that tooth fly right out of Dragons mouth?! With his knees buckling beneath him from the shot, Dragon crumples to the mat. He quickly shakes it off and gets to his feet however, and looks for Allen who's wasted little time and circled round back of the kid. JH: No waste in motion from Allen. That's a veteran tactic right there, ladies and gentlmen. Dragon turns about and has the presense of mind to duck under just as Allen fires another right. While in motion, Dragon grabs ahold of Allens wrist and curls it behind the Englishmans back for a Hammer Lock. In retaliation, Allen whips a series of Elbow Strikes back to Dragons unprotected head and breaks the hold. After spinning out of the Hammer Lock, Allen tugs on Dragons arm, under ducks, and Short-Arms Dragon into another jaw-shattering Right Hook! CL: Tactic nothing, Hitchen! That's pure, unbridaled streetfighters instinct is what that is! You can't learn tactic like that in a gym! You pick it up on the street! CM: The street?! What the hell do you know about life on the street?! You're Mr Suberbia! And I'm willing to bet you didn't see a black man until you were at least twenty! CL: Hey, anytime, Chip... I'll be moe than happy to show you just how street smart I am. JH: From the action here at commentary to the action back in the ring, an impressive showing of instinct from Nick Allen! The shot sends Dragon staggering sideways, and with enough momentum to rebound off the ring ropes. Upon return, Dragon's scooped right up into a Suplex, but is kept aloft by Allen. As if Dragon's head wasn't throbbing enough... Allen holds Dragon up in the air so long his face turns bright red from the rush of blood pouring into his skull! JH: My God, what a dominant display of power! CM: Dragon's head's about to pop like a tick, Hitchen! After playing to the crowd a moment, Allen leans back and brings Dragon down with a resinating CRASH! The crowd awe's upon impact and Dragon stiffens up with the shooting pain in his back. CL: Allen calls that the Allenplex boys... but I call it effective! CM: Too bad Dragons head didn't explode upon impact... that would have been fucking sick! Dragon instinctivly rolls to his stomach, but it's an move he soon lives to regret as Allen drops down onto Dragons lower back with a Butt Stomp ala Finlay. Dragon curses alloud at the pain and can do little more as Allen punishes his debut opponent with a series of measured Elbow Drops. CL: With merciless elbow drops like that, Dragon's gonna be pissing blood for the next couple of days! Finally, Allen lays off the Elbow Drops and hauls a helpless Dragon from the mat. Dragon can do little to fight off Allen and instead nurses his acheing back. Dragon's then sent involunterily into the ropes, and falls victim to a DROP TOE HOLD which Allen quickly turns into a BOSTON CRAB with some impressive maneuvering! Hauling back on Dragons legs, Allen shows little mercy as he jerks and thrusts backward, all the while gritting his teeth and shouting along with the SCREAMING Dragon. CL: ALLEN KEY! ALLEN KEY! CM: The more I see, the more I like! Nick Allen is one MERCILESS son of a bitch! JH: Indeed he is! He's showing Dragon no quarter tonight, and I can damn sure understand why! First impressions, after all, are lasting impressions! Referee Logan Black is right down in Dragons face, asking the kid if he wants to give it up. In between cries of pain, Dragon refuses to quit! Eventually, and oddly, Allen throws Dragons legs away, sprints to rebound off the ropes, and drops all of his weight south onto Dragons vulnerable back with a flattening BODY SPLASH! All the air rushes from Dragon amidst a grunt and the crowd eats it up! Allen's running on all cylinders now and kicks up the pace. After clumsily sommersaulting out of the Splash, Allen goes to work on Dragons entire body with Stomps. CM: This is bonefied, unrelenting, merciless BADASSERY! JH: Allen is feircly stomping anything that moves on that mat! CL: I'm making a bold prediction right now, boys... Nick Allen is a man who is going places here in FIW! With the seemingly endless stomping and rising crowd reaction stirring him up, Allen bounds away from Dragon and roars for the rabid fans. Allen then bounds back in and peels Dragons limp body from the mat. Throwing Dragons head under his arm into a Front Face Lock, Allen then pounds Dragons poor body with a trading series of KNEE STRIKES straight into Dragons guts and FOREARM SHOTS to Dragons back. One to knock him off his feet, and the other to kick him back up! Allen then underhooks Dragons other arm and clasps his hands together with a key-lock before hauling Dragon up and over with a high impact DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX! CL: BUTTERFLYYY SUPLEXXX-UH! JH: Allen now floating over and making the cover much like another famed Englishman, Dave Taylor... [align=center]ONE! TWO! THRE-KICK OUT![/align] Allen rolls to his feet and surprisingly, hardly looks surprised! Instead... he looks glad! Allen forces himself in between an attending referee Black and his prey and drags Dragon to his feet. Allen then lays two quick and stiff JABS to Dragons chin and follows up with a deep UPPER CUT that sends Dragon staggering backward into a corner of the ring. Dragon finds little rest on the turnbuckles as Allen immediately rushes in and pounds all the air from Dragon again with a high impact BODY SPLASH! Bounding in place on his feet, Allen waves for a louder response from the crowd. He then charges in again and feeds a KNEE STRIKE deep into Dragons stomach, doubling the Texan over Allens shoulder. Allen hoists Dragon to the top turnbuckle, climbs, and Front Face Locks the kid again. Allen throws a thumb in the air and slowly turns it upside-down before kicking away from the ropes and dragging Dragon over with a ring-shaking SUPERPLEX! CL: SUUUUUPERRRLEXXXX-UH! JH: With God as my witness, Nick Allen has shattered every bone in Dragons body! CM: Not quite! But the poor bastard's spitting up blood now! CL: Now that's what I came to see! GIMME BLOOD! Indeed Dragon is bleeding. A thick gob of crimson stretches from his lips to his chest as he coughs and gags. Logan Black dives to his knees by Dragons side but gets shoved away by Allen before he can make any calls. CL: No way is Allen letting this debut go by without making his mark! CM: Dragon's probably all beat up inside like ground beef after suffering shots from Allens cinderblock arms and knees! JH: Well, if it isn't over yet, it's soon to be, folks! How much more can Dragon endure?! Dragon is hauled to his feet via Allen jarring his head and is immediatly hauled over and planted back down with a BELY TO BELLY SUPLEX after Allen captures him in a Bear Hug! There's little movement now from Dragon as Allen paces back and forth over head. Finally, Allen signals for the end when he slashes his thumb across his throat. The crowd is on their feet and screaming for violence! Allen is eager to please as he drags Dragon from the mat once more, slings his limp body up into a Firemans Carry, and backs toward a ring corner. CM: This is like a car wreck! I predict doom, but I can't take my eyes away! JH: What could Nick Alen possibly be thinking at this moment?! CL: I'll tell you what he's thinking, Hitchen... impact. Both for Dragon and for his debut here in FIW. I said it, and I'll keep saying it... Nick Allen is one hell-bent son of a bitch who's going to kill all opposition! A smattering of fans, no doubt followers of Allens and the Millwall Bushwhackers as a whole, start chanting, "Nick's Gonna Kill You" as Allen starts to step up the turnbuckles backward, and one at a time. This slow rise to the top also raises the crowds anticipation. Once standing on the second turnbuckle, Allen grits out a sick grin and powers Dragons body up with a MILITARY PRESS before he bounds from the corner and hammers Dragon down with an impressive and scary SIT-OUT GORILLA PRESS SLAM! JH: OH... MY... GOD! CM: ... CL: REDDDD CARDDDD-UH! REDDDD CARDDDD-UH! The capacity crowd is roaring rabidly as Dragon lays lifeless on the mat. Allen gets to his feet, but before making a cover, referee Logan Black is in and waving him off. Logan then sprints to ringside where he makes a potential life-saving decision on Dragons behalf. [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlmen, refree Logan Black has informed me that he is discontinuing this match and is ruling it a victory via knockout. Therefore, your winner of the match... NICK THE FIIIIIIIRMMM ALLLLLEEEENNNN! CM: What a gyp! I wanted more! I want to be ENTERTAINED! JH: We're not talking about entertainmet here, Chip! We're talking about a mans career and livlyhood! CL: No, Hitchen! We're not talking Dragon at all... we're talking Nick "The Firm" Allen making one hell of an impact here live before our very eyes! I've said it, and I'm saying it still... this man will literally KILL anyone who stands between him and whatever he hopes to accomplish here in FIW. We could be looking at a future Duel Crown Champion, boys. JH: Whatever his ultimate quest may be, Nick Allen was very impressive here tonight in his debut match! Nick Allen, ladies and gentlmen, has damn sure arrived! As commentary sings Allen's praises, Allen is paraded about the ring with his hand held victoriously high by referee Black. A win's a win. A thought that's evident by the satisfied smile on Allens face. Allen clmbs a tunbuckle and shouts out to his fans before we cut away to another segment. Crackerjack walks down a pavement rampway on the right side of a yellow line. Clearly this is the entrance to the below ground parking lot that Crackerjack has just entered. With his bag slung over his shoulder, Crackerjack continues to walk down toward the underground entrance between a sea of cars. ???: thEre yOU arE... Crackerjack turns to find a not so familiar figure standing in the shadows. A few steps later, the man comes out into the light. At first Crackerjack still doesn't recognize him but soon he remembers from his trip to Tony's Club. Crackerjack: The Red Devil I presume. Curtis: You prEsuMe...iNcorRecTlY... Curtis huffs a cackled laugh as he drags his feet towards a more suitable spot in front of Crackerjack. The larger man just stands there silently. Curtis: sO. So, sO, sO, so...hEre wE ArE... Crackerjack: Hm? Curtis: do NoT thInK thAt I dOn'T knoW WHat reSidEs witHiN yoU... Crackerjack continues to say nothing. Curtis: iNsiDe i sEE it...a CLasH beTWeeN yOur SOul and tHe kwAgMA deViL... Crackerjack: So, this presence inside me does have a name. Don't worry though, this "devil" will be subdued. Curtis starts up laughing his evil, wicked laugh again. Curtis: no, It wIlL conSUMe yOU! I WIll maKe sURe of It... Crackerjack: Just how do you plan on doing that? Curtis: bY DEstrOYinG youR SpiRit so THaT iT miGhT liVe!... Crackerjack: Well, last I checked there was just one way to destroy a spirit and I got a few minutes to kill. Let's go! Crackerjack raises his fists as Curtis rears back just enough to get in a full lunge forward. Elrick: Crackerjack!!! That call from a location not too far away catches Crackerjack off guard. Quickly glancing over, he spots Elrick walking around looking for him, calling him out. Though he's too far to really notice Crackerjack. Realizing this, Crackerjack turns back to Curtis to find out that he's gone. For a quick moment, Crackerjack looks around for him from his stand still position. Finally, Crackerjack decides to make his own hasty exit before Elrick spots him. |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 20 2007, 05:33 PM Post #3 |
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MA: "The following match is scheduled for one fall." [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: “Nightmare looks as though he came prepared for business tonight!” CM: “The only business Nightmare has in that ring is getting his shoulders pinned to the mat.” CL: “HAHAHA….Too true!” [align=center]Work it, Make It, Do It, Makes Us, HARDER BETTER FASTER STRONGER![/align] The arena lights dim. Several different coloured disco/club-style lights project different shapes onto the members of the crowd. They weave their way around the eager wrestling fans, as two of the lights form a white spot at the entrance. From the back, Liam steps out into the spot, head down at his feet but his body facing towards the crowd. His loyal fans cheer wildly, his haters boo to their hearts content and those that are apathetic do what they do best. After a few moments Liam looks up and around at the crowd, with a beaming smile before heading down the steps and walking down the aisle towards the ring. MA: “And his opponent, making his way to the ring. Hailing from Cheltenham, England and weighing in at 220 pounds……LIIIIAAAAMMMMM MMMOOORRRRRTELLLL!!!” He slaps the hands of the fans that are close enough, even shaking a few of the more eager fan’s hands, before ascending the steps up to the apron. Liam turns towards the audience and gives an even larger smile, complete with a ‘thumbs up’, and then steps into the ring. He walks around for the ring quickly, surveying the canvas for any foreign objects, before running into one set of ropes, rebounding into the opposite set, then doing the same for the other two sets of ropes. He stops, as his music fades and the lights return to their normal state. CM: “Looks like an opportune time for a nap.” CL: “I’ll wake you when it’s over. I’m looking forward to the ass beating Liam is about to lay on Nightmare.” JH: “You will not wake him up and he will not take a nap. You both get paid to do a job and that is commentate on the matches.” CM: “Fucking whiney ass bitch!” Both men meet in the middle of the ring as official, The Truth explains the rules to each of them. Once the rules are explained, Truth steps back instructing each man to his respective corner and then calling for the bell to start the match. [align=center]DING DING[/align] Nightmare and Liam circle momentarily before converging in the middle of the ring and moving into a collar and elbow tie up. Nightmare attempts to utilize his size advantage over Liam forcing him backward toward the mat but the wily veteran allows his Judo experience to come into play as he falls backwards and extends a foot into Nightmare’s stomach and launches Nightmare over his head and onto the mat. Mortell then rolls back up into a standing position and smiles at Nightmare who acknowledges the fact he was out smarted and moves back toward his opponent. As the two meet up again they appear to go for a collar and elbow again but Nightmare is quick to pull Liam down into a side headlock and wrenches in on his head. Liam taps Nightmare’s side a couple times with the palm of his hand and then begins to take a couple steps backward toward the ropes. Nightmare senses Liam’s eagerness to release from the side headlock and yanks him powerfully back out toward the center of the ring flipping him over with a headlock take down. Now on the mat Nightmare continues to wrench on the neck of Mortell, this time applying most of his body weight to the chest and neck area of his opponent. JH: “Nightmare playing it smart here keeping Liam Mortell down and limiting his air supply. I have a feeling age will play a big factor in this match.” CM: “I don’t think the fans agree with you, Hitchen. Just listen to them.” [align=center]”BOOOORRRING!!! BOOOORRRING!!! BOOOORRRING!!![/align] CL: “Looks as though Nightmare’s trusty fans are turning against him.” JH: “NAH…Their FIW fans. They are just used to the intensity brought by our wrestlers.” As the fans cheer Nightmare seems a bit frustrated and releases the headlock and quickly drives a hard elbow into the butt of Liam’s jaw. He then stands to his feet grabbing Liam up by the hair at the same time and quickly backs him into a corner. Nightmare presses a firm hand against Liam’s chest holding him into the turnbuckles. He then unleashes with another massive elbow that finds its mark square in the middle of the former Fighting Spirit Champions chest. Nightmare now grabs Liam by the arm and pulls him in a whipping motion from the corner and toward the center of the ring. Mortell hangs on to reverse the whip but Nightmare is not having any of it as he reverses again and pulls Liam back in with a short arm boot to the mid section that doubles the older wrestler over. Nightmare steps in placing his crotch over the back of Liam’s neck and calls for the crowds approval before reaching down and grabbing Mortell around the waist and hoisting him up into the air for a power bomb. CL: “Reversal by Mortell.” Just as it’s called by the play by play announcer, Liam Mortell shifts his weight spinning around and down Nightmare’s back rolling him up quickly for a surprise pin fall. The Truth who was just on the other side of the ring appears out of nowhere to make the count. [align=center]…1 …2 …POWER OUT!!![/align] JH: “Close call there by Liam Mortell.” CM: “Like I said….he’s only good for getting his shoulders pinned to the mat and by the sounds of this crowd tonight they agree.” The crowd jeers loudly but it is unclear whether they are jeering Nightmare for kicking out or the fact that Liam didn’t get the pin fall. JH: “Both of these men are favorites of the crowd here in FIW. Boos can mean anything in a match like this one.” As both Nightmare and Liam recover to their feet it is Nightmare who acts first lunging at Mortell and leveling him off his feet with a huge clothesline. The Prince of Pain then climbs back to his feet and stalks back over his opponent and reaches down grabbing him around the throat with both hands and lift him up off the canvas and to his feet. From there Nightmare grabs Liam by both arms and traps him in place where he is the recipient of several head butts around his face region. The former Slam! World Champion then releases Mortell and he staggers about the canvas holding his face as Nightmare prepares for his next plan of attack. That being moving in behind his opponent and setting him up quickly for what appears to be a pump handle slam as he yanks a free arm between Liam’s legs. As he lifts him up into the air however Liam shifts his weight again and slides down the Revolution members back and wraps his arms around his waist. JH: “What is Liam going to do here?” CM: “Who cares?” Liam quickly wraps his arms around Nightmare’s waist and hoists him up into the air releasing him over his head. CL: “GEEEERRRRMMMMAAAANNNNN SUUUUUPPPPPLEEEEXXXXXAAHHHHH!!!” As Nightmare’s body thuds to the mat he goes limp and Liam drops down to his knees momentarily before moving back to his opponent grabbing his right arm twisting it around causing Nightmare to move onto his side and then jumps into the air dropping a leg over the arm. He then shifts his weight backwards and rolls Nightmare’s shoulders onto the canvas for the pin fall. Again Truth appears almost instantly in position after being nearly across the ring and begins to slap his hand to the mat. [align=center]…1 …SHOULDERS OFF THE MAT!!![/align] Nightmare manages to push his shoulders off the mat breaking the pin fall but Liam continues to apply pressure on his weakened arm. Nightmare manages to roll over Liam and begins to blast him in the side of the head with hard lefts until his opponent releases the grip on his arm. Both Nightmare and Liam rise to their feet at the same time moving opposite directions of each other. Liam holds the side of his head and staggers a little dazed and Nightmare rotates his arm trying to get the kinks out of it. It is Nightmare that turns in first and moves toward Liam who also turns in just as Nightmare approaches. However he turns at the wrong moment and just as Nightmare brings his massive leg into the air and catches him in the side of the head with a huge big boot which prompts the crowd to start chanting. [align=center]”SAME OLD SHIT!! SAME OLD SHIT! SAME OLD SHIT!!![/align] CM: “Tell me that wasn’t directed at Nightmare, Hitchen.” JH: “W…..” CM: “That’s right you fucking can’t. Shut the fuck up!” CL: “I knew all the days of Nightmare kissing the fans asses, that one day they would turn on him.” Nightmare turns to what he thought were his fans and holds his arms up as if to ask them what is going on. Clearly unable to get the answer he is looking for he turns back to his opponent who is moving slowly to his hands and knees on the canvas just a few steps away from him. While his opponent is still on his hands and knees Nightmare drops forward at him with a falling head butt that seems to be on mark. That is until Liam manages to roll away and to his feet as Nightmare collides head first into the canvas. Nightmare attempts to get back to his feet quickly and is met by Mortell who is already on his feet. Liam quickly grabs him by an arm and slips under the underside of the shoulder. He then quickly flips him over with the Ippon Seoinage. CL: “This is it he’s setting up for the ATC.” JH: “If he gets this the match could be over.” CM: “Please say he gets it.” Just as expected Liam moves in with the Arm Triangle Choke and Nightmare begins to flail wildly to get himself free. Liam has the hold locked in and The Truth is in his face asking whether he wants to submit. Nightmare shakes his head no that he will not submit and continues to fight to free himself anyway he can. Rolling, twisting and scooting himself along the mat Nightmare finds himself helpless from escaping the hold. The damage really sets in and you can tell Nightmare is in excruciating pain as he still refuses all The Truth’s requests for submission. CM: “What a moron! Just tap already.” JH: “I think Nightmare is showing his fans just why they love him. That man has heart and there is no denying that.” CL: “I’d say the extra heart took up space for normal brain room. Before long he’ll pass out from this choke hold.” Though Nightmare does not tap out at all and his saving grace comes in the form of a ring rope just in reaching distance for his leg. He quickly props his leg onto the rope causing The Truth to call for the break on the hold. Liam complies quickly and as soon as Nightmare is release from the hold he rolls to the outside of the ring and begins to suck in deep breathes and favors his arm as The Truth begins to count him out of the ring. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7…[/align] As the official comes to the end of his count Liam moves toward the ropes and sits on the middle while holding up the top for Nightmare. The Prince of Pain ignores the show of sportsmanship and as Truth nears nine on his count slides under the bottom rope just on the adjacent ropes breaking the count out. Once in the ring Nightmare rolls his arm and neck trying to work out the stiffness and then begins to circle the ring. JH: “Nightmare buying all the time he can to recover enough to mount a comeback.” CL: “Liam is going to have to end it soon. It is very clear that he is getting tired.” Nightmare decides to take the pace slow for the moment and offers up his left arm to Liam for a test of strength. Liam being the sportsman he is moves in interlocking fingers with Nightmare and the much larger of the two instantly takes the advantage bending Liam’s hand backwards and driving him down to his knees in front of him. Then with his right arm he clubs Liam in the side of the head several times before hooking him up and pulling him off his feet and onto his back dropping backward with a Samoan drop. This plants Mortell firmly as Nightmare plans his next mode of attack while rising back to his feet and calling for his fans support. He gets a small pop from a select group of fans but again the majority begins to chant. [align=center]”SAME OLD SHIT!! SAME OLD SHIT! SAME OLD SHIT!!![/align] Nightmare does not like this and quickly reaches down grabbing Liam up off the mat and driving a quick knee into his face. He then slides a thumb across his throat and gives the thumbs down before hooking up Liam’s arms in a double underhook. JH: “Caaattttacccclllllyssssssmmmmmmm!!!!” Nightmare hoists his opponent into the air and holds him up momentarily before driving him downward. CL: “ATC! ATC! LIAM HAS REVERSED IT! HOLY SHIT!” In mid air Liam manages to lock in the Arm Triangle Choke and drops to the mat kid of hard with Nightmare landing with him. The Truth moves in quickly but doesn’t even have to ask as the pressure of the submission is too much and Nightmare begins to tap instantly. [align=center]TAP TAP TAP[/align] CM: “Thank god its fucking over!” [align=center]DING DING DING[/align] Liam release the hold and rolls over to his side breathing heavily with the match taking a great toll on him. The Truth checks on Nightmare who is still on the ground clutching his arm. As Liam moves to his feet he staggers over to Nightmare checking on him and offers a hand which Nightmare accepts and is helped to his feet. As he gets to his feet he and Liam exchange a hand shake. Liam then asks if he is ok and Nightmare nods and then uses his left arm to raise Liam’s arm high in victory as the crowd cheer the victor. MA: “Here is your winner by submission…..LIIIIIAAAAAMMMMMM MMMOORRRRTTEELLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!” Nightmare releases Liam’s arm and heads out of the ring to let Mortell celebrate his victory. Nightmare heads up the ramp as Liam raises his arms and moves around the ring taking in the crowd’s adoration. CL: “A very deserving victory for Liam Mortell.” JH: “A hard fought battle it was. Nightmare and Liam proved their worth here tonight.” CM: “Who is that?” JH: “Who is who?” CM: “That guy jumping the guard rail.” The attention of the cameras is brought back to the ramp as it appears that a fan is jumping the ring guard rail behind Nightmare. The unknown man wastes no time charging forward nailing the Prince of Pain with a lariat from behind dropping him to the floor below. The man who looks somewhat familiar then places a hand on either side of Nightmare’s head and squeezes violently as he stoops down screaming into his ear. JH: “WE NEED SECURITY!!! GET SECURITY NOW!!!” CM: *laughing* “I like this guy!” Nightmare already battered from his bout with Liam passes out after having his head squeezed for several moments and the mysterious but somewhat familiar figure disappears backstage laughing hysterically. JH: “This is absolutely despicable! We need medical attention for Nightmare!” |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 20 2007, 05:36 PM Post #4 |
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MA: The next match is a Falls Count Anywhere Tag Team Match. Already in the ring is the team of Robert Black & Rory Von Drachenberg, they are Double R! At first the arena is filled with the faint sound of chugging guitars. The music grows louder, building up into a faster more powerful rhythm. Lights begin to flash white and red as all attention turns to the entryway. [align=center]Just let me ask you, "Hey, have you heard of my religion?" It's called the church of hot addiction, and we believe that God is lust for everything.[/align] The two members of HARDCORE SEX appear at the entryway, posing for the fans. Steve is his usual sullen, silent self, staring intently at the ring, preparing himself mentally for the upcoming match, fists clenched, jaw tight. Felix, on the other hand, totally hams it up, blowing kisses to the crowd, pumping his arms and flexing his muscles. [align=center]Because now... the time has come for your devotion, and you already got the motion. What I need to give it, just give it, give it to me I'm waiting, I'm waiting... Turn out the lights…[/align] As the duo make their way to the ring, Steve walks forward with a determined pace, his breathing steadily increasing. Felix bounces like a kid with two much sugar, strutting to the music, pursing his lips and rubbing his nipples. MA: On their way to the ring… at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds… Steve “The Emo Kid” Patterson… “Fierce” Felix Arroyo… They are… Hardcore Sex! As they arrive at the ring, Felix hops on to the apron and raises the ropes for Steve like a wrestler would do for his valet. Steve ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. [align=center]Tonight I am the drug you can't deny! Tonight G.A.B.E. gonnna get you high! My light is electric![/align] Both men wait in the ring as their poppy rock theme fades out, Steve folding his arms and cracking his neck as Felix continues to work the crowd, shaking the ropes and dancing back and forth. [align=center]Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah… [/align] JH: Alright so here we go. Hardcore Sex makes their return to the ring. CM: Yes and I am glad to see that they are pitted against such hard competition. I mean Rory is the new female Dragon and Robert Black….wait, who is Robert Black again? CL: I have no idea. He fought for the Flycore Title for a little bit I think, maybe it was the Hellcat. CM: No, no. Rory was the jobber for the Hellcat Championship, and I don’t think Robert Black even got that honor for the Flycore. He jobbed for the jobber I think. JH: Will you two shut up? We have a match to call. The opening bell rings to start the match off as Felix and Black stare at one another. Black rushes forward for a Running Clothesline but Felix steps back shoving into the other set of ropes. When Black come hurdling back, Felix greets him by placing his arm into his larynx with a Flying Lariat! Black goes down kicking and rolling about all the while clutching vainly as his throat in an attempt to suck down some oxygen to his lungs. Felix pulls Black up quite delicately with a handful of his hair before yanking him back underneath his arm. With Black’s face placed squarely into Arroyo’s pits, Black tries to swing free. It isn’t because Felix’s pits smell so bad, well it may be that as well, but the main reason is to avoid what inevitably comes anyways. Felix swings his body backwards yanking Black back down to the mat with him. The back of Robert’s skull smacks dab down onto the mat and snaps back up from the impact of the Reverse DDT. Felix leans back and lays his weight across the torso of Black. [align=center]One! Two! Rory hits a snap soccer kick to the ribs of Felix![/align] Felix gets to his feet as the ref tries to get Rory out of the ring. Dragging Black as if he were a limp piece of meat, Felix tags in his partner into the match. Steve steps into the ring as Black uses the ropes for an attempt at support. Steve swings Black around and drops his chin down across the thick bony portion of his shoulder. Black’s head snaps back from the Jawbreaker before he bends over in pain. Steve bounces up to his feet and in one smooth motion flips over Robert for a Sunset Flip. [align=center]One! Two! The…Black grabs the ropes! [/align] CM: Yeah I get what you were saying before the show now Hitch, every match really is a tough competition. JH: The match isn’t over yet. Hardcore Sex might be in the driver’s seat now, but being cocky is how you get an upset loss. CM: You are right. Black is about to mount his offense anytime now. You know after he figures out where he is. Hardcore Sex has this match won. You know why? Because they are Hardcore Sex. You can’t beat that name. CL: I thought Primal Love was a good name… JH: You are both disturbed. Steve flings Black into the ropes and Rory hits a blind tag on the rebound. Steve doesn’t notice it as he leaps into the air wrapping his legs around the neck of Black before flipping backwards taking Robert down with the Hurricanrana. Rory leaps onto Steve’s back and appears to be trying to choke him out. Steve smiles and seems undisturbed by the Asphyxiation, probably something he is used to by now. Steve walks over to his corner and gets the tag into Felix. Felix peels Rory off of Steve’s back and holds her into the air by the waist. Steve hops up onto the top rope as Rory vainly tries to fight free using a very advanced technique of shaking about. Steve launches himself off the top rope connecting with the Missile Dropkick as Felix arches backwards with the Germen Suplex to complete the Happy Ending. [align=center]One! Two! Three![/align] MA: Here are your winners by pinfall, Hardcore Sex! Hardcore Sex stand in the ring and signal with their hands around their waists. They are either indicting that they saw a very fat man, or more likely that they want the tag team titles. The camera cuts away to the backstage area and we are looking at a small secluded part of the Sports & Fitness Center, white painted brick wall is the background covered only in a giant plastic ReVolt logo in the centre of the shot. Suddenly we hear a microphone ‘duff’ twice as a hand taps to check that it’s working and turned on, then 100% Jay Bain steps into shot, looking down at the mic in hand, awaiting a crowd pop, he stands rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck from left to right. There is a crowd reaction but it’s a standard ‘face’ cheer, a Bain chant can be heard which seems to animate Jay to begin this promo. Jay: Good evening Saint Thomas, Hello to the fans at home watching ReVolt. I am one full intensity wrestling star to be going up against the Rejects tonight and I wanted to take some time to say something to the Rejects. Now it has been brought to my attention that I’m not really getting your attention, not quite on the radar of the Rejected, one knows me don’t you totty, but anyway by the end of ReVolt tonight you will know Jay Bain. Allow me to tell you why. Bain Now closes his eyes as he begins to picture the scene in his head of the aftermath, a big smile crosses his face, re opens his eyes and begins to explain. Jay: Rejects, you seem to really plug the fact that you are all a ‘Team’ and on the same page, you all stand there in matching dressing gowns and talk about the ones that didn’t show interest in you……. Jay now looks confused to what the problem is? Jay: Right….so what your saying is that you were just ordinary, plain, run of the mill no bodies? What’s the problem? You all were just one more digit on the planet. So wait, hang on, Prime, Kennedy, Elrick, Hutch and possibly me are all remind you of the Bullies in you school when you was growing up? So is this for every time a Bully took your juice? stole your seat or jumped the dinner time cue? Bain pulls a face like a child and alters his voice to a high pitched child, of about 8 years old, drops his arms and lets them hang down. Jay: you drank my chocolate milk. Give it back, give it baaccckkk!! Miss, Miss…. He took my choc Milkshake and kicked my leg and stuck his tongue out. Jay leaps backwards resembling a scared vampire with his hands infront of him like he is playing the piano Jay: Agh Miss, they tipped my tray and it dropped spilt my strudel. Jay laughs to himself and is joined by the majority of the crowd, sounds similar to canned laughter, Jay now goes back to being himself and returns back to the topic. Jay: So that’s a reason you are in your little boy band is it? Well as far as you all being unified and on the same page while our team is egotistical? like thats a problem? your oh so wrong. Why would we need to be a team when it gets down to one on one? the talant in this team is varied in abilty. Prime will hit you so hard you will go once around the world, one Reject dealt with, Kennedy will be all over Graver like toppings on a pizza, two down, Elrick and Jack may aswell be in their own match, three down, hutch will fry that gold and hit you when you least expect it and won’t ever let you forget it, four down, totty, You are mine and so is that Flycore title when I get my shot. With that said no Reject is exclusive to no one, Gabe your in need of a mention too, you’re a shithead. A bain chant can be heard among a few laughs again Jay: Rejects one and all this is what I have to say on behalf of our team but especially from me, My foot, your Arse, Tonight!! Jay walks off screen for where he came to a cheer from the crowd and as a few seconds pass Jay once again steps back into shot Jay; hate to say I told you so! Once again he leaves throwing the mic at the wall behind leaving the camera looking at the ReVolt logo. |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 20 2007, 05:37 PM Post #5 |
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CL: Daisuke’s latest student Shaun’s coming next right? JH: Yes, against our reigning Dual Crown Champion. CM: Who Shaun’s gonna whoop! CL: We’ll see, I see some blood pissing from somewhere though. [align=center]La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right! La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right! The lights dim throughout the arena as Kanye repeats the lines accapella. He receives a mixed reaction throughout the arena as Shaun's music blasts. Shaun slowly steps out the curtains and stops right above the stairs. I Had A Dream I Can Buy My Way To Heaven, When I Woke I Spent That On A Necklace. I Told God I'll Be Back In A Second, Man It's So Hard Not To Act Reckless! Shaun stares cockily at the crowd into the arena. He crosses both of his arms as white pyro rains down from the Revoltrons behind him. Once the pyro stops raining Shaun slowly takes off his hood and smirks as he jogs down the stairs. He nods his head to the song as he walks slowly down the aisleway. Clips of Shaun in action plays on the ReVoltrons. I Feel The Pressure, Under More Scrutiny And What I Do? Act More Stupidly! Shaun nears the ring and takes off his hoodie and slings it into the nearby audience. Shaun continues to lip synch the words as he takes a couple of steps and hops up on the ring apron. Shaun turns and raises both arms in the air leaning on the top ropes. After taunting the crowd more he walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall! and is a open challenge match! First hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds…. SSSHHHHAAAAUUNNN WWWIIILLLSSSOOONNNNN!!! So If The Devil Wear Prada, Adam & Eve Wears Nada I'm In Between, But Way More Fresher. With Way Less Effort, Cuz When You Try Hard.......That's When You Die Hard! Your Homies Looking Like Why God, When They Reminisce Over You My God! The beat breaks down as the woman continues her chant as Shaun is perched above the top rope. He taps his chest and raises his arms still talking trash to him. Shaun finally climbs down and adjusts his wrestling gear. Excuse Iz You Saying Something? Un Uh You Can't Tell Me Nothing! (Ha Ha) You Can't Tell Me Nothing! La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right! La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right! Shaun bounces around the ring and gets ready for his opponents.[/align] JH: Our current one half tag-team champion Shaun Wilson looking ready as ever. CM: Well of course you idiot,. The man’s gonna show the man named a pussy by himself how to actually wrestle. CL: You realize if you ever said that to him, he‘d kick your face off? Tell him because that‘d be awesome. [align=center]A weird sound echoes around arena and soon a guitar begins to play with the echo in the background, the bass guitar comes in shortly after. The guitars and echo stop, a drum and piano beat replace them. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in. He has around his neck the chain that Lucy used to carry now he carries it in his right hand and over his head covering his face he wears his mask. Kitten stands on the stage listening to the mix of his music, the supporting cheers and the hate filled jeers. I realize my world of demise and the poisonous sky that's stinging my eyes I clench my fist I spill my blood I clench my fist 'cause I am the tool Xtreme Kitten walks down to ringside calmly, he stands there and surveys the ring. I'm burning with contempt that's bringing me down! I'm burning with contempt that's bringing me down! I'm burning with contempt that's bringing me down! Kitten gets a short run up and jumps onto the apron landing on one foot then the other, he then hops into the ring and jogs to his corner while undoing the spiked collar. Kitten hangs the chain over the middle turnbuckle.[/align] MA: And his opponent! Hailing from Shoal Bay, New South Wales, Australia and weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds… XTTTTRRREEEMMMMEEEEE KKKKKIIIITTTTTTTEEENNNN!!!! [align=center]AS OF NOW I AM A TOOL OF SEVERE IMPACT HAMMER DOWN CAUSE AND EFFECT AND CREATE A NEW WORLD! The music stops and Kitten quickly pulls off his mask. Kitten points the a member of the crowd and offers to throw the mask to them, their excitement turns to angry as Xtreme Kitten laughs a little and throws his mask onto the apron near his corner. He then walks over to his corner and rest against it waiting for the match to start.[/align] JH: Kitten still seemingly enrolled since Lucy left him, hope he sorts himself out soon. CM: Why would you care? After Kiyoshi’s done with him, he’ll be just a puddle of non importance. CL: That was quite… well clever, what you take? You ate a dictionary didn‘t you? As Kitten and Shaun stand in there respective corners, Shaun looking more then ready to kick some Kitten ass, Richard Kelly then calls for the bell and the match begins. As the bell sounds, Shaun doesn’t even waste time, he charges Kitten, attacking him with ferocious elbows to the head, really smashing them in making Kitten reel into the corner. But Shaun then backs off, grinning to the crowd before charging towards Kitten in the corner, leaping in the air looking for a big splash, but Kitten catches him and almost Samoa Joe like PLOWS! Him into the canvas with a standing STO! CM: Hey, that’s not fair! JH: It was a standing STO, so why? CM: He used the ropes! CL: …Why comment? Just why… Kitten walks away from the corner as he rubs his cheek, the elbows seemingly taking a little effect, but nothing to Shaun who rolls to the ring apron, climbing up onto it as Kitten watches him, he then pounces, running and smashing his knee into Shaun, sending him flying into the ring barricade as Kitten’s knee and himself land on the canvas, seemingly satisfied with his before mentioned actions. That said though, Kitten doesn’t let Shaun rest as he rolls out of the ring, grabs Shaun up and then rolls him back into the ring, Kitten following in and as he does, smiles to the downed Shaun. CL: Shaun’s kinda getting his ass handed to him ain’t he? CM: No, its called playing the match, you’ll see. JH: Like we wanna see *coughs* Kitten then stomps down on him, really pumping his foot down into Shaun’s chest area, but as he keeps doing it, suddenly a boo is heard, Kitten looks up to see non other then Daisuke “The Crow” Tanaka and Mr. Blond making there way to the ring, Kitten looks to them and just seems to snarl, but not for long as he lifts up Shaun into the air, in doing so placing him on his shoulders in a inverted foreman’s carry, with that in to, he also points and smirks towards Daisuke before seemingly ready to finish off the match! CL: Daisuke appearing? Now Kitten is gonna lose. CM: See, knew you’d agree. JH: Guys Kitten’s about to hit his Psycho Driver, it’s over… But that taunting kind screws Kitten over as Shaun knees Kitten in the head, making him give way before Shaun slides down off, landing on his feet before leaping behind Kitten and bringing him down sharply with a LungBlower! CL: You said? Daisuke applauds as the fans seem not to pleased, but as Shaun stands up, looking towards his comrades he seems more motivated somewhat as he boots down on Kitten, each kick seemingly full of readiness before Shaun then backs up, awaiting Kitten to stand, almost setting him up for something, Kitten not seeing him slowly stands, his back seemingly quite aching but as he turns, Shaun comes charging yet again, this time though, he connects with a spinning heel kick, knocking Kitten down, Shaun then goes for the cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO! TH… NOPE SHOULDER UP![/align] CM: That was a slow count, come on Richard! Of course Shaun agrees thumping down on the canvas towards Richard, who signals two which of course annoys Shaun who looks towards Daisuke, Daisuke points towards Kitten and seems to signal finish him off quickly. Shaun agrees as he picks up Kitten, seeing the open chance he grabs him in a ¾ headlock AKA a stunner, but as Shaun signals for the end, Kitten seems to be playing him a fool, as he grabs the one arm, then the stomach and with all of Kitten’s power, throws! Shaun over with a half nelson suplex, making Shaun fly over and land on the top of his head! JH: Half Nelson Suplex! CM: …No. CL: Oh I’m afraid boy, he just got his head dropped, that was sick! CM: …no. Kitten sits up, turning to see the downed Shaun, smiling he turns towards the Tanaka Zaibatsu who look somewhat concerned before he then stands up, moving towards the corner and seemingly looking to set up for a kick, Shaun only being a few feet away, but as Kitten does, Mr. Blond grabs his leg, distracting him! Kitten looks up to see that Daisuke is distracting Richard, while all this has happened Shaun has stood up and as Kitten turns to the ring, Shaun leaps up and connects with a Sheer head drop DDT, smashing Kitten into the canvas with power! CM: Ha, gotta love Daisuke. JH: Come on! That’s not fair. CM: What? Shaun DDT’in Kitten, come on Jonathon don’t be a sore loser. Shaun looks out of it honestly as he looks towards Mr. Blond who’s telling him to pin Kitten, Daisuke of course let’s Richard get back to his job as both Kitten and Shaun remain down on the canvas, but Shaun then climbs to his feet, before lifting Kitten up and then moving him to the corner, before hitting a few forearm strikes, before lifting Kitten up to the top turnbuckle and then moving up himself, but as he does, Kitten pushes him off, making him roll backwards, as he des, Kitten leaps off and connects with a knee right to the jaw, making Shaun drop to the canvas as Kitten slides on his knees. JH: Kitten coming back with a knee strike. CM: Shaun’s gotta win this, for Christ’s sake. Kitten stands up quickly, soccer kicking Shaun right in the head making him dazed as he then picks up Shaun once again for the inverted fireman’s carry, ready to finish off the match, but as he does Mr. Blond climbs on the apron, distracting Richard, Kitten turns towards him, wondering what the hell, but what he doesn’t see is Daisuke sliding in the ring with his Bukkon, awaiting him to turn, Kitten does to SNAP! The wooden sword over Kitten’s forehead making him release Shaun and reel into the ropes… JH: Richard! CM: Awesome! CL: Blood! CM: Wow, we sound related. JH & CL: NO! Kitten’s forehead begins to bleed as he comes from the ropes, straight into a spinning back kick to the gut from Shaun as Daisuke is out of the ring, just in time to see Shaun deliver a Asai DDT, taking Kitten down as he then makes the cover, Mr. Blond pointing to Shaun making the cover, Richard comes over and makes the count. [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE!!![/align] JH: Oh my… CM: Shaun wins! CL: No Daisuke does, gotta give the man his dues, he kick so much ass. JH: Shaun beat Kitten… Shaun sits up, still dazed by the soccer kick earlier only to be met by a applauding Tanaka Zaibatsu who lift him to his feet and make him realize he just pinned the DC Champion, in doing so Shaun roars in joy and cockiness! MA: Your winner! Via pinfall!… SSSHHHHAAAAAAUUUNNNN WWWIILLLLLSSSOOONNNNN!!! Shaun climbs the turnbuckle, throwing his arms to the air, but is soon met by cans and packets being flung into the ring with a huge chorus of boo’s, the crowd hating the win as Shaun doesn’t care, he keeps celebrating, Daisuke applauding as Kitten is checked on by Richard Kelly. CM: Shaun wins! Shaun wins! Shaun god damn wins! CL: Thanks to Daisuke, he is a legend. JH: I still… it’s not fair and Daisuke and Blond will get there comeuppance soon. The Tanaka Zaibatsu make there leave as rubbish still gets throw towards them, Kitten sits up, Richard checking on him as the camera cuts to the commentary team. Roxie drags her feet heavily backstage running her hand across the wall as she goes. Her eyes are still overshadowed by black runoff. She looks as though she hasn’t slept in days even. Her even more wobbly legs give that fact away. Soon, Roxie is approached from behind by a familiar individual who seems somewhat glad to see her. Shawni: Well it’s about time I catch up to you. You know how many idiotic peons I had to go through to get to you? No response from the drained Roxie, so Shawni continues. Shawni: I tell you I had the worst time trying to find you. But now that I did, we can finally talk. Again nothing from Roxie. This time, Shawni grabs hold of her shoulder and spins her around. With a mighty shove, Shawni forces Roxie against the wall hard. Shawni: Answer me when I talk to you! What? You think that just because you work in some…some…what is this place anyway? Roxie takes the chance when Shawni removes her hand to walk away, though very turtle like. Shawni quickly takes notice but doesn’t pursuit. Shawni: Fine! Run away you little slut! Just because I had to actually go and converse with the disgusting people you work with so I could catch up with you, you think you can just turn away from me? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! Of course you know, and that’s why you know this is the biggest mistake you’re ever going to make. Good bye, Roxie. I hope you’re happy with the choices you’ve made. Shawni turns now and begins to storm away shoving a worker clear out of the way. |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 20 2007, 05:39 PM Post #6 |
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MA: The following FOUR WAY CONTEST is scheduled for one fall! 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. MA: Making his entrance to the ring first, weighing 285 pounds, he is the Mile High Madman, DRAKE! LOOOOOOVE! [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promised you my heart just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead. [align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me. This is what I thought, so think me naive I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, ) Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] The house lights dim and slowly a set of frosted glass doors are lowered over the wrestlers entrance as a tuxedo clad man makes his way onto the concrete stage with microphone in hand. Suddenly bright white lights kick up behind the doors only to reveal the man on the stage further. He pulls the microphone to his lips as Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva begins to play over the PA system. The man begins to speak over the opening lyrics of the song. Man: “Ladies and gentlemen please…Would you bring your attention to me?” As the crowd fixes their attention on the man a silhouette appears in the light and the man continues to speak over the lyrics of the song. Man: “For a feast for your eyes to see. An explosion of catastrophe.” At the base of the stairs leading to the isle to the ring, a massive white explosion bursts out startling the crowd. The man again continues to speak over the song as he moves in putting a hand on the door handle covering the entrance. Man: “Like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door. Your jaws will be on the floor. After this you’ll be begging for more.” The man then pulls both doors open and the lights behind the glass dim down as two large spot lights focus in on the entrance and he quickly exits the stage as Ethan Adams clad in his entrance robe is revealed. The superstar steps out onto the concrete stage holding his arms out to his side as the song kicks in. [align=center] Welcome to the show Please come inside Ladies and gentlemen[/align] Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring. [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it? Boom Let me hear it Ladies and gentlemen[/align] As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes. MA: “Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!” [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it?[/align] Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting the match to begin. 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 music most of us remember from the Symphony of the Night title screen playing in the background [align=center]"And a Shepherd I shall be, for Thee my Lord for Thee. Power hath descended 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] 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 he makes a sudden, quick movement with his arms, spreading them out with almost a crucifix pose with his two lead fingers on both hands extended. MA: On the way to the ring at this time, he hails from County Wicklow, Ireland, weighing 231 pounds, THIS IS PRRRRIIIIIESSSSTTTT! The druids converge behind him as Priest advances toward the ring, the hood covering his face as the druids allow the fans to touch Priest when he gets close, Priest's hands now in front of him with his two lead fingers on both hands still extended. 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, roaring proudly to his fans who cover him in flashbulbs before he steps through the ropes into the ring, making the sign of the cross over the ring announcer, before patting him on the head. [align=center]What you got, what you want, what you need GONNA BE YOUR SAVIOR Everything's gonna crash and break BUT I KNOW, YEAH I KNOW What you got, what you want, what you need GONNA BE YOUR SAVIOR Everything's gonna crash and break YOUR SAVIOR[/align] 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 the referee while he helps Priest remove his robe, once that's done he dumps his robe to the outside, kisses his hand, places it on the mat and comes up crossing himself, ready to go for it. [align=center]*DING*[/align] Ash Koopa and Drake exit to the apron, leaving Priest and Ethan Adams all alone with each other in the middle of the ring. They lock up, but Ethan quickly takes the advantage with a harsh European uppercut, staggering Priest toward the corner, Priest takes refuge against the buckles but the First Wonder of the World rocks him with another European uppercut, taking the advantage now by sending Priest towards one of the neutral corners, Priest reverses, sending Ethan towards the corner but Ethan walks up the turnbuckle, coming back for a clothesline which connects hard with Priest’s jaw! Ethan stays on him and covers.. [align=center]1.. 2.. KICKOUT! [/align] Ethan picks him up now, applying a standing side headlock to keep the pressure on God’s Holy Warrior, he quickly switches the grasp up and into a front facelock, taking Priest over with a snap suplex—no, Priest landed on his feet! He turns Ethan around so that both men are facing each other, then pushes Ethan off into the ropes where he connects with an outside crescent kick, knocking Ethan to the mat! JH: Great action in the beginning by two great high-flyers! CM: Everything about this match is fucking great so far, isn’t it? Just wait until Drake tags in and then you’ll hear how bad this match is. Ethan smartly rolls to the outside to gather himself, which causes the opportunistic Drake Love to enter the ring while Priest’s back is turned, setting up and hitting a stalling neckbreaker on Priest! He follows up by pulling Priest up by his white locks and smashing him across the face a couple times with a pair of crossface strikes, until Ash Koopa enters the ring too and nails Drake right between the eyes with a Bionic Elbow, getting Drake’s attention and allowing the Koopamaniac to chuck Drake Love out of the ring, Ash following and sending Drake headfirst into the rail! CL: Didn’t take long to break down, did it? JH: Keep your eyes on the ring, who knows what’s going to happen with these four men! Ethan has since gotten back up on the apron considering the recent events happened so quickly, he sees Priest shaking the cobwebs loose from those heavy strikes by Drake and sees his opportunity, climbing up on the turnbuckle facing away from Priest, he briefly judges the distance and then leaps backward into a moonsault…but Priest got the knees up! Ethan bounces to his feet holding his chest and ribcage, and staggers into a ROARING Elbow that drops Ethan to one knee, Priest hooks up the half nelson and then brings him up and down in the backbreaker—no, Ethan reversed the Repent backbreaker by armdragging out of it! Priest slides to his feet and Ethan fires a harsh gut kick into Priest’s solarplexus, Ethan loads him up quickly looking for a powerbomb and powers him up onto his shoulders, but Priest not losing his cool fires a couple shots into Ethan’s head to loosen his grip, he scoots around so that Ethan’s got him electric-chair hold style and pulls him backward, SPIKING his head into the canvas! JH: REVERSE Hurricanrana from Priest, Ethan’s got to be on the corner of Dream Street and Out Cold Drive right now! CM: …Are you kidding? “the corner of Dream Street and Out Cold Drive?” CL: I have to admit, although Chip’s a douchebag I agree, you’re hurting for some creativity here. Priest stays on to make the cover.. [align=center]1.. 2.. KICKOUT![/align] JH: Priest could have some momentum here and now—wait a damn minute. What in the fuck business does HE have out here? He, as a matter of fact, noble readers, would be Onikage, the Light of FIW having strolled onto the entrance stage. He’s just standing there, arms crossed, watching the contest unfold, seemingly with those empty eyes trained on the KoopaManiac. CL: The fans are fucking letting him have it, what does he want out here? CM: No idea, but he seems pretty damn interested in Ash Koopa! Priest now, not losing focus after the close kickout, picks up Ethan and rocks him with a left handed forearm, pushing him toward the ropes. He Irish Whips Ethan across, Ethan reversing the whip so that on the rebound, he can back body drop Priest over the ropes—no, Priest landed on his feet on the apron. He whips Ethan around but Ethan suprises him with a stiff standing dropkick, knocking Priest off the apron and right into the middle of the Drake Love/Ash Koopa brawl, Drake having just dropped Ash right on the rail with a gutbuster! The emergence of Priest who immediately whacks Drake across the jaw with a forearm is giving time to Ash Koopa to recover, but it may not be much time as the camera pans out just in time to see Ethan Adams poised to strike, he leaps up onto the top rope and then backflips off, getting tremendous air and coming down on Priest’s shoulders to whip him into the protective ringside mats with a hurricanrana, sending Priest right into Drake Love with the maneuver! JH: STAR STRUCK! ETHAN HIT STAR STRUCK, MY GOD WHAT A MANEUVER! CM: See? THIS is why I hate that cruiserweight bullshit. Bitchen acts like he’s seeing his first pair of real boobs every time they do one of those stupid flippy moves. Ethan sees the advantage now and picks up Priest, rolling him into the ring, Priest seems to shake the cobwebs loose and is slowly getting to his feet, with the usage of the opposite side ropes, once he’s all the way up though he stumbles right into the RATINGS SPIKE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Ethan, believing he has it, rolls Priest over and covers, hooking the leg.. [align=center]1.. 2.. SAVE! BY ASH KOOPA![/align] JH: CLOSE one! Ash just BARELY made it back in, and now there goes Ethan to the outside! Ash is now poised and ready to strike as Priest must once again use the ropes to will himself to his feet, the crowd banging the rails trying to get Priest back into this match, Ash advances once Priest is up and applies a front facelock, then lifts Priest into the air looking for the Koop De Grace, Priest is wiggling his legs trying to get out of it and eventually lands on his feet, kneeing Ash in the gut, and then quickly bringing him up and down in the half nelson backbreaker he calls ‘Repent’! CL: NICE counter! Priest has got to follow up though, he needs to put this away right the fuck now with how much damage he’s taken! Priest seems to have a psychic connection with the booth as now he picks Ash up again, Drake and Ethan still brawling on the outside, the referee too busy watching the action between Ash and Priest to make a count. Priest applies a standing headscissors now, spreading his arms in signal for the Prophecy, he picks Ash up and is only able to step over one arm before he’s backdropped, countering the finisher! Priest is quickly to his feet, but a harsh knee to the midsection and a second, successful Koop De Grace later, Ash is making the cover! [align=center]1.. Drake sees the cover and tries to get in but Ethan pulls him out! 2… Ethan slides underneath the bottom rope AND DIVES FOR THE SAVE.. 3! NO! TOO LATE FOR ETHAN AND THE LAST SECOND KICKOUT BY PRIEST![/align] MA: Your winner is ASH KOOOOOOOPA! Ash quickly rolls out of the ring, having seen the appearance of Onikage, and moves up the ramp at increasing speed as now Drake has ambushed Ethan Adams with a running kick right to the chest, the two men starting to brawl as Priest rolls out of the ring to recover from the two finishers he had taken. Onikage sees Ash gaining on him and before Ash can close any further, Onikage turns and moseys on backstage, seemingly paying no mind to the infuriated KoopaManiac. The camera cuts from the ringside area after that chaotic four-way and to one of the many backstage hall ways in the arena. This one happens to have the reigning FSC pacing around in it, in his in-ring attire save for the Extreme Ninja mask. Instead he's wearing the black cloth like veil that he's become very well known for wearing outside of the ring over his face. However there is a far more important detail to note, the fact that he's holding his cell phone up to his ear and there is a faint ringing on the other end. Extreme Ninja #2: Oh! Hi, I wasn't sure if you were going to pick up. There is a faint audible noise coming from the other end at very fast speed and very high pitched though the camera is too far away to pick up what is said. Slowly EN #2 stops pacing and through his cloth it looks like he might be smiling a little, listening to the person on the other end patiently. Extreme Ninja #2: Yes, I know a sprain can't keep down the Hellcat Champion, I just thought you might be getting rest or taking care of April. Once more there is more faint audible noise of what must be Jaime Lee talking on the other end, whatever she says it makes a eyebrow shoot up. Extreme Ninja #2: Jesse? If he was some body else, Ninja might've regret asking that question as it sends FIW's Sweetheart into what sounds like a big explanation. Eventually FIW's Original Ninja gets a pondering expression on his face and nods his head a little. Extreme Ninja #2: Oh yeah, I think I remember running into him, so he's helping you with taking care of April, huh? What Jaime starts to say next causes the FSC's eyes to widen a bit and he fails to stop himself from blurting out. Extreme Ninja #2: You're watching the show? More chatting from the other end, it is just as fast as all the other times but this time it doesn't sound as high pitched and even sounds a bit mad. Gradually there seems to be a pink blush forming on Ninja's cheeks and he scratches the back of his head as he listens. Extreme Ninja #2: Eh heh, well...thanks for the sentiment about the match and I'll try and do you proud against her, Jaime. Much to his relief it seems there is a less angry sounding audible noise coming from the phone. Extreme Ninja #2: Actually Jaime, there was another reason I was calling you... Surprisingly, or not, there is only a short bit of audible noise that is Jaime talking on the other end. Extreme Ninja #2: Not sure if you saw but they've picked a theme for this year's Halloween Party... Before the second generation Extreme Ninja can get any further there is an explosion of excited audible chatter on the other end. It sounds like Jaime is going a mile a minute with how it is coming out on the phone. Ninja shuffles around in place a bit, moving his feet and looking a bit nervous now all of a sudden for some reason. Extreme Ninja #2: Yeah, it's totally cool... It seems like by the way EN #2 reacts to his own words he realizes that he just repeated one of the things Jaime said, and how silly it sounded coming out of his mouth. Softly he shakes his head in more of a gesture to shake out any thing like that and this nervousness that seems to be infecting him. Extreme Ninja #2: There was a question I wanted to ask you about it too. Briefly there is a audible noise on the other end which sounded positive, and must've been by the deep inhale Ninja takes. For a few seconds he just exhales softly to further calm his nerves and gets a determined look in his eyes. Extreme Ninja #2: Jaime, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Prom...Halloween Party with me? For a moment there is silence and Ninja presses his ear against the speaker to make sure he didn't miss the answer. When all of a suddenly there is a very loud squeal of glee from the other end, or what sounds like one at the very least. The FSC cringes and pulls the cell away from his ear that now might be deaf thanks to the squeal that came through it moments ago. Extreme Ninja #2: You will?! A sigh of relief escapes from beneath the veil like cloth and his entire body relaxes upon this news. Extreme Ninja #2: Well, I better get going and get ready for my match comi... More audible noises on the other end and gradually EN #2's expression shifts from relief to confusion. Extreme Ninja #2: Wait...What are you...You bought...costumes? Before any more can be revealed the camera fades to black to a commercial break. |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 20 2007, 05:41 PM Post #7 |
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MA: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall, to a Fifteen Minute Time Limit!!! [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] MA: Introducing first, from Kansas City, Missouri; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Forty Eight pounds… GRANT RIIIIIIICCCCCEEEE!!!! 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… [align=center]Ba-Ding!!![/align] CM: Eh? Why the bell? Daisuke isn’t here yet? CL: Isn’t he? CM: No. No, he isn’t. Oh wait, there he is. As Jon Hitchen palms his face in disgust, Daisuke arrives after ringing the bell himself. He arrives in a bit of style, swirling cloak, rolling about and getting a Heel Cross Hold which looks suspiciously like the Grapevined Straight Mizery. Possibly it is the same move that finished him off twice, but since one’s a Heel Cross Hold, and the other’s a named trademark move, we’re allowed to get it within moments of the match. CM: Not only is he actually trying to spend as little time on this match as possible, he’s also gonna do it in the same way that he tapped twice. You might say he’s kill- CL: Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare. With the obvious pun averted, all we have to do is see if the scheme pays off. It seems to be hurting, even if Grant doesn’t exactly want to show it. With Daisuke in control of the hold, no easy break is possible, but since he pretty close to his own corner, the break is a matter of crawling a few inches and reaching his hand out. So there’s the break, don’t worry, I wasn’t going to cheat you out of at least three pages of match. Now is the time for Daisuke to go over to his corner, take his entrance coat off, throw it out, and start circling the ring as if he actually means business. Grant Rice however, really does and this becomes apparent around the time Daisuke goes for a lock up and then rolls away to one side. Apparently, his belt wasn’t sufficiently tied for him to proceed. Hardly anyone is amused by this; least of all Grant Rice, who punches him in the face. JH: That settled that. CM: Settled what? JH: Erm… No-one’s quite clear what it settles, but a punch to the face settles something. It doesn’t exactly settle Daisuke, who needs to have words with the referee about the illegality of the move. Fuzz is the wrong person to be talking about that kind of this. It begs the question “does Fuzz know the rules?” On balance, one can conclude that he does know them, but doesn’t care. Either way, he’s not giving Grant Rice what for at all, and the Crow feels that he’s being maligned slightly by all of this. Arguing with him doesn’t seem to be helping, and Grant takes a leaf out of Daisuke’s own book and rolls him up! [align=center]One! Two!! Three??? NOOO!!![/align] JH: No matter, here’s a Knee Cross Hold on that bad knee, with Grant Rice going smoothly for the Straight Mizery! [align=center]BAM!!![/align] JH: Good Sweet Christ, What The Hell Was That? CM: TERRORISTS!!! EXPLOSIONS!!! AAARRRGGGHHHH!!! CL: Chill, you two douche bags, all it was, was a flash-bang in the boot. And so our Richard Reid wannabe escapes the hold, and the ring, and his smouldering boot. Thankfully, he has a lackey who was clever enough to bring a spare. Fuzz now has to shrug his shoulders at Grant Rice, saying “Well, I let the punches go. Maybe if you were actually hurt by it, I might think about warning him.” Through the haze, as he waits for his pupils to return to normal; Grant Rice can make out a peroxide flash of hair at ring-side, and launches himself in that direction, and the dive that follows would have a Spanish name if he actually had any form in it. All he actually does is throw himself at the Tanaka Zaibatsu over the top rope at speed. Not that I’m trying to take anything away from it, just explaining that it might not be as pretty as say a Steve Patterson Lucharesu type dive. It works, and the villains are for now foiled. [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] The count-out begins with Daisuke’s ear-splitting screams drowned out by the roar of the crowd. He was sitting down, tying up his new boot and adjusting his shin-pad when Grant Rice fell from the sky on top of him and his flunky. The bad knee appears to have been worst hit, despite Blondie being standing up to catch the Revolutionary. [align=center]Four! Five!! Six!!![/align] The Crow, whose knee doesn’t appear capable of supporting him any more, tries to claw his way back up onto the apron, as Rice rolls away and blinks his eyes back into seeing properly. As soon as he can see which way the ring is, he slides back in. [align=center]Seven! Eight!! Nine!!![/align] Daisuke now has a hand up on the bottom rope, and is almost in the ring. Head now completely cleared, Grant Rice uses it to sprint across and block his opponent’s return with a baseball slide… [align=center]TEN???[/align] NO!!! The count is reset when Daisuke tugs on the feet sliding towards him and falls back! With one hand still on the ropes, he twists over the bottom rope and back to the relative safety of the ring; relative safety because it’s not currently occupied by an irate Grantland Rice, who kicks Mr. Blond in the ribs. Blondie would normally have some kind of physical response to this, but only manages to drawl something about him having a match to get to. The quiff takes precedence it seems. CM: In this crazy, messed up world, it’s good to see a man with his priorities in order. JH: I don’t know if Mr. Blond is worth the time spent kicking him. Anyway, don’t we have a match to be getting on with? CL: Not really, one can’t even stand under his own power, and the other is trying to form an R with his hand. Carry on insulting each other, it’s all good. I have popcorn. Constance is looking pretty happy for himself, Grant Rice is looking pretty happy with himself, as he gets ready to Call 911, and get an ambulance for Daisuke. After lifting him up, and waiting the ten or so seconds to get put through, it seems that Dai-chan is actually feeling well enough to reverse it into a lucha-ish arm-drag, which send Rice flying - and sliding - and in ideal position to get kicked or kneed, or locked into some kind of submission, if only the Crow had two working legs; which, of course, he doesn’t. JH: UUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ- CM: zzzzz… JH: ZZZZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! Daisuke stands right up into the move, and winds up on his head. More ‘R’ Hand signs follow, as Mr. Blond directs Fuzz’s attention to a man who may well not be able to walk tomorrow morning. Fuzz goes over to have a look, just in case he has to stop the match. CM: Calm down, Bitchen; he’s only doing the job of a second, nothing illegal here. JH: Yet… Sweet Zombie Jesus, there we go! Blond Mist in Rice’s face!!! CM: Can’t say he didn’t deserve it, he was talking down to a man of taste and style. You know the rest. Tanaka takes Rice’s right arm, and his right leg, rolls him into a V9/Daisuke Clutch, folding his arms as he does so, with no sign of pain as he holds onto the bridge. [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!! DINGDINGDING!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner.. DAISUKE THE CRRROOOOWWW!!! And would you believe it, this Virgin Isles crowd are not pleased. They are in fact, the opposite of pleased. They could be less pleased, but Daisuke would have had to break actual laws, since no laws actually cover surgical implantation of poison mist glands. Admittedly, this is probably because no lawmaker ever expected it to ever come up, but still. Nightmare, ready to break heads – as he always is – is coming down with a steel chair [no sign of Redrum yet,] JH: Yeah, you better run! 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| Kryten Shards | Oct 20 2007, 05:42 PM Post #8 |
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[align=center]It's coming up It's coming up It's coming up It's coming up It's DARE It's DARE[/align] This quick introduction can only mean one things as Roxie Galanoochie takes to the stage. Forgoing the pleasantries of a dance, Roxie walks down the stairs and starts off towards the ring. Blue and white strobes enshrine her as she ignores all calls from the fans whether they be the verbal cat call or the extended hand for a hand slap. Such an unpleasant actions seems funny to her as she smiles. [align=center] that's what you do it baby Hold it down there Jump with them all and move it Jump back and forth It feels like you were there yourself work it out [/align] MA: From New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty three pounds…ROXIEEEEEEEEEE…GAAAAAALAAAANOOOOCHIEEEEEEEEEEeee!!!!!!!!!!!! Roxie reaches up grabbing hold of the middle rope and places her left knee up on the apron before pushing up on the right foot to get the other knee up there as well. Up on the apron, Roxie releases the middle rope and slides her head under it as her right knee joins in as well. Roxie remains straddling the bottom rope to take the moment to laugh out at the fans wanting to see her fall once again. Roxie lifts in her left leg and crawls around for a few seconds along the ropes before using the corner turnbuckle to pull herself up first to her knees. Roxie takes another moment to look through the crowd a smile etched on her face until she suddenly spins around, kicks out her legs, and takes a seated position in the corner. [align=center] It's coming up It's coming up It's DARE Never did no harm Never did no harm[/align] Roxie remains seated for a moment bobbing her head along with the beat until finally pulling herself up to her feet using the top rope. It’s a slow movement that gives a mighty fine arch in her favour. So mighty in fact that when she releases the rope and rears forward the momentum buildup is enough to get in a decent cartwheel that Roxie ends by shooting both arms in the air, fists clenched, letting out a refreshing smile of self approving accomplishment. It’s then that the music fades out and lights resume to normal velocity. CL: What’s up with this woman? One minute she’s all bouncy and happy, the next she’s all pissed off, then she’s all “oh, feel sorry for me”, and now she’s back to bouncy! CM: Ah to be young again, and also a female. JH: That answer your question? CL: It’ll have to do. 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 bango drums pound over the speakers. [align=center]The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The Evil Genius The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers The champ is here Kiss what ma niggas The champ is here[/align] ”The Champ is Here” 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 “Got some bling baby!” Then proceeds to undo his robe to reveal the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship is resting around his waist. MA:[/b} His opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Detroit, Michigan, he is the current Full Intensity Wrestling Fighting Spirit Champion; EXTREEEEEEEEEEEEME NINJAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa! [align=center]Fuckin wit the champion You already know J-A-D-A Kiss the game goodbye You fuckin wit the champion You already know Niggas know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just wanna rock for a century And then chase the book wit the documentary If you cant do nothing other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, lets go Don't make me put your heart on your lap Fuck ridin’ a beat nigga, I parallel park on a track Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue And I don't know you But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason After I cash in there's really no justification Of how I'm gone change tha game So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame Mother fucka, aha The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here[/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 “Ninja & Jaime? Match of the Year!” and “Once again the champ!”, and “Ninja <3s Jaime!” 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 pulls off his robe to get ready for the match ahead. Also managing to unhook the FSC from around his waist and holds it up briefly to a few more cheers before waiting for the referee to come take it. CM: Think the champ is here? CL: Oh-ho my god, you are one funny man, Chip. Any jokes about the fact that he’s a ninja from Detroit while you’re at it? CM: None come to mind, ask me again later though. CL: Sometimes I wonder about you, Chip. I honestly, honestly do. Both combatants meet centre of the ring where they forgo the whole handshake, goodwill crap and get right down to business. A hard slap by Ninja catches Roxie off guard as she turns with the impact. Ninja moves in with a rear waist lock which Roxie quickly turns through to get in behind Ninja. Unlike her opponent, Roxie doesn’t try to go straight into a grapple, instead she sends a few clubbing blows to the back of Ninjas neck. Two, three and Roxie drops down to her knees and pushes outwards on the insides of Ninjas legs. Damn, that’s a lot of plurals. JH: Whatever it is she’s going for it doesn’t look pretty. CL: Roxie isn’t going for anything. It’s Ninja who’s hurting himself with that standing splitz. CM: I thought Ninjas were supposed to be agile. JH: Looks like we’ll find out just how agile Extreme Ninja #2 really is. Roxie sends a few more chops to the inside of Ninjas legs widening the gap. Soon he stands with both legs sticking straight out on both sides. As excruciating as that is, it’s about to get a whole lot worse apparently. Roxie rises up to her feet and begins pushing down on the small of Ninjas back, a nice big smile on her face as she looks through the crowd as they watch their hero take this awkward position. Roxie isn’t finished yet as she not once, not twice, but thrice thrusts her pelvis forward howling out in laughter as her short display of in ring dominance takes it’s effect. JH: What is she doing? CL: Looks like she’…no. CM: Only in the FIW will you see a psychotic lesbian stripper doggy style a split legged ninja. Roxie shouts out to the crowd. Something about how Jaime is really going to like this next part. Roxie jumps up onto Ninjas back and tries to go in for a sleeper. Of course, Extreme Ninja has had enough and uses Roxie’s momentum against her snapmaring her hard against the canvas. Of course, the masked wonder takes a brunt of damage in his own pelvic region. Roxie, who was completely caught off guard, lies there dazed and confused as Ninja takes this time to recuperate. CM: You know, what we just saw really brings up an interesting point. JH: How Extreme Ninja is not willing to take it in the butt in any sense? CL: No, I actually agree with Chip. Surprisingly. You know, in lesbian sex you’re given a tongue and two hands to do the job. Any guy could bring that. And that’s where strap ons would come into play. JH: But that’s still very close to something a guy could bring to the table. But that’s different in a lesbians case, because it’s rare. It shows that they aren’t all the way turned. That there’s still some hope, that thin ray of light. CM: Yea…yea! Kinda like when Sybil Veg— CL: DON’T YOU FUCKING SAY THAT FUCKING NAME! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKER! JH: Okay, I think it’s time for Constance to…settle down. And as we do that, let’s go back to our regularly scheduled match. CL: Fucker… Ninja is the first to rise up to his feet. Once up, Ninja shakes out his legs for a few moments to full loosen them then does a few half squats. Ready to continue, Ninja moves over towards Roxie and STOMPS A MUDHOLE IN HER! Over and over again, Ninja continues to let out some unrelenting stomps, each one is dropped down with authority. Finally, Mark pulls Ninja away to one side of the ring against the ropes to try and calm him down. It doesn’t work though as Ninja busts his way through Mark and goes back to Roxie. Only this time he picks her up by her chin. Once he gets her to her feet, Ninja begins letting out some stiff right fists to the side of Roxie’s face sending her back stepping towards the ropes. JH: Extreme Ninja is all business tonight. CL: Of course he is. You’d feel the same way towards me if I went and uh…wait, do you even have any friends? It seems that Chip has nothing to add to this as he remains in stunned silence over actions preceding this discussion. Anyhow, Ninja sends Roxie running towards the other side of the ring where he meets up with her rather quickly diving his knee into her gut. Sending her to the other side, Ninja performs the same tactic. Only this time he finishes it all off with a Russian leg sweep. Ninja quickly rolls into the cover as Mark dives down just as quickly. One! Two! Thr— No! Ninja breaks up his own count by rising off the pin. Seems that a few knees to the gut and a slammage on the back won’t be enough to satisfy Ninja’s need for vengeance. Ninja hoists Roxie up to her knees disregarding comments given to him by Mark. Letting Roxie rest her neck and arms on the middle rope, Ninja goes and rebounds off the other only to STRADDLE THE FUCKING ROPE! Roxie has rolled out of the way just in the nick of time and recovers quickly, not well enough though, but enough to catch Ninja with a few thunderous forearms as he gets off his little ride. A hard kick to the gut followed by a quick shove sends Ninja in the same position Roxie was in earlier. Too woozy to run, Roxie instead steps through the ropes over Ninjas head and proceeds to grind her body. These quick hip movements only slide Ninjas neck across the ropes as Mark gives the five count. At three, Roxie takes the rest of her body, the upper portion, glides it under the top rope and slides off of Ninja’s head pulling his neck more into the ropes. JH: What kind of fighting style is Roxie showing us tonight? CM: Her style is simple. It’s that she has no style. Roxie turns and re enters the ring only to straddle Ninjas chest letting her shins rest atop his shoulders. It’s a bit of an awkward pin even to Mark, but nonetheless is is a pin and Mark goes down. One! Two! With his legs, Ninja pulls down on Roxies arms landing her back on the canvas. Roxie rolls through and tries to go for a sudden dropkick. Try is right as Ninja slaps it away from a seated position. Landing on her chest, Roxie quickly tries to spring to her feet. Ninja is faster though as he comes from out of nowhere smashing into Roxies face with his forearm. Roxie falls landing against the middle rope. Unsure of what is going on, Roxie begins to stand herself up. Her head and torso are on the other side of the top rope as Ninja springs forward grabbing hold of her legs and lifting up. Roxie lets out a scream as Extreme Ninja twirls her around binding her in the top and middle rope. Just to seal Roxie in her already tight position, Extreme Ninja brings her feet on the inside of the bottom rope. CL: Well, now things are getting interesting. Roxie’s first initiative is to kick her best and scream out some form of language toward Extreme Ninja, none of it pleasant though. It’s clear that Ninja is smiling now as he begins to strike against Roxie with some open palm shots to the face. All the while Mark is counting him down. Why? Because while she isn’t grabbing the ropes, the ropes are grabbing her and that’s good enough in his book. Ninja backs away at four much to the dismay of the fans as Mark take a few moments to release Roxie from her ring rope bindings. A second spin and Roxie is even more woozy than before— CL: Fuckin’ Turn The Beat Around! CM: What? Turn the beat around, geez Chip. It connects straight into Roxies jaw and she goes down hard. Seeing her eyes not even flutter, Mark calls for the bell signalling a straight, off the record knockout. Mark calls out for something as a ring attendant slides in with a bottle. It takes a few moments, but Mark luckily revives Roxie. MA: Here is your winner by knockout, EXTREEEEEEEEEEEEEME NINJAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa! Roxie’s first sight is clearly the hand of Ninja who offers to help her up. With just as quick a motion as the kick, Roxie backhands it away and slides out of the ring. Extreme Ninja watches her go for a moment before he heads out of the ring. To catch up with her? No! To celebrate with his fans. JH: What a show of disrespect from Roxie. CM: Hey, c’mon, why would he even bother making the gesture? You don’t shake the hand of a guy who steals your candy bar after retrieving it, do you? JH: It doesn’t matter. Extreme Ninja #2 was ready to show some sportsmanship and Roxie clearly doesn’t have the class to accept it. CM: Whatever, all I know is that when I look at these two in the ring I’ll definitely be thinking of their little stunt earlier in the match. That of course, will be reminding me of Sy— CL: I’m gonna fucking kill you!!! |
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JH: We’ve had a night that has had a few surprises along the way but the biggest match is yet to come. CL: He means that both figuratively and literally, since we are about to enter a war zone. CM: Well, both sides seem to think of it more as a slaughtering than a war zone, then again many poets have written in their day about how war was just a more organized version of slaughter to the human sou- JH: Any ways, I sadly can say with honesty that we may be in trouble tonight. CL: Yeah, the team that’s not led by the sheep fucker and the man who broke my hetero sexual heart is falling apart at the seams. CM: It certainly doesn’t help that there is tension between Prime, Hutch and Kennedy with Hutch seeing Kennedy as his variation of the Garden of Eden’s forbidden fruit. Frantically trying to seduce her while she has seemingly found interest in a different man, Prime, and that has brought out the inner envy and jealousy out of Hutch beneath those lawyers of coo- JH: Okay! We get it! We get it! Hutch likes Kennedy; Kennedy MIGHT like Prime, Prime destroys bodies! Bloody hell! On, and on, and on, and on! CL: Seriously, did you fucking read a book for the first time today Chip or get whacked on the head? CM: I just picked up this neat book that some one left around done by some doctor guy named Fraud or some thing… MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following scheduled bout is this edition of Friday Night ReVolt’s main event and is one fall to a finish! Lazaro has granted this fight a thirty minute time limit and your official for this match is senior referee, Tony Clarke! [align=center]Without warning the lights cut out and plunge the arena into darkness, a few fans jeer and a few even scream. Static white noise fills the sound system and grows louder, and louder until it is nearing unbearable to human ears to withstand it. Gradually it morphs and changes, sounding more like a growl of some thing inhuman than mere white noise. It is then that the select few dark tinted blue lights shine and scan the arena slowly as if attempting to spot some one or some thing within the crowd. This is the year where hope fails you The test subjects run the experiments And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate But cohesive is possible if we strive There’s no reason, there’s no lesson No time like the present, telling you right now What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose Except your soul Who's with us?! An explosion of flames erupts from the stage and along the path, and even the four turnbuckles are engulfed in it. The dark blue lights glide across the crowd and head towards a single point, they all come down onto the entrance stage at the same time. I am the bad one, Distant and cruel one, I am the dream that, Keeps you running down, With distraction, Violent reaction, Scars of my actions, Watch me running out, Spurts of flames explode and grow amongst this burning inferno and then it happens, figures begin to appear and they are rising from beneath the stage! Seven white hooded figures stand in a semi-circle, a massive masked man with red hair standing near the smallest. One of the two in the near holds in it’s hands handle bars of a wheel chair, where a man sits in it with a dark expression on his face. The flames and the blue lights dancing with each other, casting shades and shadows on all nine of them. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects It is the largest of the hooded cloak figures that is the first to move, walking over to the one closest to the center with the wheel chair. Gently he takes the handle bars and moves Victor Daniels forward on the stage until they reach the stairs to the walk way. With ease the big man scoops up the wheel chair off of the ground and carries Daniels down the steps and then sets him back down afterwards. The other six and the massive masked man walk through the flames that lick at their clothes, looking like they are coming from the depths of Hell itself. Yeah, I am the brains, Some say insane, Blood is the rain, That's what life's about, In the great wide, Head split and tongue tied, Watch the sun die, When you're running out, Younger fans remain in a hushed state and look on fearfully at the flames and the men walking through them while the older fans curse the group. Silently they maneuver through the flames and down the path way one at a time, and filter around ringside from there. The largest of the white cloaked figures leaves Daniels in the care of the red headed masked man and with a nod turns away from them. In unison the seven cloaked men leap up, landing on the apron in a kneeled position on all sides of the ring. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects Like wayward souls the blue lights mimic the cloaked ones, moving down the path way one by one until they stop in the center of the ring. Each of the white hooded cloaked figures steps into the ring just as another explosion of flames occurs from the turnbuckles. The two smallest move towards the turnbuckles closest to the hard camera and the two medium sized cloaked figures move towards the ropes, getting up on the middle one. While the two larger ones stand in the center of the ring with the one that was actually holding the wheel chair as the music blares through the arena. Yeah I am the knuckle, Bow down and buckle, Hold your breath, Your world is running down, Live for the family, Die with the family, All is the family, My gun is running out, Once again in unison the right hand of each of them comes up to their hoods and pull them back altogether. That unveils the two on the turnbuckles as Phyllis Bathory and Graver, the two balancing on the second rope as Colbert Tottington and Gabriel. The two nearest the one in the center are none other than Crackerjack and Kiyoshi Nakahata, folding their arms over their chests. With the one in the very center’s pure white void like eyes belonging to the self proclaimed “Light of FIW”, Onikage. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. Graver and Phyllis, Colbert and Gabriel all hop off their respected perches and fall into the center, all seven of them standing in a row. They all stare out at the fans in attendance as they are jeered and the music attempts to be heard over the reaction of the fans. Each one of their white cloaks glows eerily within the dark lights and the flames surrounding them as they stand there like statues. Like a row of dominos they all bow their heads one by one and as they do the flames gradually die out and the blue lights fade in exchange for the normal lights. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects… The Devil’s Rejects… Finally the music dies out and leaves only the jeers to shower the Rejects in, that they all ignore sans Onikage. Who just smiles out at the fans, waving to them like he genuinely likes each and every one of them by some strange twist of fate. Eventually he stops and the faction huddles, talking amongst themselves for what waits ahead for them. Hardly paying attention at the moment to any thing that is going on around them and their comrades at ringside.[/align] CL: Here they are, the whole fucking lot of so-called Rejects. CM: Freaks to the left of me, freaks to the right of me, here I am…stuck in the middle with you! JH: I think that’s clowns and jokers but I digress, the Rejects seem to be ready to make their presence as a unit known in this bout. A low feedback buzzes through the speakers before 'Up Here' crashes into the system, bringing the crowd to their feet as Kennedy steps through the curtain. She moves to the end of the stage, rebounding slightly and raising both arms into the air, gazing out at the fans in attendance. She makes her way towards the ring, stopping halfway to acknowledge the crowd‘s reaction for her. MA: Making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! Reaching the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope and immediately bounds to her feet. She rushes to the furthest turnbuckle, scaling it and raising her arms into the air to thousands of flashing bulbs. She drops back down to the mat, spinning around and rushing across the ring, up the opposite turnbuckle to another round of camera flashes. She eventually drops back down to the mat, turning to awaiting the start of the match. CM: And here’s… Onikage: Good evening gentlemen, sorry it took me so long, I was mesmerized for a moment by the rather strange and spastic antics of Miss Sommers. JH: …How nice to have you up here again. CL: Fuck it, I’m gone. [align=center]The driving guitar riffs of Mick Jagger's "God Gave Me Everything I Want" hit the arena, and golden spotlights start to whizz around the audience and across the ringside area. The crowd pop as the lights on the stage start to pulse with white and gold, and a shillouette of a man appears in the entrance way. As Mick Jagger shouts "God Gave Me Everything I Want" for the first time, the shillouette is hit by a spotlight, and steps forward, throwing the hood of his sweatshirt backward, and tilting his head back and his arms out to the sides in his trademark pose, Hutch basks in the crowd's reaction. 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] JH: Great…during Hutch’s entrance Chip ran off too, now both my partners are gone. Onikage: Tsk, tsk, tsk, good thing you have a dependable man such as myself to join you on commentating duties then. JH: Define good… Onikage: Well, I imagine it can’t be any worse than Mister Hutchingson’s fo bangs in your eyes emo hair cut….because it is terrible, we considered beating on him for that alone. The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] …The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. Onikage: Oh joy, now the ringside area smells like fish and bad tea. That could only mean the arrival of one person, Christopher. JH: What are you talking about? I smell nothing. Onikage: Course you don’t, you have what the medical field likes to call “Brit Nose”, you’re used to these type of poisonous smells by now. Where as some one like me has a “Yankee Nose” that can smell all of these putrid smells in their very fullest. JH: …Smeg off, sunshine. [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 “Bain” chant can be 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", a few women cheer and even a few men, then he graps 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, takes in the sights,as he calms himself he is reminded how lucky he is to have this chance by the fans now being more supportive as they know who Jay is abit more 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. Bain Notices a few Bain crowd signs with His name on and the Bain Chant begins to fade down[/align] JH: This young man Jay Bain has quite a bit of a chance in this match, he’s only been in the company a short time and is already in a main event! Onikage: It’s a shame that this dear boy is going to get crushed under the weight of Crackerjack alo…Wait a minute, he has that hair style too! Never mind, no shame in it. JH: You’re disgusting. Onikage: Heck, we might even get a medal of service for doing some thing like that to a insect like him….Ahem, excuse me… The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… [align=center]YEAAAA![/align] Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung... [align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align] Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. That is until a figure behind him catches his attention immediately, seeing as it is the co-leader of the Rejects and proclaimed Morning Star. Prime stalks back towards Onikage who is smiling brightly at him, just waving at the behemoth that is about to get his gigantic hands on the painted facial features. JH: What on earth is Onikage doing?! Is he insane?! Wh-Oh my god! Look out Prime! Too late, the Evolution of Excellence roars out in agony when Graver’s barbed wire wrapped cinder block meets the back of his knee cap in a direct hit. FIW’s Hardcore Fuckamaniac snickers and watches while the larger man drops to his knees and then the floor. The other leader of the Rejects gestures for the Minister of Awesomocity to finish his work, the crowd jeering what seems to have been a plan all along by the two men. The other Rejects surrounding the only way to the entrance walk way, making it impossible for Tony to get to them and making sure none of his team mates dare. JH: This…this…this…is deplorable! This is an outrage! And…they’re not done yet?! Indeed they aren’t; the Light of FIW saunters further down and his smile grows gradually into a grin as Graver raises the cinder block over head. With a mighty downward thrust the Reject of Rejects brings the barbed wire wrapped cinder block down on the exposed knee of Prime! The behemoth tries to shoo him away but gets a kick in the face for his troubles before there is a third shot to the back of his knee with the cinder block! Setting it down gently onto of the back of the Evolution of Excellence’s bad knee Graver turns his sights to the barricade and smirks darkly, the mirror opposite of Onikage’s pleasant grin. JH: Oh no…Please Graver…Don’t…If there is any shred of humanity left in you…Don’t… Slowly the FIW Hardcore Fuckamaniac climbs up onto the top of the fencing, turning his sights back onto the fallen monster before him. Immediately the rest of Prime’s team decides it’s time, trying to get out of the ring when…Hutch of all people stops them from doing so by blocking the way! Jay looks on confused as to why while the other two are furious, and Hutch just ignores them all and watches Prime’s downfall with a twinkle in his eye. Much to the horror of every one the Reject of Rejects does it, he takes flight and gravity kicks in which results in him aiming his double stomp downward more…and more…and more…until… JH: OH MY GOD~! GRAVER JUST DOUBLE STOMPED THE BARBED WIRE WRAPPED CINDER BLOCK INTO THE BACK OF PRIME’S KNEE…AND…AND…AND….THE CINDER BLOCK SHATTERED! What could that mean for Prime’s knee?! And, why isn’t Hutch letting the others help?! This couldn’t be merely about their minor differences, could it?! If Prime’s cries were loud before than his latest batch is unbelievable, clutching his damaged knee and cringing in the utter pain he is experiencing. Onikage and Graver both take a bow for their efforts and go their separate ways, Graver heading to ringside and Onikage up to the booth. EMTs and FIW officials rush from the back and huddle around the Excellence of Evolution, trying to tend to his injury and get a stretcher brought out for him. Very slowly they get him up onto it and cart him to the back, the entire time Prime groans about his knee as he holds it in complete frustration over what’s happened… JH: Oh yeah, I bet you’re real proud of yourself, laugh it up. Onikage: Of course I am, did you see that? He fell for it hook, line and sinker and now five on five becomes four on five, giving my team yet another advantage. JH: …You’re a horrible, horrible person. Onikage: Hey, don’t let my light hearted comments on this commentary fool you or the folks at home, I’m a dangerous man to get involved against. There’s a reason why I’ve ended so many FIW wrestler careers and it’s not because I am such a lovely soprano that they go and take on a life of singing from there on out. Elrick shoves Hutch, and starts arguing with the Grand Slam Man over what he’s let happen and Jay tries to get in between them and make peace to no avail. As this is going on FIW’s Leading Lady takes it upon herself to run to the opposite side of the ring’s ropes, and bounce off of them. She barrels back to the other side of the ring and out of the corner of his eye Hutch spots her and steps out of the way narrowly as she dives through the ropes! Kennedy collides with the entire lot of Rejects like a heat seeking missile with her suicida tope and all of them tumble to the ringside floor as Clarke calls for the bell to start! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Kiyoshi and Gabriel are the first two of the Rejects to their feet, pounding on the back of Kennedy who is the third one to get to her feet out of every one. Crackerjack is next and pulls Colbert and Graver up to their feet for them, letting them gets their senses back as Kiyoshi throws Kennedy into the ring. FIW’s Judo Sensei rolls in after her and the rest of the Rejects make their way up onto the apron with Tony getting Kennedy’s team mates to do the same on the opposite side. Trying her hardest to shake off the cobwebs but a knee strike to the side of her skull from Nakahata hardly makes that the easiest thing to do in the world. Onikage: Foolish girl, I’d suggest drowning her to my associates for that however I’m afraid she’d stay up with those ever lasting floatation devices strapped in. JH: Are you rudely trying to suggest Kennedy’s had work done? Onikage: She’s more than likely had more work done on her than ten Michael Jacksons combined. JH: While it’s fine if she has had plastic surgery, I don’t think it is any of our business to discuss it…especially since we should be commenting on the match at hand that your friend and your two’s followers sabotaged and changed! Roughly the Yeti grabs a handful of his foe’s lush brown hair and pulls her up to her feet right into a head butt from him, and then throws her into his corner. Quickly he tags in Gabriel and all of the Rejects enter the ring against the referee’s pleas for them to do much the otherwise. Each of them line up and Kiyoshi is the first, drilling her in the corner with his famous lariat before exiting the ring in time for Colbert to hit a dropkick in the corner! Graver is next with a jumping haymaker fist right into the cranium and is followed up by the Fallen of FIW nailing her in the midsection with a double knee corner splash! JH: And, now the referee’s getting distracted by trying to keep Hutch, Elrick and Jay out of the ring! Onikage: Just one left and then we’ll play by your little rules again. JH: Oh no…Crackerjack… Onikage: I wonder, can a human literally have their eyes pop out when squashed by some thing heavy like in the cartoons…Guess we’ll find out in a moment, eh? Similar to a train the UIC rushes across the ring and enters the corner, throwing up his arms and sandwiching Kennedy between the turnbuckle and his massive body! Once he exits the ring the Leading Lady crumbles to the ground, letting Gabriel easily stomp away on the back of her head. Standing on some of her locks, the Fallen of FIW snatches a handful of some of her other locks and pulls on them and getting shouts of protest from the referee! FIW’s Original Hellcat screeches in woe and Gabriel continues to pull on her hair and holding it for the entire count till it nears five and let’s go, wiping off a few strands on Clarke’s shirt that he pulled out. Onikage: You see, the problem Miss Sommers has is she went into this underestimating us and merely thinking we were a bunch of guys that are getting back for how we were treated as kids. JH: Well, Graver sai- Onikage: It was an example, a metaphor, any one with half a brain could’ve figured out that Crackerjack or Kiyoshi or Colbert, or, heck, even myself aren’t exactly choked up about our high school years. Then again, I suppose it is convenient to just label us and push us to the filing cabinet for her, a mistake I believe she’s starting to regret making… JH: So, what? This teaming up against her and cutting her off from her team mates is all just to further make another example out of some one?! When does this trail of bodies end, hmm?! And, I think you are in for a nasty surprise, I’ve watched Kennedy for years and she’s not as easily defeated as by the parlor tricks your team has been using! Casually Gabriel picks up his opponent and rams her head first into the top turnbuckle, leaving her limp in it as he tags out to the in-ring leader of the Rejects. FIW’s Minister of Awesomocity grins and grasps hold of Kennedy, throwing the two of them back viciously in a Russian leg sweep! The Fallen of FIW scoops up his comrade by his word, and gets him up onto his shoulders in an electric chair position and runs straight for the fallen body of the Original Hellcat. In mid-run the Reject launches the Reject of Rejects off of his shoulders and the smaller of the two comes crushing down back first onto FIW’s Leading Lady with a senton splash! JH: No regard for their fellow wrestler! None at all! Onikage: Why should they have regard for her? She is the enemy, she certainly isn’t trying to take the moral high road either or be our best friends forever and ever. Yet when it comes to women society always expects a man in a competition with them to take the higher moral ground, to be respectable even if the woman is a bitch. Equality is one of the many virtues we preach, and dear sweet Miss Sommers is finding that out the hard way, the way we do things. JH: Yes, there should be equality but there should also be some sense of compassion for your fellow human being! Onikage: Why? Where was the compassion when Graver was suffering through a personal Hell and going through downward and upward spirals mentally? Where was the compassion where match after match Kiyoshi was screwed with against Kitten and mocked for his customs? Where was the compassion when Crackerjack wanted to find the love of his life again? Where was the compassion when Colbert Tottington needed some one most? Where was the compassion when Gabriel wanted to prove some thing of himself finally and get his foot in the door of this company? Oh, that’s right! There was NONE, not a single person showed them compassion before I opened my arms and took them all in as my brothers. If you have some complaint with us, take it up with every single person responsible for making us the way we are, not the creations themselves. No longer can Gabriel weasel his way out of it, and by Tony’s command he heads back out onto the apron leaving the two legal competitors to battle. Out of the two it is not surprisingly Graver that gets to his feet first and plants a boot against the aching features of Kennedy’s face. With a sudden jerk of his body the Reject of Rejects twist his boot across her flesh, trying to distort and destroy the pretty face to angered protests from Hutch. Wasting no time the Hardcore Fuckamaniac pulls out a silver sharpie and scribbles on his boot “Kennedy for Prom Queen of the douche bags” and clobbers her upside the head with a kick. Onikage: He calls that the point, and you can probably clearly see why. JH: Yes, yes, we got the…point. Onikage: That wasn’t cliché’ of you at all, Hitchen. JH: In any case, the Rejects are systemically destroying Kennedy and she needs to tag out to give herself time to rest and renew the chance of their team winning! Perhaps Graver’s got a wire on him that he can hear every thing Hitchen is saying or perhaps he is merely playing it smart, because he forces the Leading Lady of FIW up. Rather care freely the Minister of Awesomocity tosses her into the Rejects’ corner and tags in their biggest man, Crackerjack stepping over the top rope with relative ease. The first thing the masked monster does is drive the palm of his hand down onto her chest in a chop, knocking the air out of her. Briefly he looks towards the opposing team’s corner and at Elrick before he launches the Original Hellcat out of the corner with a choke toss. JH: It’s gone from bad to worse for Kennedy! Crackerjack is a monster! Onikage: How do you know that, Hitchen? Have you ever spoken with Jack? JH: Well…no…but… Onikage: Jack is just like any other man, in fact he is rather intelligent all things considered and has feelings, desires and dreams just like any other man. Now like so many other men in battle he uses his rage and his size, it just happens to be that he is abnormally large. Feebly the Original Hellcat tries to crawl towards her corner once she recovered from the open palm chop and choke toss combination thrown at her. Unluckily for her the UIC just is stalking up behind her and letting her crawl a little bit, seemingly letting her hopes raise up a little that she might have a way to recover. Only to then bring his gigantic foot down on her hand when she is feet from her corner, applying pressure and almost crushing it under his weight. The entire time “Wrath” ignores FIW’s Leading Lady’s screams and Tony’s count, and Hutch’s glare and stares at Elrick who stares right back at him. Onikage: This is but child’s play for Jack at this point. JH: I don’t know, I would keep my eye on Kennedy instead of Elrick if I were him. Onikage: What? What can she do to him now, Hitchen? She could barely do any thing against a man of that size when she is fresh let alone when she’s been this abused. There is certainly not going to be any flipping and diving that can safe her right now. JH: This plan is all well and good until she makes the tag, then we’ll see how your Rejects fair. At the count of four the UIC removes his boot from the now trembling hand of Kennedy, who instinctively recoils a bit and brings the damaged body part closer to her. She doesn’t get much time to tend to her ailing hand though because the masked monster scoops her right up over his head. Crackerjack barrels back towards his team’s corner and looks to do some thing with the gorilla press set up, what that is never comes to light however. Sliding out of his grip and down behind him, FIW’s Leading Lady rolls up the much larger person in a make shift sunset flip that gets a cheer and Clarke dropping down to count! JH: Flash pin! Kennedy might just win it right here! Onikage: Speaking as a man who has used roll up pin fall maneuvers effectively it is possible though highly unlikely with a man like Jack. [align=center]1![/align] JH: Stranger things have happened in FIW, heck, one of them happened earlier! Onikage: Yes, I saw Ashley’s victory with my own eyes too. [align=center]2![/align] JH: For a team that might lose, your associates are being rather calm and not breaking it up. Onikage: Why bother when they don’t need to? [align=center]T-KICK OUT![/align] Onikage: See? JH: …You have to admit, she was close. That isn’t the only thing she is close to either, the Original Hellcat edges towards her corner as fast as her tired body can carry itself at this point and time. Elrick reaches out for the tag and there is a slap of hands, but it isn’t Elrick’s and Kennedy’s, Hutch swoops in and steals the tag! Before the Career Killer of FIW can argue the Grand Slam Man is already in the ring and connects with a dropkick to the back of the masked skull of the monster! While he’s got him on all fours FIW’s MVP hits the ropes and comes back with a running knee strike to the side of his cranium, finally bringing him down to the canvas as Hutch glares. Onikage: Interesting…I must wonder who shall prevail now that it is more than just the will to fight on the line between these two, even if Daniel is normally a fool. JH: What are you talking about? Onikage: I am once again astounded by your thick head, love Hitchen, love is what I am talking about. Or, rather the scorn of a lover against the scorn of a lover. JH: I think Hutch’s feelings aren’t exactly love so much as lust… Onikage: I say potato, you say patato. Immediately FIW’s MVP leaps into the air and drives both of his knees right into the midsection of the bigger man, knocking the wind right out of him. Turning over to face him, Hutch grabs him by his mask and starts hammering him with punches as rapidly as he can get his arm to move. Amidst these punches there is a terrible sound that comes out of the UIC and starts out low yet steadily grows in volume till it is reaching the level of a battle cry. Those two large hands wrap around the Grand Slam Man’s throat and as if in a mirror image, Hutch does the same, the two strangling each other to the chagrin of the senior referee. Onikage: What a lovely little mess this is becoming. JH: Both of them look like they’ve lost their minds! Onikage: Some do say love and insanity is a fine line to walk. JH: I’d have to say that those people have never met true love then. The choke stare off comes to an end when Jack places one of his massive knees in between the two bodies and against the Grand Slam Man’s midsection. With the roar intensifying the UIC launches Hutch off of him and sends him tumbling across the mat, kipping right up to his feet. Unfortunately for FIW’s MVP, the masked monster didn’t waste any time on getting up and just rolls across the ring and right over to his corner, tagging in Colbert. FIW’s Flycore Champion comes in and nearly gets taken out of his boots from a spear, Hutch pounding his fellow “Englishman’s” features in with forearm strikes. JH: Hutch is like a man possessed! Onikage: Ah, dear Daniel shows why he remains the fool. JH: The fool? Hutch is on the offense right now and destroying your ally! Onikage: Without proper control over it like Jack is beginning to understand the wrath Daniel is experiencing can be a fickle mistress. Pulling Tottington back up to his feet, FIW’s MVP throws one of Tottington’s arms over the back of his neck and wraps one of his arms over the back of Tottington’s neck. With a handful of the Flycore Champion’s tights Hutch scoops him up and plops his midsection against the ropes, using it as a springboard. Furthering the momentum the Grand Slam Man hits a slingshot snap suplex with a sickening thud, and making Colbert’s entire body tremble. He doesn’t stop there, rolling the two of them over and getting them both up to their feet while holding them as is and delivers a second just as vicious snap suplex to the “Vanity” of the Rejects. Onikage: This is cute in a setting the equality movement back about a thousand years sort of way. JH: Looks like Hutch is gonna get his hands on the man that bloodied him last week while you spoke the trash that you did. Onikage: Trash? I was educating the poor lad Hitchen, sadly I think we went a bit over board with the blows to the head as he thought this week it was me that did it. JH: Some thing tells me if you were a teacher the students would give you nothing but rotten apples. Rolling with his hips Hutch brings the duo back up yet again, and throws Tottington as fast and as hard as he possibly can back with a third in the series of snap suplexs! Much to the crowd’s shock and delight, FIW’s MVP rolls his hips again and brings the couple back up to their feet yet again! This time he slowly scoops up Colbert into the air and holds him there with all of the blood rushing to his head, the crowd quietly counting along with the seconds that pass. Nearing the minute mark the Grand Slam Man nods his head and drops down, sharply driving the Flycore Champion into the mat head first with a brainbuster! JH: That’s certainly an interesting combo of suplexs! Onikage: As if this alone wasn’t going to do it. JH: What are you talking about? Onikage: Just look for yourself. After all this high impact offense and holding two hundred and forty pounds over his head for near a minute, Hutch is breathing a little heavily when he gets back up. Luckily though he is near his team’s corner and Elrick sees this, tagging himself in by slapping FIW’s MVP on the back. Course the Grand Slam Man looks far from happy with it and goes out onto the apron, trying to get near Kennedy to see how she is but she shies away from him. That leaves the fans cheering on another Englishman who enters the ring and waits patiently, letting Colbert stir and start to get to his feet with help from the close by ropes. Onikage: You’d think with Miss Sommers on their team the others would’ve followed by example and at least gotten their teeth worked on. JH: For the last time she hasn’t had any pla- Onikage: And, for the last time you are naïve if you think that. JH: I’d be more worried about Colbert than the other team’s teeth if I were you. When FIW’s Flycore Champion turns around he gets a face full of a Yakuza Kick from Elrick for his trouble that sends him stumbling backwards back into the ropes. Bouncing lightly off of them he takes a few steps forward on his spaghetti legs only to get a second Yakuza Kick to the face! Just when Tottington is about to crumble to the canvas FIW’s Career Killer picks him up and swings the two of them around, slamming his foe back first into the mat with a spinebuster! Getting back up, Elrick stares over at Crackerjack and stomps Colbert on the top of his head to add an exclamation point as fans are going nuts. JH: Good lord! Colbert is getting dismantled. Onikage: I think Christopher should stop worrying about a man who isn’t even his legal opponent at the moment and focus on the task at hand. JH: For once, I agree with you. Onikage: Course, that is like asking James to stop pining after a lesbian stripper. Picking the Reject up carefully, Elrick brings him back over to his team’s corner and tags in the man Onikage just mentioned that pines for lesbian strippers (least, one of them), Jay Bain. First order of business he does is wallop the FIW Flycore Champion with a European uppercut that results in him reeling, and left right open for the second European uppercut! A third European uppercut creates a fair amount of distance between the two thanks to Tottington’s staggering though Bain fixes that by rolling towards his foe in a ball! Within inches of Colbert he springs upwards and knocks him silly yet again with a rolling European uppercut to cheers from the fans! Onikage: How incredibly annoying of James these European uppercuts are. JH: But you’ve used them before… Onikage: Yes, however when I’ve used them I used them in style and as merely brush strokes of my art, there is nothing resembling art in his. They are just sloppy and near beheading in their delivery. JH: They look pretty effective to me! Amazingly after all this abuse Colbert manages to show signs of life, grabbing Bain by his wrist and whipping him towards one of the neutral turnbuckles. The rookie rushes into the corner and the Flycore Champion is slowly moving in on him only for the rookie to leap up onto the second buckle. Without wasting any time Jay launches off of it and twirls through the air towards Tottington to hammer him with a flying variation of the European uppercut to thunderous cheers! Both men are down for the moment when Gabriel enters the ring, bringing Tony’s attention to him and letting Graver sneak in and snatch Tottington! JH: Oh no! Graver’s going to cheat to ensure his team stays in this! Onikage: No, Edmond’s leading his team as he should be. JH: He’s a tramp is what he is! Onikage: Edmond is merely doing what he needs to. Before Tony manages to get Gabriel to stop distracting him Graver slips back out onto the apron and Tony turns around in time for him to see a tag between Colbert and Graver. FIW’s senior official ponders how Tottington moved so quickly but shrugs it off and the Reject of Rejects stalks towards his opponent, balling his hands together into a giant fist. Downward the Minister of Awesomocity throws his double axe handle and the blow connects on the back of the rookie’s head, dazing him for the time being. With a shift soccer kick to the kidneys the Hardcore Fuckamaniac gets Bain to roll over, at which point he places his boot on Bain’s throat. Onikage: It would seem Edmond has deemed poor James the weak link of his team. JH: …What’s left of it, any ways. Onikage: Why do you look at me when you say that as if I had any thing to do with that? JH: Because you did! And, you fail to mention Graver is choking Jay! FIW’s senior official starts his count and the entire time Jay’s hands are trying their hardest to push Graver’s boot off of his throat, and Jay’s feet are kicking at the air. Upon reaching the count of four the Hardcore Fuckamaniac releases the choke and then ever so modestly reminds the referee that he does indeed have until five. It would seem the relief on the rookie’s face from no longer being choked annoys the Reject of Rejects, because he snarls at him. To add insult to injury, the Minister of Awesomocity stomps with the point of his heel first on the lower nut sack region of Bain’s body to jeers from the fans! JH: So disrespectful! Onikage: Ah, but that is what is needed some times to get your point across to those that have tried to disrespect you. JH: Two wrongs don’t make a ri- Onikage: Are you seriously trying to feed me that rubbish we spew at our youth to keep them in line? Without much care the Reject of Rejects brings Jay back up to his feet and with just as much care throws their two bodies backwards and towards the mat, spiking Jay with a DDT! Bain’s fall is delayed a bit and he flops down onto his back, looking out of it while the Minister of Awesomocity gets back up to his feet and nears one of the neutral turnbuckles. Gradually Graver climbs up it and waits, every once and a while flipping off the crowd in wait for the rookie who is starting to stir and push his body back up to a vertical base. Before it ever gets there the Hardcore Fuckamaniac just flings his body off of the second rope and crashes shoulder first against the neck and head of his foe, bringing both bodies down! Onikage: Some times the most effective maneuver is one that isn’t a maneuver at all. JH: What in the world was that?! He just…sorta threw his body at Jay! Onikage: It seems Edmond is ready to wra… JH: …Huh? Why did you st-OH MY GOD! Graver pays no mind to what’s left the announcers speechless or that is causing a steady up rising of cheers within the fans, mostly because he’s got his back turned to it. Coming from the entrance way and moving down to the ring at a rather fast pace is…PRIME! The Evolution of Excellence’s knee is wrapped up and bandaged, and he’s certainly hobbling on it, but he is making it to the ring none the less! One by one the Rejects become aware of the behemoth’s presence and some try to warn the Reject of Rejects about the arrival of the fifth man they thought they eliminated… JH: It’s Prime! It’s Prime! It’s Prime! Onikage: That may be true but he’s still only got one good leg. JH: Despite your vile sneak attack one of the biggest men in FIW ever is back! Onikage: I’m sure this time Edmond will make certain to cripple both of his legs. FIW’s Primal Behemoth enters the ring and it is only when the massive shadow eclipses him that the Minister of Awesomocity notices that some thing is wrong. Turning around he comes face to face with one of Prime’s massive arms clobbering him upside the head with a lariat! The fans shout out the name of the signature maneuver when the Evolution of Excellence kisses his right bicep and quickly delivers another to Colbert who has run into the ring! Gabriel is quick to follow and FIW’s Primal Behemoth avoids his attempts at attacking him and hoists him up, and shortly there after drops him face first with the Prime Press! JH: Two Kiss This and a Prime Press! Even with his one leg Prime is doing good in this kick ass contest! Onikage: A matter that is about to be remedied. JH: Oh my word… Onikage: Tell me Hitchen, who do you think will win…The Primal Behemoth or the Masked Monster? Fans through out the arena are having a similar reaction to Hitchen’s as Crackerjack steps over the top rope and moves across the ring, coming face to masked face with Prime! The two beasts of men stare at one another for the longest time, the fans going nuts and snapping pictures one after another. It is the Excellence of Evolution that is first to move, whacking the UIC across the cheek with an open hand slap that is the opening shot of an all out war. One after another the two start trading blows, punches, open hand slaps, forearms, chops, and every thing else under the sun the two exchange and absorb as the fans continue going nuts! Onikage: I wonder how he must feel, for once not being the biggest man in the match. JH: Who cares?! These two giants are going at it! Onikage: I care immensely, it can easily play a factor into this battle of the titans. JH: Come on Prime! Neither the behemoth or the monster are letting up, it isn’t until that Prime ducks and goes behind Jack that the battle of the blows finally ends between the two. Using all of his stretch at his disposal, the Excellence of Evolution tries to lift up his opponent for a german suplex only he can’t! The UIC hammers his elbow into the facial features of FIW’s Primal Behemoth and manages to escape the lock up, going behind him and doing the same! Only the masked monster fails right where Prime failed too, and all the while Jay & Graver are moving towards their respected corners to look for the tag from their team mates. JH: It truly is the irresistible force meets the unmovable object! Onikage: Jack needs to stop wasting time and prevent James from tagging out while Edmond looks to tag some one else in. JH: I don’t think this is some thing they can just stop, pride is fueling those two’s encounter! Onikage: Believe when I say that pride is another Reject’s strong suit, not Jack’s. Desperately Tony tries to break the two up but to no avail as the two actual legal men tag in their respected team mates to another eruption of cheers from the fans in attendance! Kennedy bolts across the ring and meets Tottington head on with a lou thez press that takes both parties down, and proceeds to start cleaning his clock with punches by the barrels! Once satisfied, FIW’s Leading Lady gets off of the Flycore Champion and waits for him to get up, squatting and watching as Prime reverses the waist lock on Crackerjack! When Colbert gets to his feet and turns around to face his foe he is met with a roundhouse kick that he just crumbles from and drops back down to the mat in a heap! Onikage: Cueing Hitchen saying Miss Sommers is a house of fire or some thing equally cliché in three…two…one… JH: Kennedy is back in this match and looking better than ever with that JFK! Onikage: Close enough. JH: Tony Clarke has tried to also get Prime and Crackerjack out of the ring but he simply can’t with two men that big all on his own! Kennedy looks towards her team mates and Elrick and Hutch enter the ring, Clarke isn’t able to even say any thing about it before the two knock all three of the other Rejects off the apron! The duo exit the ring again and follow the three out to the ringside floor to do battle with, and FIW’s Primal Behemoth does his part by letting go of the waist lock…and locking Crackerjack into the full nelson! As he wrenches back on it, the Original Hellcat helps Tottington to his feet, wrapping her arm around his neck tightly in a front chancery! The fans know what is coming and explode into another set of cheers when she swings her leg and drives the Flycore Champ down head first into the mat, floating over into the cover! JH: Murder of One! Onikage: Oh hum. [align=center]1![/align] JH: Oh hum? Oh hum?! Kennedy’s about to defeat your team and that’s all you can say?! Onikage: Define defeat for me, please… [align=center]2![/align] JH: As in, Colbert Tottington is about to be pinned for the three count! Onikage: Is he now? That’s strange because I had the thought some thing else was going to happen… [align=center]THR-GABRIEL WHACKS KENNEDY ACROSS THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR! DING DING DING~!!![/align] Onikage: Some thing like that for example. JH: Damn it! MA: Here are your winners as a result of a disqualification…The team of KEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEDYYYYYYYYY~!!! AND~! JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY BAAAAAAAAIIINNNN~!!! AND~! ELLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIICK~!!! AND~! HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTCH~!!! AND~! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMME~!!! Just for the heck of it Gabriel slams the steel chair across the skull of FIW’s Leading Lady, letting a trickle of blood form and run down from her forehead. The jeers from the fans nearly drown out Kennedy’s song as it reprises on the P.A. system, and angrily Prime let’s go of Crackerjack. Ducking out of the way of those gigantic fists, the Fallen of FIW clips FIW’s Primal Behemoth with the steel chair on his bad knee and hits him over the head too! Quickly the Reject exits the ring when Jay races in from his resting place, trying to check on Kennedy and Prime just like Tony Clarke is. JH: This is high way robbery! Kennedy had the match won! Team FIW was going to stand tall over the Rejects! Onikage: If it makes you sleep better at night, your team still won the technical match but I do believe my team won the actual battle. Now if you’ll excuse me… Gabriel and Graver reach into the ring and pull Tottington’s lifeless body out of it, Phyllis and Bulk helping carry the dead weight of the Flycore Champion. Hutch and Elrick finally notice the going ons and slide into the ring, FIW’s MVP shoving every one out of the way to Kennedy. Quickly his shock turns to rage and points accusingly at Prime, blaming him for this happening while Jay and Elrick try to get him to cool off. All the while the Rejects head back, grins on most of their faces and they are met at the entrance stage by their co-leader, Onikage. JH: I hate to say it but…the Rejects lost the match but they are certainly the team coming out of this that looks like the winners! I have to believe eventually those scoundrels will get what is coming to them though! All seven of them and their seconds stand at the top of the stage, Onikage and Graver grinning like a pair of devils at their handy work. FIW’s Light patting Gabriel on the shoulder like a father congratulating his son on a good job at some task he assigned him. While Crackerjack glares down at the fallen body of Prime and Kiyoshi looks on in bemusement at the angered Hutch, and Phyllis steadies Colbert. JH: In any case, we’ll see you next week for our Halloween special…you wouldn’t DARE miss it!
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