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| Kryten Shards | Oct 27 2007, 03:06 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]The bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal With the bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a fuckin' minute I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a second I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh The bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal With the bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a fuckin' minute I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a second I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I don't find it funny right now Right now I want my m-m-m-money right now Now I'm on my way to the party right now Right now I don't find it funny right now Right now I want my m-m-m-money right now Now I'm on my way to the party right now Right now Because the break The break THE BREAK I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP.[/align] [align=center] Copyright 2007, Full Intensity Wrestling in associate with Sporkco. Studios[/align] |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 27 2007, 03:15 AM Post #2 |
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Roxie Galanoochie prances around in the backstage area dressed up in her, well, peculiar costume. Even though taking part in the costume matchup, her choice in attire really needs to be questioned upon. And the one to do said questioning is none other than Janine Morrigan. Janine grabs hold of the bouncing Roxie and spins her around. Roxie turns and smiles as Janine just looks her up and down. Janine: What, uh, what gives with this? You realize your match is in reference to Halloween and not Christmas, don't you? Roxie looks down at her own little slutty Santa outfit not sure just why there's a question being brought up about it. Roxie: What do you mean? I thought it was a costumed match. Janine: Well, it is, but...still. Shouldn't you at least wait until December to dress up like that? Roxie sways from side to side still not knowing why she's being put on trial here about her costume. Roxie: I don't know... Janine lets out a sigh. Janine: Alright, then if you won't explain, let me take a guess. Judging from all the clothes you've been wearing lately you're nothing but poor trash who can't afford to buy yourself a decent shirt. So, you wear whatever you can find in your little stripper joint. However, this being Halloween and costumes are the wild craze this time of year in most strip clubs, you were given such a poor choice in attire. Therefore, instead of just making something, your lazy ass decided to just grab whatever was there. And that's how you came up with your pathetic excuse of a costume. Am I right? Roxie: Yep! Roxie turns and continues on skipping down the hall as Janine just watches her shaking her head in disbelief. The arena plunges into darkness and "The CHamp" by NAS starts to play. Together, dressed in their matching school uniforms, and hand in hand, out walks the cutest lil' tag team in FIW, Jaime Lee and Extreme Ninja. MA: The following contest is you Halloween Costume Tag Team Match and is scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring, first from Aurora Ohio... she is the current Hellcat Champions... JAAAAAMEEEEEE LEEEEEEEEEE! CM: SC-SC-SCHOOLGIRL! MA: And her prtner, hailing from Detroit Michigan, he is the current Fighting Spirit Champio... EXTREEEEEEME NINJAAAAAA TWOOOOO! CL: Uh... what the hell is Ninja wearing? JH: That would be a coordinating school boys uniform, COnstance. CM: God damn... Angus Young must be spinning in his garve! CL: Angus Young isn't dead! CM: Sure he is... his body just hasn't told him yet! As Jaime and Ninja ready themselves in the ring, Prelude 12:21 begins to eerily chime. Out walks Roxie Galanoochie clad in a pink skirt and top, a brown haired wig and plastic silver title belt, soon followed by a masked Drake Love. Roxie runs her finger tip along the outside of Drakes mask and the two stand defiant against Jaime and Ninja who watch from the ring. MA: And their opponents.... first, hailing from New York New York, ROXIIIIIIIIE GALANOOCHIIIIIIIIIE! CL: Better watch out, fellahs! CM: Hey I'm not complaining, but what happened to the Santa Claus outfit?! JH: Looks like Roxie never intended to wear it though...I'd certainly take it over what she is wearing now! Is she trying to look like Jaime?! MA: And her partner, hailing from Denver Colorado... the Mile High Madman, DRAAAAAAAAKE LOOOOOOOVE! CM: WHo the hell's Drake Love suppose to be?! JH: I believe that's a mask inspired by FIW's own Dragon, Chip. CM: Drakes going as a jobber for Halloween? JH: Hey now, Chip! Roxie slips into the ring and immediately starts jawwing at Jaime. The distraction is exactly what Drake needs as he slips in behind and bolts for Ninja... DING! DING! DING! Drake blitzes Ninja from behind with a series of Forearm Clubs, knocking the FSC to his knees and hanging him up on the middle rope. Love then keeps up the pace on Ninjas back with merciless stomps. The Truth squeezes himself in between Love and Ninja, forcing Love back while reading him the riot act. Love, however, pushes the Truth aside and goes right back to work on the prone Ninja with stiff and viscious boots the the back and skull! CM: And that's for dressing like a pussy! And that's for hording Jaime Lee all to yourself! ANd that's for- CL: Slip it into neutral, Turbo... breathe. The stomping eventually wears Ninja down to the bottom rope where Drake drives his foot into the back of Ninjas neck, hauls up on the top rope for extra force and leverage, and tries choking the FSC out! JH: Drake Love is a man posessed here tonight ladies and gentlemen! CM: Can you blame the guy?! The FSC has eluded Love his whole career, and right now he's got what he must be considering a one on one with the champ! Time to make his intentions known! CL: My guess is Drakes intentions are to POP Ninjas head off! Again the Truth pushes Love back and the Mile High Madman simply plays innocent. After humoring the Truth, Love again shoves his way by and reaches in between the top and middle rope, hauling Ninja up and propping him up for a Camal Cluth, using the middle rope to stretch out Ninjas back! The Truth goes to the count and Love drops Ninja at four and seven-eighths! The Truth wags a finger at Drake who holds his hands aloft before diving back between the ropes for Ninja. This time Love means to use Ninjas own sissy costume against him. Drake grabs Ninjas tie, wraps it around and his throat, and jerks backward as hard as he can, but... CM: CHOKE! CHOKE! CHO-WHA?! JH: A clip on?! Indeed! Drake and the tie topple backward from Ninja who takes this unexpected oppertunity to catch his breath and shake it out. Both Drake and Ninja get to their feet at roughly the same time, Ninja expectedly a little more wobbly on his legs, but ready to fight none the less! The two meet center ring and start exchanging fists before Ninja slips his forearm in and catches Drakes shots while answering back with some staggering blows to Loves head, hammering him back into a corner. With piston rights, the FSC pummles Love down to the ground and bounds backward with a roar! JH: Looks like the cham has caught a second wind! Ninja then rebounds off the ropes and BLASTS his boot into the side of Loves exposed head! CL: Love couldn;t even get his hands up! CM: Fucking... sick... I LOVE IT! Ninja feels the energy the capacity crowd is generating now and goes for another boot, however, Ninja ventures near the wrong corner. Roxie leans far out, grabs a handful of mask, and hauls Ninja backward with a Mat Slam! CM: HA HA! I love it when a chick hands a dude his own ass! Roxie leans far over the rope, nearly popping out of her costume, and with a PRIMAL (LOVE~!) SCREAM encourages Drake back to his feet. ON shaky legs and with a far off look, Love staggers Ninjas way, drags the champ from the mat and pops him up and over! CL: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX-UH! CM: With ease, boys... Drake Love popped Ninja oer with ease! JH: Of course he is! Extreme Ninja's giving up about sixty pounds of weight and six inches of leverage to Drake Love! Ninja bouncing off the mat arrouses some concern from Jaime who waits impatiently on the apron. Lee starts pounding on her turnbuckle to inspire Ninja back to his feet and soon the crowd follows suit with thunderous stomping and clapping. Drake's still on spaghetti legs and wobbles over to Ninja, wraps his arms around his head, and hauls him up. Rekindled by the crowds energy, Ninja shoves Drake off and starts laying crips chops across Drakes bare chest, reddending his flesh! The arena echos with WOOO's as Ninja knife edges the hell out of Love. Finally, Love's irritation motivates him to lash out and he gauges Ninjas eyes with his thumbs. Ninja spins away from Drake while Drake staggers backward toward his corner to tag the deafoningly demanding Roxie. JH: Tag made and in comes Roxie! CM: Let'ssee what she's got in store for the FSC! Galanoochie goes right up to Ninja and waits for the FSC to take his hands from his eyes... before SLAPPING the taste out of his mouth and ordering him to tag in Lee! CM: YES! CL: COuld be time for a little Hellcat action, people! Ninja obliges and tags in the Hellcat Champion, and the arena goes ballistic! Jaime gounds in from between the ropes and its a classic Kirk versus Spock stand off as both Hellcats look for their opening. Finally, after circling the ring, they lunge in at each other and tie up collar-elbow style. The Hellcats jock back and forth before they push away from each other and come back together with a knuckle lock. CM: Did you hear the titties smack together when they tied up?! That shit was hot! JH: *sighs* Heaving back and forth, Jaime's able to pull Roxie down and Monkey Flip her over head. Roxie holds tight to Jaimes hands, however, and after rolling to their bellys and standing, the Hellcats are locked up again. More jockin, more tumbling, more chain wrestling. JH: Try as she might, Jaime just cannot shake Roxie Galanoochie! In a last ditch effort, Jaime falls back again, luring Roxie in, but the Italian psycho has Jaime figured and rolls off her knees... but does she really have Jaime figured?! Just the momentum Jaime was looking for! Lee rolls right back up along with Roxie and leaps up into Galanoochies shoulders before falling back again and heaving the unsuspecting Roxie over with a HUGE MONKEY FLIP! JH: That outta do it! Roxie soars though the air before finding a hard landing on the mat. She's right to her feet though and comes about to meet Jaime's forearm! Kocked down but not out, Roxie's right back to her feet... only to get knocked down again... and again... and again. Finally, Jaime scoops Roxie and pounds her down onto the mat with a Body Slam! CM: I love those deep crotch slams from the Hellcats! Roxie sits right up and lays her hand against her back while wincing and sucking as much wind as she can. No quater is shown, however, as Jaime bounds off the ropes and HAMMERS her feet into Roxies scrunched up face with a Basement Dropkick! The crowd awes as Roxie's head bounces off the mat. Jaime throws her hand in the air for the crowd and they roar for the Hellcat Champion! Jaime then grabs for Roxie but has her legs taken out from under her and suddenly finds herself trapt in a pin attempt. JH: Pinning bridge attempted here! Roxie might steal one! ONE! TWO! THRE-KICK OUT! CL: Close call! Obviously Jaime wasn't expecting that! CM: Her first mistake! You don't take your focus off someone like Roxie Galanoochie even for a second! Both Hellcats are up and soon Jaime is taken down by a hard Clothesline. Roxie then goes to work with stomps o' pleanty. Jaime tries her best to cover up, but the assault eventually takes its toll on her body. Eve the Truth has to use his better judgement and calls Roxie off to check on Jaime. Galanoochie wont have it though and pushes the Truth out of her way and goes right back on the attck with stomps before dropping down and blatantly choking the Hellcat champ. Roxie screams and thrashes her head about while the ref counts her choke down. JH: This is one aggressive showing by Roxie Galanoochie! CL: How about Drake Love as well!? CM: How about this being the hottest shit EVER!? JH & CL: ... Roxie breaks from the choke at four and backs away as per the Truths order. As the ref checks out Jaime, Roxie parades herself about much to the crowds disgust. CM: Looks like Jaime Lee 2.0 is better than the original, guys! Being a true champion, Jaimeslowly rises to her feet and calls a stunned Galanoochie on. Before long, Roxie's talking trash and bounding toward Jaime for another lock up... but falls flat on her face via a DROP TOE HOLD! Jaime maneuvers around on Roxies back and locks Galanoochie up in a STF! Roxie, however, is lose enough to the ropes to fire her hand out and find freedom in a matter fo seconds. Jaime rolls off Roxie and gets right to her feet. As soon as Roxie's up, Jaime pops her hips and fires her leg through the air with her SPINNING BACK ROUNDHOUSE catching Roxie right on the jaw! CL: TURN THE BEAT AROUND! OUT OF NOWHERE! JH: That caught Roxie clean on the button! CM: And what an upskirt we got outta that too! Jaime drops down onto an unmoving Roxie and the Truth dives in... ONE! TWO! THRE-DRAKE LOVE BREAKS THE PIN! Drake rushes the ring and drags Jaime off Roxie to break the count, and Ninja flies in as well. Both men battle it out before Ninja clotheslines Love right over the top rope. Drake's slow to his feet, and within seconds of finding solid foot, is squashed down by Ninjay who VAULTS over the top rope! CL: VAULTING BODY PRESS-UH! JH: The death-defying Extreme Ninja taking ahuge risk there, and it paid off! Ninja slides back into the ring and meets Jaime. With out so much as a word uttered, Jaime summersaults backward, grapevines her legs around Ninjas waits, and gets hoisted into the air only to then be SPLASHED back down on to of Roxie! Another pin attempt! JH: Cover! ONE! TWO! THRE-LOVE'S BACK! Drake drags Roxie's lipm body out from under Jaime, and for his efforts is on the recieving end of a Double Dropkick from Jaime and Ninja! Drake staggers uncontrolably back into a corner. Ninja then Irish WHips Jaime and at the last moment, Jaime leaps and SPLASHES Love in the corner. Love wobbles about with only the ropes keeping him on his feet. Together Nnja and Jaime then haul Roxie off the mat and a Double Irish Whip sends Roxie Drakes way! The two collide in the corner! Roxie staggers backward as Drake drops to the mat. Roxie then topples over... and HEADBUTTS DRAKES GROIN! CM: OOOH! CL: ... that's a new kind of hurt right there, boys. Drake rolls to his belly, cupping his groin, and groans out in long winded pain. He's able to crawl to his corner and prop himself up on the ropes. Meanwhile, Jaime Lee is scooping Roxie from her face but Roxie lashes out in an act of desperation, taking the steam Jaime had built by dropping the bottom out with a JAW BREAKER! Jaime staggers backward, and Ninja has the sense of mind and concern to tag himself in. Roxie bolts for her corner and tags in Drake who waves the tag off, pointing to his groin and having nothing to do with Roxie. If Drake wont come in willingly then, Ninja will have to help out. Ninja hauls back on the rope and flips Drake into the ring. Drake cups his groin, scoots backward into his corner, and pleads with Ninja who advances on the grounded Love. JH: What a damn coward! CM: Hey, you take a shot in the pills and we'll see how ready you are to fight too! Ninja shows little patience and reaches for Drake. Love grabs ahold of Ninjas school-shorts and pulls him headfirst into the above turnbuckles! Drake then zips behind Ninja and hauls him up and over with break-neck speed! CL: GERMAN SUPLEX-UH! JH: Love playing possum and lures Ninja in... Drake shoots tohis feet and looks to capitalize on the grounded Ninja, but Ninja surprises Love when he rises ready to fight and beats the Mile High Madman back into his home corner. Ninja looks to tag in Jaime, but while Drake and Ninja were going at it, Roxie had slipped around the ring and yanks Jaime right off the apron! The two Hellcats then go at it on the outside, rolling and scrratching and clawing at each other! CM: HELLCAT FIGHT! Back in the ring, Drake is still on the business end of Ninjas forearm before bounding back and building some momentm off the ropes. Could be a HUGE Clothesline from Ninja! SMASH! JH: WHo the hell?! CM: It's the Hype! THE HYPE! THat's right, folks! Adam Wilson has sprung out from ringside, leaped up onto the apron, and smashed a steel chair right to the stea-traning cranium of Extreme Ninja! Ninja slumps backward as the Hype bounds off the arpron and runs away before the Truth, drawn away by Roxie and Jaime, knows what went down. All he sees is Drake Love taking advantage and covering Ninja. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! MA: You winners of the match via pinfall, ROXIE GALANOOCHIE AND DRAAAAAAKE LOOOOVE! JH: WHAT THE HELL!? Of all the cheap ways to end on helluva match! Aam Wilson makes his presence know and costs us some great tag team action! CL: Makes his presence known? That's one way of putting it! The mn nearly caved Ninjas head in! CM: To be fair, it was all on Ninja and his momentum. The Hype just held the chair.. besides, for wearing THAT costume, Ninja had it coming! JH: Well be that as it may, folks... Drake Love and Roxie Galanoochie walk away with a win, all thanks to the Great White Hype! Jaime is in the ring, attending to Ninja who's yet to stir. Meanwhile, Adam backs up the aisle way with his chair in hand and pointing at Jaime while shouting, "Should have taken the drink!" Roxie drags her hand across the cold, concrete wall as she drudgingly makes her way down the hall. Every once in a while she'll look over her shoulder or even up above her when she hears the loud roar of the fans that seem so far away, yet at the same time so close to her. However, even in her Jaime garb she can't seem to find the sense or need to smile in response to the happy crowd. All she can do is continue on her lonely walk. As she continues to move in her slow pace, Roxie is approached by Janine who seems to want to continue with the earlier interview. Janine: So Roxie, this match you just had... Roxie doesn't respond. She only continues walking not even glancing over at the woman who tries to stop her. Janine though isn't content on just letting her go and walks beside her backwards trying to get her to say something, anything. Janine: When do you think you'll be facing Jaime? A lot of fans are anxiously awaiting that blood bath. Again silence from Roxie. Well, Janine has tried twice and has had enough as she shoves the back of Roxie's head forward before taking her leave. Janine: Bitch. Fine, don't come crawling back to me when you have something to say! Roxie moves with the momentum until it wears off. When it does, she continues on her slow paced walk down the long, lonely hall. |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 27 2007, 03:19 AM Post #3 |
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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… HARD! CORE! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXX!!! 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] CM: So…the whole point if this match is to bleed your opponent’s blood into buckets? CL: Damn straight. JH: Whoa boy! Calm yourself! You’re sounding more frisky than a jock at prom with a condom in his pocket. CM: How exactly does this match work? I mean, it’s not like the blood just sprays out of you. CL: Apparently you haven’t seen anything produced by the Japanese. JH: And here come a couple of Japs now. Both Daisuke and Mr. Blond make their way to the ring wearing the belts over their shoulders. MA: Coming down to the ring, they are the current Tag Team Champions, Mr. Blond and Daisuke “The Crow” Tanaka, the TANAKAAAAAA ZIABAITSUUUUUUUU!!! CM: Wow, that’s a pretty anti climactic entrance. JH: Flash and flare never really seems to do them well tonight, especially given their distaste in this match up. CL: Oh god, they’re not one of those “competing under protest” types are they? The house lights drop, immediately sending the crowd into a frenzy as they know EXACTLY who's on their way.. [align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..." RISE![/align]. As one, the crowd LEAPS to their feet, all of them throwing 'R' signs into the air as the lights all over the arena begin to blaze and strobe maniacally to the thunder known as 'Damage Done' by Mushroomhead. Nightmare steps out onto the stage, coat drifting behind him, and Grant Rice follows him out a moment later, both raising the 'R' handsign to the crowd on opposite sides of the ramp, the theme song barely being heard over the noise. MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! ON THEIR WAY TO THE RING, AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 523 POUNDS, GRANT RICE AND NIGHTMARE, THEY ARE...THE! RRRRRRRRRRREVOLUUUUUUTION! [align=center]Get the hammers high! Get in line to get fucked up! Get the hammers high! Get fucked up![/align] They converge at the center of the stage and head down the ramp, Nightmare tagging hands with the fans as Grant just heads straight for the ring, stopping at the apron to wait for Nightmare to reach him and slide underneath the ropes before entering the ring himself. He goes up on the turnbuckle, beckoning the crowd to shower the Revolution with their praise as Nightmare riles up the crowd on the other turnbuckle as only he can, taunting, flexing and such like. As soon as the chorus hits they begin screaming the lyrics with the song and the crowd, both holding up both hands in the 'R' handsign. [align=center]GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! DON'T DOUBT THE HATE THAT'S INSIDE OF MY HEART! GONNA BREAK HUMANITY JUST IN SPITE OF ME! GAZE INTO MY EYES AND YOU'LL FIIIIIIIIIIIND!!![/align] They drop off the buckle and meet in the center of the ring, speaking with each other quietly as the music and lights fade away, leaving the crowd at a fevered pitch and ready for war. JH: So all teams are in this thing, all buckets are set, and the bell has sounded. CL: And lookit both Daisuke and Blond high tail it out of the ring. JH: Doesn’t look like they’re high tailing it, looks more like they’re just gonna sit this one out for the most part. You never really know with those two though. Just as described, both members of the Tanaka Zaibatsu remain on the outside just standing there as J.J. leans through the ropes. Daisuke waves him off as J.J. continues to question their motives. JH: Ouch! And a hard felt clothesline from Grant Rice to Steve Patterson starting this competition off. J.J. looks over into the action then back at the Zaibatsu. Finally he makes the decision and pretty much ignores the tag team champions on the outside. Felix catches up with Nightmare sending some nice stiff forearm shots to the good side of his head. Enough of these shots that sends Nightmares back against the ropes. Eventually, Grant finishes off with the downed Patterson slamming his knee into the canvas. Now he heads over to aid his partner clubbing Felix from behind with a forearm across the back. Felix feels it as he presses his arms against the top ropes facing outward toward the Zaibatsu. Both Rice and Nightmare each take a side as they send Felix running with an irish whip. Instead of coming back from a rebound, Felix baseball slides out of the ring as both Revolution members are taken down from behind by two one after another shuffle side kicks. Grant gets his on the back of his head as Nightmare feels his under the chin. Felix soon slides back into the ring truly giving the signal that Hardcore Sex is in control of this matchup. CL: Just what kind of name is Hardcore Sex anyway? I mean, is it just a name or is it a way of life? CM: Well, that’s really up to the beholder. To some, Hardcore Sex would involve a third party, some weird bizarre position, or just a bunch of dildos flying around like some former commentator— CL: I told you last week I’d fucking kick your ass if you mentioned her name again! JH: So between all the runs of NGIW and calling these shows, just when are you planning on kicking Chip’s ass? CL: I’ll do it right fucking now if he mentions anything to do with that…woman again. CM: … … …sybilvega! CL: That’s it! As on air sounds are somewhat replaced by static and quick shuffles, inside the ring there’s a completely different sound as Nightmare lets out a scream while Patterson scraps the side of his shoe against the bad side of his head. Really, it looks like a jolted footstep, just in the same place. Felix just smiles as he watches the display given by his partner while bringing Grant up to his feet. A double leg take down later and Grant is over spearing Patterson out of his shoes. Well, not literally of course. More figuratively than anything. But Grant isn’t content on just spearing him, he lifts The Emo Kid up by the hair and starts getting in a few toe kicks before sending him running to the other side of the ring. Upon his return, Steve is met with a back body drop that sends him crashing hard on his lower back upper ass region. Soon the back of Patterson’s hand rests on his lower back as his body does a little twist in a sit up position. CM: Ah yes, the most overused selling position. JH: I don’t think he’s selling that one. Falling from two metres up in the air, I don’t think he’s selling. Nightmare is soon back up to his feet taking out Felix with a hard felt knife edge chop. Felix falls flat on his back after the impact as both Grant and Nightmare start up a nice double team effort on the Hardcore Sex member that is Steve Patterson. A few well placed stomps lets Steve know just how much business both members of the Revolution mean. Nightmare soon begins to hoist Steve to his feet as Grant lends him a hand. Both members send Steve running to the other side of the ring. When he comes back he’s met with a stereo pair of back elbow shots to the face that knock him down hard onto the canvas. The well oiled duo follow this up with a thunderous double elbow drop that connect just mere milliseconds apart from one another. Felix though is up to his feet as he charges towards Grant from behind grabbing hold of his back jeans pushing him through the ropes and onto the outside. Felix now starts to do a number on Nightmare with a few shots to the side of his head while awaiting the revival of his tag team partner. CM: Ah, now the rubber bands on the other claw! CL: … … … What?! Nightmare, though with a valiant effort, tries his best to counter the duo with a few mid section punches but finds no relief as Steve Patterson rises to his feet to aid his fellow Hardcore Sexian. JH: And the Zaibatsu, the tag team champions, have still done nothing! CL: You got something wrong with two guys scouting the competition? JH: Not when you’re supposed to be the ones in that competition! As stated, both Daisuke and Mr. Blond remain on the outside looking in not even taking much of a chance on Grant less they be drawn into the actual match itself. Instead, they remain off on the side lines just chummin’ it with the audience. That is, if they’d even let them. JH: Felix now maintaining a power control over Nightmare as Steve…what’s he bringing into the ring? Sliding in with a chair, Steve plants it on the canvas as he takes a clean shot to Nightmares open ribs. At least open because Felix is making them open. One of those moves people would call a cheap shot, but in this scenario, it’s nothing but teamwork. Both Hardcore Sexians get themselves ready for one hell of a double team move as they wrap their arms, and his arms, in suplex position. It’s a simple hoist and both men hold him up there for quite some time. CL: Looks as though Nightmare is about to Just Eat It. JH: Nice… CL: Liked the way I worked it in there, huh. JH: Not really, no. Nightmare manages to wiggle his legs though as he manages to drop himself onto his feet with both men still ready to suplex him hard. CM: I guess Nightmare is full! CL: Full of what? CM: Sybil Vega. CL: God…fucking you…FUCK! YOU! Grant Rice comes into the ring ready to continue things, though still feeling the sharp effects of that toss to the outside manages to break up Felix’ hold with a hard shot to the gut. Nightmare spins around and manages to get in a quick suplex to Steve who lands fairly close to that steel chair he had brought in himself not that long ago. Grant’s work on Felix though doesn’t last long as following a sudden lifting uppercut, he takes the stride of his conquest with The Revolution member Grant. Nightmare catches a glimpse of this and heads off to help but is caught from below as Steve who pulls back on his legs bringing the other half of the Revolution down face first on the canvas. JH: Once again, Hardcore Sex seems written all over this match. CL: How long have you been waiting to say something like that? Steve quickly rises up to his knees and grabs hold of the steel chair clonking Nightmare upside the head just as he sits up. Grant, meanwhile, is feeling the bottom of Felix’s boot as he delivers some rather hard felt stomps. Steve uses the chair to fully rise up to his feet in a faster manner as Felix moves away from Grant to go work on Nightmare a little. Steve solidifies the switch as he makes his way toward Grant smashing the chair right across the small of his back. A sudden jolting action as the chair comes down to connect against his flesh a few times before Steve finally tosses the chair to the side. Steven then wraps his hand around the head of Grant bringing him to his feet only to send him walking with a chop across the chest. Grant doesn’t get too far however as Steve goes to continue the work in the corner. Kicking the Hardcore Sex bucket out of the way, Steve starts off with another flurry of chops. Meanwhile, Felix brings Nightmare to his feet only to have him get knocked back down with his variation of It’s Raining Men narrowly missing the chair. This one move alone gets at least some of the girls attention as Felix shoots back a cocky grin. JH: Tornado DDT! Steve smashes Grants head onto the bucket, accidentally it might seem, smashing it down. Or really, just flattening it. Grant lay there dazed as Steve takes hold of the chair motioning for Felix to lift Nightmare up. A hard felt shot and Nightmare has been busted open as he falls, crumpled almost, on the mat. CL: Just what they need. Now, LET’S FILL THAT BUCKET! JH: But the Hardcore Sex bucket was crushed from that and…wait, where are the other two buckets? That’s exactly what the two Hardcore Sexians are asking both each other and J.J. Neither of them really have any clue and now would be the time to know. CM: I don’t know for sure, but I think I may have seen Mr. Blond snatch away the buckets. CL: Damn them and their protest of this match. JH: They never really protested, they just said they didn’t want to take part. CL: Then why the fuck did they take those buckets? JH: Who knows? The only that is known is that the Hardcore Sex bucket, though smashed, is still enough to finish this match. CM: What’choo talkin’ ‘bout? JH: It’s simple mathematics. Sure it’s crushed and therefore not as tall, the fact that it’s short only exemplifies the fact that it’s wide and therefore will take just as much blood. Maybe a little less, but the end result is the same. CM: That true? JH: I don’t know. As long as it sounds possible. J.J. looks at the bucket which rests below Nightmares head as both members of Hardcore Sex continually kick him waiting for enough blood to pour out. Eventually, J.J. just calls the damn thing as Church of Hot Addiction strtas up once more. MA: Here are your winners…HARDCOOOOOOOOORE SEEEEEEEEEEXXX!!! And just like that, this match is over as both members of Hardcore Sex parade around the ring, arms raised high. Both men stop to give both members of the Zaibatsu, in a visual manner, that the belts will soon be theirs. Neither Daisuke nor Mr. Blond have anything to say, especially since their actions or words won’t be felt or heard as Revolution jumps Hardcore Sex from behind in a dazed fashion. Not enough to really overtake them, just enough to startle them into a lack of defence. Though weak, Revolution brings the fight to Hardcore Sex as they return it. On the outside, Daisuke seems to have seen enough and turns as he makes his way towards the back as Mr. Blond turns and quickly follows suit. Hardcore Sex's music suddenly stops, and our ears are filled with the sound of one man clapping. Out on the stage, mic tucked under his arm steps the man who attacked Nightmare last week! JH: It's him! It's him! Maybe we'll finally get some answers! Nightmare in the ring looks furious, seething with inner rage. The man on the stage raises a calming hand and shakes his head, smiling. JK: Now now now, Nightmare. No need to get angry. Heh. I'm just here to talk with you. The fans heavily boo the mystery man, but he seems not to notice. JK: My name... is Joseph Kerr... but you can call me Joey. All my good friends do, Nightmare. And you and I? We're going to become good, GOOD friends over the next few weeks. More booing from the fans, but at least Nightmare's attention has finally been caught. He leans on the ropes, still angry but ready to hear an explanation. JK: See, Nighty... the reason I attacked you last week is a preeetty simple one. Does anyone remember my... short-lived FIW career? A few of the fanks cheer, having been reminded that he was a cool dude very briefly. The rest of them are still booing, either 'cuz they don't remember or 'cuz they hate him. JK: All right, shut up. See, there, Nightmare? Nobody really remembers Joey Kerr's short stay at FIW... and that's 'cuz they kicked me out the door before I could even get established. APPARENTLY... I wasn't funny enough. I wasn't... GOOOOD enough. But you've ALWAYS been here... and the word around the FIW locker room is YOU SUCK! The fans boo EVEN HARDER at Joey, but he's talking right over them at this point. JK: So I lose a job, I get kicked out of FIW, 'cuz I'm not on YOUR level!? That... is bullshit. So I'm back. I don't even care if FIW WANTS me here. I'm HERE... to get some REVENGE... on YOU! You CRUSHED MY DREAMS, Nightmare! And for that? Hehah... I'm gonna crush... you. Joey grins sinisterly before backpedalling out of the arena. Nightmare finally exits the ring and starts charging up the ramp after him." JH: Joey better hurry up, 'cuz Nightmare looks like he's going to ruin somebody in a few minutes! |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 27 2007, 03:21 AM Post #4 |
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MA: “The following bout is scheduled for one fall and is trail series, match number three. In this bout all tables will be legal!” [align=center]Work it, Make It, Do It, Makes Us, HARDER BETTER FASTER STRONGER![/align] MA: “Introducing first from Cheltenham, England and weighing in this evening at 220 pounds……..LLLLLLIIIIIIIAAAAAMMMMMM MMMMMOOORRRRRRTTTEELLLLLLLL!!!” 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. 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. JH: “Liam Mortell has made quite the name for himself in these trial series matches. If he were to beat Kiyoshi tonight the possibilities for this seasoned veteran could be unlimited.” CL: “Kiyoshi will not be an easy opponent by any means. Liam better have brought his A game this evening.” CM: “How has Liam made a name for himself? He’s one for one. That means he’s lo....” JH: “I know what it means.” CM: “Then you know it means he hasn’t made a name for himself.” JH: “It was no easy victory for him last week against Nightmare.” CM: “Don’t remind me. I’m glad I don’t have to sit through that match again.” With darkness' embrace of the entire building, a heart-beat starts up. Slowly, steadily, never ending until the warrior finally falls. On the ReVoltrons, each beat is marked by the impact of one of Kiyoshi Nakahata's trademark moves of a variety of opponents, FIW or otherwise. The cage, as ever it did, slowly fills up with smoke to mark the coming of the Yeti, and the soothing whisper of Trent Reznor sweeps through, backed by light tapping and silent screams. [align=center]You and I, we may look the same But we are very far apart[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align][align=center]There's bullet holes where my compassion used to be and there is violence in my heart[/align][align=right]RESIST!!![/align][align=center]Into fire you can send us From the fire we return[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align][align=center]You can label us a consequence Of how much you have to learn[/align][align=right]RESIIIIIIIAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!![/align] Synthesisers add to the noise of the song, the heartbeat, and the mixed cheers and boos. A cloaked, masked figure emerges from the smoke, turning the few residual cheers to something less admiring when the Sin of Sloth reveals his face. Onikage is not precisely loved around these parts. Especially when he is not the person advertised... Up on the ReVoltrons, Nakahata closes his eyes and lowers his mask... [align=center]You can try but you'll never understand This is something you will never understand Can you hear it now Hear it coming now Can you hear it now...[/align] MA: And his opponent, accompanied by the Morning Star, Onikage... Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty pounds; from Komachi City Japan, The Sin of Lust... Kiyoshi NAAAAAKAAAAAHAAAAATAAAAA!!! The introduction is snuck in a heartbeat before the chorus crackles away and is replaced the a cry of 'Fuck Shit Up!' leading to an explosion obliterating the stage and the entrance way, leaving only two people in the building unmoved. One, the Saviour, who stands part way down the aisle, and Judo Senshi, white hair visible by the fact that his pyro blew down his hood. As he strides on towards the ring, destiny and whatever else; he pulls his hood up, so focused that the Morning Star even steps out of his way, although looking a lot happier about the situation than most. By how thunderous guitars have replaced the synthesised riff that came before, and Max Cavalera's gutteral roar has replaced Trent Reznor's calm soft singing. [align=center]Chaos A.D. Disorder Unleashed Starting to Burn Starting to Lynch Silence means Death Stand on your Feet Inner Fear Your Worst Enemy[/align] Reaching the ring, and ascending the steps, the real life Kiyoshi Nakahata removes the mask, handing out to Onikage as he strides around on the apron. He reaches his corner as the song reaches a climax, and on the phrase "Worst Enemy," does his customary vault up onto the top turnbuckle and sits down, pulling his hood right over his scarred face as the lights return... CL: “Kiyoshi looking to pick up the victory here tonight to further his attempt at changing his name from Mr. FSC to Mr. DC.” CM: “As long as Liam Mortell doesn’t make it to that match at Violence Fetish, I’m all good.” JH: “Your probably rooting for it to be all Reject’s, Xtreme Kitten and Ethan Adams in the holding cell. You always throw fairness out the window for your own personal entertainment.” Official, Mark Jackson prepares the men in the middle of the ring as they size each other up. He explains the rules while pointing to two folding tables set up on the outside of the ring. Standing next to one of the tables on the outside is Onikage who holds the dried blood remains of Xtreme Kitten’s mask. Once the rules for the match up are completely explained, Mark Jackson turns to the time keeper and calls for the opening bell. [align=center]DING DING[/align] As soon as the bell rings both men move to the center of the ring and go straight to battle. It is Kiyoshi that strikes first lunging in with a palm strike that is quickly avoided by Liam who catches his arm and twists his opponent to the side. He drops a quick elbow over the shoulder and gives the arm a twist for good measure as he moves Nakahata back to the ropes while still apply pressure on the shoulder. Once at the ropes Liam rears back his right arm while still using his left to apply pressure to Kiyoshi’s shoulder and fires inward with a open palm chop that connects with a snap that is heard round the coliseum. Liam releases his opponents arm expecting him to be at least somewhat dazed by the chop but this is not the case. Kiyoshi stands unaffected by the chop and fires off a chop off his own that echoes around the coliseum and sends Liam staggering backwards holding his chest in pain and gasping for breath. CL: “Fuck! Did you hear the impact of that chop?” Nakahata then charges across the ring with a knee strike to the head of his doubled over opponent. Liam drops to a knee upon the impact to the side of his head and places his arms over his head to further protect his head. Kiyoshi moves in over his opponent pulling him up to his feet and quickly cinches an arm around his neck with a standing side headlock. He then drives a couple hard forearms into the kidney area of his opponent before hoisting him up to the vertical and then dropping him down to the mat back first with a suplex. Kiyoshi then rolls up to his feet and makes way to the outside of the ring where he grabs hold of a nearby table and pulls it over close to the ring apron and then climbs back into the ring moving after his opponent who is slowly stirring by the ropes. Once within reaching distance he snatches Liam up and pushes him into the ropes and whips him off. Midway through the whip Liam manages to reverse and stops in front of his opponent as he whips him toward himself. With that Liam hoists Kiyoshi off the mat and pivots as he drives him back first into the mat with a spine buster. JH: “SSSSPPPPINNNNNNEEEEEBUUUUUSSSTTAAHHHHHHH!” CL: “Spine-sh….” CM: “Don’t you fucking do it!” CL: *with a smile* “SPINE-SHATTERING!!!” CM: “MOTHER….FUCKER!!!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO IT! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A FUCKING CUNT ASS BITCH!!!!” Back in the ring Liam is moving back to his feet as Kiyoshi rolls to his side and arches his back in pain. Mortell pulls himself up with the ropes and staggers over to his opponent who is looking out of the ring to Onikage who is pounding on the mat and showing him the remains of Xtreme Kitten’s mask. Kiyoshi blinks a couple times and shakes his head but oddly seems to draw energy from the sight of the mask and pushes back to his feet as Liam moves back in on him. However before he is able to fully move to his feet Liam is over him and pulling him fully to his feet. Mortell quickly moves into action before Kiyoshi is to recover any further and drives a knee into his mid section and tucks Nakahata’s head under his crotch region and hooks both his arms before hoisting him up for a double under hook suplex. As Liam is about to release Kiyoshi for the double under hook suplex, Kiyoshi shifts his weight slightly and drops over the shoulder and down behind his opponent standing behind him. He rapidly hooks his arms around Liam’s and turns with his back to the ropes yanking Liam off the mat and over the top rope and straight down to the table had set up earlier. Liam hits with a thud but the table does not break and he lies their almost lifeless but still with his chest heaving slowly. Kiyoshi steps out of the ring and steps onto the table top picking Liam up to his feet and grabbing him by both arms and setting up for an Uchi Mata judo throw. However the table is not strong enough to hold both men s weight and collapses as Nakahata is prepared to throw Mortell through the table and both men collapse to the floor at the same moment. Mark Jackson begins his count out now with both men sprawled on the floor clearly in pain. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6…[/align] JH: “It would be a shame if this match was to end in a double count out. Both these men want a shot at the most coveted prize in all of FIW.” CM: “Looks like Onikage is attempting to motivate Kiyoshi by displaying XK’s bloodied mask in front of him.” Onikage is over Kiyoshi holding the mask within his sight as the count continues and as before this motivates Nakahata back to his feet. [align=center]7… 8…[/align] Kiyoshi staggers to his feet long enough to roll into the ring breaking the count and then back out in pursuit of his opponent who is still laying on his back just a couple feet away and on the other side of the splintered wreck between them. He staggers through the splintered wood mess and picks Liam back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. He then digs under the ring and pulls out another table that he hoists over his head and then slides in through the middle rope, leaving one end resting on the middle rope and the other on the mat. Kiyoshi then slides into the ring and climbs to his feet only to find that Liam too has made it to his feet and is resting with his armpit draped over the top rope. Kiyoshi moves into him pulling him off the ropes and prepares to use another of his Judo throws on Liam but is surprised when the opponent burst from the ropes slapping his hands away and boxes him in the left ear with an open hand. Liam then spins him about and grabs him by both arms before planting a foot in Kiyoshi’s upper leg and tossing him with a Tomoe Nage straight into the table leaning against the ropes. JH: “Kiyoshi forgetting that Liam is versed in Judo himself.” CM: “I’m really glad tables are legal because this would be boring otherwise.” The table does not break due to the shock absorption from the ropes but never the less it still takes its toll on Kiyoshi who connects with the table with a thud and then slides down and crumples in his neck region on the mat. Liam groggily stands to his feet and jumps into the air dropping a leg over his opponents scrunched neck and then from the seated position pulls his opponent off the table and onto the mat. Liam then grabs Kiyoshi up and wraps an arm around his head dropping him with a DDT that leaves him on the mat motionless long enough for Liam to work on something with the table. Mortell picks the table up bringing it to the corner and opens both ends of the legs and then places it into the corner vertically but at an angle. He then collapses the upper legs hooking them over the top turnbuckle to hold the table in place as he returns to his opponent. He then turns to Kiyoshi who is looking again to Onikage who is holding the mask of Xtreme Kitten and pushing to his feet. CL: “FUCKING CHRIST! That mask is like an Energizer battery to Kiyoshi. It allows him to keep going, and going, and going. Despite the beating that he may have endured already.” Kiyoshi is prepared as Liam approaches him and moves for an STO. CL: “Space Tornado Kiyoshi!!!!” JH: “Blocked by Mortell.” Liam elbows Kiyoshi in the head before he is able to perform the move and then continues to elbow him until he staggers dazed in place. Liam then backs off and charges forward with a spear driving Kiyoshi off his feet and up into the air before they both charge through the table set up in the corner. [align=center]CRRRAACCKKKKKKKK!”[/align] Kiyoshi crumples to the mat near the corner and Liam does the same but manages to pull himself onto the Reject member and musters enough energy to hook a leg in the process. Mark Jackson slides in for the count brushing some debris from the table out of the way first. [align=center]…1 …2 …SHOULDER UP!!![/align] CM: “What this match needs is more tables. I need more tables!” Kiyoshi manages to get his shoulder up in the nick of time but this does not stop Liam from attempting the pin fall again this time hooking both legs and leaning more into the pin. Mark Jackson who is still in position begins a new count. [align=center]…1 …2[/align] CL: “Kiyoshi has the ropes.” Kiyoshi’s arm shoots out and his hand grabs hold of the ropes. Jackson notices this and stops the count and points the hand holding the bottom rope to Mortell. Frustrated, Liam moves back to his feet and grabs Kiyoshi by his neck pulling him back up to his feet as he stands. He then hooks up Kiyoshi as if he is going for a suplex and then motions for one of his signatures. JH: “He’s going for the Side Effect Suplex!” As he is going to shift the suplex into the Side Effect, Nakahata kicks his feet shifting his weight and drops down behind him. He then grabs Liam by the arm and whips him to the ropes. As his opponent rebounds at him at full speed Kiyoshi goes for Ipponzei. Instead Liam slides under his legs and bounces up behind him grabbing him around the waist. Nakahata throws several elbows into the side of Liam’s head in an attempt to free himself from his clutches and then turns into him hooking him up into his finisher. CL: “This could be it!!!” Kiyoshi hooks an arm under Liam’s neck and goes to lift him up into the Uranage but Liam battles back with some elbows of his own and manages to break free. JH: “LIAM FREES HIMSELF!!” Liam quickly moves behind Kiyoshi for a backslide pin but has trouble getting him over. Kiyoshi fights back vehemently as he stares at the mask in Onikage’s hands and manages to break his arms out of Liam’s. Just as Liam turns around Kiyoshi moves right in at him catching him blindly. CL: “UUUURRRRAAAANNNAAAGGGEEEE!!!” CM: “Where did that come from?” Kiyoshi plants Liam to the canvas with great force and then covers for the count hooking up the far leg as he does so. Mark Jackson is there for the count. [align=center]…1 …2[/align] JH: “Last chance, Liam. You need to kick out if you want any chance at the Dual Crown.” [align=center]…3[/align] Nakahata rolls off and moves to his feet breathing heavily as Mark Jackson calls for the bell and Michael Anderson declares him the victor. [align=center]DING DING DING[/align] MA: “Here is your winner via pinfall……KKKKKIIIIIYYYYYOOOSSSSSHHHIIIIIEEEEE NNNNNAAAAAKKKKKKAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAATTTTTTAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” Mortell continues to lay dazed on the mat as Kiyoshi stands over him and reaches down to shake his hand. He then lets Liam’s arm flop back down to the mat and turns to Mark Jackson who raises his hand in victory. Kiyoshi pulls his arm from the officials and moves for the ropes climbing out. He heads down the steps and alongside Onikage looking momentarily back into the ring and the carnage that is left from his match as the two head backstage. CM: “I have to admit that was an impressive victory by Kiyoshi.” CL: “Take a good look. That man very well could be your Dual Crown champion after Violence Fetish.” JH: “Kiyoshi is as about as good as they get. But there is only one thing standing in his way and that is Xtreme Kitten. He’s yet to get past him thus far but I think that Kiyoshi has become stronger because of that.” The fluorescent lights beam off the linoleum floors and the various boxes presumably filled with stage equipment. Then again they are all closed so they could be filled with the dead bodies of all Drake’s ex-girlfriends. Speaking of the Mile High Madman and self proclaimed Career Killer, he is walking down the amazingly shiny hallways while munching on a bag of marshmallows. His Dragon mask sits on top of his bald head which is of course gleaming as well under the bright lights, probably due to his mango head gel he uses. His new best friend Jeff Noon comes rushing into the scene forcing Drake to grimace implying that perhaps Drake is less than thrilled to see his new buddy. Drake: Damn it Noon, what the hell do you want? Noon: Sorry, but I have some quick questions for you. Drake: I hate interviews. I never grant them so why should I start now with you? Noon: Because I helped you chase Ninja and Jaime all day which included me dressing up like a giant panda. Drake: Alright, fair enough. You have two minutes. Noon: Well tonight you finally got the elusive win that you have been searching for over your nemesis Extreme Ninja Number 2. Drake: That isn’t a question. Noon: Well you didn’t get the clean win. Adam Wilson emerged onto the scene and helped you score the win. What do you think about the events? Drake: I think I won. That is all that matters. Ninja won the Fighting Spirit Championship by screwing me over. But nobody talks about that. I used to say in the end the only thing that matters is the victory. Noon: Yes we all know the phrase. Not as cool as Spiderman’s but ok. Drake: Anyways in the end it was one step closer to winning the Fighting Spirit Championship. Noon: Yeah because that has been going so well for you. Drake pauses with a marshmallow in hand about to enter his mouth. He pulls it down to stare at a gulping Noon. Noon wipes his brow and sweat stains his already dirty shirt sleeve. Noon: That didn’t come out right. What I meant to say is that you claimed that you were going to take FIW by storm when you got here, yet you have not won a single title yet. Drake: And you have a sick living arrangement with your mother. Noon: Hey now that is something that we don’t need to discuss. I am sorry that your rise to fame has been less than breath taking. Drake: Noon I am about six seconds from choking you out. Noon: Just remember that I helped you out. And will always be there to help you out. So choking me would be a really bad idea the way I look at it. Drake: Whatever your two minutes are up. And I will get a FIW championship title one way or another. No matter what, I plan on wearing a championship belt sooner than later. Noon: Well… Drake: That’s enough Noon. I am going for a burger. Drake begins to walk off leaving a dejected Noon behind. Stopping a few feet away Drake stops and turns to Noon. Drake: Are you coming or what? Noon’s face lights up like a child at Christmas as he bounds after Drake. |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 27 2007, 03:23 AM Post #5 |
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The camera comes on to show a quick review of the house, the house is two stores with a basement and on the first floor there is a hall way straight from the door. To the left side of the hall way is a door way that leads to a study and further down on the left hand side is a door way that leads to a living room. On the right there is a door way that leads into the kitchen and further down on the right hand side is a set of stairs that leads up onto the second floor. The second floor to the left has three doors scattered down that path, two lead to guest bedrooms and one door leads to a guest bathroom. To the left on the second floor are two doors, the first door leads to a second bathroom and the second door leads to the master bedroom. After the video of it, we see the three faces of commentary comes up on the top right of the screen as they begin talking. CL: Damn this reminds me of NGIW, damn it makes me wanna cry… if I had that emotion that is. JH: This definitely is going to be something interesting for the crowd watching in the arena. CM: Why, seeing Shaun walk away the winner? Of both, it’s going to be a viewing pleasure. Either way as the three talk, images of the two doors out of the house come on Richard Kelly by one, Michaela Menendez by the other, that’s when the camera swings to the six men, in the hall of the house each looking towards each other as it seems they await some kind of signal, of course some spookily way, Michael Anderson’s voice comes over a speaker in the hall. MA: Ok, the first person to find both the Fighting Spirit Championship key and exit the house via the door Michaela Menendez is at will win that contendership, same goes for the Flycore key and Richard Kelly, so set? GO! Instantly as Michael says that, all six men go at each other Shaun and Adam Wilson throwing punches, Gabriel, gets three timed by Ethan, Jay and Nick Allen who all beat him down with clubs and kicks, making Gabriel keel under the strain, moving backwards to defend himself but unfortunately, as he does, he hit’s a switch, making the floor below him move and he falls from the second floor right into the basement, smashing through the first floor flooring! As the other five look somewhat shocked as they watch it happen, it seems they now all realize what might and will possibly happen to them. JH: Did… did you just see that?! CM: Gabriel falling? Yes I did and it was… CL: Amazingly genius! Finally a match I won’t fall asleep through. As Gabriel seems to be completely now out of the contest, the five men stop attacking each other, then run off from each other, each seemingly going to find the key’s they require and need, as they do Jay Bain bursts into the guest toilet, looking around, he sees something golden in his eyes view, moving towards it, he indeed finds one of the keys, picking it up though, he turns around to see Shaun Wilson, who boots him in the gut, making him drop the key before Shaun RAMS! Jay’s head into bath’s side, making Jay dazed as Shaun grabs the key,. JH: Jay found a key, I believe it’s the Flycore one. CM: Come on Shaun, leave the place. CL: Not with those two chasing him. Shaun sees both Adam Wilson and Nick Allen following him, so he makes a run for it, running towards some stairs as both Nick Allen and Adam Wilson follow quickly behind, Nick seems to take the lead, well that is until Adam, trips him, in doing so though Nick lands on a wire, signaling for a wooden pole to swing from the side of the floor, about shin height, but unfortunately it ain’t his shin that’s there, it’s his face, taking a full smash of the piece of wood, knocking Nick clean out! CL: WHAM! That had to hurt… Oh who am I kidding, I hope it did! JH: Conse he could be severely concussed. CL: And? CM: Yeah who cares, Shaun‘s gonna get a title shot! Of course indeed forgetting about the fallen and seemingly knocked out Nick Allen, Adam Wilson jumped over the wooden strut and then carries on chasing after Shaun, getting downstairs to the kitchen to where Richard Kelly is and the door to the Flycore title shot. Shaun has indeed begun to unlock the door before Adam grabs him and smacks him in the face with a forearm, making Shaun back off as Adam grabs and unlocks the door, but as he seems about to open it, Shaun CHARGES at him! Spearing himself and Adam straight through the door! CM: …Hey! He stole a shot from Shaun! JH: No they both won it. CM: Well sharing sucks! Richard Kelly moves to the pair as they seems quite overwhelmed by the win, lying there dazed Richard signals they both won! MA: Your Flycore Contenders! ADAM WILSON AND SHAUN WIIIILLLLSSSOOONNNN!!!! A mixed reaction comes from the on watching crowd as the camera now seems to switch to another, this one following Ethan Adams who’s in the library, he is throwing books left, right, looking for the key in the library, being on the first floor away from all the action just witnessed, that all so makes him seem more annoyed and frustrated looking for the key until he throws a book, which makes a key fly out and hit against the wall. Ethan turns, with a look of happiness as he then moves quickly picking up the key. JH: Seems Ethan’s found the other key. CL: Yes he has, but question is can he find Michaela. CM: Shaun should be allowed back in, it’s racism. CL: Chip, can I ask you something? CM: What? CL: Did it hurt when your mom dropped you as a baby? CM: No, but it hurt when your mom said I was that good in bed. CL: She’s always been a fan of the smaller guys… As Jonathon just laughs at the onwards joking, Ethan exit’s the library making sure nobody else is around, but as he does, Jay Bain shaking off the earlier attack sees him as he comes down the stairs, looking towards Ethan as he walks down the hall, past the broken hole which Gabriel made. Jay though, runs after Ethan who sees him coming, but doesn’t run, instead looks to Jay and LEAPS! Up connecting with a dropkick, making Jay reel backwards into the wall, Ethan then goes for a discuss forearm, but Jay ducks, kicking him in the gut before DDT’in him into the wall innovatively. CL: Wrestling in a house full of tricks and traps? Wow, I have truly seen everything. JH: It’s highly competitive I’ll give them that. CM: It’d be more amusing to see them both get smacked by a big old spiked ball. Ethan drops the key as Jay grabs it quickly and begins to pick it up, before moving towards the door that leads to the front of the house, but as he does, he turns to see Ethan come charging towards them cross bodying them STRAIGHT! Through the doors to the main hall, in doing so both see Michaela Menendez as she watches on, seeing both men seemingly exhausted but wanting his. Ethan’s first up grabbing the key, but as he steps forward, a trap goes off, sending up a quick glass block the way forward, making him dodge with a standing moonsault, but as he does, Jay simply comes from behind and runs forward with a bulldog SMASHING! Himself and Ethan through the glass! CL: By the pants of fire and awesomeness! JH: Holy hell, he must of just been ripped open surely. CM: Meh… Both men fallen and bloodied now, Jay’s right arm seems to be trickling as Ethan’s skull does too, Jay climbs to his feet though, approaching the door and unlocking it, about to open the door though, but Ethan’s too his feet! He grabs Jay, turns him around and literally out of nowhere lands a Ace Crusher on the floor, making Jay drop the key, Ethan then scrambles to his feet, before falling through the door to the outside signaling Michaela to signal he wins! MA: And! Your Fighting Spirit Championship Winner! EEEEETTTHHHAAAANNNN AAADDDAAAMMMMSSSSS!!!! The crowd in the arena give a mixed reaction as they watch Michaela raises his hand, before EMT’s then move in checking on all six men, making sure there ok, as the screen fades and we move to the commentary desk. JH: After a very surprising match, a weird debut now means Adam Wilson and Shaun Wilson are Flycore contenders and Ethan Adams is Fighting Spirit Number one contender. CM: Shaun was robbed, but still… it was OK. CL: Next match then? Because commenting on that match would be pointless. We cut backstage to the Ladies Locker Room, where we find Kennedy preparing (for a lack of better word) for her upcoming contenders match tonight. I say preparing because it’s the best way to describe her standing in front of her locker in her ring attire. She adjusts the crimson red sports bra-style top and glances at herself in the small mirror positioned on the inside of the door. Whatever style of preparation you’d call this, it’s interrupted. By what? The arrival of the FIW Hellcat Division Champion Jaime Lee. She makes her way into the locker room, heading right for her locker and pulling it open before hanging her belt up. She takes a deep breath and brushes her hair back with both hands in a stressful manner. Stressful enough to attract the attention of someone so introverted as Kennedy. Kennedy: Hey, you okay? Jaime glances towards the other hellcat, almost as if she didn’t even realize the other woman was in the room. Jaime: Oh. Yeah. Sure. Jaime shrugs off the concern. Not in a rude way but in a “I don’t want to trouble you” kind of way. Kennedy: Adam Wilson? The name draws another look of surprise from Jaime. Jaime: Uh… one of many thoughts. Kennedy: I know how you feel. Kennedy returns her attention back towards her locker. It turns out she’s not looking at the mirror anymore. She’s actually looking at something inside the locker, but we can’t see what it is. Jaime: How are you doing? I heard about the Halloween party. Kennedy returns her eyes to Jaime, her face crinkled with confusion at the words. What about last night? Kennedy: The party? Jaime: Yeah. I heard you got pretty wasted. Kennedy: I… did? Jaime: Oh! You didn’t do anything embarrassing. I mean, I didn’t hear anything about that. Just, that someone had to help you out of the party. Kennedy takes a deep breath, the confusion remaining on her face as she thinks all of that over. It’s obvious she doesn’t remember anything like that happening. Kennedy: I didn’t even drink… who did you say helped me home? Jaime shrugs, doing her best to avoid putting her foot in her mouth anymore in this conversation. Jaime: Just some guy. That’s all I heard. I was already gone by then. Sorry. Jaime reaches into her locker and pulls out a small notepad, her eyes scanning it over. Meanwhile, Kennedy is left sorting out all the confusion from the Halloween party. Failing to piece together all of the bits she now knows, she reaches into her locker and pulls out whatever it was she was staring at. We don’t know what it is because she doesn’t show us. But she slams the locker shut and quickly makes her exit. Kennedy: Thanks, Jaime. The champion glances over her shoulder, not even getting the opportunity to respond before Kennedy is gone. Doesn’t seem to bother Jaime too much, her eyes quickly returning to the notepad in her hands. Jaime: Waste of young beauty? Huh? Jaime doesn’t rush to explain her odd question to… nobody inside the room. So we take a quick glance over her shoulder to see the contents written on the notepad in her hands. Words like “Angels”, “Watcher of eternity’s balance”, “Chain of bad events”, “Take careful eye on your flock”, followed by April’s name written next to it with a question mark. But the focal point of all these scribbles is the phrase “it’s such a waste of young beauty”. Obviously, this is all the stuff Curtis spoke to her about at the Hulle Granz Cathedral. Jaime’s eyes rapidly re-read (for the millionth time it seems) all of the stuff she has to go on. With a frustrated sigh, she tosses the notepad back into her locker and grabs a towel out. Jaime: With my luck, the angel sent to help me out will be Adam Wilson. And on that sarcastic comment, she slams the locker door shut and heads off camera. |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 27 2007, 03:26 AM Post #6 |
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JH: Well folks, it’s been a great night so far and we’re getting into another exciting match. Dual Crown Contendership in a Trick or Treat match! CL: Yeah, weird-ass gimmick matches can’t be any weirder… at the start of a match and at every page into it, the ref will pick a note out of the bag that makes one wrestler impervious to pinfall, submission, and any other form of elimination until the next drawing, as well as enforcing a “trick” on another wrestler; a random penalty will be put on one of them, such as needing to wear handcuffs or something equally strange. JH: … did you just say… page? What are you talking about? MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Trick or Treat match, and is for contendership of the Dual Crown championship! Introducing first, from Leamington Spa, England... ELLLLLRIIIIIICK!! 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. MA: And his opponent... from Newcastle, England... HUUUUUUUUTCH!!! [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] 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. MA: AAAND their opponent... from San Diego California (which means a WHAAAALE'S VAGINA...) THIS! IS! PRIIIIIIIIIME!!! 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. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. [align=center]DING-DING-DING-DING![/align] CM: Well, there’s the bell. Let’s get this train wreck started! TC: Before we begin the match, I’m going to announce the first stipulation and immunity… Tony Clarke dips his hand into the bag and pulls out a piece of paper. TC: The first wrestler with immunity is… PRIME! And the first penalty is against Kennedy… who will be instantly disqualified and removed from the match if she uses a kick! JH: That is entirely unfair! It’s like taking Kennedy’s entire offense away from her! CM: Point of the match, Hitchen. If you don’t like it, talk to Lazaro. Kennedy sighs as Prime smirks and LAMB-BASTES Hutch with a lariat. Elrick shrugs and puts his hands up, suggesting a test of strength against Kennedy. JH: Now there’s the honourable thing to do; fight along with your opponent’s strengths instead of preying on their weaknesses! CL: No, that’s the loser way to fight. Exploiting weaknesses is the thing to do. Kennedy accepts the test of strength and she and Elrick press against each other. Elrick gets the upper hand (‘cuz… y’know. He’s strong.) and bends Kennedy back, but Ken slips one hand out of his and swings around into a hammerlock. JH: It’s not often we see submissions wrestling from Kennedy, but with the stipulation on her, there’s not much she can do. Prime pulls Hutch up off the mat, but Hutch slaps his hand away and connects to his teeth with a HARD right! Prime rubs his jaw and JABS Hutch in the teeth, only to take another right across the kisser! CM: Hutch and Prime in a strike war… this is a dream come true! CL: It… is? Y’know I think I’m ACTUALLY enjoying what Kennedy and Elrick are doing. Speaking of, Elrick takes Kennedy over with a snap mare before applying a chinlock on her. Ken pulls at his arms before NAILING a reverse elbow to his temple! Elrick shakes it off and tightens the hold, but two more elbows knock him back. Kennedy spins to her feet as Hutch FINALLY knocks Prime down with a HARSH European uppercut. TC: It’s time for another Trick or Treat… the treat goes to Elrick, who has been granted immunity. The Trick is enforced on Hutch, who must fight… blindfolded! JH: Oh come the hell on. That’s just not fair! How is Hutch expected to win the match if-- CL: Shut the fuck up, Hitchen. Hutch sighs as the blindfold is placed over his eyes by Tony Clarke, who then steps away and calls for the match to resume. Since her stipulation is lifted, Kennedy NAILS the JFK!! JH: JAY-EFF-KAY, and Elrick has been knocked stupid! CM: An improvement, if you ask me. Being as Kennedy can’t do anything to Elrick she focuses her attentions on Hutch, driving a toe kick to Hutch’s abdomen before FIERCELY lifting a leg and DRIVING his neck across the mat with the Clincher! JH: With the use of her legs back, Kennedy is really becoming a shining storm in this match! Prime gets to his feet and sees Kennedy pulling Hutch to his feet, sneers, and instead picks Elrick up off the mat, lifting him high into the air! CM: Looks like my boy Prime is going for some prime-time-- YES!! GUTBUSTER!! Elrick got wrecked. Elrick sucks down air as Kennedy turns Hutch over and mounts his chest. JH: Looks like Hutch is enjoying himself! Hutch cracks a smile, which is promptly erased by Kennedy’s fist. JH: --ooh, a bit too much, maybe. She pounds him a few times before rising to her feet and MOONSAULT PRESSING onto his chest! Tony Clarke drops for the count as Kennedy hooks the leg! JH: This could be it right here! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! T--NO! Hutch kicks out before the ref’s hand hits the mat![/align] JH: Near fall on Hutch, there, for Kennedy. CL: Not nearly near enough, Hitch. Besides. Prime’s going to win this. Elrick looks like a rag doll in his hands! Prime is TORTURING Elrick with a bear hug, screaming “TAP!” “TAAAAP!” as Elrick screams equally loud “I CAAAN’T!!” Tony Clarke tries to get Prime to release the hold, but suddenly realizes it’s time to draw a card. He pulls out the bag and reads aloud… TC: The new wrestler with immunity is… Hutch! And the trick is that Prime may not win the match save by pinfall or disqualification! Prime looks furious as Elrick is tapping his arm to the pain, unable to claim the victory because it’s not a pinfall. Prime shouts “FINE!” and SLAMS Elrick into the mat spine-first before covering him with a pronounced fist to the sternum. Tony Clarke looks a little surprised, but gets his head back in the game when Prime shouts “COUNT IT!” JH: Another pinfall, here we go! [align=center]ONE![/align] Hutch slips out of a tieup with Kennedy and dodges around her, steaming toward Prime. [align=center]TWO!![/align] Hutch charges forward and BOOTS PRIME IN THE DAMN FACE, BREAKING THE COUNT!!! CL: Man, Elrick should freakin’ thank SOMEbody. Hutch just saved his ass, there. JH: That salvation might be just what Elrick needs to win this match! Elrick crawls away from the now-battling Prime and Hutch and gets intercepted by Kennedy, who wrenches his arm after snapping it up! Elrick takes the pain for a moment before spinning and reversing the wrench before delivering a STUTTERING CLOTHESLINE to the Pink Ranger!! CM: Let Elrick waste his time. Prime and Hutch is where this action is going to end. Mark my words. Kennedy pulls herself up as Prime locks in a full nelson, sensing a card change is just around the corner! He wrenches back on Hutch’s shoulders as Kennedy charges forward, CRACKING Elrick’s spine with a swinging neck breaker! JH: Beautiful running neck breaker by Kennedy! CL: Same could be said for Prime’s full nelson. I’ve seen him put out many a foe with that lock… and I don’t think Hutch’ll be any different, once that stipulation is lifted! Kennedy takes a few steps back and lies in wait for Elrick to rise… she sets her sights as he gets to his knees and wobbles to his feet. JH: Don’t turn around Elrick! CM: Hey, card time! Hutch looks a lot worse for the wear as Tony Clarke pulls out a card. Elrick turns to find Kennedy CHARGING INTO HIS FACE AND ERASING IT WITH A SHINING WIZARD!!! JH: SHOT HEARD ROUND THE WORLD!!!! TC: The new wrestler with immunity is… once again, HUTCH!! In addition, Elrick has been BANNED from using any form of suplex!! CM: I don’t think Elrick’s going to be doing anything with the shape he’s in, let alone a suplex. Kennedy covers Elrick as Prime balks at his fate. Tony Clarke drops to count. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] JH: Well, there you have it, folks! The next number one contender for the Dual Crown championship is KENNEDY!!! MA: Your winner, by pinfall, and the NEW DUAL CROWN number one contender… KEEENNNNEEEEEDDDDYYYYY!!! JH: … that’s what I just said. CM: Dammit! I don’t know who loaded that bag, but they were clearly biased against Prime! Prime has long since released Hutch, and for some “strange” reason didn’t attempt to break up Kennedy’s pin. Kennedy looks at Prime strangely, then her eyes widen. Prime moves his arms as though to ask ‘what’s the deal’ when FROM BEHIND COMES GRAVER WITH A BARBED WIRE CINDERBLOCK!!! JH: GRAVER!!! GRAVER!! IT’S GRAVER!! CL: Feh. CM: Bullshit! Graver CRACKS Prime in the back of the SKULL with the block, leveling him before grinning madly and looking Kennedy’s way. Kennedy looks stern, but wisely exit’s the ring, watching Graver closely as he swings his block on its strap. JH: You cannot blame Kennedy for getting away from Graver with that thing. After wrestling such a difficult match, it’s the wisest thing to do! CL: The wisest thing is to stay away from Graver altogether. He’s just a heap of disappointment these days… Graver leans on the ropes and grins at Kennedy, taunting her with the cinder block a little bit before firing a snot rocket on Prime’s downed body. He slides out of the ring and goes back into the crowd from whence he came, being hit and pelted with trash all the way. |
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| Kryten Shards | Oct 27 2007, 03:30 AM Post #7 |
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JH: As you may notice there is a very large novelty pumpkin at ringside… CM: As you may notice, there is a very small novelty penis coming out of Jonathon’s trousers. JH: No there’s not! CL: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! JH: What the…WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! CM: Happy Halloween, bitch. CL: Chip, where the fuck did you get a dildo? CM: Your mom. CL: Right that’s it… There’s suddenly a very loud buzzing noise. CM: AHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! JH: What the hell was that? CL: I got my friends to install a device into Chip’s chair that introduces a small but powerful dose of electricity into him if he annoys me. CM: Owwwwww… JH: That’s…genius. CL: It’s only supposed to be an emergency…but I think I’ve waited long enough. JH: Too right. I’m impressed you waited this long. CL: You okay there, Chip? CM: Owwwwww… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is for the Flycore Championship, in FIW’s first Buried in Jack-O-Lantern Rules Match! Crowd marks...as usual. MA: Introducing first, the challenger… 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] CM: My contacts tell me that the Latin words at the end of that prayer say “The children of men will suffer. My penis fits in all small spaces.” JH: Obviously untrue. CL: It may not be what the latin says…but it’s still a true fact…. 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. CM: Bet those druids are sex offenders... 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. MA: ….weighing in at 231lbs, from County Wicklow, Ireland, the Parvulus Pulsatus…PRIEST! [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] JH: What did he just call Priest? CM: Parvulus Pulsatus, paid for by Colbert Tottington. CL: What? CM: According to the note Colbert left me (since I am his favourite…), he paid Michael Anderson to put in Parvulus Pulsatus…it means Child Toucher. CL: I love it… JH: That’s totally disrespectful! How dare Colbert do that just because he has the ability to! CM: You’d shag women without them knowing if you could stop time… JH: No I would not. CM: Would that be rape? JH: We’ve stayed on this subject too long already… Priest circles the ring, smirking out to the 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. JH: This could in fact be either Priest’s or Colbert’s final match yet none of us have even bothered to talk about such a thing yet! CM: You know what, Hitchy’s right, we should celebrate the fact this is Priest’s last match with us! JH: I never said that! CL: It’s inevitable. JH: No it’s not! In fact I think it’s more likely we’ll be having a good old fashioned British spit roast. CM: Possibly the worst turn of phrase ever? CL: Definitely a contender… The lights suddenly dim down. The thudding beats of the guitar and drums from "Survivalism" by Nine Inch Nails starts playing. The tron starts playing the highlights from the career of Sir Colbert Tottington, causing the crowd to, as usual, boo. Two spotlights from eitherside of the end opposite to the entrance flash repeatedly on the entrance. As the singing begins, the spot lights stop flashing and stay constantly on, still pointing at the entrance way. [align=center]I should have listened to her, So hard to keep control. We kept on eating but our Bloated bellies still not full.[/align] From behind the curtain walks out Colbert Tottington. Is he followed then by Lord General Mortimer Igneous, and Onikage. Colbert grins, as does the General, while Onikage's look stays more serious. The jeers come thicker and stronger, as Colbert adjusts the Flycore Championship on his shoulder, before making his way down the ramp. CM: Here he comes, Saint Colbert, the man that will rid us of Priest. CL: Amen. JH: I love how you two hate each other until Colber comes into this. CM: Common ground, Constance, common ground. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! CL: Don’t ever act as if we’d agree on anything, Chip. Ever. CM: But we both hate Priest and like Colbert… JH: Chip don’t try to figure it out, just don’t mention the thing you said before. CM: How we have common ground? AHHH BASTAAAAAAAAAARD! JH: Knew that would work… [align=center]She gave us all she had but We went and took some more. Can't seem to shut her legs our Mother nature is a whore.[/align] MA: And his opponent, accompanied by Lord General Mortimer Igneous and Onikage, from "Cambridge, England", weighing 240lbs, the FIW Flycore Champion...Sir Colbert Tottington. [align=center]I got my propaganda I got revisionism. I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism. I'm a part of this great nation. I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism.[/align] Colbert continues his way to the ring. When he gets there, he slides in, while the General and Onikage take the steps. Colbert runs to the corner and gets onto the turnbuckle holding his title high. The crowd mostly boo, though maybe there's one or two smarks in there. Colbert just grins, while Onikage and the General stand centre of the ring. Colbert finally steps down and walks over to his two advisors. They talk with him, while the referee removes Colbert's title and takes it to the outside. Once the team talk's done, Onikage and General Mortimer make their way to the outside, and Colbert waits for the match to begin. [align=center]DING DING DING[/align] Colbert and Priest stand facing each other. From the outside, the General and Onikage look on, neither seeming to care at all about the fact that Colbert could be burnt alive. Colbert looks over to the giant Jack-o-Lantern by ringside and grins. He looks back at Priest who stares back at him with the seriousness almost tearing through the head of Tottington. Colbert starts to walk towards Priest, who in turn starts to walk towards Colbert. They meet in the centre of the ring, but while Priest was probably hoping for a lock-up as usual, he’s instead met with a punch to the face. Priest is obviously caught off guard, and stumbles backwards a bit. Colbert starts to punch Priest repeatedly, causing Patrick to fall against the ropes. The referee just stands back and watches, seeming as there are no rules. Colbert then slingshots Priest off the ropes. As Priest hits the ropes opposite and comes back, Colbert steps aside to let Priest go past him, but then as he does, hits Priest across the back of the head. Priest falls straight to the floor face first, causing the General and Onikage to laugh on the outside. JH: Surely Colbert should be taking this match seriously! He seems to just be messing around! CL: Good for him. He hates Priest so it’s the least he could do to the BHT. JH: Okay now what’s BHP? CM: Big Holy Throbber. JH: Sounds like a phrase Robin from Batman would say… Colbert looks down at Priest, and drops an elbow on the back of Priest’s head. He then slowly gets back up grinning, as Priest tries to lift himself to his feet. Colbert bends over and tries to help him up, but Priest hits him in the face with an elbow. Colbert goes stumbling back holding his face, then looks up grinning at Priest who’s getting to his feet. He runs at Priest, and lifts him onto his shoulder, driving him into the corner. He then starts to repeatedly drive his shoulders into the abdomen of Priest. He steps back, and as Priest comes out of the corner, Colbert hits a drop toe hold. Once again Priest’s face is introduced to the mat in a quick painful fashion. Colbert picks himself right back up again, runs jumps on the second rope of the turnbuckle, and jumps back off, driving both of his feet into the back of Priest. JH: After his poor showing last week, Colbert might be trying to prove something here tonight. CM: I say we support his choice to do so. Colbert springboards off the back of Priest and lands on the mat. He looks across to Onikage and the General and nods. The two nod back, then pull up the apron and look under the ring. They pull out what appears to be some sort of treasure chest, and slide it into the ring. Colbert, grinning, walks over. He opens it up to reveal an array of weaponry in there. CL: It’s a treasure chest of violence! JH: Halloween is going to be more realistic than usual… Colbert reaches in and pulls out what appears to be a plastic finger covered in fake blood. He pretends to be shocked as the General and Onikage laugh. Colbert turns and throws the finger at Priest, who was just getting up, hitting the Holy Man in his eye. CL: …Priest just poked himself in his eye… Colbert reaches in again and pulls out a bottle of “Silly String”, keeping in tone with the Halloween theme. Priest, holding his eye from getting hit in it by the plastic finger, walks over to Colbert, just for Tottington to turn around and start firing the Silly String straight into Priest’s face. Priest goes backwards trying to use his hands to block the flow of plastic string. The flow stops, just for Priest to be clotheslined down to the mat. Onikage finds Priest’s blinding amusing. Colbert grabs something else from his box of tricks and then stands over Priest, who lies face down. He grabs the back of Priest's head and lifts it, wrapping his arm around his neck. He the suddenly shoves what appears to be a fake spider into the mouth of the Catholic Warrior. As Priest seems to start choking on it, Colbert starts to hit his elbow repeatedly in the back of Priest's head. He then places his hands either side of his head and kicks the back of Priest's skull. Colbert looks over to Onikage, who already indicated to the giant pumpkin. JH: Surely they don't believe that Colbert can beat Priest already? CL: I agree. I want to see the motherfucker bleed. CM: Bet that's what Priest said about his first shag. Him being 22 at the time, and the girl being 11... The General and Onikage walk over to the Jack-o-Lantern, climbing on the apron to remove the top, and then to get back to floor. Colbert lifts Priest to his feet, and throws him towards the ropes by the Jack-o-Lantern. Priest rebounds off the ropes. As Priest bounces off the opposite ropes, Colbert stands in front of the ropes that are by the pumpkin. As Priest comes back to him, Colbert monkey tosses him up. Priest seems to be heading over the ropes and into the pumpkin, but expertly he grabs onto the ropes and flips himself around, landing on the apron. Priest hits Colbert in the back of the head. As Colbert goes forwards hold his head, not knowing what’s happening, Priest wipes his face and spits out the fake spider with a look of anger on his face, but that it suddenly replaced with shock as both of his feet are grabbed by Onikage and the General, and his face is introduced this time to the apron as he’s pulled down. Onikage then slams the back of Priest’s head against the giant Jack-o-Lantern and rolls him back into the ring. Colbert turns around and looks at Priest who’s just getting up, holding his head. Colbert seems to be slightly annoyed. He goes over to his chest, reaches in again and this time pulls out something a bit more….violent. He brings out what appear to be the brass knuckles that he used two weeks ago on Hutch. JH: Are those…the brass knuckles he used two weeks ago on Hutch?! That’s what I just said, motherfucker! PAY ATTENTION! CM: Now this can only mean a good outcome. Colbert walks over and, without even giving Priest a chance, nails Priest right in the face with the brass knuckles. Priest falls against the ropes, with Colbert suddenly going into a torrent of blows with these punches, with Priest falling to the mat, trying his best to use the ropes to keep himself up. Priest is sitting against the ropes, as Colbert still punches the top of the Catholic’s head until blood starts to flow from the top of his head. Colbert then removes the knuckles and throws them to Onikage on the outside, who catches them. Colbert steps back, but only to kick Priest in the face, causing him to seep through ropes and collapse to the floor on the outside. Colbert then climbs to the outside and gets to the floor. Tottington stands above Priest and picks him up, leaning him against the apron. He slaps across the chest of Priest twice, then Irish Whips him into the barrier opposite. Priest has his arms and head draped across the top of the barrier while the rest of his body seems limp. Colbert walks over to the barrier, and climbs on top. Some of the crowd seem to cheer while the others boo. He stands above Priest, and suddenly jumps down, using a knee drop to the back of Priest's head. Priest bounces off the barrier and falls to the floor, clasping his forehead, while Colbert picks himself up in the crowd. CL: Colbert's starting to get more violent every week...I love it... CM: See, I told you you'd start to like hi...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! CL: Almost forgot I had these button. CM: I'm going to figure out how you do that! Colbert sees a kid he's standing in front of in the front row is wearing an Xtreme Kitten mask. Colbert sees this, and suddenly rips it off the little boy’s face. CM: The Rejects have demasked Xtreme Kitten once more! JH: Pathetic…just pathetic… Colbert climbs over the barrier, and chucks the mask into the Jack-o-Lantern. CL: It’s going to be burnt as well Priest. CM: A message, a statement, a beautiful, beautiful sight. Colbert looks down at Priest and shakes his head. He looks over to the General, who for some reason has Colbert’s Flycore Championship in his hands. The General chucks it over, and Tottington catches it. He bends over Priest holding his title, and says something that cannot be heard about it. He then lays the title across the barrier, and lifts Priest to his feet once more. He then grabs his abdomen and lifts him in a bear hug type position. He looks to Oni, who nods, and then lifts Priest some more and suddenly flapjacks him backwards, face first onto the title on the barrier. Once again, Priest’s head bounces off, now bleeding profusely. Priest collapses very limply, now with the life gone from his eyes. Colbert gets his title, and holds it aloft in the air, covered in the blood of Priest. Colbert then suddenly gets a sick grin on his face, turning to Priest. He bends over and gets his two fingers of his right hand. He presses them onto the bleeding forehead of Priest, and then makes the cross onto his own head, as if Christening himself in Priest’s blood, leaving a bloody cross. This really does cause quite a few in the crowd to get angry. CL: Now that...is beautiful. JH: That is horrifying! CM: Aha! I've found it! I've pulled out your little electrode thing, now you can't eletricute me! CL: Really? CM: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! CL: Hehe... CM: I was still fucking holding it! Colbert says something to Onikage and the General, and then climbs on the apron. The two walk over to Priest and lift him up. They drag him over to the apron, and slide him into the ring. Colbert bends over on the apron, reaches into the ring and grabs Priest. He raises the Catholic Warrior to his feet, and then gets him in a headlock across the ropes. Colbert lifts Priest suddenly up, getting ready to hit his Brainbuster finisher. CM: CHANGE OF THE GUARD IS COMING! Colbert holds Priest up vertically, and then suddenly jumps backwards. He lets go, allowing Priest to fall headfirst into pumpkin. As Colbert falls to the floor, Onikage and the General flip the lid onto the pumpkin. Suddenly there’s a big burst of fire in the eyes and mouth of the Jack-o-Lantern. The bell rings, as the screams of Priest carry through the air of the arena. Some boo, while some children sit in shocked silence. [align=center]DING DING DING[/align] JH: Oh my god! They’re burning Priest alive! CL: YES! BURN BABY BURN! BURN THAT MOTHERFUCKER DOWN! Colbert gets back to his feet, as his title is handed to him by the General. He grins, and holds the Flycore Championship in the air as “Survivalism” plays once more. Onikage meanwhile is in the ring, getting the chest. He carries it out of the ring, using the steps. Colbert and the General walk over and reach into the chest and pull out masks. They put them on, revealing they’re Freddy Krueger masks. The two then take the chest off Onikage so that he may himself get his own Freddy mask out. JH: What’s with the masks now?! CM: Freddy…wait a minute…Freddy Krueger was a child rapist and murderer who was burnt alive….AND PRIEST THE PAEDO IS GETTING BURNT! CL: HAPPY FUCKING HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE! EMTs run out past the three Freddy’s carrying their chest, followed by a very worried looking Jay Bain. CM: As if burning alive wasn’t bad enough, Priest’s now going to have another part cut off! JH: IT WASN’T JAY! CL: Whatever. They’re going to have fun trying to remove Barbeque Priest from that thing. CM: We’ll be back from the break once they’ve scraped his ashes from the bottom of that pumpkin. Always wanted to say that… |
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JH: Talk about a frightening night we’ve had tonight! Truly the Halloween spirit is in this show! CL: Yuck, I still smell the charred flesh from the last match. CM: Smells kinda like jerky actually. JH: …Nice way to completely ignore my statement, guys. CL: What? If I disagreed I would’ve told you to shut the fuck up already. CM: Yeah, pretty much my thoughts too. JH: Any ways, we have one more championship on the line before we call it a ghastly night. CL: In a match from a promotion that my black heart fondly misses. CM: Yeah, you and the freak that ran it probably being the only two that do. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the scheduled main event for this very special edition of Hallowe’Volt! It has been granted a one hour time limit from Lazaro and is one fall to a finish, with your official for this bout being Logan Black And…it is for…the…Full Intensity Wrestling Undisputed International Championship! The PA system kicks into life as the opening chords of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones echoes across the arena. Rising to their feet, the fans turn their attention toward the stage as the house lights turn to a bright shade of red. After a few seconds, 'The KoopaManiac' Ash Koopa steps through the gateway onto the stage playing in tune with the music on his air guitar. Reaching the edge of the stage, Ash pauses for a second and looks around the arena, then quickly makes his way down the steps whilst pointing out at the fans. Singing along with the lyrics of his entrance theme, Ash strolls along the aisle and slaps hands with the fans on either side as he makes his way toward the ringside area. As he reaches the ring, Ash veers left and begins scanning the crowd, before removing his headband and placing it on the head of a child in the front row. Quickly bounding up the steps, Ash makes his way along the apron and ducks down to enter the ring between the top and middle ropes. Facing the main camera, Ash steps up to the ropes and begins posing for the fans, then fires off a thumbs up, before turning and stretching against the ropes as he waits for the match to begin. CL: To quote an angry lil’ troll…Some body’s gonna die! CM: Hopefully it’s Ash. JH: I just hope neither dies and we have a athletic contest where the rest of the Rejects mind their business. The first second of the song, all lights go out save a white flashing strobelight that comes on with each heavy bass beat. This happens for about ten seconds until the solo distorted guitar kicks in for the arrival of the monster that is Crackerjack. Right behind him is the familiar figure of face paint and a crimson trench coat, the advisor to the masked monster, Onikage. Jack's sheer size seems larger through semi darkness as his appearance even more frightening through the flashing strobelights. He stands there for a moment before moving down through calypso given steel drum beats. Crackerjack slowly makes his way down to the ring making sure each step counts while looking around through different sections of the crowd one booing fan at a time. The entire time the Messiah of the Mind whispers things to Crackerjack from behind him as he follows down to the ringside area. The white strobelights slowly becoming a mixture of navy blue and a normal blue. Soon, the monster is ready to enter the ring. Instead of actually going in though, Crackerjack stands there and overlooks the ring from between the top and middle rope. In a quick instant, Crackerjack seizes the top rope and uses it to keep balance as he pulls his entire form up in one step to the apron. Still outside the ring, Crackerjack walks along the apron for a few steps before turning around and entering the ring over the top rope where the purple light that overshadows the ring awaits him. Now inside, the huge monstrosity of evil takes his time walking around the ring in a slow, yet methodical circle. Onikage circles the ringside area the entire time, eyeing FIW staff and fans with those soulless white eyes and a smile on his painted features. Crackerjack continues to walk around as the normal houselights slowly overtake the purple cover. CM: Then again, nothing wrong with some freaks getting assaulted… JH: As much as I would enjoy it, Ash has a tall order in front of him and Onikage isn’t a contracted wrestler any more. CL: Maybe I’ll do a run in and shove the bastard into him so Ash can say it was self defense. Michael Anderson takes center stage once more and raises the micro phone to his mouth while Ash & Crackerjack look over the transformation of the ringside area. Logan Black patting both down as they look over the pumpkin patch they seem to be surrounded by and Onikage is walking through. MA: Introducing first the challenger, he hails from Reading, England and weighed in this morning at two hundred and sixty three pounds, and stands at six feet and five inches…HE! IS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH KOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPAAAAAAAAA~!!! Seems by his reception there is quite a few Koopamaniacs in attendance tonight, and the unusually serious Koopa returns their cheers and applause by simply waving. The challenger’s stony gaze never for a second leaving the hulking frame of the champion that is opposite to him in the ring. MA: And introducing the champion, he hails from the alleys of New York City, and weighed in this morning at three hundred and nineteen pounds and stands at six feet and eight inches…He is your reigning FIW Undisputed International Champion…HE! IS! CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACKERRRRRRRRJAAAAAAAAAAACK~!!! Complete opposite reaction from the fans for the champ, even throwing trash at his head when he lifts the belt up with one hand over his head. The masked face stares straight towards Ash, rolling his shoulders to stretch them out as the Savior of Sorrow applauds him at ringside. Black explains the rules to both men from the center of the ring and gets both to acknowledge they understand them as Anderson exits the ring between the ropes. FIW’s official takes the championship from it’s holder, letting Ash see it and touch it before holding it up for all to see and eventually handing it over to MA. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] At the sound of the bell Koopa surprisingly doesn’t try to be patient or go at his opponent at all, he heads in that general direction but goes for the ropes! Quickly Onikage back tracks from his position at ringside and Jack stops his challenger from getting any further by a hand around the throat. Ash tries to throw the hand off dismissively which only serves to enrage the masked monster and result in him throwing Ash back first into his corner! Without hesitation the UIC starts driving his ample knee into the midsection of his foe, knocking all the wind out of him repeatedly to jeers from the crowd and polite applause from Onikage. JH: We have action right out of the gate! CL: Can’t blame Ash, if I was that goofy ass Brit I’d probably do the same aside from the getting choke thrown into the corner and getting knees put to me. CM: …So not what he did at al- Oh no… Onikage: What were you saying Chip? CL: Fuck it, I’m going to go have a smoke. CM: …Erm…I’ll light that smoke for you! Once the initial shock wears out, the Koopamaniac starts firing back with forearm shots to the masked skull of his fairly larger opponent. They manage to definitely sting the bigger man though he keeps up his pace, flinging his knee into Ash’s stomach again and again, and again. Growing visibly a little frustrated, the challenger does the unthinkable and snatches two handfuls of the champion’s mask and starts pulling and pushing on it to mess with it! Immediately Jack stops what he is doing to try and stop it from popping off, managing to yank Koopa’s fingers off of it and roughly tosses him through the ropes and into the pumpkin patch! Onikage: Looks like it is just you and me again, Hitchen. JH: Yes, you seem to be very good at chasing off my co-workers. Onikage: Ah well, no sense dwelling on their insecurities. JH: That’s a good point, especially now that Ash and Crackerjack are in the pumpkin patch! Tumbling to the ground in a face plant the challenger manages to catch himself partially on a pumpkin, letting him get back up to his feet quicker than expected. A fact that ends up with the champion getting a massive pumpkin driven over his masked head by the Koopamaniac with all of his energy! Seeds and orange gloop cover the upper half of the masked monster and seem to only infuriate him further, responding with a throat thrust that makes Koopa nearly eat his adam’s apple! Staggering backwards and trying to side step any pumpkins in the make shift garden that are in his way, Ash finds another pumpkin that he cracks over the head of the UIC! JH: Oh! That one was certainly not a ordinary pumpkin! Onikage: What a ridiculous match to place Jack in. JH: Why? Scared he might lose that championship? Onikage: Of course not, merely stating the silliness of a match that involves…a pumpkin patch. Hitchen’s comment is right on the money, for the pumpkin cracks open to have tiny shaving razors plummet from it and slice up the champion’s neck, shoulders and arms! Taking the chance while he can, Ash charges forward and hooks a hold of the UIC and tackling him straight into the apron spine first with a nasty thud! Jack rears back his head and he roars violently, his hand reaching down and snatching a hold of one of the smaller pumpkins and cracking it over Koopa’s back! The Koopamaniac reenacts the roar when the pumpkin fails to crack open and turns out to be in reality a small metal ball painted like a pumpkin! Onikage: See? Nothing to worry about. JH: My word! Who came up with all these pumpkins?! Onikage: I believe that would be FIW management. JH: Oh…right… With the Koopamaniac taking a few steps back and clutching at his back, the masked monster swings the small metal pumpkin upwards and clips his foe in the lip! Blood spurts upward into the air from the lip when Ash’s head flings backwards and he nearly falls over in the patch! The UIC’s not done there as he barrels forward crouching and then launches his body upwards spinning, nailing a elbow strike right on the jaw line of the challenger! Koopa soars through the air with the grace of a eagle, landing a few feet away in the pumpkin patch and landing on a pumpkin that causes a explosion right under him! JH: Hurricane Elbow! And, it sent Ash right into…into…into… Onikage: A pumpkin that seems to have been filled with C-4 explosives. JH: Lord! Ash landed onto that with his BARE back! Onikage: Where’s the rage, Hitchen, hmm? Where’s the man that said he wanted to bash my skull in with a ring bell? All I see is a man that is way too deep over his head and should’ve stuck to trying to defeat a man from Japan and his associates. A few gasps ring out through the front rows that see Koopa rolling off of the smashed pumpkin, his back looking hideous and bleeding now along with his lip. Frantically he tries to catch his breath and luckily for him Jack seems a bit preoccupied at this moment and time, picking at the razors in his flesh. There are a few faint grunts from the champion while he tears out the steel from his shoulders and arms, giving way to hundreds of trickling of blood. Steadily yet slowly the masked monster works his way through the pumpkin patch and moves towards his prey still trying to gather it’s wits on the floor. Onikage: It would appear it is now just a matter of how quickly or how slowly my brother wishes to end the misery of this cartoon character. JH: Goodness…Ash’s back… Onikage: That’s what happens to some one when they mess with the Rejects, Kitten knows, Daniel knows, Prime and Miss Sommers know. Let’s see if Ashley will get the picture the second time around. JH: Your entire lot are nothing but monsters, I hope you know that, down right monsters! There is a small pocket of fans that cringe and plead for him not to do it; even Crackerjack is shocked when Koopa wills his body back up to a vertical base. Still, the Koopamaniac looks half dead with his appearance and his arms and head hanging limply on his body. Nearly every one in attendance can hear Ash’s heart pounding to try and keep him going, and all of them but Ash seems to see the masked monster rearing back his arm. The UIC snarls and balls his hand into a fist tightly, and with all of his power in one of his gigantic arms he sends it hurtling towards the challenger to blow his head off…the punch is caught. JH: Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Onikage: Well that’s unexpected. JH: Ash Koopa just caught the fist of Crackerjack! Onikage: Calm down Hitchen, no need to get people’s hopes up. Even with his face covered by the mask it is clear by the masked monster’s body language that he is in even more shock as he stares at his caught fist. Ash gradually raises his head, blood still dripping off of his lip and down to the floor as he glares at the champion in front of him. Abruptly this tension filled moment ends by the challenger lunging his skull forward and forehead meeting masked forehead in an echoing noise that hushes the crowd! Not letting him stumble back, the Koopamaniac uses the fist to pull the UIC forward and sends him nearly flipping through the air before crashing down with a axe bomber! Onikage: Surely this is some kind of prank on Jack’s part. JH: Ash Bomber! Ash Koopa just cleaned his clock! Onikage: You forget so soon that the fool is running on adrenaline, unless he ends it soon he will be in deeper trouble than he was to begin with. JH: Oh please do be quiet will you! We might be seeing a new champion crowned! The entire arena explodes in cheers for the signature maneuver and Ash pumps his fist, feeding off of their energy and the adrenaline he is channeling. Picking up another pumpkin, the Koopamaniac slams it over the skull of the masked monster to find it’s another normal pumpkin! Not wasting time being disappointed, Koopa picks up another and slams this one over Jack’s head too to find it is another every day ordinary pumpkin too! Growing fed up with this; the challenger finds the biggest one he can near by and struggles to even lift it up with both arms before smacking the champion over the head with it! JH: That one is certainly not a normal pumpkin! Onikage: Thank you for stating the obvious, Hitchen. Any other keen observations you’d like to make like where we are, what day it is, that November is next month, hmm? JH: Boy, you seem a little heated now… Onikage: Nonsense, merely growing bored with your ever so predictable callings. That third pumpkin of the set in question that Ash Koopa violently drove over the head and neck region of Crackerjack only moments ago held…barbed wired! FIW’s Masked Monster yells and roars in agony, the plentiful barbed wire tangling and clinging to his flesh and his attempts to free his body cutting it! Getting up onto the apron, the Koopamaniac calls for the fans support by clapping over his head and the fans copy by clapping altogether. Once they are all doing it, the challenger races across the stretch of apron and leaps off with his legs extended out in front of him and driving them across the barbed wire covered neck of Jack in a leg drop! Onikage: This isn’t some fairy tale like Ashley would like to believe, the fool is merely delaying what is going to happen in the end. JH: Whether you think that or not, I know one thing for sure….DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGERRRRRRRRROOOOOUUUUSSSSS~!!! Ultimate Leg Drop of Doom off of the apron! Onikage: How in the world do the other two put up with your out bursts? Your little scream nearly destroyed my ear drum just now. JH: Forget you! Come on Ash, don’t let up now! Both men are crying out now, with the barbed wire driven deeper into the champion’s flesh and now some of it clinging to the mostly bare knees and thighs of the challenger. Desperately Koopa pulls the barbed wire out of his body, letting out a few more yelps from doing so and discarding them the best he can away from his self. Scrambling up to his feet with help from the apron, the bloody lip and back Ash calls for the end of it all to cheers from the fans. Dramatically his index finger points towards the UIC and the crowd shouts “YOU” while the Koopamaniac experiences a bit of trouble trying to get the larger man up. JH: This may very well be it, folks! Onikage: What is the purpose of that pose exactly? Is it supposed to strike fear into the heart of evil doers to have some man who is better suited for a children’s show than wrestling pointing at them? JH: Ash Koopa may be far from as violent or as sick as your lot and some one people of all ages can like, but it doesn’t mean he belongs on a kids’ show. Onikage: Let’s be honest Hitchen, Ash is a muppet in tights. Many of the fans at the arena applaud Ash’s efforts when he gets Jack back up to his feet, and then several of them let out a flabbergasted gasp for what they are seeing. Summoning all of his remaining strength in his body, the Koopamaniac is trying to lift and scoop up the taller and much heavier man that is in his arms right now! Cameras are going off and people are screaming in joy as Koopa does the impossible, lifting the champion up into the air for the Koop De Grace! Planting FIW’s Masked Monster firmly on his shoulder though the weight makes him momentarily lose his balance, and sends the two stumbling a bit. Onikage: What are those peons getting so worked up abo- JH: Amazing! Ash Koopa may not be a small man but he is lifting over three hundred pounds and holding it! Onikage: True, however he looks like he is about to fall over any second now. JH: Here it comes! Except that the fanfare soon turns to shouts of horror and jeers when the UIC slips off of the Koopamaniac’s shoulder and right behind him, landing onto his feet! FIW’s Masked Monster wraps his gigantic hands around Ash’s throat when he turns around in confusion and with ease lifts the smaller man into the air! Instantly the champion drives Koopa back first down into the pile of crushed pumpkin and barbed wire with a seated double arm choke slam with as much force as he can muster! Logan dives out of the ring and drops down when the behemoth rolls on top of the challenger’s writhing body and hooks both legs! JH: … Onikage: Oh? Do you want me to call it? [align=center]1![/align] JH: … Onikage: Guess so, Visions of Nell into the barbed wire! [align=center]2![/align] JH: He…but…so…close… Onikage: You should learn not to doubt my word, Hitchen. [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: I can’t believe it… Onikage: I’d love to stay and chat but I have some thing to take care of, ta. MA: Your winner by pin fall and STILL FIW Undisputed International Champion…CRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKERRRRRRRRRJAAAAAAAAAACK~!!! ”The Greater Good” reprises over the sound system to jeers while Anderson hurries over to them and hands the referee the title belt to present. Before he can though FIW’s Morning Star snatches up the championship, and he looks down at the fallen Koopamaniac with a mild look of disinterest. Shrugging it off, the co-leader of the Rejects presents his charge with the championship that the monster holds up over his head to jeers. Jeers that soon turn to cheers when a figure emerges on the entrance stage, FIW’s Career Killer and the one of the contenders for the UIC, Elrick! As Crackerjack and Elrick share a glare, a second figure walks out onto the stage and bumps shoulders with Elrick, Liam Mortall pointing down to Crackerjack the UIC! JH: Crackerjack may have survived this battle with Ash Koopa but it looks like the war for him as a champion is far from over! That’s it for us tonight though ladies and gentlemen, for Chip and Constance, I’m Jonathon Hitchen. ReVolt Against the Champions Three is next week…you wouldn’t DARE miss it!
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