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| Kryten Shards | Nov 10 2007, 04:26 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 | Nov 10 2007, 04:39 AM Post #2 |
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MA: “This opening bout is a singles contest and is scheduled for one fall!” As the single guitar of "Streetfight"'s intro rings through the arena, the lights dim. After the drumroll, and as the band kick in as a whole, a pyro either side of the entrance goes off, signalling Nick Allen's arrival. Allen stands for a moment, surveying the crowd. Then, to a pop from the crowd, he cracks open a beer, messily emptying it into his mouth, before crushing it in his hand, then charging to the ring. Once ringside he slides under the bottom rope, and takes a second to pose for the crowd, before carefully removing his shirt, folding it, and placing it carefully in his corner. MA: “Currently in the ring and hailing from Millwall, England. He weighs in at 280 pounds…..NICK..THE FIRM…AAALLLLLLEEEEENNNNN!” CM: “Either you want a swig off this before this disaster unfolds?” Chip holds up a small silver flask to his announcer counterparts and smiles. CL: “Sure wh….” Hitchen’s face grows in surprise and disgust. JH: “Are you kidding me? You could lose your job!” CM: “If having a little drink was wrong then you’d have been fired a while ago, Hitchen. After all you always have your lips pressed to your moms teet. Live a little!” Chip quickly takes a swig from the flask and then tucks it into his inside pocket on his blazer as Jay Bain’s music hits the arena. [align=center]As the music starts White flashing lights pan from left to right alternatively to the Riff. “I’m not asking for much” appears on the Screens, Fans become more vocal and a “Bain” chant can be heard. “I’m not asking for anything” scrolls across the screen the Music gets loader and just as the Song Kicks in 100% Jay Bain walks into sight through the curtains.[/align] MA: “His opponent weighed in at 232 pounds and is from Hull, England……ONE HUNDRED PERCENT….JAAAAYYYY BAAAAAINNNNNNN!!!” [align=center] Hundreds of White lasers spiral down on Jay Bain and then randomly scan across the fans. Bain psyched up waves his hands up and down beckoning the crowd to be loud and stand up as in to share this moment, he then paces to the ring with his head down displaying an excited look upon his face and slapping extended hands from the crowd, on approaching the ring he begins to take his Grey T-shirt off saying "If I don't kick out on 2...Check for a pulse", a few women cheer and even a few men, then he graps in his right hand, turns to his right and throws it into the crowd were a few hands fight for the Shirt, Bain lets out a huge sigh, takes in the sights,as he calms himself he is reminded how lucky he is to have this chance by the fans now being more supportive as they know who Jay is abit more before leaping right foot first onto the apron followed by the left, as soon as both feet are there he turns 180 degrees in a fluid motion and places the left foot threw the ropes to the mat, bends over and follows with the right. White lights pulse on and off another collection of lasers flicker onto Bain as he Stretches his arms while leaping up and down while turning around in a circle moving to the centre of the ring while looking at the fans, Awaiting the match he then leans against the ropes waiting for the bell. Bain Notices a few Bain crowd signs with His name on and the Bain Chant begins to fade down[/align] CM: “I should just finish this thing off!” Again Chip has the flask in his hand and Hitchen isn’t about to have a drunk co-worker. He snatches it out of Martin’s hand and hurls it for a nearby garbage. JH: “NO!” CL: *laughs* “Listen to your mother, Chip.” CM: “You know what? FUCK BOTH OF YOU! I’m going on strike, just like the television and film writers.” Chip sits back in his chair and kicks his feet up on the announce table. He then places his hands behind his head and refuses to work. JH: “Probably for the better. We need to get on with the action.” Back in the ring Richard Kelly checks both men for foreign objects and explains the rules of the match before calling for the opening bell. [align=center]DING DING[/align] JH: “And the opening bout is underway!” CL: “Bain and Allen meet in the center of the ring with a lock up.” JH: “Bain slips free and behind Nick Allen.” Just as the announcers describe, Nick Allen and Jay Bain move into a lock up in the center of the ring as the opening bell rings. It is Jay who slips free and moves behind Nick and quickly wraps his arms around the waist of his opponent. Nick reaches down to his waist and begins to pry the fingers of Bain apart with all his strength. As he pulls his arms out Nick rotates his body so that he is facing Jay while still holding onto his hands and has him bent over backwards. He then quickly release one hand and spins through dropping an elbow over Jay’s chest that drives him to the mat quickly. Allen then rolls onto his opponent straddling his mid section and pounds down with a hard right hand. This is all the abuse Jay is looking to take as he quickly rolls his opponent over so that he is on the mat and lunges forward with a head butt that would knock anyone loopy for the moment. Jay then moves back to his feet pulling Nick up with him and quickly sends him off with an Irish whip to the corner. Jay follows after and connects with a charging European uppercut that rocks Nick really good and sends him staggering out of the corner. Jay then charges the staggering Nick Allen and catches him with a snap neck breaker that lays him out on the canvas. JH: “Jay Bain going for the early pin.” CL: “Richard Kelly in position.” Official, Richard Kelly drops down for the count as Jay scrambles to cover Nick. Bain hooks the far leg and leans his weight on Allen’s shoulders hoping for a quick victory. As the pin fall is being counted we notice the appearance of Colbert Tottington who is lingering about ring side watching the match intently. [align=center]…1 …KICK OUT![/align] CL: “You still on strike over there?” Chip continues to zone out and does not say a word in protest of his job. JH: “Forget him! What I want to know is why Colbert is down here.” CL: “Looks to me as though he’s scouting his competition.” JH: “He’s part of the Rejects. I’m sure there is more to it than that!” Jay picks Nick back to his feet after an unsuccessful pin attempt. He then whips him again this time to the ropes. However before he is able to get him off to the ropes, Nick is able to reverse the whip and pulls Jay straight into him where he connects with a hard right hand. Jay responds with a hard right of his own and the two men begin to duke it out in the center of the ring. The closed fists fly for several moments. That is until Nick blocks one punch of Jay’s and then boots him to the stomach. He quickly cinches in and hoists his opponent into the air and holds him vertically for what seems like an eternity to Bain. JH: “He calls this the Allenplex.” CL: “All the blood is rushing to Jay’s head. He’s nearly had him up in that suplex for a minute and is only holding him up with one arm.” Just close to if not exactly at the sixty second mark, Nick drops backward taking his opponent to the mat as Colbert mockingly applauds him for his show of strength. Nick then quickly goes for a pin fall attempt of his own as Richard Kelly slides into place for the count. [align=center]…1 …1.5 …SHOULDER UP![/align] JH: “Not quite what Nick Allen was looking for.” Nick pulls Jay up to his feet by and arm and then yanks him inward where he hooks his around back and quickly flips him off his feet and over his head with a belly to belly suplex. What Nick does not count on is for Jay to land on his feet after the throw. After Bain has a moment to compose himself he turns back to Nick and spins him around as he taunts a bit to the crowd. A quick boot to the gut. He then hooks in around the head of his opponent and lifts him up slightly before dropping him down to the mat with a stalling DDT. Bain quickly leaps back to his feet with a nip up and beckons for Allen to get back to his feet screaming at him all the while. The fans are on their feet for the comeback from Bain and screaming wildly for him as he gets even more pumped up. Nick Allen staggers back to his feet as Jay moves in on him not giving him a chance to fully recover and goes for the…. JH: “ALLLL OR NNOOOOTHINNNNGGG!!!” Colbert is seen again at ringside applauding this time the efforts of Jay Bain and then waives off the effort as to say it’s nothing. CL: “We could see a finish here!” But that is not what we see. Instead we see Nick Allen shifting his weight and dropping down to his feet. This is where Jay spins around in shock to see where he went wrong and Nick charges forward whipping Jay into the air and moving quickly for the corner where he places him on top and climbs up to the second rope. Jay blasts his opponent with a forearm and then repeats this again but holds him so that he stays on the ropes. Jay then moves to his feet on the top rope and then wraps his legs around his opponent’s neck and dives for the floor with a hurricanrana. CL: “THAT WAS FUCKING SICK!” JH: “Jay hit his head on the way down and both men are hurt. Richard Kelly is counting them out.” In the ring Richard Kelly begins the count out but his slowed down as he has to direct Colbert away from the two men as he moves over applauding them yet again in a mocking fashion. Colbert shows he wants no part of the match and backs away as the official gets his count underway. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4…[/align] JH: “We have not seen much movement from either competitor thus far. Will they be able to continue this match?” [align=center]5… 6… 7… 8…[/align] Both men begin to stir as the count winds down and Jay has himself pulled up on the ring apron and Nick is staggering to his feet by the guard rail. [align=center].9…[/align] Just as the count out is about to take effect Jay pushes off the floor and into the ring and Nick makes for the ring where he slides in. Both men now breaking the count climb into the ring and move to their feet as the crowd get behind them. Jay moves in for Nick grabbing him by the arm but within a blink of an eye Nick drives forward picking Jay up off his feet and charges across the ring with a running spine buster that drives his victim into the mat and lying motionless. JH: “MILLWALL STAMPEDE!!” CL: “That came out of nowhere!” Nick covers quickly for the pin hooking up both legs and Richard Kelly dives to the mat slapping his hand against the canvas. [align=center]…1 …2 …3[/align] CL: “That is it. That is all she wrote!” JH: “Nick Allen picks up the victory here!” Nick staggers up to his feet and Richard Kelly stands up brushing himself off before raising Allen’s hand in victory. MA: “Here is your winner…….NICK…THE FIRM….AAALLLLEENNNNNN!!!” From behind the victorious competitor and out of nowhere just like the finish of the match, Flycore champion, Shaun Wilson slides into the ring with the belt in his hands and bashes Jay Bain in the head as he attempts to recover himself. This takes Jay back to the mat and Shaun jumps on top of him and repeatedly punches him in the head. He then picks him up to his feet and sets him up for the Lone Star Effect and nails it. JH: “What the heck!? Somebody stop this.” CM: “No this is the good part. Let him continue!” CL: “I take it your off strike now?” CM: “Now that there is some excitement!” Nick Allen sees the attack from over his shoulder and moves into action to assist the injured, Jay Bain. He grabs Shaun Wilson and spins him around and swings a hard right into his face and a swift kick to the kidney area which causes Wilson to stagger backwards. Allen then charges forward with a clothesline that sends the Flycore champion over the top rope and to the floor below. The Zaibatsu member topples to the floor below and then scrambles to pick himself up as Nick moves to Jay and helps him back to his feet. Jay holds his head in pain and he and Nick give each other a nod out of respect and then shake hands. JH: “CLASS ACT!” Hitchen applauds the two with the crowd as Chip groans in displeasure. The scene opens up to Roxie Galanoochie. Nothing fancy, not even a FIW logo flag resides behind her. Roxie stands in front of a blank wall with a microphone in her hand. "Hello all, this is Roxie Galanoochie with a last minute message to one Adam Wilson in regards to his war of the sexes. I'm not here in any flash or flare, just me with my message straight from the heart. I know these past few weeks I've been acting a little peculiar, but that's because I've been going over so many things in my mind. Who I am, what I'm doing, where I'm going, questions like those. Currently, I haven't found the final answer to these questions but I found one that I can only assume while temporary, is good enough. I'm here to stop this war of the sexes in the way that The Hype has it planned out. Earlier this week I said that I wouldn't be the first casualty in this war and I aim to make that true. If I lose tonight it will only strengthen his conviction that women and wrestling don't mix. If I lose tonight, even the world might feel that. In the past few weeks we've seen women decimated by men in the ring I know, but I feel it's high time we women fight back with everything we have. Our heart, our spirit, our strength, everything needs to be put in every match and situation. e need to prove to men like Adam that women do belong in the world of wrestling. Not just for dramatic effect, but as a constant source of inspiration to the next generation of women who wish to step out of the man made boundaries and conquer over their fears." Slowly, Roxie's eyes begin to water up as that same passion from earlier in the week returns full circle. This passion is very evident in her tone of voice as she continues on. "If guys like Adam have their way and we women are forced out of wrestling, then think about what would be next. Pretty soon, every man out there will be wondering just why they have to work alongside a female. And so, even outnumbered, we have to prove to those around us that we are strong. Not only as a group but individually. So what if we cause a dramatic effect in this world? How is it our fault? Is it Kennedy's fault she has Prime and Hutch fighting for her hand? Is it Jaime's fault she had Extreme Ninja and Drake fighting for hers? No, it's not even the fault of the four named men. It's just something that's both unexplainable and explainable. Like a feeling you know is there, in your heart, yet you don't know where it'll lead you. So Adam, I know you probably won't turn your attention away from your goal after tonight, but perhaps after our match I'll have you seeing things more differently. Because I intend on fighting you with everything I have. Win or lose, I will give you something to think about." |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 10 2007, 04:46 AM Post #3 |
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JH: Coming up next, we have a scramble rules 6-man tag team match between the FIW Tag Team Champions Tanaka Zaibatsu – Daisuke Tanaka, Mr. Blond and Shaun Wilson – and their opponents, Hardcore Sex and Rejects member Colbert Tottington. Keep in mind, according to the scramble rules, when a wrestler leaves the ring either by choice or by being forced out, one of his partners can come in as a replacement without being physically tagged… Chip, what the bloody hell are you doing? CL: Is that a glossy picture of Jamie Lee? What are those hard chunks on it? CM: My… dried tears. JH: Tears? CM: Do you know what it’s like, Hitchen, to have your heart belong to someone who does not return your passion? Have you any inkling of the pain one feels when their yearning, their burning desire is unrequited… CL: Bullshit. You sick pervert… You’ve been pounding your tiny meat all over that risqué thing… CM: HEY! There’s no need to get all… potty mouth! JH: Please get that image away from the announce table, Chip. And out of my mind. 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] JH: Hardcore Sex has been going through a rough patch recently, losing a number one contender’s match last week to The Rejects in a tag team gauntlet. Tonight they can find some form of redemption as they face the champions in trios action. CM: Yeah, but unfortunately their third man is one of those Rejects. I don’t think the crybaby and the homo can get along with Colbert to score a victory. CL: Colbert will probably be the strongest part of this team. Someone needs to tell these overly dramatic queens that there’s no crying in pro-wrestling. 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. [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: Making his way to the ring, 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. JH: Colbert’s pretending to be an English gentleman is starting to wear a little thin. One can only wonder when he’s going to drop the act and return to what everyone knows him to be. CL: I’m not sure I know what you mean, Hitchen, but if you would give guys like Colbert a chance, they wouldn’t have to band together and force you to appreciate what they do for the fans night after night. Considering your in-ring experience is pretty much nil, you should consider shutting the fuck up and just watching some real talent in action. CM: Yeah! Colbert is a frightfully jolly piece of royalty in the FIW! Who can hope to beat this strapping young chap when he jiggles in the proper series of moves? CL: Honestly, Chip, where do you pick that stuff up? JH: It’s weird, isn’t it? CL: It’s like he channels dead crazy people! CM: …Do you think it’s a cry for help? [align=center]La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right! La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right! The lights dim throughout the arena as Kanye repeats the lines accapella. He receives a mixed reaction throughout the arena as Shaun's music blasts. Shaun slowly steps out the curtains and stops right above the stairs. I Had A Dream I Can Buy My Way To Heaven, When I Woke I Spent That On A Necklace. I Told God I'll Be Back In A Second, Man It's So Hard Not To Act Reckless![/align] MA: Their opponents… from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds… he is a member of the Tanaka Zaibatsu… SHAAAAAAAAUN WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSON!!! [align=center]Shaun stares cockily at the crowd into the arena. He crosses both of his arms as white pyro rains down from the Revoltrons behind him. Once the pyro stops raining Shaun slowly takes off his hood and smirks as he jogs down the stairs. He nods his head to the song as he walks slowly down the aisleway. Clips of Shaun in action plays on the ReVoltrons. I Feel The Pressure, Under More Scrutiny And What I Do? Act More Stupidly! Shaun nears the ring and takes off his hoodie and slings it into the nearby audience. Shaun continues to lip synch the words as he takes a couple of steps and hops up on the ring apron. Shaun turns and raises both arms in the air leaning on the top ropes. After taunting the crowd more he walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. So If The Devil Wear Prada, Adam & Eve Wears Nada I'm In Between, But Way More Fresher. With Way Less Effort, Cuz When You Try Hard.......That's When You Die Hard! Your Homies Looking Like Why God, When They Reminisce Over You My God! The beat breaks down as the woman continues her chant as Shaun is perched above the top rope. He taps his chest and raises his arms still talking trash to him. Shaun finally climbs down and adjusts his wrestling gear. Excuse Iz You Saying Something? Un Uh You Can't Tell Me Nothing! (Ha Ha) You Can't Tell Me Nothing! La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right! La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right! Shaun bounces around the ring and gets ready for his opponents. [/align] CM: YEAH BABY! It’s my dog, Shaun Wilson! He’s dropping it like it’s hot in the club and shaking it like it’s a Polaroid picture! Bling bling! Get at me, dog! Smell me? CL: Do you have any idea what you’re saying? CM: No… but I spit hot fire. CL: No, you don’t. CM: Well, I’m black. JH: You’re very much white, Chip, you poor delusional nutter. CM: Well, I sound black! Black Feather Orchestra’s “X” erupts over the sound system. Half the audience stares confused at the entrance, waiting for someone to appear. The other half are familiar enough with the Zaibatsu to know what’s going to happen. Sure enough, the lights throughout the arena go out for about half a minute. When they return, the music has stopped and Daisuke Tanaka and Mr. Blond are standing in the middle of the ring. Steve Patterson, Felix Arroyo and Colbert Tottington quickly exit to the outside, Hardcore Sex and The Reject members exchanging cautious glances as they return to the apron. JH: I have to say… I don’t envy J.J., who has to act as referee and try and keep these teams to behave themselves… when all of them are known to bend the rules, shall we say, rather liberally! CM: This should prove more intense than a triple threat match between Lizzie Borden, Joan of Arc and Anne Frank! CL: That actually sounds like something I’d like to see. JH: Anne Frank, Chip? CM: One hell of a survivor, Hitchen! She took on the Nazis one-on-one and came out on top! JH: Um, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Chip… CL: Don’t bother, Hitchen. Best to let sleeping dogs… you know. It’s Felix and Shaun Wilson starting things off as J.J. finishes searching for weapons (a pointless endeavor, since we all know Daisuke and Mr. Blond have dirty aces up their sleeves – or in their boots). He waves for the bell and we get this one under way. [align=center]DING-DING-DING![/align] Shaun starts things off with a toe kick to Felix’s chest, but The Fierce One responds with a backhand chop that resonates off the arena walls. Falling backwards, Felix bounces off the ropes and Shaun does the same. Shaun leaps into the air, leapfrogging over a charging Felix. As Felix flies over in a leaping somersault, Shaun bends backwards Matrix-style and for a moment, the audience buzzes with the agility they are witnessing. Felix slingshots off the ropes once more, rolling over Shaun’s back and into the ropes again, but this time he’s stopped cold in the ring by a jumping dropkick. JH: Applause from the FIW fans, letting these wrestlers know they enjoy their athleticism. CL: A bunch of silly acrobatic nonsense. If I wanted to see people prancing around like kids on too much caffeine, I would have handed out energy drinks at the Special Olympics. Steve comes in to aid his partner and Hardcore Sex soon has Shaun in a double rear grapple position. They whip the African-American Whoop Ass Machine into the ropes, but Shaun does a cartwheel, his back hitting the ropes, sending him back in the direction of Steve and Felix. He hands with his arms around their necks, flips behind them and lands on his feet, but not for long – kicking both men in the spine with another jumping dropkick. JH: Incredible speed and nimbleness by Shaun Wilson, who is showing why he is such an explosive young talent, although I think his ego is a little too big for his own good! CM: Oh, don’t be jealous just because Shaun is out there in his crib making it rain and pouring champagne on bitches. Get money, Hitchen, or die tryin’! CL: Do you enjoy talking out your ass? CM: Hey, I saw it on MTV, so it must be hip! Steve and Felix both roll out of the ring, meaning Colbert Tottington is tagged in. The bronze-skinned Reject rushes toward Shaun, who is still on the ground, but gets slammed in the chest with the soles of Shaun’s boots. Colbert goes over the ropes, but hangs on to the top rope and lands on the apron. He doesn’t remain there for long, however, as Mr. Blond runs in and clocks Colbert to the floor with a stiff punch to the jaw. JH: Shaun Wilson getting a little help from his friends! Looks like Hardcore Sex are back in the ring, but not in a position they’d like… Indeed. In one corner, Shaun has Steve in his grasp while Mr. Blond has his hands on Felix in the opposite corner. Each man whips his victim toward each other, but both members of Hardcore Sex reverse the throw and Shaun and Mr. Blond collide in the center. As they go from chest-to-chest to back-to-back, the Zaibatsu members are hit with stereo dropkicks. They roll out of the ring, leaving Daisuke Tanaka free to step in. CM: You have to admire Daisuke and the never-say-die scrappiness he carries into every match. I’m not sure who is more of a refined role model for the children: him or Sir Colbert! JH: How about neither? Neither of them are what I would call upstanding humanitarians, Chip, and they seem to take more pleasure in breaking the rules than following them! CM: Thy wicked tongue! I wonder if they would take me under their wings and teach me to be like them… CL: I’m pretty sure they would. CM: Really?! CL: No. Daisuke will, however, try to take out Hardcore Sex with outstretched arms in a clothesline for each, but Steve and Felix duck the lariats. Meanwhile, Colbert is back on the apron and jumps to the top rope, springboarding into a flying cross body that nails Daisuke across the chest. Colbert stays where he is, on top off his opponent, as J.J. falls down to count. [align=center]1! KICK-OUT![/align] Colbert gets thrown off with ease before J.J.’s hand raises off the ground. Daisuke escapes the ring to clear his head, leaving all three members of the Zaibatsu on different sides of the ring. Hardcore Sex and Colbert are left between the ropes, but soon take off, performing suicide dives simultaneously, flying through the ropes and hitting a respective opponent – Felix on Shaun, Steve on Mr. Blond and Colbert on Daisuke. JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! Three men hitting the outside at the same time, taking out the entire Zaibatsu! You have to wonder, though, if that took out as much from Hardcore Sex and Tottington as it did from their opponents! It takes a few minutes for each man to shake off the cobwebs and get to their feet. Eventually, though, Felix and Colbert manage to get to where they should be. Daisuke and Mr. Blond quickly get back together, the quaffed one looking out for his employer. Steve, however, rapidly goes after Shaun Wilson, sliding him into the ring so he is face up, his head hanging out the ring, his chest even with the ropes. Steve rears back and lands a thunderous open-hand chop on Shaun’s upper half. Shaun flails like a salmon swimming upstream as Steve enters the ring and drags Shaun by his feet into his team’s corner. He motions for Felix to watch Daisuke and Mr. Blond as he jams his boot into Shaun’s neck. J.J. comes over and tries to break it up, but Steve keeps it on as long as he can. Colbert comes up alongside and adds his own boot to the mix, but Steve seems to take exception to this and pushes him away. Steve’s attention seems to be taken up totally now by a shouting match between him and Colbert, General Mortimer and Onikage. While Steve yells his emotional head off, Shaun crawls up behind and slips his right arm between Steve’s legs. He pulls Steve over his body so he falls on his back, his shoulders pinned against the mat. CL: School boy roll-up by Wilson! Steve may have let himself get distracted again, and it may ended up costing him a match once more! [align=center]1! 2! KICK-OUT![/align] JH: NO! It was by a razor’s edge, but Steve managed to break the pinning predicament! Irritated, Steve gets to his feet and unloads a series of forearms to the side of Shaun’s head. Running off the ropes, he jumps onto Shaun’s shoulders, performs a backflip and uses the momentum to throw Shaun over and onto his back. Without wasting time, Steve mounts the nearest turnbuckle, jumps off one rope to another, splits his legs and nails a moonsault across Shaun. CL: SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS~~! Two slingshot moves into a split-legged moonsault! JH: Impressive! Patterson stays on for the pin… [align=center]1! 2! FOOT ON THE ROPES![/align] Shaun breaks the pin and, fortunately for him, Steve’s signature maneuver has taken enough out of him to leave him unable to follow through. Making it to his corner, Shaun tags in Daisuke, who straight away takes the fight to Steve. The two begin exchanging various strikes and kicks, each attempting to get the upper hand – which Daisuke does, hunching Steve over with a stiff knee to the gut followed by an axe kick across the back of Steve’s neck. As Steve looks like he wants the license plate of the semi truck that just ran him over, Daisuke rolls him over on to his belly. Daisuke sits on his back at a ninety degree angle, putting all of his weight down on Steve. He hooks Steve’s left arm and pulls back on it. JH: Daisuke has Patterson locked in the famous Fujiwara armbar. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a real move from judo and the pain The Emo Kid is feeling is very, very real. CM: It was invented by Emperor Fujiwara of the Ding Dong Dynasty in the 14th century. He used it to save Beijing from an army of invading vampires from Transylvania who coveted China’s tea. CL: I know I’ll regret asking… But why do blood-sucking Draculas crave tea? CM: To fuel their Transylvanian time machines! How else would vampires from the 16th century get to the 14th century? Jesus, Conse, you’re dense. CL: Yeah. I’m the one who looks stupid on national television. Steve looks like the one about to tap out on national television. Daisuke is really cranking on the hold now and after awhile, Felix decides to run in. He slaps Daisuke across the face, but The Crow refuses to budge. Huffing and puffing, Daisuke seems to be getting ready to spit his trademark black mist… but before he can, Felix grabs him and slaps on a deep, passionate kiss! CM: OUCH! CL: Daisuke looked like he was going to spray Arroyo down with that weird mist gland of his, but Felix is… I don’t know… preferring to swallow instead of spit? Felix seems to be slurping on something as the fans start up a chant. [align=center]PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE![/align] Eventually Felix breaks the…. Uh… hold and backs away. Daisuke is absolutely disgusted as Felix inhales, leans over and spits a puff of bright pink smoke into Daisuke’s face. The Crow jumps off Steve and sprints to his corner, where Mr. Blond and Shaun comfort their leader, toweling the pink residue off and splashing his face with bottled water. Felix walks around the ring, working the crowd. JH: Daisuke manages to escape a fate worse than death… CL: That’s kind of a stupid phrase, because once you’re dead, that’s it. If you were, I don’t know, tortured and sodomized for years and years in a dark, damp place but kept alive, I don’t know if I wouldn’t prefer a bullet to the brain instead. JH: Thanks for that… clarification, Conse. Mr. Blond, not to stand idly by while his boss is embarrassed, lunges at Felix, coming up on his side. Mr. Blond straddles Felix’s right leg, reaches over Felix’s right arm and locks it. Twisting to the side, he flexes Felix’s back and pulls on his abdomen. JH: Cobra Twist, better known to the wrestling world as the abdominal stretch… A classic but effective move that will mess up your middle parts. Mr. Blond adjusts the hold, moving behind Felix and hooking a leg over Felix’s opposite leg. Mr. Blond forces him to one side, trapping one of Felix’s arms with his own arm and draping his free leg over Felix’s neck. All of his weight is crashing down on Felix, who is shaking his head at an inquiring J.J. CL: BLONDIEGATAME! CM: Uh-oh… Quite right, as Colbert springboards off the ropes and hits a missile dropkick on Blond, knocking him off Felix, who promptly rolls out of the ring. Colbert lets off a series of stomps on Blond and seems ready to hit a running elbow drop when Mr. Blond strikes a low blow. J.J., preoccupied with Daisuke and Shaun, fails to see it, but does spy the tag between Mr. Blond and Shaun Wilson. Wilson and Colbert soon meet up in the ring, trading blows. Meanwhile, a figure runs down the entrance and rushes to ringside… JH: Is that who I think it is…? CL: It’s 100% Jay Bain! CM: Are you 100% sure? CL: That I will smack the cheap cologne off your face? YES. Colbert raises Shaun up as if going for a pumphandle slam, but falls into a sitting position, dropping Wilson between his legs. He then goes up top, showing to the fans he’s going for the Chocks Away – the 630 senton splash. But before he gets a chance to do a flip or a somersault, Jay Bain hops onto the apron and takes out Colbert’s legs, sending him to the mat. Hardcore Sex, seeing the interference, give chase after Jay Bain, but Tanaka Zaibatsu stay on the task at hand. Wilson lifts Colbert into an electric chair position and then nails a cravate iconoclasm. He stays on it for the pin. [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] [align=center]DING-DING-DING![/align] J.J. raises the hand of Shaun right off, but Jay Bain – having eluded Hardcore Sex – slides into the ring and goes right after Wilson. He scoops Wilson up and hits a combination Olympic slam and Death Valley Driver – the All or Nothing. Fresh off his finisher, Jay Bain is so caught up in the moment he fails to spot Steve and Felix grabbing him and lifting him with a double vertical suplex. They drop to the ground, driving Bain’s head into the mat. JH: It looks like Hardcore Sex are none too happy to have another one of their matches interfered with! And they’re letting Jay Bain know it! CL: Still, you have to respect Bain for getting the jump on the two men he’ll be facing at Violence Fetish for the Flycore Championship! He’s sent a message loud and clear as to what his intentions are! Jay Bain makes like a tree and branches out of the arena, his work done. 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| Kryten Shards | Nov 10 2007, 04:53 AM Post #4 |
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Sexy guitars blast attitudinal rock with bassy power while the entire arena is lit up by a rage of multi-colored strobe lights. CM: Time for a battle of the sexes! JH: I’m sure that’s what this man here is considering this intergender contest. The Great White Hype bursts through the chain-link gate and throws his hands high above his head much to the displeasure of everyone in attendance, minus maybe a few true backyard marks. While still on stage, Adam starts to jam along with his theme music on his air-guitar, complete with pelvic thrusts and a power stance. Adam then stage dives over the steps and lands in the aisle in another power stance. The Hype rocks out mad air-chords, passing the head of his air-guitar over the crowd as though it were the barrel of a machine gun while rapid-fire pyros spark in the background ala Batista. MA: Making his way to the ring, standing five-foot-ten and weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds... hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada... he is the self-proclaimed Vanilla Thrilla... the Man who Can... and a Hardcore Legend in the Making... ADAM THE GREEEEAT WHIIIITE HYYYYYYYYYYPE WIIIIIIILSOOOOOON! CM: Wow! What an intro! JH: This man isn’t even bordering on arrogance. He’s well into it. CL: Michael Anderson’s the one who made the fanfare about him. Think maybe he’s the masculine type Adam wants to see more of in wrestling? JH: I sincerely doubt it. With the smoke settling, The Hype starts to strut down the aisle, blowing off jeering fans left and right. A quick dash and he slides into the ring and, as soon as he's to his feet, immediately throws his hands up victoriously again while parading himself about. Adam then climbs a turnbuckle so that he may stand atop it and bask further in his "adoration". Satisfied, The Hype bounds backward into the ring and makes his way slowly to his respective corner. CL: Well Hitchen, when are you going to start blabbing about intergender matches? When Roxie comes out? JH: I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. CM: Everyone knows you’re the most sexist piece of crap on the roster, Hitchen. You try to act like you’re not but you’re always the first one to complain when the girls are getting beat up. JH: It’s hard to watch to a man hit a woman, I’m not afraid to admit that. CL: But you love watching them hit guys. Are you sure you aren’t a woman? [align=center]It's coming up It's coming up It's coming up It's coming up It's DARE It's DARE[/align] This quick introduction can only mean one things as Roxie Galanoochie takes to the stage. Forgoing the pleasantries of a dance, Roxie walks down the stairs and starts off towards the ring. Blue and white strobes enshrine her as she ignores all calls from the fans whether they be the verbal cat call or the extended hand for a hand slap. Such an unpleasant actions seems funny to her as she smiles. [align=center] that's what you do it baby Hold it down there Jump with them all and move it Jump back and forth It feels like you were there yourself work it out [/align] MA: From New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty three pounds… ROXIEEEEEEEEEE… GAAAAAALAAAANOOOOCHIEEEEEEEEEEeee!!!!!!!!!!!! JH: Roxie’s new attitude is certainly… erm, new? CM: Almost spraying your brains over a confessional will change anybody. JH: I was referring to her rival lust with Jaime Lee. CM: She still wants to a nail Jaime?! Awesome! CL: *sigh* At least one of us knew what you were saying. Roxie reaches up grabbing hold of the middle rope and places her left knee up on the apron before pushing up on the right foot to get the other knee up there as well. Up on the apron, Roxie releases the middle rope and slides her head under it as her right knee joins in as well. Roxie remains straddling the bottom rope to take the moment to laugh out at the fans wanting to see her fall once again. Roxie lifts in her left leg and crawls around for a few seconds along the ropes before using the corner turnbuckle to pull herself up first to her knees. Roxie takes another moment to look through the crowd a smile etched on her face until she suddenly spins around, kicks out her legs, and takes a seated position in the corner. [align=center] It's coming up It's coming up It's DARE Never did no harm Never did no harm[/align] Roxie remains seated for a moment bobbing her head along with the beat until finally pulling herself up to her feet using the top rope. It’s a slow movement that gives a mighty fine arch in her favour. So mighty in fact that when she releases the rope and rears forward the momentum buildup is enough to get in a decent cartwheel that Roxie ends by shooting both arms in the air, fists clenched, letting out a refreshing smile of self approving accomplishment. It’s then that the music fades out and lights resume to normal velocity. CM: Look at that! That’s talent, Hitchen. JH: It’s certainly acrobatic. I don’t know how far it’s going to take her against Adam Wilson here tonight. He looks far from impressed. CL: There you go again. Immediately putting Roxie at a disadvantage. You know, Hitchen, some of the most successful women in the world have competed right in front of your face. When are you going to start realizing that women aren’t damsels in distress anymore? JH: Since when did you become a women’s rights activist? DING-DING Michaela calls for the bell, but Adam Wilson’s attention isn’t on the match. It’s on the women who called for the bell. When Michaela realizes the nasty look Adam is shooting her way, she throws her arms up questioningly. Adam’s scowl moves from the female referee to his female opponent. Roxie is eager to get this thing started, hopping back and forth in place, flashing a grin to the crowd at the bouncing it causes. Adam bounds out of his corner, startling Roxie from her dancing tease. They both collide in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up… that ends when Adam throws Roxie backwards to the canvas! CM: OUCH! JH: Adam isn’t shy in showing his power advantage over Roxie here tonight. CL: Because he’s a man, right? He’s got the advantage, huh? JH: In the strength category, yes. Roxie rolls out of the way but Adam isn’t making an advances towards her. He stands in the center of the ring, glaring at what he sees as a cancer on the business. Roxie pulls herself up with the help of the ropes and immediately dashes towards Adam! The Great White Hype throws a massive clothesline that is sure to take her head off… if she hadn’t somersaulted underneath. Roxie pops up behind Adam and kicks him in the ass! CM: HA! That’s embarrassing. JH: Not a very technical move and certainly not a wise one. CL: Am I the only one distracted by someone moving around in the rafters? JH: WHAT?! Where? Not wise for the fact that Adam is already in a bad mood and that kick does his mood no favors. He stumbles forward, growling under his breath in frustration before turning towards Roxie. The blonde motions for Adam to bring it on… so he does. With two big steps he closes the distance between them and snatches Roxie’s head up in a side headlock. That obviously wasn’t what Roxie was expecting as she now finds herself trapped. She struggles against the hold, causing Adam to jerk back and forth to prevent her from getting any solid base for a fight. The Hype ends it by giving her a good old fashion noogie! He then grabs a handful of that blonde hair and THROWS HER ONTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD! CL: Speaking of not very technical. JH: Nice side headlock but I agree, that hair pull was far from a technical masterpiece. CM: Who is that in the rafters? They're scaring me. Michaela issues Hype a warning about the hair pulling but is it any surprise he completely ignores it? In fact, he goes on step further to grab a handful of Roxie's blonde hair and pull her up to a sitting position. He makes a show to Michaela about using the hair before throwing the back of her head into the canvas to a chorus of boos from the live crowd. From there, Adam measures up Roxie and drops an elbow across her ample chest! He leaps back up to his feet and repeats the process a second time... to cheers? Adam may be arrogant but even he knows that doesn't makes sense. His head whips around at the crowd, wondering what the heck they're cheering for. JH: Who is that? CL: Certainly not the rafter dweller because they're still up there. CM: It's Jaime! Indeed, Jaime Lee is making her way down the aisle way with a more than interested look on her face. Adam Wilson finally notices her and without realizing it, finds himself in a staredown with the women his life does not revolve around. He shakes out the surprise factor of seeing Jaime at ringside and shows off with a third measured elbow drop to Roxie. Jaime remains stood right outside the ring at the end of the aisle way, hands on her hips as she simply watches the contest unfold in the ring. CM: You know, I may love seeing the eye candy out here but I don't think Jaime should be out here after last week. JH: I completely agree. She wasn't cleared to wrestle this week and I don't trust Adam Wilson one bit. CL: Let me guess, Hitch. You don't think Jaime can handle herself against the Great White Hype? JH: Not when she isn't medically cleared to wrestle, no! Adam seems to get a renewed fire from Jaime Lee's arrival (as if he needed it) and yanks Roxie up off the canvas! Using her arm he drags her into a vicious short-arm clothesline that nearly decapitates her! Refusing to let go of her arm, Adam drags her back up and nails a second short arm clothesline! With his eyes darting out towards Jaime and doing their best to act as if she isn't there, Adam yanks Roxie back up and drags her by the arm into a front facelock that sees Roxie hoisted up vertically in the air. The crowd watches in awe as Adam effortlessly holds Roxie up in a stalling suplex that sees her CRASH down into the canvas once the Great White Hype is good and ready for it. CL: There's that strength advantage because he's a man, right Hitchen? JH: Actually, yes. Have you got a problem with that Miss Loire? CL: Oh, so witty. Adam floats over, covering Roxie with a very lax cover while staring straight at Jaime on the outside. [align=center]ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT![/align] Adam glares down at Roxie's resilience and pulls her back up to her feet. He goes for another short arm clothesline but Roxie ducks it at the last possible second! Roxie kicks the back of Adam's knee and quickly locks him into a dragon sleeper! Now it's Roxie's turn to notice Jaime on the outside. Gritting her teeth, she wrenches the hold in tighter and yells out to Jaime that she's doing what the champ can't. Much like with Adam, Jaime continues to simply watch the encounter. Guess she isn't rooting for anyone in particular to win. Then why is she out here? JH: Adam might've won this match but that relaxed cover seems to be his undoing. CL: And now Roxie's got him locked up in that dragon sleeper. CM: Good name for it. Since it's putting me to sleep. Not for long because Adam uses that strength advantage that he apparently has (due to being a man) and actually lifts Roxie up off the canvas in the dragon sleeper position! Roxie kicks her feet frantically as Adam holds her up over his shoulder. He points out to Jaime and then... doesn't get much further as Roxie swings her legs around, landing in front of Adam. There she kicks him in the stomach, leaps up and swings around DRILLING HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH A JUMP SWINGING DDT! JH: Roxie just took the Hype down! CL: What? You mean to tell me a WOMAN took down a MAN? NO! JH: Oh shut it! Roxie gets back to her feet, stumbling a couple steps while clearing her head out. She notices Adam laid out flat on his back and her eyes shoot towards Jaime. The Hellcat Champion's rival gets an idea in her head that brings a twisted grin to her lips. She points out to Jaime, yelling for her to watch what's next. Roxie takes two big steps across the ring and then LEAPS INTO THE AIR WITH A STANDING STAR PRESS.... THAT LANDS HER RIGHT ON HER HEAD! JH: JESUS! CM: Holy shit! Roxie just landed right on her head! CL: Looked like she was attempting Jaime's finisher the Stardust and failed. CM: Failed is kind of a broad term. She might've just broken her neck! The crowd is on their feet, everyone worried as Michaela quickly checks on Roxie who's staring up at the lights with a far away look in her eyes. Jaime looks more than interested now, moving towards the apron and ready to climb in the ring when Adam shoves Michaela away from Roxie. He quickly leaps onto his opponent, hooking the leg and yelling for Michaela to make the count. Michaela stares at him completely caught off guard but eventually moves into the count. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!! NOOOOO! ROXIE KICKS OUT![/align] The crowd can‘t believe it. Adam can‘t believe it. Michaela can‘t believe it. Jaime can‘t believe it... hell no one can believe it! But Roxie's arm shoots off the canvas at the last possible millisecond! JH: How the hell did Roxie kick out of that?! CL: Just another instance that should show you why this battle of the sexes isn't such a bad idea. Roxie's proving she deserves to be in that ring just as much as any man right now. JH: I'd have to agree. Adam growls in frustration, floating over into a mounted position and then drilling Roxie with a flurry of punches. The hellcat covers up as best she can but Adam doesn't even seem to be trying to hit anywhere in particular, just getting his aggression out. He hops off Roxie and then finishes up by stomping mercilessly down onto the hurt hellcat. Michaela forces herself in between them, shoving Adam backwards. She yells at him to stay back and resumes checking on Roxie to make sure she's able to continue this match. JH: Adam Wilson has lost his mind, folks! Is he this desperate to beat a woman that he'd make her fight with a broken neck! CM: We don't know if her neck is broken or not. JH: Not unless he let's Michaela check! Adam paces back and forth in the ring, balling his hands into tight fists while waiting for Michaela to give him the okay. Eventually he gives up and drops to the canvas, rolling out of the ring. He snatches up a steel chair at ringside and heads back towards the ring. Inside, Michaela helps Roxie to a sitting position, asking her questions that she should know the answers to. Roxie doesn't get to answer many before Michaela is yanked backwards to the canvas and Adam SWINGS THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO ROXIE'S FACE! DING-DING-DING-DING! The bell sounds at Michaela's orders and Adam shoots around to glare at Michaela. The referee gets in his face, pulling the chair away and yelling at him for bringing the illegal weapon into the ring. Adam yells back something but apparently Michaela's decision is final. MA: Ladies and gentleman, your winner by disqualification... ROXIE GAAAALLLLLLAAAANNNNOOOOOCCCCHHHIIIIIEEEEE!! Adam yells out in frustration upon hearing that the hellcat is the victor of their encounter. Michaela pushes past him to go check on Roxie yet again but Adam grabs the chair as she goes by. Michaela spins around RIGHT INTO A CHAIR SHOT TO THE FACE! JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! He just laid out Michaela with that steel chair! CM: His war on the hellcats apparently isn't restricted just to our wrestling ladies. JH: That is just low! Adam Wilson is scum, ladies and gentleman. That's all he is! With the crowd voicing their disapproval of Adam's actions on their beloved hellcats, the Great White Hype just grabs Michaela by her ponytail and drags her back up to her knees. Before any damage can be done, however, a dinosaur of a woman slides into the ring from the crowd. Yes, the same dinosaur of a woman from last week. She stares right at the Great White Hype, a dangerously psychotic look in her eyes. Adam finds himself considering how far to take this war on women before he tosses Michaela to the beast and slides from the ring. JH: What a coward! WHAT! A COWARD! CM: I call it smart, personally. This... I still don't believe it's a woman, but she scares me in my sleep. The massive woman eyes Michaela at her feet and then simply steps over the referee, making her way towards the stripper. She scoops Roxie's limp body up and locks her up in a bearhug before effortlessly THROWING HER OVER WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Roxie flies through the air like a rag doll and smashes into the canvas like a crash dummy. With the crowd booing the entire time, the mystery hellcat slowly walks over to Roxie, dragging her into the corner. The hellcat then climbs up to the second rope, staring out amongst all the rabid fans yelling at her AND DROPS HER ENTIRE WEIGHT ONTO ROXIE!! JH: NO! Dammit! A banzai drop right on Roxie's chest! She could have a broken neck for crying out loud! CL: A belly to belly suplex and a banzai drop! Couple that with the way she woman handled the champion last week... I think the hellcat division has more to worry about than Adam Wilson's crusade against them. JH: I've noticed, though, that she always attacks AFTER matches. Is this who was hiding in the rafters throughout the match? Waiting and picking her spot? The beast of a hellcat roars out her dominance as she steps around the ring. She receives the same reaction, if not more intense from the jam-packed arena. They're not the only ones who have seen enough though. Despite being rivals, Jaime Lee ducks into the ring and checks on Roxie in the corner, only to get a cough of blood from the blonde stripper. Jaime helps turn Roxie on her side to prevent the woman from choking on her own blood and yells out for some help. JH: Oh my God! Roxie is coughing up her own blood thanks to that banzai drop! CL: Whether her neck is broken or not, there's certainly damage done now. CM: If I was Jaime, I'd worry less about my rival's condition and more about being in the ring alone with that freak! Good advice from Chip. Jaime's calls for help only serve to bring the mystery hellcat's attention on her. The woman stares across the ring at the woman she nearly slaughtered last week, a sick grin spreading across her face. Adam Wilson stands in the aisle way, watching this all unfold with a conflicting look on his face. Jaime doesn't realize what's happening until a large shadow is cast over her. She glances up over her shoulder and nearly falls over in surprise. She crawls backwards on her rear, trying to create some distance between her and the towering hellcat above her. JH: No! Come on! Haven't you done enough damage? CL: Looks like she wants to finish what she started last week. Jaime manages to get to her feet but it doesn't do her much good as the monstrous hellcat doesn't back down any. She backs Jaime into the ropes and roars out a warning before... Jaime drops to the canvas? That's right. As the beast makes her move, Jaime's feet are pulled out from under her and she finds herself pulled from the ring by Adam Wilson! The leader of the battle of the sexes grabs a hold of the woman who his life does not revolve around and all by drags her up the aisle and into the backstage area... far away from the danger in the ring. JH: What the... CM: Did I just see what I thought I saw? CL: Looks to me like the "cowardly scum" just saved Jaime Lee from getting slaughtered. Anything to say about that, Hitchen? JH: I... I... I'm honestly speechless. What the hell is going on around here, dammit?! EMTs rush to the ring, right behind the security that creates a barricade between Roxie and the woman responsible for her condition. The hellcat roars out her dominance and under her own accord, exits the ring as Roxie is tended to by the EMTs. She backs up the aisle, grinning at the destruction she caused to Roxie. JH: Roxie is seriously hurt here, folks. Coughing up her own blood, possible broken neck. All because of this… woman! CM: Let’s not rule out the fact that she could very well be a man, alright? JH: Who the hell is she? Dammit! During the Break… We’ve back live with those words written across the bottom left-hand corner of the screen. The rest of the screen is filled with the image of Adam Wilson holding Jaime Lee’s wrist in one hand, his other playing part in a one-armed waistlock as he continues to usher Jaime away from the ring. Jaime: LET GO! Jaime pulls herself free from Adam’s grasp after plenty of screaming, kicking and arm swinging that leaves him no choice but to release her for his own safety. Hype: Calm down! Adam yells out to Jaime, causing the hellcat to spin around with a glare in her eyes. She pushes out heated breath after heated breath through her clenched teeth before hauling off and SMACKING him across the face! As Adam sells the bitch slap, Jaime takes the opportunity to storm off from the scene. Apparently that’s all she has to say to the Vanilla Thrilla? Hype: You’re welcome! Adam shouts after her, rubbing his cheek with a grimace on his face and probably remembering why he started this crusade in the first place. |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 10 2007, 04:56 AM Post #5 |
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JH: We’ve had quite the night already, and this next match should prove to be just as entertaining! Ethan Adams fought the current Fighting Spirit Champion Extreme Ninja #2 fought to a draw over the belt, showing they could go toe-to-toe without backing down from one another! These heated rivals will be clashing tonight once more, but in tag team action… and their opponents aren’t quite allies! The Mile High Madman Drake Love will be teaming with Ninja, and you have to believe that these men are more adversaries than friends! Adams’ partner is the Koopamaniac himself, Ash Koopa! CM: His parents had nine months and the best they could come up with was “Ash”? Why not a more manly name, like Jack or Gary or… Chip? JH: Koopa is an FSC contender himself, so it should be telling how he interacts with three other men who are all gunning for that title! CL: Well, Drake has a title of his own… the Hellcat title, which he ran off with last week. JH: Yes, Drake has hit new lows stealing a belt that belongs to the women of FIW! Apparently he’s so hungry for gold he doesn’t care what it is or how he gets his hands on it… CM: What are you talking about, Hitchen?! Drake stole those belts to show how corrupt and sexist the Hellcat division is! Why should only chicks get to fight for that championship? What about all the equally talented, if not superior, male wrestlers out there who deserve a shot but aren’t getting it because they have wee-wees between their legs? CL: You’re certainly an authority on… “wee-wees”… aren’t you, Chip? JH: I think Drake Love is just talking out his arse with this “reformed America” nonsense! Whatever vision he has of family values and moral fiber, I’m sure it’s just as twisted as his brain is! Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a bango drums pound over the speakers. [align=center]The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The Evil Genius The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers The champ is here Kiss what ma niggas The champ is here[/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… hailing from Detroit, Michigan… the Fighting Spirit Champion… EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME NIN-JA! NUMBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH TWOOOOOOOO!!! ”The Champ is Here” starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “Got some bling baby!” Then proceeds to undo his robe to reveal the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship is resting around his waist. [align=center]Fuckin wit the champion You already know J-A-D-A Kiss the game goodbye You fuckin wit the champion You already know Niggas know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just wanna rock for a century And then chase the book wit the documentary If you cant do nothing other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, lets go Don't make me put your heart on your lap Fuck ridin’ a beat nigga, I parallel park on a track Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue And I don't know you But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason After I cash in there's really no justification Of how I'm gone change tha game So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame Mother fucka, aha The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here[/align] Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Ninja & Jaime? Match of the Year!” and “Once again the champ!”, and “Ninja <3s Jaime!” and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually pulls off his robe to get ready for the match ahead. Also managing to unhook the FSC from around his waist and holds it up briefly to a few more cheers before waiting for the referee to come take it. CM: Man, I wish I had what he had. JH: Well, get in line, Chip, there are a lot of people who wish they had the Fighting Spirit Championship. CM: The what? No, stupid, I’m talking about being able to take a nap on Jamie Lee’s fun-pillows. CL: Jealous much? CM: Don’t start that again. The Drake Love entrance video begins to roll on the Global-Tron as AFI's Prelude 12-21 begins to blare over the PA system. [align=center][dohtml]<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="444" height="350"></embed></object>[/dohtml][/align] [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promise to depart just promise one thing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. [/align] MA: His partner… weighing in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds… hailing from Denver, Colorado… DRAAAAAAAAAAAAKE! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!!!! Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage. [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promised you my heart just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead. [align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me. This is what I thought, so think me naive I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, ) Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] JH: Looks like Drake is still carrying around that Hellcat title! The man has no shame in what he did! CM: Nor should he! He deserves that title more than some women just because they have certain body parts! CL: Jealous much? CM: STOP THAT! The house lights dim and slowly a set of frosted glass doors are lowered over the wrestlers entrance as a tuxedo clad man makes his way onto the concrete stage with microphone in hand. Suddenly bright white lights kick up behind the doors only to reveal the man on the stage further. He pulls the microphone to his lips as Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva begins to play over the PA system. The man begins to speak over the opening lyrics of the song. Man: “Ladies and gentlemen please…Would you bring your attention to me?” As the crowd fixes their attention on the man a silhouette appears in the light and the man continues to speak over the lyrics of the song. Man: “For a feast for your eyes to see. An explosion of catastrophe.” At the base of the stairs leading to the isle to the ring, a massive white explosion bursts out startling the crowd. The man again continues to speak over the song as he moves in putting a hand on the door handle covering the entrance. Man: “Like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door. Your jaws will be on the floor. After this you’ll be begging for more.” The man then pulls both doors open and the lights behind the glass dim down as two large spot lights focus in on the entrance and he quickly exits the stage as Ethan Adams clad in his entrance robe is revealed. The superstar steps out onto the concrete stage holding his arms out to his side as the song kicks in. [align=center] Welcome to the show Please come inside Ladies and gentlemen[/align] Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring. [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it? Boom Let me hear it Ladies and gentlemen[/align] As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes. MA: Their opponents… From Beverly Hills, California and weighing in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!! [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it?[/align] Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting the match to begin. JH: You have to be impressed with this man right here, the former Fighting Spirit Champion, Ethan Adams! Not only has he been known to impress the fans with his amazing skills, he has notched up quite a few wins in his tenure at FIW! The PA system kicks into life as the opening chords of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones echoes across the arena. Rising to their feet, the fans turn their attention toward the stage as the house lights turn to a bright shade of red. After a few seconds, 'The KoopaManiac' Ash Koopa steps through the gateway onto the stage playing in tune with the music on his air guitar. Reaching the edge of the stage, Ash pauses for a second and looks around the arena, then quickly makes his way down the steps whilst pointing out at the fans. Singing along with the lyrics of his entrance theme, Ash strolls along the aisle and slaps hands with the fans on either side as he makes his way toward the ringside area. As he reaches the ring, Ash veers left and begins scanning the crowd, before removing his headband and placing it on the head of a child in the front row. MA: His partner…. Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds… from Reading, England… THE KOOOOOOOOOPAMAAAAAAAAAANIAAAAAAC…. ASH! KOOOOOOOOPAAAAAAAAA! 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. CM: Looks like grandpa escaped from the nursing home again. JH: Chip, how can you insult someone like Ash Koopa, who is a veteran and someone who deserves respect… not to mention a shot at the Fighting Spirit Championship? Whoever is holding the belt at that point had better be careful… because Ash Koopa is no push over! The Truth is inspecting the wrestlers for concealed weapons, working his gloved hands over the limbs of Ash Koopa and Ethan Adams. Finding nothing odd, he moves on to Extreme Ninja #2, searches him, and then goes to Drake Love, who holds on to the Hellcat belt very protectively. The Truth then puts his hands over Drake’s arms, legs, feet, hands, and over his face… and starts pulling multi-colored rags from Drake’s mouth! As The Truth motions to his trick, the audience lets out a smattering of applause. Drake looks both shocked and annoyed. JH: The Truth showing off his magical prowess before the match… Wait, what’s this? A lean individual with a fro-hawk and a sleeveless black t-shirt that reads “Got Hype?” jumps over the barrier, carrying something in his right hand. He comes up behind the Koopa and Adams team, sneaks up behind the Englishman and reveals his weapon – an ironing rod! He clips Ash Koopa’s knee, sending the Koopamaniac to the apron. The man continues to wail on Koopa’s head until he’s busted open, blood seeping out onto the floor! JH: MY GOD! THAT’S ADAM WILSON! What’s he doing here?! CM: Looks like he’s beating the spit out of Ash Koopa. You need to get your eyes checked, Hitchen. CL: Using an ironing rod is a bit silly, but the kid definitely gets an A for effort. JH: The Truth needs to pay attention and stop this! We can’t have a tag team match if one of the individuals is laid out, broken and bloody! Oh, but we will. The Truth, seeing neither Ash Koopa bleeding on the floor or Adam Wilson escaping to the backstage area, calls for the bell! Ethan Adams is a bit perturbed, just now noticing his partner’s condition, but things have happened so fast, he’s preoccupied with Extreme Ninja #2, who is in the ring with him! [align=center]DING!-DING!-DING![/align] Ethan and Ninja begin circling each other in the middle of the ring, hands raised, fast on their feet. Ninja moves in first, but Ethan is prepared, hitting an open hand to Ninja’s chin. He follows up with a toe kick to the chest and then a jumping dropkick that floors Ninja on his back. JH: His partner may have been savagely attacked, but Ethan Adams is showing no fear about taking this fight to Extreme Ninja! He’s going right after him! CL: Yeah, but being so brazen may be the sort of thing that comes back to bite him in the ass. Ethan picks Ninja up by the head and applies a back facelock. Ninja runs forward and shoves him off, sending Ethan against the ropes. On the rebound, Ethan knocks Ninja down again with a flying forearm smash. Ethan goes off the ropes again, but Ninja stays down, letting Ethan run over him. Ethan comes off the ropes once more and this time Ninja leapfrogs overhead. When Ethan runs toward him this time, Ninja slams a roundhouse kick right into his jaw! JH: That has to hurt! All that momentum sent into the base of Ninja’s foot! Ethan gets back to his feet, rubbing the point of contact with his hand. He and Ninja begin circling again, moving around and around the ring, ready to pounce. As Ninja passes by his corner, Drake Love reaches over the ropes and hits Ninja on either shoulder with his hands. Ninja spins around and he and Drake apparently exchange some heated words over the less-than-friendly tag. CM: Ouch! Drake reminding Ninja of the importance of quick tags! JH: There is no love lost between these two, but their dislike of one another may be the equalizer Ethan Adams needs to take them both on! Ethan seems to be thinking the same thing, and as Drake and Ninja argue, he slides up between them. Drake and Ninja stop mid-insult and stereo kick Ethan right in the gut. They whip Ethan into the ropes, but as he comes back, Ethan delivers a stiff kick to Ninja’s stomach and then Drake’s. As Ninja rolls out of the ring, Ethan picks Drake up, snapmares him into a sitting position and nails a resounding kick in between Drake’s shoulderblades. JH: Ethan Adams showing he can really hang with the big boys tonight! One has to wonder, though, how long he can keep this up against two accomplished FIW stars. CM: True enough, Hitchen, because we know that these matches – much like myself – can go all night long. Drake flaps around on the canvas in pain as Ethan gets him up and sends him into his team’s corner. Laying with his arms over the top ropes, Drake is helpless as Ethan gets a running start and drives an open palm into Drake’s face. Drake slumps forward and Ethan puts painful frosting on the agony cake as he stomps away at Drake’s bald head. As Drake clutches his face, Ethan goes up top, performing a perfectly executed backflip that has him crashing across Drake’s chest! He hooks the leg and The Truth counts! [align=center]1! 2! KICK-OUT![/align] JH: Nice try by Adams, but the flawless moonsault only gets him two! Lifting Drake up, Ethan puts his head under Drake’s left arm and grabs him in a belly-to-belly hold. Drake puts on the brakes and stops this Northern Lights suplex attempt, beating on Ethan’s back with his free hand! He then, with great effort, forces Ethan into the corner where Ninja is waiting. Oddly enough, though, Ninja sees this ahead of time, jumps off the apron and begins giving high-fives to the fans at ringside. Drake looks on, astonished, as Ethan gets his steam back and rushes Drake across the ring and into the hostile corner. CM: That jerk Ninja just left Drake high and dry! He got managed to get in a position to tag out and Ninja decided to feed his ego by hanging out with the fans! JH: I think Ninja was just giving Drake a taste of his own medicine. If Drake is going to take advantage of tagging as an excuse to hit Ninja, then Ninja just might not be there for that sort of thing. Ethan raises Drake up so he is sitting on the top turnbuckle. He jumps up to the middle rope, uses it for impetus to wrap his legs around Drake’s legs and then hits a backflip, dragging Drake into a somersault and onto his back. JH: Nicely done avalanche Frankensteiner on Love! Adams is really showing these guys what he’s made of tonight and that he deserves to be a contender for the FSC! Ninja, jokingly, starts to get a clap going to support his teammate. With Drake groggy on his feet, Ethan takes him to a corner on the opposite side of the ring, working over his chest with some backhand chops. He starts to whip Drake into the opposite turnbuckle, but Drake reverses it and Ethan collides with the pillar instead. Drake delivers a punch to Ethan’s face and then lifts a knee into his midsection. Knee hits stomach again, then again, then yet again… CM: Hey, Hitchen, what does crow taste like? ‘Cause you’re eating it now! JH: It’s taken him awhile, but it seems Drake is on the counteroffensive, hitting a series of slow knees to Adams in the corner! Ethan, hunched over, is finished with a forearm to the back of the head. As he sits dazedly against the post, Drake goes across the ring, seemingly looking for some sort of corner-to-corner move. Before he can get started, however, Ninja taps Drake on the shoulder, signaling a tag. Taking great offense, Drake begins barking in the face of Ninja as the masked marvel enters the ring. Ninja has his back toward the ring as Ethan stumbles to his feet, comes up behind and slips his arms around Ninja’s waist. Lifting the champion up, Adams falls backwards, keeping his legs in position as Ninja’s neck connects with the mat. Ethan holds the bridging position as The Truth counts. [align=center]1! 2! KICK-OUT![/align] CM: Ha! Another close call as Ethan Adams nearly picks up the pinfall! This kid is really putting on a flame farm tonight! CL: You mean a “barn burner”? CM: Yeah, whatever. I knew it involved livestock and fire. JH: Ethan does seem to be doing well tonight, but I can’t help but feel it has more to do with the tensions between Drake Love and Extreme Ninja than anything else. After having some words with The Truth, Ethan rolls Ninja so he is face-down. He grabs both of Ninja’s legs, and semi-sitting in a high-angle position, begins bending Ninja’s lower half toward the back of his torso. Ethan shouts for Ninja to give up as Ninja crawls for the ropes. JH: Elevated Boston crab! With Ninja in that spinal lock, Ethan is doing everything he can to stay in the driver’s seat! If he loses his focus for a moment, he could easily find himself hurting and without a partner to come to his aid! CL: Hey, he’s going to run out of gas sooner or later. Ethan is delusional if he thinks he can take on two wrestlers on his own in what has essentially become a handicap match. Ninja successfully reaches the ropes, breaking the hold. Holding on, he flips himself over and as Ethan approaches, Ninja sends several kicks Ethan’s way. Kipping up, Ninja strikes a stiff-looking kick to the side of Ethan’s head followed by a series of chops and kicks to Ethan’s chest. He tops it off with Ninja spinning, jumping into a horizontal position and connecting the back of his right heel with Ethan’s neck. As Ethan’s legs turn to jelly, Ninja grabs the back of his head, jumps into a sitting position and drives Ethan’s face into the mat between Ninja’s legs. JH: Sit-out facebuster by Ninja! Wait… What’s he doing now? Ninja is making a writing motion with his hands whilst looking at Drake. Drake, pleading ignorance, gives a confused look. Ninja this time points directly at his modified white board. Drake nods, retrieves it and throws it at Ninja – with a bit too much force, as it almost clocks Ninja in the head. Ninja just stares as Drake shrugs and looks innocent. The crowd begins to chant… [align=center]FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP![/align] No dice, though, as Ninja writes something on his board and then shows it to the crowd. “BUST A MOVE!” Ninja proceeds to breakdance, flopping around like a fish out of water and spinning like a top, gradually getting closer to Ethan. As he performs a standing backflip into a legdrop… Ethan moves out of the way, rolling out of danger at the last moment. CM: OUCH! Looks like the server is the one who got served tonight! CL: What? CM: You know… that movie… from a years ago… CL: Did it have wanton violence in it? CM: No, it was about inner city kids reaching for their dreams. CL: Sounds fruity. Ethan gets Ninja up, whips him off the ropes and, as Ninja comes back, hooks Ninja’s near arm with both hands and falls backwards, flipping Ninja overhead and onto his back. He lifts Ninja up after the Japanese armdrag, whips him again, but this time Ninja rolls into a somersault between Ethan’s legs. Ethan comes off the ropes now, gets picked up onto Ninja’s shoulders in a fireman’s carry position and is then driven into the mat on his back. The Samoan drop done, Ninja does another shooting star flip into the leg drop, this time landing it across Ethan’s neck. JH: They very same move Ethan managed to dodge earlier comes back to haunt him! Ninja is coming back in a big way! CL: Like I said, this non-stop action is taking a toll on Ethan Adams. He’s got guts, but that isn’t enough to stand up to the sum of Extreme Ninja and Drake Love. Speaking of Mr. Love, Ninja jumps toward his corner and makes a tag. Immediately Drake rushes in, nearly decapitating a staggering Ethan Adams with a powerful standing clothesline. After a stomp to the shoulders, Drake nails an elbow drop. Ethan fights back, getting to his knees and tackling Drake, but the larger man stays standing. He lays a number of elbows on Ethan’s spine before lifting him over one shoulder, across Drake’s back and with Ethan’s head under Drake’s left arm. With Ethan bent into a circle, Drake drops to a seated position, driving Ethan’s head into the mat. CL: DRAGON DRIVAH~~! JH: And that might be all she wrote, ladies and gentlemen! Drake Love is going for the pin! [align=center]1! 2! 2.99999999![/align] JH: JUST BARELY! Adams just manages to break free of the pin to get his shoulders up! And Drake looks like you could boil an egg on his face! Wait… What is Ash Koopa doing? Ash is standing on the apron now. His face is covered in blood, the wound from where he was opened up oozing the crimson fluid down his forehead and cheeks. Barely there, he is leaning over the ropes, stretching out an arm, calling for a tag. Ethan sees him, and moving across the mat, he comes close… but is caught by the ankle by Drake Love. JH: NO! Love has Adams by the foot! He has it in a key lock, bending that ankle until it snaps! Love has Ethan’s leg well above the ground, one hand on Ethan’s toes and the other wrapped around the ankle. He gets on both knees, trying to keep Ethan from slipping out of it. The Truth questions whether Ethan wants to stay in, but gets nothing but refusals to tap. In a burst of speed, Ethan breaks out of the hold and darts into his corner, slapping the hand of Ash Koopa! JH: Talk about a tag so hot you could cook your dinner on it! Ethan Adams gets a much-needed breather while Ash Koopa… Wait, what is Ash doing? Usually you’d expect the recipient of a hot tag to be a man on fire in the ring, kicking ass and taking names. But Ash appears to have just walked out of a meat grinder the way he’s practically falling over as he moves toward Drake Love. Originally nervous, Drake is now elated. He jumps up and, using his hands, holds them as if framing a picture. He runs a thumb across his throat, runs off the ropes… and gets tagged by Ninja. Drake is furious but Ninja ignores him. Instead, he hits a roundhouse kick on Ash, sending the Koopamaniac down and out. He covers and it’s academic from here. [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] [align=center]DING!-DING!-DING![/align] Ethan Adams is incredulous at what he just saw as The Truth takes Ninja and Drake Love by the wrists, raising their arms. The victors, however, seem less than pleased with each other. JH: It seemed like Drake Love was going to enjoy himself, tormenting the bloodied Ash Koopa, but Ninja did the humane thing and used a simple kick to finish this before it got hard to watch. CM: Looks like the action isn’t quite over… Look! Adam Wilson is back, running down from the entrance and sliding into the ring. He still has the ironing rod and goes right back to what he was doing before – knocking the snot out of Ash Koopa. The Truth tries to make him back off, but Wilson just waves his rod in the magician’s direction, forcing the referee to back off. Wilson continues, beating on Koopa until blood begins to pour out of his mouth. JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! Adam Wilson is wreaking havoc on the helpless body of Ash Koopa! If we don’t get some security, we’re going to need some paramedics! Not ones to be bystanders, Extreme Ninja #2 and Ethan Adams rush in. Wilson is about to cane Ninja in the head when Adams dropkicks him from behind, sending Wilson against the ropes. Ninja follows up with a dropkick of his own, this time sending Wilson up and over the ropes to the outside. Exchanging nods, Adams and Ninja get running starts and dive through the ropes at the same time, hitting double topé suicidas on Wilson’s prone body! JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST AGAIN! Suicide dives by the Fighting Spirit Champion and his main contender! They may be rivals, but at least they both know the difference between right and wrong! Adam Wilson is the first to get to his feet and quickly makes his escape. Ninja and Ethan give chase, headed to the backstage area. As a medical team comes out to tend to Ash Koopa, Drake Love quietly collects the Hellcat belt and exists amongst a chorus of boos. JH: What a night it has been! And we still have plenty more action coming up! Crackerjack walks the backstage area the UIC partially hidden from behind his leather jacket. Rounding a corner, he bumps into Toby who quickly falls backward from the impact. Looking up, he finds himself instantly fearing his recent movement to round a corner. Crackerjack reaches down and pulls Toby up to his feet and parts beyond. Bringing him to his face, Crackerjack seems to let out a low growl as Toby's eyes dart around looking for some kind of relief. This relief comes when the monster feels someone pulling at his arm trying to get him to turn around. Slowly, Crackerjack starts to turn to come nearly face to face with Elrick. Elrick: Did you leave me behind to go and pick on guys like Toby? Adding in a little push, Crackerjack releases Toby who quickly scampers away narrowly dodging Liam who stands there looking toward the two. Liam: Ahem. Both Elrick and Crackerjack turn toward Liam who takes a few steps forward closing the gap that separates them. Liam: Just in case you've forgotten I am the contender to that belt, and as soon as the time rolls around, be it during or after my trial series...I'll be there ready to take it from you. But of course, don't let that mess your head into thinking that I'm not into starting any quibbles. 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| Kryten Shards | Nov 10 2007, 09:14 AM Post #6 |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 10 2007, 09:17 AM Post #7 |
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CL: Ok, now you can whine, line or just shut up, no other outcome but Graver and Crackerjack blooding Elrick & Nightmare will suffice. JH: You realize… CM: He’s right, bloodied Elrick and Nightmare sounds great! CL: You ever agree with e again, I’ll stab you… with a lip stick, we clear? 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 MA: The following match is a six man falls count anywhere tag-team match! Making his way to the ring... from the alleyways of New York! Weighing in tonight at THREE hundred NINETEEN pounds... CCCCRRRRRRAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKERRJJJACCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!! 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. CL: Legend! JH: Bu… CL: Shut up! The beat of the drum counts off the flashes of light before they cut entirely. Trent Reznor's signature dready vocals chant over the airwaves as his Nine Inch Nails rock your face. [align=center] The guitars take it up to eleven as the stage lights strobe in hyperspeed as we now notice that a strong fog of mist has flooded the stage. Through that mist Graver strides, the barbed wire cinderblock with a belt looped through the top hole to give it some range in one hand. A second figure emerges from the mist behind the Minister of Awesomocity, the second figure's pure white eyes staring out at the fans. MA: Making his way to the ring... from Detroit, Michigan... he stands at five-feet, eleven inches and weighs in tonight at TWO hundred TWELVE pounds... GRRRRRAAYYYYYYYYVEEERRRRRRR!!! The Reject of Rejects thrusts one fist into the air and the lights rise from black to deep blue before he makes his way to the ring. His co-leader, Onikage, strolling shortly behind him at a casual pace and a smile on his face. He goes to shake hands with a fan, but instead flips them off, laughing as he totes his cinderblock toward the ring. Graver sets the block on the outside near his corner befoe grabbing the top rope and FLINGING himself one-handed over it uncerimoniously. Graver has dropped to his knees and been rocking out in time with his air guitar. While the Morning Star of FIW circles around the ringside area like a shark, carefully choosing where he'll watch this match from. The Reject of Rejects rises to his feet and flips off all the fans, hopping up onto the top rope to give them additional deuces as his music dies away. CL: Another legend! JH: Again bu… CM: Shhhhhh. The arena fills with darkness as “Meet Your Master” by NIN hits on the PA system. A series of lights along the walkway resembling candles illuminate before Gabriel walks through the curtain with Onikage, shrouded by his hooded robe and holding his hands up, palms together. He slowly strolls down the isle and stops right near the ring, the advisor of the Rejects shortly behind him. He stands for a second or two facing toward the crowd before making a cross motion with one hand. MA: Making his way to the ring... from Salem, New Jersey and weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds! GAAABBBRRRIIIEEEELLLLL!!!! He raises both arms up in the air and looks at toward the sky before turning back toward the ring and climbing in. He moves to the far right corner from where he stands and makes the cross motion again with one hand. Onikage circles around the ringside area, a pleasant smile on his painted features. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and removes the hooded robe and leans in the corner awaiting his opponent’s arrival. JH: Before you cut me off again, I was going to say… CM: You’d not be surprised if Elrick, Nightmare and Grant didn’t show up? Me either. CL: I wouldn’t blame the pussies. As the three men watch the entrance way, waiting the arrival of there three opponents nothing hits, no music, nothing it seems The Revolution indeed have lost there balls, but a slight cheer is heard as on the ramp comes Elrick, no music, just a barbwire 2x4 in hand, watching the three he slowly walks towards the ring, as the three grin, thinking they’ve got this in the bag, BUT NO! The fans cheer as from the crowd leap and slide in Grant and Nightmare, attacking Crackerjack and Gabriel as Elrick slide sin dropping the 2x4 and going into a punching spree on Graver, the bell sounds as the match has begun with HEAT! JH: Highly genius there by the three Revolution members. CM: Cowards, attacking from behind shows cowardice. CL: You attack from behind on Jonathon, he says it shows great passion, or you try. CM: Shut up! Logan Black seems so caught up in the action the tag rules go out of the window as it just turns into a tornado six man, with Crackerjack and Nightmare brawling to the outside, Grant and Gabriel throwing each other to the outside as Graver low blows Elrick, gaining his footing back in the advantage of the match as El drops to his knees in some pain. Graver then plants a knee right into Elrick’s cheek making him drop to the canvas as Grant sees Elrick, sliding in the ring and running to Graver who just turns, nailing a elbow to his gut, before kicking him in the chest, making Grant reel into the ropes, Graver then runs at him, before Grant lifts him up and over himself into Gabriel on the outside with a back body toss! CM: Flying Graver! CL: Cheating little bitches. JH: Turning into Chip huh? CL: Would like to have your balls slit off? As Grant takes a deep breather, he’s cut off by the entering of the ring of Crackerjack, who goes after Elrick, but Grant charges over turning and delivering a few sharp jabs to Crackerjack, he’s soon joined by Elrick who throws a few of his own, before both seem to get a lil tension going, seeing who can hit him harder, but as they do, they don’t see Gabriel entering the ring, grabbing Elrick by the hair and throwing him over the top rope, he then proceeds to kick and then Snap Grant into the canvas with a DDT! CM: DDT! CL: Marking over a DDT? No words can describe your idiocy. As he stands from the DDT, Nightmare enters the ring, chair in hand, but as he looks set to crack it over Gabriel’s skull, Crackerjack grabs it and throws it out the ring, before Nightmare Lariats him over the ropes, turning his attention back to Gabriel who runs to get a headlock locked on him by Nightmare who seems to want fan support, but all the fans do is jeer him, making him lose momentum seemingly as he keeps the headlock wrenched in. But not for long as Graver comes in, with a Singapore cane and CRACKS! It down on Nightmare’s back, making him keel over onto his knees before Graver runs to the ropes, comes back and delivers a hopeful; shining meat hook… CL: SHINING MEAT HO… JH: POWERBOMB YOU MEAN! CL: Lucky little fucker. Indeed Nightmare catches the leaping drunken warrior and PLANTS! Him into the canvas with a HUGE Powerbomb which only seems to make the fans boo more, chanting “Same old shit” towards him, but Nightmare seems to ignore it for now, turning his attention back to Gabriel, but unfortunately Gabriel has the chair that had been dropped and PLANTS! It onto Nightmare’s skull making him drop back as Gabriel reels a bit too, but as that all happens it seems a fight is happening as Elrick and Grant are double teaming Crackerjack, as he fights back, pushing them off as they all reel up the entrance way… CL: Crackerjack, don’t get your ass owned by a smelly lil tit and a druggie. JH: It seems it is so far. CM: Why are they moving closer to us? We aren’t anywhere near the ring?! They all continue battling upwards towards the commentary area, before Grant knees Crackerjack in the gut and looks towards a set up table with some electrical equipment on it, he then grabs Crackerjack in a suplex position… CL: He ain’t that strong! JH: No but THEY are. …Yes Elrick grabs Crackerjack as well in a suplex, both looking for a double suplex off the entrance way onto a table! But ‘Jack seems to get a sudden burst of energy, punching Elrick in the gut and booting him in the gut making him reel back as Grant gets a kidney shot and as he does Crackerjack places both hands around his neck! Turns! He then proceeds to lift and THROW! Grant off the entrance way straight through the table with a double choke bomb! CL: VVVIIISSSIIIOOONNNSSS OFFFF NNNIIIEEELLLLAAAAHHHHHH!!!! JH: OH MY GOD! CM: That’s too close to us, go back to the ring! Grant is indeed down and out as he lays in the rumble of what just happened to him, but as that is all and has happened inside the ring Gabriel is setting up some kind of sick contraption as he has two chairs and a piece of ply board wrapped in barbwire placed on them, he proceeds to seem to stalk the climbing to his feet Nightmare. But as ‘Mare turns he sees it coming, with a catch to the throat he signals for a chokeslam, getting a small pop but he has no time to deliver as Graver comes from behind booting him right in the balls as hard as he can, making Nightmare drop Gabriel who lands and rolls out of the way as Graver leaps and cross body’s Nightmare into the ply board snapping and getting Nightmare caught up in the board! JH: Oh come on now, that’s brutal! CM: No it’s mean, but awesome mean. CL: Look he’s bleeding two! Oh joy! As that ensues, Crackerjack has turned his attention to Elrick, battling back towards the ring, Elrick seems to get the advantage, smashing Crackerjack’s face into the ring apron before rumbling under the ring and pulling out a trash can, he then grabs it up and then places it on the floor. But as he does all he gets is a punch in the gut, making him reel back, not getting it from Crackerjack though, instead getting it from Graver who then proceeds to make Crackerjack grab the trash can and place it by Elrick’s head, in doing so Graver charges and leaps up, SMASHING! The trash can into Elrick’s skull with a shining meat hook! Knocking Elrick down and out as Crackerjack grins towards Graver. JH: It’s three on two and both the guys are being beaten to death. CM: I know, it’s news to my eyes. CL: Elrick’s bleeding too! Oh god I love these guys. JH: You love? CM: Ever repeat that again I’ll love ripping your tongue out with a pair of tweezers. Nightmare who is bleeding, has risen to his feet, seemingly full of momentum as his blood is making him raging, plus seeing it’s temporarily three on one, he shouts “COME ON!” making Crackerjack and Graver turn to see him. Nightmare seems ready and quite set to get some as Gabriel is first in sight and Nightmare CHARGES before LARIATING! His head clean off literally as Gabriel crumbles and slides out the ring as Nightmare turns and gets a two on one , from Graver and Crackerjack, as the pair punch away at him, Nightmare tries to fight back. CM: He thinks spearing one will get him anywhere, now take out those two. CL: Nightmare‘s gonna die, nightmare‘s gonna die, sing with me. JH: You love and sing?? CL: You have no tongue, watch. As Jonathon fights himself away from Conse, inside the ring, Nightmare fights back, a little as Crackerjack Irish whips him to the ropes, but as he comes back, he dodges ‘Jack’s clothesline attempt and shoulder blocks the in coming Graver out of the ring, then turning to finally have a one on one confrontation with Crackerjack as the other three are all outside. Nightmare doesn’t even wait as he plants a forearm into Crackerjack who fires a punch back, making Nightmare fire one back as he then knees Crackerjack in the gut and the signals for the end! THE CATACLYSM! CL: DO NOT LAND THIS MOVE! JH: Could The Revolution make a come back! CM: My ass! The fans seem to believe as they cheer, a few jeer but Nightmare under hooks Crackerjack’s arms, as he sees a chair beside him, but as he readies to lift, not enough strength is given as he instead gets throw over! Landing on the chair as Crackerjack seems to be boosted by the jeering insanely enough, quickly moving to Nightmare and lifting him up, placing the chair by his back then WRENCHING in a god awful strength a bear hug, crushing nightmare into the chair! CL: BONE CRACKER! JH: Elrick’s up, can he get there to stop Nightmare! …Elrick indeed slide sin, but is grabbed by both Gabriel and Graver, pulling him back out of the ring then as Elrick tires to fight them off, Nightmare tries not to quit, Crackerjack just squeezes and wrenches more, Elrick punches away at Gabriel, throwing him in the ring as Elrick head butts Graver, but as he does… [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] …Nightmare taps out and Crackerjack releases him, he sees Elrick coming so he gets out of the ring quickly and comes around to Graver as Elrick checks on Nightmare, before punching the canvas in anger. JH: Such a fight by all six, but… CM: They got beaten, yes we know. CL: No they got murdered! Elrick watches as Crackerjack and Graver, dazzling, but victorious make there way up the ramp, but they soon see as Elrick sees a stumbling to his feet Gabriel, Elrick looks absolutely enrolled in rage as Michael speaks… MA: YOUR WINNERS! VIA SUBMISSION!!! CCCRRRAACCCKKKRJJJAACKK, GGRAAYYYVEERR AANNDD GGAAAABBRRIIEELLL… TTHE RRREEEJJJJEEECCCTTTTSSSSS!!! …But the celebration is caught short as Elrick, to the delight of the fans GRABS! Gabriel, looking towards the other Rejects before moving towards the chair, still looking towards them, he swings and PLANTS! Gabriel into the chair with a Career Killer! Elrick then roars at the two, begging them to come back down to the ring! JH: A level of revenge as Elrick really is pissed. CM: He’s a soar loser, simple. CL: Look at him whining, it’s hilarious. We are backstage in Xtreme Kitten's locker room, he was laying on the couch but is slowly sitting up. The champion still in his civvies; a “Cheer Me” t-shirt and blue jeans. Kitten stares at the camera. XK: Is there a reason you woke me up?! Obviously there is no answer from the camera operator but after a little while there is an answer. ???: Because you have a visitor. The familiar female voice makes the champion jump up from the couch. XK: You're back. Xtreme Kitten sprint for the person at the door, which is revealed to be Lucy when the camera catches up. Kitten snatches Lucy off her feet and spins here around with a cuddly. XK: I knew you couldn't stay away. Lucy: I'm not back. Kitten stops spinning and he looks up into Lucy's eyes a little worried. XK: I'm not having one of those Kennedy style hallucinations am I? Lucy: Seen anyone else the room besides me? XK: The camera mute. Lucy looks at the camera. Lucy: Nope, not hallucinating. Lucy looks back to Kitten. Lucy: Mind putting me down? Before Kitten responds there is crack heard that comes from a fair way down the hall from the sound of it, it is closely followed by a heavy thud sound. XK: What was that? Lucy: What do you care? XK: Good point. There is a moment of silence it is broken by Lucy. Lucy: So about putting me down. XK: Oh right. Kitten gently lowers Lucy to her feet. XK: Now what do you mean you're not back? Lucy sits down on the couch and looks up at Kitten. Lucy: Exactly that. XK: Then why are you here? Lucy: I just happened to be in the area, thought I would drop by and say hello. XK: You just happened to be in Puerto Rico? Lucy: You aren't the only one that likes to travel when not working. Xtreme Kitten sits down close to Lucy. XK: So you aren't working? Well there is still a manager position vacant, though it would be at significantly lower pay, I've been doing pretty well without you. Lucy strokes Kitten's face. Lucy: Oh I don't think you have but I'm not coming back. XK: Why not? Lucy: Because- There is the sound of someone running through the hall. ???: Someone get help! Lucy gets off the couch interested in what is going on outside. XK: Lucy, an answer would be nice. Lucy turns around a little disappointed she isn't getting to see what's going on. Lucy: Because something just isn't right, I can feel it inside, the truth isn't far behind me, you can't deny it. Kitten just stares at Lucy with a blank expression. Lucy: See you around. Lucy walks out of the room but not before switching off the lights, the camera follows her but gets distracted a little by the crowd down the hall when it looks back Lucy is walking the other way, Kitten runs into the hall. XK: Lucy don't go! What isn't right?! Lucy doesn't even look back, Kitten lowers his head, his shoulders droop and we walks back into his locker room shutting the door behind him. The camera operator doesn't waste the opportunity to see what the story is down the hall. Once the camera has reached the crowd it is revealed that the thud noise heard earlier was most likely Bulk hitting the floor but what put him there other then gravity? One of the crowd members takes a closer look. Worker #1: Somebody give me a hand, there is someone under him. Another two generic workers from the crowd steps in to help, two lift Bulk while the keeps his head in place just in case, the successfully move him. Under Bulk is an almost flattened Phyllis Bathory, there are murmurs from Bathory who tries sitting up but can't yet. Bathory: The weight, the mass, THE BULK! EMTs arrive and force everyone back so they can check on Phyllis, it isn't until now that the camera sees in the distance someone in white hoody is watching or they were, the person turns around not long after being spotted and walks off. |
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JH: I dare say we’ve had a very eventful night. CL: Respect shown between Jay Bain and Nick Allen, Zaibatsu still reigning tall, Drake and Ninja showing you don’t have to like each other to fucking win. CM: Plus Adam took the fight to Roxie and Kennedy proved why breasts trump old man balls any day of the week! JH: …Yes, and we saw that hellacious battle between the Rejects and the Revolution that saw the Rejects come out on top. CL: Forget that shit, now it’s time for the main event and a big tag team match. CM: All four I don’t really care for, a freak, a whipped monster, a playboy gone soft and another freak. JH: Well, maybe if you’re lucky Onikage will show up. CL: Why would we be lucky if that fucker tried to steal our job again? CM: I think he means because I’d be gone, and wouldn’t have to endure this match. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt and has been granted a thirty minute time limit! It is one fall to a finish and the referee assigned to officiate this bout is the senior official, Tony Clarke! [align=center]The driving guitar riffs of Mick Jagger's "God Gave Me Everything I Want" hit the arena, and golden spotlights start to 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] CL: If Hutch knew any thing about video games he’d know Unreal is better than Halo. CM: I heard Halo and Teacher Chef is cool. JH: …That’s Master Chef, actually. CL: Poser. 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] 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... CM: Thank goodness the freak’s advisor is staying down there. JH: I’m not sure what is so good about that, Onikage could easily get himself involved in this match! CL: I can think of some thing good coming out of it, Hutch punching his teeth in or Prime crushing his rib cage or heck, Kitten punting his head off. CM: Freak on Freak Violence is one of my main points, remember folks, Chip Martin for USA President in ’08. 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. JH: Here’s a man that has been under more speculation as of late, did he let Gabriel assault Kennedy with a foreign object? Or, did he purposely attack Kennedy himself with a steel chair? O- CL: Or, did he slip Kennedy a roofie and bang that shit till it was sore after the Halloween party? CM: Ooo, Prime’s the type to like to ride bare back? Yeesh, tried it before, that can leave ya regretting it in the morning… JH: I would be more shocked at how vulgar you two were…if it weren’t you two saying this, instead I’ll just try to pretend you said nothing. [align=center]A weird sound echoes around arena and soon a guitar begins to play with the echo in the background, the bass guitar comes in shortly after. The guitars and echo stop, a drum and piano beat replace them. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in. He has around his neck the chain that Lucy used to carry now he carries it in his right hand and over his head covering his face he wears his mask. Kitten stands on the stage listening to the mix of his music, the supporting cheers and the hate filled jeers. I realize my world of demise and the poisonous sky that's stinging my eyes I clench my fist I spill my blood I clench my fist 'cause I am the tool Xtreme Kitten walks down to ringside calmly, he stands there and surveys the ring. I'm burning with contempt that's bringing me down! I'm burning with contempt that's bringing me down! I'm burning with contempt that's bringing me down! Kitten gets a short run up and jumps onto the apron landing on one foot then the other, he then hops into the ring and jogs to his corner while undoing the spiked collar. Kitten hangs the chain over the middle turnbuckle. AS OF NOW I AM A TOOL OF SEVERE IMPACT HAMMER DOWN CAUSE AND EFFECT AND CREATE A NEW WORLD! The music stops and Kitten quickly pulls off his mask. Kitten points the a member of the crowd and offers to throw the mask to them, their excitement turns to angry as Xtreme Kitten laughs a little and throws his mask onto the apron near his corner. He then walks over to his corner and rest against it waiting for the match to start.[/align] CL: Fuck, these foreign people seem to love him even more than the idiots back in the states or Canada or England. CM: Yeah, you’d think he was the second coming down here. JH: Well, Kitten did start his career out on the lucha libre circuit and wrestled all over down here so he became a home town hero of sorts. CL: Shit, wish I got this kind of fucking welcoming back party when I went home. Michael Anderson takes center stage in the ring, allowing Clarke to pass him and quickly start patting down both teams in their respected corners. Hutch’s glare shifts between Prime and to ringside where Onikage is smiling pleasantly up at FIW’s MVP with his hands behind his back. While Prime glares straight ahead at Hutch and tries to ignore the presence of the ever smug Dual Crown Champion beside him or the stone cold gaze Kiyoshi is giving them. Dramatically Anderson shoots out his arm and the micro phone lowers down from the rafters of the arena, stopping when it rests in his hand and he brings it close to his lips. MA: Introducing team number one, they weigh in at a combined weight of five hundred pounds…one hails from Newcastle, England and the other hails from Komachi City, Japan…THEY! ARE! HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUTCH~!!! AND~! KIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHIIIIII NNNNNNNAAAAAAAKAAAAAHATA~!!! Upon being introduced, Hutch swaggers out of the corner and flicks a hand upward in a quasi salute to the fans that cheer him and politely applaud the man. Nakahata drops down from his sitting position and flicks back his hood, his gaze and X carved forehead staying on XK and Prime to a jeers. MA: And introducing team number two, they weigh in at a combined weight of five hundred and sixty five pounds…one hails from San Diego, California and the other hails from Shoal Bay, NSW. Australia…THEY! ARE! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!! AND~! …He is the reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…XTRRRRRRRREEEEEEEMMMMMMEEEEE KIIIIIIIIITTEEEEENNNNNNN~!!! On that cue the Excellence of Evolution tries to step out of his corner only for XK to hop right in front of him, stealing explosion of cheers and applause for himself. Not that the fans mind, stating right along with Kitten as he raises his championships and proclaims “BEST! FIGHTER! IN! THE! WORLD!” A statement that leaves Prime less than impressed as the senior official takes the championships off of XK and he waves Prime off. Grudgingly the bigger man complies and let’s the champion start the match off for their team, similar to how Hutch waves Kiyoshi off to let him start. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Picking up their feet at the sound of the bell and pacing around the ring, the Grand Slam Man gets ready for locking up and getting his game face on for the fight. Opposite to that is Xtreme Kitten who just rushes forward and flings his leg upward, Hutch narrowly avoiding a yakuza kick taking his head off! Wasting no time, Kitten uses the momentum to spin around and go for a forearm strike to clobber his foe with that FIW’s MVP ducks under! Using his squatting base to an advantage, FIW’s Feline Fighter soon finds his legs tripped out from underneath him and his opponent scrambling on top of him almost before he hits the mat! CM: Meh, great, he’s straddling him like his prom date. JH: Hutch is merely using his technical wrestling background to the best of his ability! CL: And, looking like he’s trying to rape Kitten in the process is all Chip was saying. Leaping over the prone frame of the Dual Crown Champion, Hutch slips his arms around the champion’s neck and locks in as tightly as he can a side headlock! Keeping feeling in them, XK kicks his legs softly against the canvas and tries to move his body to and fro to see if he can roll. Roll he does, rolling them to the left only to find FIW’s MVP has stayed on for the ride and is still holding in the submission as picture perfect as he already was! Testing the waters to see what else he can do to escape it, Xtreme Kitten slaps the kidney region of the Grand Slam Man a few times and let’s those slaps ring out, his foe wincing slightly. JH: If any one could escape the side headlock or even know various means to it would be Xtreme Kitten. He was trained at a wrestling school that has a signature of the most deadly side headlock ever in professional wrestling. CL: Oi, the La Furia or some bullshit like that… CM: They should’ve called it the La Sleepy, because this is putting me to sleeeeeep… Yelping when a few more of Kitten’s slaps connect, Hutch is further frustrated due to the fans jeering him for putting Kitten into the submission hold. With a few more slaps the champion tries to use that to let him start to bring the two of them to their feet but to no avail on that escape route either. FIW’s MVP wrenches back on the hold and XK curses under his breath as he reaches up with his right hand, and starts trying to wrap his arm around the neck of his foe. FIW’s Feline Fighter is having more than a little trouble slipping his arm around the neck of the Grand Slam Man though getting him to lean back helps greatly. CL: What? We’re going to see a double submission? CM: Noooo! Not another one! JH: This should be interesting. Fully around the neck his arm manages to slither, and now XK starts rearing back on the hold to try to cinch it in completely on the Grand Slam Man! Unfortunately a complication occurs that he didn’t foresee, as he is bending Hutch back it is pulling on the side headlock. Resulting in Kitten’s neck bending just as much as his foe’s in the process of trying to lock in the submission, and in the end it is too much to put up with. Instead the champion resorts to releasing it and nailing FIW’s MVP right in the back of his head with a nasty looking forearm strike to cheers from the fans! CM: Oh thank god… JH: I think you mean Zeus, Chip. CL: Wise ass. All of this negativity from the fans and the shots to the back of his head is clearly making Hutch a grumpy camper if there was ever such a thing. Fed up with it all, he uses his arm that is locked in the hold’s thumb to jab the champion several times straight in one of his green eyes. Immediately Tony gets on the Grand Slam Man’s case and starts a count to release the hold, when it hits four is when he releases the hold and starts to back away from his foe. FIW’s Feline Fighter isn’t satisfied yet though, reaching over and plugging his opponent’s nostrils with his index and middle fingers and pulling back as hard as he can! JH: While I do respect Hutch, it looks like he’s getting a taste of his own medicine! CL: Rip it off! Do some good for once and rip the fucking nose off! CM: No! Don’t! That’d be like defacing the Mona Lisa! Either Tony is just doing his job or he agrees entirely with Chip Martin’s comment, because he warns the champion and starts counting to get him to stop. Reluctantly he does and starts to get to his feet when Hutch’s knee meets the side of his cranium and sends him back down! Trying to get back up again, FIW’s MVP takes advantage of him being hunched over and starts dishing out clubbing blow after clubbing blow to the back of XK! Right before he scoops him up and tosses him into the air with a flap jack, letting him plummet back down towards the canvas…down….down…down…and precisely into a European uppercut! CL: ‘Ave it! CM: Alright! This is certainly not boring old submissions! JH: Fans in attendance might not like it, but Hutch certainly does! Pausing the battle at hand for a moment, the Grand Slam Man smirks smugly and out stretches his arms to welcome in the jeers from the pro-XK crowd. Twirling around and around until some thing catches his eye and his expression & body language completely deflates…Onikage. The Rejects’ Savior of Sorrow is politely applauding his efforts with a smile on his face that doesn’t sit well with Hutch who’s once smug smirk turns into a snarl. So busy gritting his teeth over one former Ordinary member, he hardly notices another former Ordinary member crawling towards his corner where Prime is waiting. CM: No, stop paying attention to that freak and focus in on the other one! JH: You’re right, if he’s not careful Kitten’s going to tag out! CL: Then the real fun begins. It is Kiyoshi Nakahata that interrupts Hutch during his glare; nudging his head to behind him and making him turn around to see what is going on right under his nose. Darting across the ring at impressive speeds, FIW’s MVP stomps right on the skull of the champion in mid-run at him. Frantically he tries to keep XK down with just clubbing and double axe blows to the back and neck though XK still manages to find his footing, albeit hunched over. Fighting through the pain Kitten throws off the attack and near jumps right at the Grand Slam Man, unleashing a lightning fast flurry of open hand slaps right across those model like facial features! JH: The Kitten strikes! CL: Like Hutch was a red headed step child for some ring rat too. CM: Naw, I see it more like the eternal struggle in one’s soul against good and evil that is forever tempting them in their every day life that will one day effect whether they deserve Heaven or Hell. Slap after slap after slap rains down on him and sends saliva, and sweat fly off of FIW’s MVP and send it every possible which way in the ring! XK’s eyes when Hutch’s legs go the way of spaghetti as if he senses it as the perfect timing and whips his entire body around in a whirl wind. In mid-spin he throws up his fist and it crashes against the cheek bones of his opponent upon coming back around, and leaves him to crumble to the mat in a heap. Showing signs of the beating he took earlier, the champion nearly falls right into his tag to Prime and slides out onto the apron while the much larger man takes center stage! CL: Uraken and a tag to Prime~! CM: Things don’t look good for Hutch. JH: No, they most certainly do not after getting his bell rung by Xtreme Kitten and now having to face the man he accused of purposely harming Kennedy right after! Entering the ring to a mixed reaction from these Puerto Rican fans, FIW’s Adonis looks more like a bull that sees red with how he is snarling and grunting. His veins popping out of his arms as his muscles tense up and bulge, slowly stalking towards the dazed and much smaller opponent. Gradually Hutch makes it to his feet and staggers about akin to having one too many; nearly falling over when he catches himself on the massive chest of Prime. The gears in his mind start to work and realize that what he is holding onto is breathing, and with fearful eyes turns around right into a haymaker from the Excellence of Evolution! CM: He just gave him a five finger sandwich for dinner! JH: Good lord! It looked like Prime was trying to take Hutch’s head clean off his shoulders! CL: Given how Hutch has treated Prime in recent months, I can’t blame him for wanting to knock him the fuck out. The blow sends him back several steps and nearly tripping over his own legs yet again when a second punch connects, and a third one, and a fourth one for good measure! Steadily the fans’ cheers grown in favor with Prime as his fists moving faster and faster to colliding with the cranium of his foe in both the arts of wrestling and love! Each one stinging and leaving the smaller man in a fragile state that a head butt does any thing but help when it meets his forehead! Rounding out the all-out-ambush by balling his two baseball mitten hands together into a massive basket ball sized orb of destruction that conquers Hutch’s face via polish hammer! JH: Talk about swinging for the fences! CL: Yeah, that damn near caved Hutch’s face in. CM: Ouch! He might need a bit of work done after that. Like a sack of potatoes the Grand Slam Man starts to drop to the floor only for those two tree trunk sized arms of the Excellence of Evolution to wrap around his body. FIW’s Adonis keeps him in this tender hold only momentarily before tossing him with ease over his head and sent flying! His limbs flail about till he comes crashing down spine first against the canvas, crying out in agony as he rolls over and notices he is near his team’s corner. Despite his feelings about the Rejects, Hutch scurries as fast as his aching body can towards the out stretched hand of FIW’s Sin of Lust that is awaiting him in the corner! CL: Catch him Prime, catch the limey git! CM: Run Hutch, run! JH: Can Hutch make it and tag in Kiyoshi?! Sad to say for Hutch, he doesn’t get that far and the Excellence of Evolution snatches him up before he can get within tagging range of his white haired team mate. Lifting him up into a gut wrench, Prime hoists the smaller wrestler up and maneuvers him perfectly into a neckbreaker! With adrenaline pumping, Prime gets to his feet and throws a fist into the air to cheers from the fans in attendance as he stands over the lifeless body of the Grand Slam Man. Kitten yells at his team mate and FIW’s Adonis yells back, the two briefly arguing of their next course of action in the match before the legal man turns his sights back to Hutch. CM: The…uh…whatever it’s called! JH: The Impact Play! CL: Great, now Kitten and Prime are bickering like two house wives. Bending over and reaching out for a handful of Hutch’s hair, the Impact Player soon finds instead a boot of Hutch’s connecting right where his sacred family jewels rest. Soon his hands are grabbing right where the boot met flesh and he is doubling over, dropping down to his knees and whimpering. Taking the chance that’s open to him, FIW’s MVP kicks Prime square in the jaw and plugs up one nostril to ever so politely blow snot on him. To further add insult to injury, the Grand Slam Man kicks up his feet as if kicking dust or dirt up into the other man’s face as he strolls across the ring and tags in Nakahata! JH: Kiyoshi’s in! CL: After a charming display from Hutch. CM: It would be what I’d do to Prime, the softie. Nakahata looks less than thrilled about having to face a man that is recovering from getting kicked in the balls, and it shows by him waiting for him to be ready. It takes a few seconds but slowly yet surely FIW’s Adonis stirs and gets back up to his feet, being a tad startled when he realizes Hutch is gone. Perhaps foolishly, the monster of a man barrels right towards the smaller man and throws out his arm for a lariat to take his white haired head off! Only, the Judo Sensei ducks underneath it and side steps it, grabbing Prime’s arm in the process and flipping him right off of his feet in a traditional judo throw! CL: Skill over brawn any day of the week…Even if he’s a fucking Reject. CM: That was pretty fancy for a freak. JH: Kiyoshi showing why it truly is a shame he’s aligned with the faction known as the Rejects. Going down with the much larger man and holding onto his arm, FIW’s Yeti tries to lock him into a jujigatame only for the Impact Player to quickly scoot to the ropes. When his feet find the bottom rope the referee starts his count and to get his point across, Kiyoshi holds in the submission and wrenches back on it. Prime grits his teeth and then just as quickly sighs in relief when at four Nakahata releases the hold and gets back up to his feet grudgingly. Further getting his annoyance through, just as FIW’s Adonis is starting to get up and out of the ropes the Judo Sensei comes down with a knee strike straight between the eyes! CM: Yeesh! Talk about violent! JH: It looks like Prime annoyed Kiyoshi to a degree. CL: Can’t say I blame him, he fucked up a perfectly good juijigatame. There is a surprise for every one in the arena when Kiyoshi grabs Prime by his golden locks and lifts him up to his knees…only to toss him towards his corner! To get him started, the Reject even kicks his fellow wrestler right on the bum and points towards the Dual Crown Champion. Dazed and aching, the Impact Player gladly takes this act of kindness of sorts and crawls over to his corner, reaching out and tagging in his team mate. A buzz grows through out the crowd as Xtreme Kitten steps through the ropes and enters the ring, staring across it towards Kiyoshi Nakahata who is staring right back. JH: The two men that will meet at Violence Fetish for the FIW Dual Crown Championship! CL: This crowd of marks seems almost as excited as you are, Hitchen. CM: Freak on freak violence finally! Both set of eyes trail away from each other and towards the ringside area for a moment, looking at the tattered and bloodied remains of the Xtreme Kitten mask in Onikage’s hand. Strangely Kiyoshi extends his hand to his competitor for a hand shake, and XK responding by wiping his hand against the butt region of his tights and extending it with a grin. Rather than take the smelly hand, FIW’s Yeti responds to this disrespectful act with a slap right across the face that knocks the taste and dome saliva out of it! Turning the other cheek…FIW’s Feline Fighter does so he can slap the Judo Sensei right back just as hard as he got it! CL: The urge to call this a cat fight is great yet I know I’d so be going to Hell for it. CM: You mean you aren’t already? JH: Disrespect shown in kind by both men! With red in his eyes the Judo Sensei spears the champion down to the ground and mounts on top of him, firing off forearm strikes as fast as he can possibly go! Strikes hammer down onto the flesh of Xtreme Kitten, his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, every tiny inch of his features are being abused. After the initial shock of the attack however he begins a counter strike, bringing up his arms and managing to block a fair few of the blows sent his way. Then when he spots an opening, actually firing forearm strikes right back at FIW’s Yeti and connecting with the majority of his attack as well as the two pummel each other! CM: Now this is great! JH: This is how you kill brain cells is what this is! CL: Chip hates submissions yet loves it when nearly two undressed men roll around grabbing at each other…HMMMMM! Thinking fast, XK wraps his formerly prone legs around the waist of Nakahata and cinches in the leg scissors hold with as much power behind it as he can! So much so, that it even makes the Judo Sensei pause for a moment in his assault to cry out in agony and try to pry them off. Leaving him wide open for a full out scale flurry of forearm strikes straight to his skull, turning it various shades of coloring in it’s bruising from the shots it is taking. Brutality is taken to yet another notch when Kiyoshi rears back his bruised head and then repeatedly and at break neck speed head butts the champion several times! JH: Good lord! Those sound like two football helmets colliding! CL: Shit, those two are going to give each other a concussion! CM: I love it! This is great! Using his head in the most literal sense of it, Kiyoshi manages to use them to get FIW’s Feline Fighter to let go of the leg scissors hold and let him get to his feet. With a handful of XK’s locks, he brings the champion along for the ride and viciously whips him right towards the ropes near a neutral corner. Kitten springs off of them and comes bolting back towards the heavier set man, and is welcomed in the arms of the Judo Sensei most comfortably. That is until he sweeps out his legs from beneath him and sends him back of the head first down onto the mat without a second thought of remorse to it! CL: S! T! K! CM: I wonder if you can ride a Space Tornado… JH: Kiyoshi is on fire now! Holding it up, FIW’s Morning Star calls out to his brother to look up and that he does, and when he does his eyes fall upon the bloody XK mask in Onikage’s hand. A wordless conversation passes between the two and whatever is said, it pumps Nakahata up enough to get back up to his feet. Most of the fans sit in confusion as the Judo Sensei sits and waits for the champion, who eventually starts to stir and push his body upwards to its vertical base. Once he gets up to a knee that’s the cue, FIW’s Yeti takes off and scales right up the knee to clobber Xtreme Kitten upside the head with a uppercut style palm strike! CM: Oh! Oh! Oh! I know this one! It is- JH: SSSSSSSSSHIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNIIIIIIIINNNNNG SSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAMMMMMMUUUUURAAAAIIIIII~!!! CL: …You’re such a mark. No one, let alone Kiyoshi Nakahata, realizes that a hand leans in from the apron and slaps the Reject’s back till a blur of colors rushes past the Judo Sensei! In the blink of an eye, before XK’s body can even fall down from the signature maneuver, an arm’s wrapped around his neck. The two bodies crash down in a one armed ace crusher and Hutch wastes not a single second, rolling over the body and hooking both legs as Tony Clarke drops down! The crowd erupts into jeers and Prime exits his corner, going to break it up only to get a lariat from Kiyoshi Nakahata for his troubles! JH: A Slice of Fried Gold! Out of absolutely nowhere! CL: And, a lariat! [align=center]1![/align] CM: Wow, that was actually pretty clever of Hutch. JH: He saw his chance and swooped in, and took it! [align=center]2![/align] CL: That’s one way to word it, another is stealing the glory from your team mate. CM: Hey, all’s fair in love and war. [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: My word! This is huge! Hutch just pinned the reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion! CL: The only guy now besides Kiyoshi who hasn’t gotten a title shot yet for doing so. Looks like he might’ve found a potential number one contender for who comes out of Violence Fetish. MA: Here are your winners via pin fall…The team of…HHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUTCH~!!! AND~! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHIIIIIIII NNNNNNNNAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAHATA~!!! Mick Jagger wails over the P.A. system to a mixed reaction from the crowd, Tony Clarke raising Hutch’s arm in victory as he grins. He gets to his feet and his arm is shortly there after pulled down, and he comes face to face with a mildly annoyed looking Kiyoshi. Nakahata gives his team mate a few choice words and Hutch shrugs them off, giving a few nonchalant ones right back at his fellow Dual Crown contender. Over the Yeti’s shoulder FIW’s MVP notices that the Impact Player is stirring, and shoves past Kiyoshi. Charging right over and snatching Prime by the head to give him one his team mate felt, a one armed ace crusher! Popping back to and taking in his mixed reaction as the Reject exits the ring, shaking his head and heading to the back with Onikage. CL: Another Slice of Fried Gold! Hutch is leaving his mark tonight! CM: It looks like Kiyoshi and him had a few words to give each other though. JH: That they did, and I can ensure you neither Kitten or Prime will probably be too happy with Hutch when they come to. CL: Any ways, that’s all the time we have for you guys this week, for Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance, we’ll see you next week…you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!
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