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| Kryten Shards | Nov 17 2007, 07:39 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 17 2007, 07:40 AM Post #2 |
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our first event. The following is scheduled for one fall under standard tag rules. Introducing the first from Hull, England, he is Jay Bain! [align=center]As the music starts White flashing lights pan from left to right alternatively to the Riff. “I’m not asking for much” appears on the Screens, Fans become more vocal and a “Bain” chant can be heard. “I’m not asking for anything” scrolls across the screen the Music gets loader and just as the Song Kicks in 100% Jay Bain walks into sight through the curtains. Hundreds of White lasers spiral down on Jay Bain and then randomly scan across the fans. Bain psyched up waves his hands up and down beckoning the crowd to be loud and stand up as in to share this moment, he then paces to the ring with his head down displaying an excited look upon his face and slapping extended hands from the crowd, on approaching the ring he begins to take his Grey T-shirt off saying "If I don't kick out on 2...Check for a pulse", a few women cheer and even a few men, then he graps in his right hand, turns to his right and throws it into the crowd were a few hands fight for the Shirt, Bain lets out a huge sigh, takes in the sights,as he calms himself he is reminded how lucky he is to have this chance by the fans now being more supportive as they know who Jay is abit more before leaping right foot first onto the apron followed by the left, as soon as both feet are there he turns 180 degrees in a fluid motion and places the left foot threw the ropes to the mat, bends over and follows with the right. White lights pulse on and off another collection of lasers flicker onto Bain as he Stretches his arms while leaping up and down while turning around in a circle moving to the centre of the ring while looking at the fans, Awaiting the match he then leans against the ropes waiting for the bell. Bain Notices a few Bain crowd signs with His name on and the Bain Chant begins to fade down[/align] MA: And his partner, hailing from Millwell, England, he is Nick Allen! 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: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and forty pounds, they are the Rejects! [align=center]Without warning the lights cut out and plunge the arena into darkness, a few fans jeer and a few even scream. Static white noise fills the sound system and grows louder, and louder until it is nearing unbearable to human ears to withstand it. Gradually it morphs and changes, sounding more like a growl of some thing inhuman than mere white noise. It is then that the select few dark tinted blue lights shine and scan the arena slowly as if attempting to spot some one or some thing within the crowd. This is the year where hope fails you The test subjects run the experiments And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate But cohesive is possible if we strive There’s no reason, there’s no lesson No time like the present, telling you right now What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose Except your soul Who's with us?! An explosion of flames erupts from the stage and along the path, and even the four turnbuckles are engulfed in it. The dark blue lights glide across the crowd and head towards a single point, they all come down onto the entrance stage at the same time. I am the bad one, Distant and cruel one, I am the dream that, Keeps you running down, With distraction, Violent reaction, Scars of my actions, Watch me running out, Spurts of flames explode and grow amongst this burning inferno and then it happens, figures begin to appear and they are rising from beneath the stage! Six white hooded figures stand in a semi-circle, a massive masked man with red hair standing near the smallest. One of the two in the near holds in it’s hands handle bars of a wheel chair, where a man sits in it with a dark expression on his face. The flames and the blue lights dancing with each other, casting shades and shadows on all nine of them. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects It is the largest of the hooded cloak figures that is the first to move, walking over to the one closest to the center with the wheel chair. Gently he takes the handle bars and moves Victor Daniels forward on the stage until they reach the stairs to the walk way. With ease the big man scoops up the wheel chair off of the ground and carries Daniels down the steps and then sets him back down afterwards. The other five and the massive masked man walk through the flames that lick at their clothes, looking like they are coming from the depths of Hell itself. Yeah, I am the brains, Some say insane, Blood is the rain, That's what life's about, In the great wide, Head split and tongue tied, Watch the sun die, When you're running out, Younger fans remain in a hushed state and look on fearfully at the flames and the men walking through them while the older fans curse the group. Silently they maneuver through the flames and down the path way one at a time, and filter around ringside from there. The largest of the white cloaked figures leaves Daniels in the care of the red headed masked man and with a nod turns away from them. In unison the six cloaked men leap up, landing on the apron in a kneeled position on all sides of the ring. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects Like wayward souls the blue lights mimic the cloaked ones, moving down the path way one by one until they stop in the center of the ring. Each of the white hooded cloaked figures steps into the ring just as another explosion of flames occurs from the turnbuckles. The smallest moves towards the turnbuckle closest to the hard camera and the two medium sized cloaked figures move towards the ropes, getting up on the middle one. While the two larger ones stand in the center of the ring with the one that was actually holding the wheel chair as the music blares through the arena. Yeah I am the knuckle, Bow down and buckle, Hold your breath, Your world is running down, Live for the family, Die with the family, All is the family, My gun is running out, Once again in unison the right hand of each of them comes up to their hoods and pull them back altogether. That unveils the one on the turnbuckle as Phyllis Bathory, the two balancing on the second rope as Colbert Tottington and Gabriel. The two nearest the one in the center are none other than Crackerjack and Kiyoshi Nakahata, folding their arms over their chests. With the one in the very center’s pure white void like eyes belonging to the self proclaimed “Light of FIW”, Onikage. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. Phyllis, Colbert and Gabriel all hop off their respected perches and fall into the center, all six of them standing in a row. They all stare out at the fans in attendance as they are jeered and the music attempts to be heard over the reaction of the fans. Each one of their white cloaks glows eerily within the dark lights and the flames surrounding them as they stand there like statues. Like a row of dominos they all bow their heads one by one and as they do the flames gradually die out and the blue lights fade in exchange for the normal lights. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects… The Devil’s Rejects… Finally the music dies out and leaves only the jeers to shower the Rejects in, that they all ignore sans Onikage. Who just smiles out at the fans, waving to them like he genuinely likes each and every one of them by some strange twist of fate. Eventually he stops and the faction huddles, talking amongst themselves for what waits ahead for them. Hardly paying attention at the moment to any thing that is going on around them, and their comrades at ringside.[/align] JH: It’s time to open up the show with some good old fashioned tag team wrestling. CL: Bah this match is a snooze feast so that people caught in traffic don’t miss anything good. CM: I don’t know who I hate more, Jay or Allen. CL: I choose Jay. Nick Allen sounds like a super hero secret identity name. JH: Funny Constance Loire sounds like the name of a retard. Inside the ring Jay and Phyllis are inside with their respective partners on the outside. The opening bell rings and the two competitors waste no time heading straight for one another to lock up. Phyllis spins back and out of the way before striking in to lift up Jay onto his shoulders. Hoisting the man across his upper frame, Phyllis begins to twirl around rapidly for the Airplane Spin. Jay in the midst of being twisted about at a naustating pace somehow is able to slip out and in the same movement he brings Bathory’s head straight into the mat with a DDT. Phyllis gets up rather quickly but isn’t one hundred percent as he holds his head and he takes refuge in a neutral corner. Jay doesn’t want to waste the upper hand as he rushes in for a flying attack of some sort. Phyllis moves out of the way though and Jay’s face connects with the top turnbuckle. Phyllis grabs the ref’s attention showing him his wounded head. Behind the ref’s back, Gabriel rushes over and re-introduces Jay into the top turnbuckle with tremendous force. JH: Oh well for good sportsmanship. CM: Hey all is fair in love and war. CM: Wait, did something happen? What are you two talking about? The cheap shot brings Nick to come to his aid but the ref cuts him off leading Gabriel to let himself into the ring. Each member of the Rejects grabs hold of one of Jay’s shoulders and look to nail him with a Double Suplex. Before they can deliver the devastating move though, Jay nails both men in the gut with a double fisted shot. As both men pull away Jay makes a desperation move by shoving Gabriel into Phyllis. The distraction allows Jay to tag in Nick Allen returned to his corner. Nick comes in as the proverbial house of fire and begins to nail both members of the Rejects with some serious hard impact right hands. As a stunned Gabriel turns towards him, Nick quickly lifts him up before slamming backwards nailing a Samoan Drop. Nick springs to his feet and picks up Phyllis for either a Side Slam or a Backbreaker, which is unknown as Phyllis rakes the eyes of Nick. As soon as he drops down Phyllis takes the lower half of Nick’s face and drives it down on his shoulder with a Jawbreaker. CM: See the Rejects can function within the rules and still dominate. JH: It took a very illegal rake to the eyes for Phyllis to slow down Nick Allen. He was tearing them apart until then. CL: Tearing them apart? Let’s not over exaggerate now. Gabriel is finally forced back to his corner as Phyllis drags Nick over. Tagging in his partner Phyllis goes remarkable to the outside without incident. Gabriel looms over his prey before going for a Knee Lift, however Nick is able to catch his leg before springing up to level Gabriel with a huge Front Lariat. Phyllis reaches in and is able to tag himself into the match as he smirks at Nick. Nick rushes at Phyllis looking to knock the confidence right out of him. Phyllis drops to the outside and out of the way as he continues to mock Nick. Nick leaps though the ropes and makes his way towards Phyllis. Gabriel slides to the outside behind Nick and is about to take him out when out of nowhere Jay swings him around taking his feet out. As Jay mounts Gabriel to pound away Phyllis shoves Nick away and darts for something under the ring. He pops up wielding a steel chair and swings without looking at Nick. If he had looked he would have noticed that Allen had secured a chair as well and was also in the process of trying to wrap the steel device around his skull. Both men end up connecting with the other prompting the ref to call for the bell. CM: Well what do you know, Hitchen you were right about something? JH: I am afraid to ask. CL: I will ask then. What was he right about? CM: This match is interesting after all. Even though the bell has sounded and both men just took a steel freight train to the face, both Phyllis and Nick don’t seem to be done. Phyllis is on his knees as Nick stands up. Phyllis tosses the chair at Nick who drops his own to catch it. As soon as Nick’s arms extend to catch the chair, Phyllis pops up and by the time Nick catches it, Phyllis kicks him square in the jewel sack. Meanwhile Gabriel has squirmed out of Jay’s grasp and rolled into the ring. Jay follows him in but as Gabriel rolls away Jay turns instead suddenly and uses the top rope to springboard to the outside taking out an unsuspecting Phyllis. Jay begins to pound on him a bit now but gets up to go back after Gabriel. As soon as Jay rolls in though Gabriel rolls out. Phyllis and Gabriel begin to shake off their cobwebs to stalk Nick Allen. Jay is about to help when suddenly Shaun Wilson leaps over one of the guard rails. He leaps into the ring and flings Jay to the outside away from the other action. Colbert and Crackerjack rush past the engaged Jay and Shaun as they make their way to Nick Allen. Seeing that he is outnumbered four to one, Nick decides his best chance is to go on the offense. He fight gallantly but there is just so much he can do. Meanwhile Wilson and Bain disappear over the guardrail and into the crowd. Using the chairs to play bongo on Nick’s face, it is no surprise he is soon busted open. The bloody Allen is thrown into the ring and the four follow him in like vultures. Crackerjack and Gabriel hold Nick up as Phyllis springboards off the second rope to nail the Vampire Bat! The Rejects stand proudly over the broken man formerly known as Nick Allen. JH: This makes me sick to my stomach. CL: I have to admit, I really do hate these guys. CM: Bah, at least it was entertaining. |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 17 2007, 07:41 AM Post #3 |
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MA: The following THREE WAY CONTEST is scheduled for ULLLTIMATE ENDURANCE RULES, which means the only way to score a victory is by knockout or submission! Sexy guitars blast attitudinal rock with bassy power while the entire arena is lit up by a rage of multi-colored strobe lights. 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! JH: Is this guy serious? The Vanilla Thrilla? With the smoke settling, The Hype starts to strut down the asile, 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. The house lights dim and slowly a set of frosted glass doors are lowered over the wrestlers entrance as a tuxedo clad man makes his way onto the concrete stage with microphone in hand. Suddenly bright white lights kick up behind the doors only to reveal the man on the stage further. He pulls the microphone to his lips as Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva begins to play over the PA system. The man begins to speak over the opening lyrics of the song. Man: “Ladies and gentlemen please…Would you bring your attention to me?” As the crowd fixes their attention on the man a silhouette appears in the light and the man continues to speak over the lyrics of the song. Man: “For a feast for your eyes to see. An explosion of catastrophe.” At the base of the stairs leading to the isle to the ring, a massive white explosion bursts out startling the crowd. The man again continues to speak over the song as he moves in putting a hand on the door handle covering the entrance. Man: “Like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door. Your jaws will be on the floor. After this you’ll be begging for more.” The man then pulls both doors open and the lights behind the glass dim down as two large spot lights focus in on the entrance and he quickly exits the stage as Ethan Adams clad in his entrance robe is revealed. The superstar steps out onto the concrete stage holding his arms out to his side as the song kicks in. [align=center] Welcome to the show Please come inside Ladies and gentlemen[/align] Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring. [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it? Boom Let me hear it Ladies and gentlemen[/align] As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes. MA: “Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!” [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it?[/align] Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting the match to begin. All goes black for a moment, blacklights cutting in sharply as the dark purple strobes, as if they were almost constant camera flashes, start up down the walkway, the opening notes of “Before I Forget” rocking our faces and bringing the crowd ROAAARING to their feet, about ready to see their Dark Knight. MA: And finally, from Portland, Oregon, weighing 275 pounds, he represents the REVOLUTION and is FIW’s Prince Of Pain…THIS! IS! NIGHTMARE! [align=center] The music continues to pummel until the first line spewed from Number 8 fades in, giving way to smoke filling the stage, as a light in the shape of the Neverwinter Eye appears in the mist. Nightmare makes his way through the curtain, hood covering his face, and stands there with his eyes firmly locked on the ring, letting the strobes illuminate him and give him a very unnerving, fucking scary look. He starts on his paced walk to the ring, as soon as he reaches within range of the fans he starts tagging their hands, camera flashes washing over him. No matter how loud the fans are, no matter how many pictures are taken of him, though, his focus NEVER breaks from the ring. Once Nightmare arrives ringside he jumps up onto the apron in one fluid motion and climbs the turnbuckle, looking out into the crowd from underneath his hood. [align=center] Nightmare jumps over the ropes, turning as he lands so that he's facing away from his opponent, looking out into the crowd. He throws his hood back, then climbs back up on the ropes, throwing his arms out in a Triple H pose, ROARING proudly to the fans as more purple strobes blaze all over him. [align=center] Finally, Nightmare steps down, turns and faces his opponent, a stoic look of focus and determination on his face as he unbuckles his jacket, removing that and dropping it to the floor. He stretches on the ropes now, waiting impatiently for the bell to ring. *DING DING* JH: Here we go! And it looks like the smaller men are going after Nightmare first! Indeed, Adam Wilson and Ethan Adams are doubleteaming Nightmare, hitting him with kicks to the midsection and forearm shots, Nightmare trying to fend both off at the same time but it’s not working too well. Adam makes the ‘you and me’ motion saying to Ethan that he wants a double team move before the High Spot Sensation helps him whip Nightmare into the ropes, they link arms looking for a double clothesline but Nightmare takes both smaller men out with a double clothesline of his own! Ethan Adams bounces back up and takes a foot to the face, going down again and immediately sliding out of the ring and leaving Adam Wilson to further get punished while he catches his breath. CM: So much for the teamwork! Not like Ethan Adams needs anybody but himself anyway! JH: Looks like Nightmare’s far from done! And look who has come out to join us! As nightmare takes the initiative and heads for Adam Wilson, Extreme Ninja #2 is seen walking out onto the stage, the crowd popping big time for the FSC as he slings his belt over his shoulder and stops at the top of the stage, looking intently down at the ring. Nightmare follows his attack by picking him up and pushing him into the ropes before whipping him off, however Wilson counters by springboarding off the second rope and coming back with a forearm strike right in the grill of the Dark Knight, dazing the big man, sending him down and allowing Wilson to gain a further advantage by connecting with a modified enzuigiri as soon as Nightmare gets back to one knee! Nightmare’s down again and The Great White Hype appears to be in control, picking Nightmare up with some obvious strain and sending him to the corner hard. Adam charges and leaps through the air with a Stinger Splash, but Nightmare moves out of the way, The Great White Hype hitting chest first into the buckle! He backpedals out right into Nightmare’s grasp who catches him in a full nelson, hoists him up and DROPS HIM DOWN IN A BACKBREAKER! CM: HOLY OUCH! What the fuck did Grimace just do? JH: He just displayed his unreal power! I don’t think there’s anybody in this business short of Crackerjack and Prime that can match that strength! Nightmare doesn’t have much time to celebrate the devastating maneuver though because as soon as he recovers from it he takes a springboard missile dropkick right to the back of the dome from Ethan Adams, staggering him into the corner where Ethan runs and dropkicks him again right in the small of the back! Nightmare’s down and Ethan takes the initiative, moving to Adam Wilson who is trying to get up with the usage of the ropes, and applies a front facelock, lifting him skyward and dropping him STRAIGHT DOWN with a brainbuster—no, Adam countered the brainbuster by wiggling until Ethan lost his grip, Adam lands on his feet and pulls Ethan down in a reverse DDT! Adam doesn’t waste any time after the move and goes after the rising Nightmare, attempting to set up a Shining Wizard but Nightmare ducks under the kick, Adam comes back up, tries to feed him a leg for an Enzuigiri but as soon as Nightmare catches the leg he hauls Adam into a capture and launches him across the ring! Adam lands near the corner as the crowd pops huge for the suplex, Nightmare is not done and sets him up in the bottom corner, advancing back to the adjacent ropes before rushing forward, FACEWASHING the living hell out of The Great White Hype! JH: DEVASTATING series of maneuvers! Adam could be out of it but the referee is too preoccupied with Nightmare trying to get him out of the corner! There’s a hell of a lot of action in this fast-paced match, as Ethan Adams is back up to his feet, stalking Nightmare who is looming to continue his punishment of Adam Wilson, Ethan waits for the right opportunity and launches a vile dropkick right into Nightmare’s braced knee! The bad knee can’t take that kind of impact and Nightmare staggers against the ropes, Ethan kicking hard a couple more times at the knee finally sends the Dark Knight down to one knee, he exits the ring thanks to Nightmare being so close, springboards up and leaps off, catching Nightmare and NAILING him with the Ratings Spike! Ethan seems to have this match in hand now as Adam is still trying to gauge just what attempted to kick his face off earlier, Ethan sees Adam is in next to no condition to try to save the match and sets Nightmare up, hooking him in the Ego Stroke, the crowd roaring with boos as Ethan rocks back on that bad knee, Nightmare roaring in pain as he reaches for the ropes. JH: There’s the Ego Stroke, applied perfectly! Nightmare though is using all his strength to try to force a rope break, can he get there?! CM: Break his fucking leg! Put him out of wrestling! Ethan keeps tightening on the hold, putting horrendous pressure on the braced up knee, Nightmare still fighting to reach the ropes until the pain becomes too much for the Dark Knight’s knee to handle, and he’s forced to tap out! *DING DING!* MA: Your winner by submission, The First Wonder of the World, ETHAAAAN ADAMS! Adams lets go of the submission right after the bell rings, Nightmare clutching his bad knee as he rolls out to the floor and is consoled by his fans. Ethan meanwhile is celebrating his victory, pointing down to Ninja and making a belt motion around his waist, until a loud CRACK echoes through the arena and Ethan goes down! JH: What the hell?! CM: Adam Wilson! And where the fuck did he get that stick! Adam Wilson’s standing over him now, kendo stick in hand, pointing the stick threateningly down at EN #2 who just raises the FSC as if to say ‘come and get it!’ right before we cut to commercial. |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 17 2007, 07:41 AM Post #4 |
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CL: And we’re back! JH: Wow, and those were some very…interesting ring entrances. CM: Yea, “wardrobe malfunctions”, flying beer cans, stuff they wouldn’t let us show again in a million years. Although I now see why people will come and watch Roxie dance. CL: Glad I didn’t miss it. Drake stands inside the ring facing his team discussing with them the many reasons why he should start. No one really seems to have much of a problem with this as Drake turns only to come face to arm with a sudden flying clothesline from Jaime Lee. JH: Ouch. I guess it’s clear who’s starting. CL: Wait, Jaime’s team isn’t even settled on the outside yet and she comes barrelling in just like that! Drake is quick to his feet as Jaime grabs hold of his arm and sends him running to the other side of the ring. Upon the rebound, wait there isn’t a rebound as Drake wraps his arms around the top rope. His feet kick out a little as he stops himself rather abruptly. Before he can release himself however, he gets a hard kick in the spine from Ninja who knocks him forward toward the middle of the ring. JH: Nice kick by Extreme Ninja sending Drake back into the action. CL: Why don’t you just ask him out? JH: What? CL: You’re always sucking up to him like he’s the butter to your toast. CM: Ew, too fattening. Drake narrowly avoids a sudden pouncing style spear from Jaime and twists around toward the corner to make a tag. No tag. Well, no one really offers to tag. It could be because in his desperate attempt in—oh you already know where he is by now. KAPOWZA! JH: And Extreme Ninja sends Drake again back into the middle of the ring, this time with a hard jab to the jaw. Drake turns and drops just in time to avoid a sudden collision with Jaime. Using all the desperation he can muster, Drake rolls toward his corner and gets slapped across his bald head by Roxie who doesn’t waste any time entering the ring below the middle rope. Drake sits there watching as Roxie tears into Jaime until someone blocks his vision. Mark Johnson stands above him yelling at him to get out of the ring. A few repeated crescendo “alright”’s later, Drake is outside the ring regaining what composure he’s lost. JH: It’s Jaime Lee and Roxie Galanoochie now inside the ring. CL: Think we’re gonna get number four on the fans voted in most wanted segments? CM: “Fans voted in most wanted segments”? Sounds made up. CL: Whatever! Number four is for these two to finally set aside their differences and just get it on. JH: Can we please go through one Roxie match without you mentioning the fact that she’s a lesbian? CM: It’s still a novelty to Loire. It’s like some new game or something pathetic like that. Roxie backs Jaime into the corner and begins pounding away at her face a few times until she’s finally shoved off by the goldless champion. Upon impact Roxie covers the back of her neck in pain as Jaime sets off to continue the assault. Grabbing a fistful of hair, Jaime brings Roxie over to her own corner where after tagging in Extreme Ninja, sends her running to the other side of the ring. Drake quickly slaps the back of Roxie’s head only causing her more grief as he enters the ring turning away with a smile directed toward the Tanaka Zaibatsu only to be flipped around suddenly. JH: Sunset flip! CL: This won’t get him. [align=center]One! Two! Three![/align] CL: Whoa. You suck there Drake. JH: It was so sudden I don’t think anyone could’ve kicked out. CL: And what about his team mates? They sure weren’t any help. Drake lay there stunned and in disbelief until a familiar sight enters his line of vision. Mark Johnson now again ordering him out of the ring, only this time for a different reason. Look like Daisuke is about to step in and— Before Daisuke can fully enter the ring, Roxie is back up on her feet shoving Daisuke back out. A nice friendly shove though still a little harsh in sending a clear message. Despite her injury she still aims to do better than Jaime. On the other side, Extreme Ninja is ready to tag Patterson in but his hand is caught in mid motion by a more feminine one. Felix? He wishes. It’s actually of Jaime Lee whose ready to continue things with her recently made rival Roxie. CM: Ouch. JH: Huh? CM: Something hit my head. CL: They’re called “thoughts”. New things hurt at first, but you’ll grow to get used to them. CM: No, something literally hit my head. CL: Damn fans and their axes. JH: No, I felt it too. Metal shavings mixed in with dirt? CL: I guess this place wasn’t built to hold such awesomousity as this show. CM: No. Hey!… There’s someone—oh, it’s that person again. HELLO! HOW. ARE. YOU. DO-ING? CL: He’s on the rafters he isn’t stupid. JH: Well… During the little conversation about nothing, Roxie finds herself back in her own corner not of her own accord. This time it’s Mr. Blond who tags himself in and enters the match ready to defend, if anything, Roxie’s honour. Roxie seems a little upset over the sudden display from her current partner and has no choice now but to take to the apron. Blond and Jaime begin circling around slowly until they both move in suddenly. Jaime goes for the tie up but Mr. Blond ducks around it and delivers a forearm to Jaimes back sending her forward a few steps. She doesn’t get very far however as Mr. Blond grabs hold of the top of her skirt and continues lacing in with the forearms clubbing them hard against her back. CL: Are we going to see a second wardrobe malfunction tonight? No malfunction, instead what happens is Jaime uses the fact that Mr. Blond has a grip on her against him by jumping and driving her feet back against his right calf. The sudden impact causes Mr. Blond to release the hold. Jaime is quick to her feet and catches Mr. Blond aside the head with a sudden leg hook DDT. JH: Blood on the dance floor! Jaime quickly follows this up with a pinfall attempt. [align=center]One! Two! Three![/align] CL: What is this? The early nineties? C’mon guys, show a little effort in kicking out, god damn it! Just as Jaime begins to get back up to her feet she’s suddenly blindsided by a sudden axe handle aside her own head. Jaime falls down hard as Roxie readies to possibly finish her off. Grabbing hold of her hips, Roxie brings Jaime back up to her feet only to have them kicked apart. Jaime starts to lean forward but Roxie pulls her back by the hair and uses the other hand to press downward on her lower back. Roxie begins to smile as she relishes in the thought of the next step. JH: Oh my god… Roxie goes for the first thrust but she’s pulled away by Mark who calls Roxie for hair pulling. Roxie screams out as does Jaime who feels a tightening sensation on the top of her head just at the same time of when Mark first pulls the Italian ditz away. Mark looks over his shoulder for a moment as Jaime sits there with a hand placed on the top of her head where the pain now pulsates from the sudden hair pull. CL: What the hell? Lesbian action was about to happen! And it was finally gonna be between Jaime and Roxie! Jaime and Roxie!!! JH: Wait! Shut up for a minute! She’s coming right on her own cue. CL: Who—oh. The amazon of a woman slides into the ring after running down the aisle and catches the Hellcat champion with a giant stomp which Jaime rolls through to get back onto her feet. JH: Looks like Jaime is ready this time. Jaime lunges forward catching the amazon with a sudden forearm across the jaw. Though it really does little damage, Jaime keeps dishing them out. Eventually though, the amazon seems to get tired of this and just shoves Jaime away. That’s when Roxie comes in using the recently fallen Jaime as a spring board to get some height for her front drop kick. It does little more than forcing the amazon to take a couple steps back but by the time Roxie is up to her feet the amazon has fully regained her composure. Roxie now brings out a few chops and kicks trying to do something to the mystery woman but nothing really seems to phase her. The only change in the woman is what she’s watching as Jaime comes in and shoves Roxie aside ready to redeem herself. However Roxie is not just about to let Jaime one up her as she shoves her right back. The two now start bickering but it ends when the woman busts her way through both women with a shoulder block. The woman then grabs hold of both hellcats and raises them off the mat to their feet placing them both against the ropes. Both Roxie and Jaime then feel a hint of togetherness as the amazon crashes right through them again only this time with a clothesline that knocks all three women out of the ring. CL: Wow, she’s like some kind of queen in that ring. Like a…a queen amazon or something. CM: Queen Amazonia? I love her! JH: Right…anyway, it seems that these three aren’t finished. They’re fighting up the ramp. CL: Hey! Mark just disqualified them. It’s not their fault if they got their asses licked. JH: You’re still thinking about what should’ve been, aren’t you? CL: We were just moments away. Mere moments! It’s not fair! Daisuke stands now in his corner suddenly finding himself very alone as he watches the three women fight on the aisle. His attention then turns to the other three who stand watching the same thing. Mark, however, seems just a little relieved that the scuffle is over with and now it’s back to good old fashioned ass kicking. JH: It’s one on three now. How long can Daisuke last? Daisuke is about to find that out as he steps into the ring somewhat ready to compete as Felix does the same. Both men catch each other in the middle of the ring with a sudden collar elbow tie up that’s soon turned into a belly to back tie up as Felix spins around. Daisuke sends a sudden counter elbow but it finds nothing as Felix ducks it and lifts Daisuke up and over with a back body drop. Daisuke lands clenching his teeth as Felix reaches down and lifts him up to a vertical base. Felix doesn’t continue his own assault knowing that Steve would love to dish out some pain just as much. Therefore, he brings Daisuke over to the corner and tags in Steve. Felix then gets in behind Daisuke and readies for a German suplex as Steve takes to the top. Happy Ending which Steve follows up with a pinfall attempt. [align=center]One! Two! Three![/align] No! Daisuke manages to kick his shoulder out as Steve rises up to his knees in disbelief. However, he does seem a little happy about the fact that the match can and will continue. JH: I guess chasing after someone only to find out they’re weak doesn’t really do you good. CL: What are you talking about? How happy was Clubber Lang when he whopped Rocky Balboa? Or Ivan Drago when he practically killed Apollo Creed? JH: Uh… CL: Or Tommy Gunn when he knocked that punk down outside the bar? JH: Listen, all three of those guys ended up getting their butts kicked later on. Tommy got beat three minutes after, Clubber got beat in like a round, and Drago went down like a little pussy bitch. CL: Oh, well those guys suck Chips balls then. Speaking about ball sucking, Hardcore Sex representative Steve Patterson seems on top of the current situation as he continually kicks Daisuke in the head over and over again. It seems all over for the co holder of the tag belts until he suddenly manages to catch a foot and pushes back sending Patterson crashing on his back. Daisuke rises up to his feet a little groggy at first but suddenly spots Patterson to his right and bolts down toward him. He takes him down again with a neckbreaker drop thingie that he follows up with a baseball slide to the outside where he pulls Pattersons’ head out. Daisuke drops an elbow across his throat and pushes him back into the ring proper as he takes a few minutes to recuperate. JH: Daisuke is finally taking hold of this match. Can he keep hold of it? Finished with his little breather session, Daisuke re enters the ring and catches the rising Patterson by the arm. With it, Daisuke sends him running into his own corner hard in such a way that he knocks both Extreme Ninja and Felix off the apron. Upon the turnaround from the impact, Steve finds himself facing a flurry of black as Daisuke dives in behind him. For some reason, Patterson falls to the mat as Daisuke jumps over him and locks in the cross armbreaker. With no one to give him aid and no fight in his legs, Patterson has no choice but to tap out with his free arm. JH: What the hell? How did Patterson just fall? CL: He was in the ring with another guy, it just came naturally. To answer this question, Daisuke leans over the fallen Patterson and pulls out a couple of needles which, coincidentally, lie behind each knee. Daisuke places the needles back and turns around just in time to catch a shining wizard-esque kick to the temple knocking him down. Ninja then drop down for a sudden pin. [align=center]One! Two! Three![/align] JH: Ninja has just pinned Daisuke and we have a winning team! Extreme Ninja takes his leave of the ring as Felix slides into the ring to check on Patterson. His little check ends abruptly as four rejects in the form of Graver, Gabriel, Phyllis, and Colbert take to the ring and surround the three. Felix rushes forward toward Gabriel knocking him down with a sudden flying forearm. The other three rejects rush in to aid their partner by stomping hard upon Felix’s back. Graver is the first to turn his attention away as he turns toward Daisuke lifting him up. Suddenly, Daisuke gabs hold of his hand and spins around before bringing him over the shoulder slamming him hard against the mat. Though it isn’t the slam that Graver screams in anguish over, it’s the fact that his hand was broken in the impact of the spinning that gets his attention. Phyllis readies to avenge his fallen physical leader lacing a forearm clubbing Daisuke across the back of the neck. JH: What the hells going on? Mark! Do something! Mark stands there not really sure what to do or who to stop first as a new face slides into the ring. That face being Mr. Blond who kicks in the back of Phyllis’ knee. Gabriel rises back to his feet only to come into contact with Steve Patterson now as Felix forces his way back to a vertical base despite efforts made against that from Phyllis. All the while, Mark continues to try and restore some kind of order to this mayhem in the ring. An all out brawl now breaks out and soon it spills outside of the ring. Though the change of area doesn’t really do much to stop the eight as they continually fight back against the Rejects. As this goes on, Mark checks up on Gravers hand. CL: Wow. Careful what you wish for, eh? |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 17 2007, 07:44 AM Post #5 |
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MA: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall, the Two on One Dog Collar Grudge Match!!! The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] MA: Introducing first, from Leamington Spa, England, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Eight pounds; This. Is. EEEEEEELLLLRRRIIIIIIICCCCKKKK!!!!! …The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. [align=center]Without warning the lights cut out and plunge the arena into darkness, a few fans jeer and a few even scream. Static white noise fills the sound system and grows louder, and louder until it is nearing unbearable to human ears to withstand it. Gradually it morphs and changes, sounding more like a growl of some thing inhuman than mere white noise. It is then that the select few dark tinted blue lights shine and scan the arena slowly as if attempting to spot some one or some thing within the crowd. This is the year where hope fails you The test subjects run the experiments And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate But cohesive is possible if we strive There’s no reason, there’s no lesson No time like the present, telling you right now What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose Except your soul Who's with us?! An explosion of flames erupts from the stage and along the path, and even the four turnbuckles are engulfed in it. The dark blue lights glide across the crowd and head towards a single point, they all come down onto the entrance stage at the same time. I am the bad one, Distant and cruel one, I am the dream that, Keeps you running down, With distraction, Violent reaction, Scars of my actions, Watch me running out, MA: And his opponents; from Komachi City, Japan and The Alleys of New York City respectively; Accompanied by and Representing The Rejects; at a combined weight of Five Hundred and Seventy Nine Pounds… Kiyoshi NAKAHATA and CRAAAAAAAACKKKEEEEEEEERRRRRRJAAAAAAAAAACCCKK!!!! Spurts of flames explode and grow amongst this burning inferno and then it happens, figures begin to appear and they are rising from beneath the stage! Seven white hooded figures stand in a semi-circle, a massive masked man with red hair standing near the smallest. One of the two in the near holds in it’s hands handle bars of a wheel chair, where a man sits in it with a dark expression on his face. The flames and the blue lights dancing with each other, casting shades and shadows on all nine of them. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects It is the largest of the hooded cloak figures that is the first to move, walking over to the one closest to the center with the wheel chair. Gently he takes the handle bars and moves Victor Daniels forward on the stage until they reach the stairs to the walk way. With ease the big man scoops up the wheel chair off of the ground and carries Daniels down the steps and then sets him back down afterwards. The other six and the massive masked man walk through the flames that lick at their clothes, looking like they are coming from the depths of Hell itself. Yeah, I am the brains, Some say insane, Blood is the rain, That's what life's about, In the great wide, Head split and tongue tied, Watch the sun die, When you're running out, Younger fans remain in a hushed state and look on fearfully at the flames and the men walking through them while the older fans curse the group. Silently they maneuver through the flames and down the path way one at a time, and filter around ringside from there. The largest of the white cloaked figures leaves Daniels in the care of the red headed masked man and with a nod turns away from them. In unison the seven cloaked men leap up, landing on the apron in a kneeled position on all sides of the ring. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects Like wayward souls the blue lights mimic the cloaked ones, moving down the path way one by one until they stop in the center of the ring. Each of the white hooded cloaked figures steps into the ring just as another explosion of flames occurs from the turnbuckles. The two smallest move towards the turnbuckles closest to the hard camera and the two medium sized cloaked figures move towards the ropes, getting up on the middle one. While the two larger ones stand in the center of the ring with the one that was actually holding the wheel chair as the music blares through the arena. Yeah I am the knuckle, Bow down and buckle, Hold your breath, Your world is running down, Live for the family, Die with the family, All is the family, My gun is running out, Once again in unison the right hand of each of them comes up to their hoods and pull them back altogether. That unveils the two on the turnbuckles as Phyllis Bathory and Graver, the two balancing on the second rope as Colbert Tottington and Gabriel. The two nearest the one in the center are none other than Crackerjack and Kiyoshi Nakahata, folding their arms over their chests. With the one in the very center’s pure white void like eyes belonging to the self proclaimed “Light of FIW”, Onikage. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. Graver and Phyllis, Colbert and Gabriel all hop off their respected perches and fall into the center, all seven of them standing in a row. They all stare out at the fans in attendance as they are jeered and the music attempts to be heard over the reaction of the fans. Each one of their white cloaks glows eerily within the dark lights and the flames surrounding them as they stand there like statues. Like a row of dominos they all bow their heads one by one and as they do the flames gradually die out and the blue lights fade in exchange for the normal lights. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects… The Devil’s Rejects… Finally the music dies out and leaves only the jeers to shower the Rejects in, that they all ignore sans Onikage. Who just smiles out at the fans, waving to them like he genuinely likes each and every one of them by some strange twist of fate. Eventually he stops and the faction huddles, talking amongst themselves for what waits ahead for them. Hardly paying attention at the moment to any thing that is going on around them, and their comrades at ringside.[/align] With Rejects’ entourage clearing out of the ring, it’s time to start getting the chains sorted out, all three men are connected together; Kiyoshi still with his coat on, as he takes a seat, cross-legged between the two Nemeses. Speaking of which, as The Truth waves his hand over the collars to fasten them [because keys and straps are for the rubes,] Elrick and Crackerjack are trying incinerate each other by focussing their hatred through their eyes. [align=center]Ba-Ding!!![/align] JH: And we’re away, three of the Premier Heavyweight Wrestle- CM: Hang on, Crackerjack isn’t so much a wrestler as, I dunno, a Bowel Wrenching Engine of Destruction JH: You get my point though, right? Before the dove can even escape our Magician Referee’s hands, the two are at each other’s throats, in Crackerjack’s case, his hands are literally at Elrick’s throat, trying to shove him back for an early attempt at the Whiplash, until Elrick punches him in the face and drives him to the corner, and gives him a few shoulder charges to the gut. The Truth calls for the break, but unsurprisingly, he doesn’t get it. It falls to the White Haired One to stand up and pull on the chain around his neck to get Elrick out of the corner. Seeming to shrug off anything that even resembles pain, Crackerjack steams out of the corner and forearms the back of Elrick’s head as he turns around to Nakahata. JH: This isn’t right! This is descending into a plain beat-down! CM: Two Words: Handicap Match. CL: Besides, this is Elrick we’re talking about, who’s currently waiting resume hostilities in a promotion very dear to my heart. He could waste this dump and still terrorise my very own Neo-Neo-Neo Gothic Industrial Wrestling. JH: Nice plug, Captain Subtle. CM: I think you missed a Neo out there somewhere. With our cheap plug for the evening used up, back to the Elrick Stomping. Still, most of the violence is coming from Crackerjack, in the form of massive and repeated stomping on Elrick’s chest and gut, to which Kiyoshi sits down and looks on. It falls to the referee to call Jack off to administer a 10-count against Elrick, but no sooner than he’s torn away [mostly through threat of being pecked by a Disqualification Pigeon after a count of 5,] Is Elrick stumbling after him, swinging wildly. JH: This is the Never Say Die spirit that FIW embodies, and needs to overcome the tyranny of the Rejects. CM: Kiyoshi doesn’t exactly strike me as being tyrannical CL: He actually looks pretty serene. He’s certainly more serene that Elrick’s currently being treated. A few clubbing blows to the back puts paid to Elrick’s comeback. At least it does for all of a micro-second. The Career Killer taps out the ankle of the Monster and sets about getting a decent mounted position to rain furious vengeance down from the sky. CL: As Scientific and Methodical as Chip Martin trying to find a date. I love it. CM: I do too… Hey wait! I’m cool and discerning, dammit! The struggle for supremacy takes the two blood rivals to the ropes. In sharp contrast to the yank from earlier, Kiyoshi gives the chain a gentle tug to get Elrick’s attention as he rises. A nod from the Saviour is enough to convince Crackerjack to leave the two go at it for a moment, as they circle each other, Elrick breathing hard, and favouring his abdomen. Elrick takes the initiative with a knee-lift, but the Judo Senshi catches that, and drops him! [align=center]One![/align] Not really a cover as much a trip and landing on top; Kiyoshi goes straight for the far arm and a Chickenwing Armlock across Elrick’s body. The newly crowned Extreme Underdog does a valiant job of holding it off, but a heavy knee strike into the ribs creates enough of an opening to get it on. Not much actual wrenching follows from Kiyoshi, as all he has to do is just reach out, twisting the arm as he does. Elrick’s fish impression seems to be working though, creating separation between him and his opponent, and working his way back to his feet. CM: Wow, Onikage must have that beast brainwashed pretty good if he can stay him like this. JH: I don’t think that’s it. As much as he hates Elrick, Crackerjack would, it seems, prefer to keep his blood feud out of the harsh arena lights, and the media circus contained therein. CL: Just stick to watching the pretty throws, Chip. So the personal is kept personal, and the professional is left with Kiyoshi, it seems. With Elrick back to his feet, there is but one thing left for the true Judoka to do: a throw over the hip; and with Elrick’s arm twisted free as he goes. From here, we go to a Jujigatame, from which Elrick flatly refuses to go for the ropes to break. CL: True Manly Pride or Ultra Masochism? You decide. Wailing away with the fists, Elrick has to once more struggle free, this time, taking Kiyoshi up with him! Of course, 120 kilo of Yeti is no easy thing to lift, especially when he’s trying to break your arm, but Elrick managed it, for a second. The powerbomb that follows pretty much shakes him loose, and the Career Killer collapses on top for the cover… [align=center]One! Two!! NOOO!!![/align] In fact, Kiyoshi counters with his old favourite, the Sankakujime! With the legs around the throat, Elrick has a harder job to even stay conscious. This task is made even harder by Hurricane Elbow sweeping through town and into his face! JH: Good Sweet Christ!!! Face-Melting Impact right there!!! CL: He decked him so hard, he managed to drag the Yeti up with him! CM: Not for long though, in fact, that drop couldn’t have been good for Kiyoshi’s neck. Gasping in both fresh air, and the roar of a crowd begging him to take one more step, Elrick rises/is dragged to his feet with a howl, and headbutts Crackerjack between the eyes! Fresh after a choking, a Press Slam lift for the Smash Mouth Driver might be a tall order, but getting up for a Fireman’s Carry isn’t hard, and in true anime style, he screams out the name of the alternative move: [align=center]WHIIIIIIIPLAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHHH[/align] CM Luckily that big cuddly bear was there to cushion his fall from that, other wise, that might have done some damage! JH: I think even with Nakahata Crash Mat, that elevated Lariat must have hurt! Smelling blood, Elrick moves in to lock Crackerjack in a Chain Assisted Cobra Clutch pre-requisite for the Pain Killer. With one arm trapped, and the other almost in position, Elrick screams at Jack, informing him of his imminent submission. He should know better than to wind up Crackerjack though. Channelling the Spirit of Shuji Kondo, Crackerjack hurls him over his head, and as Elrick tries to get back to his feet and regain his balance, minces him with the Kosaga!!! CM Sweet Zombie Jesus! BONECRACKER!!! I call dibs on the first shard of rib to poke through! JH: Can’t anyone stop this? CL: Well, he can… But I really don’t think that’s what you mean, since that mask doesn’t seem to do his sunny disposition any favours… “He” in this case refers to Kiyoshi Nakahata, and “that mask” refers to the bloodstained remains of XK’s mask. With one hand on his neck, and the other on the ropes, he hauls himself up at the sight of it, and rounds on Elrick, who with one free hand is attempting to stave off the inevitable by pounding Crackerjack in the face. [align=center]”Please Don’t Tap! Please Don’t Tap![/align] With each round of the chant, the blows to the masked monster get harder, and with each increasing punch, the chant gets louder. I can tell you now that Elrick doesn’t tap, nor will he in this match. The Truth has something to say about closed fists, but no-one can hear him. Least of all, Kiyoshi Nakahata who walks through him to wrap one arm around the victim’s throat… JH: WHITE HOLE SLAM!!! OUT OF THE BONECRACKER?!?!?! CL: Yep, Here’s the Dojime Sleeper. JH: ELRICK STILL FIGHTS ON!!! EVEN NOW AS CRACKERJACK DRIVES THE CHAIN TO HIS STERNUM WITH HIS KNEES!!! [align=center]”Please Don’t Tap! Please Don’t Tap![/align] [align=center]DINGDINGDING!!![/align] JH: *Gasps for Air* MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, The Truth has called a halt to this contest, your winners, by TKO; Kiyoshi and Crackerjack; The REEEEJEEEECCCTTSSSSS!!!! Right on cue, Kiyoshi lets go, and calls for the referee to remove his collar, oblivious to the scene on the floor, where an unconscious Elrick is still being mauled. Onikage enters the ring with a present for Crackerjack: a set of Ring Steps. With a resounding clang, Jack puts them to good use, leaving Kiyoshi to just hop off the apron. JH: The match is over, but is there anything left of Elrick?!?!?! CL: Not if Long, Tall and Ugly over there as anything to do with it… Oh what’s wrong now? [align=center]I’mma Kick Yo’ Ass!!![/align] CM Well, everything’s wrong. First, he misses out the words “going to” CL: Get with the times; it’s how all the co- JH: It’s Grant Rice, and he has a friend!!! REDRUM!!! And while Chip complains, Rice parades his un-usable chair, complete with glass. With a roar, Jack turns right into it, chips of glass, drops of blood, and even a fragment of mask being dispersed! JH, CL & CM: … Crackerjack stays on his feet after the first shot, stunning the world into silence. A second, harder shot forces him a step back, and it’s an unprecedented third shot, at full tilt that finally drops him to his backside. JH: What have we just witnessed…? I don’t believe it… He’s still sitting up… CM *Wincing:* Not after that one, another one… Full speed… No chance to even look up at it… CL: Good Sweet Constance, a River Blood, a Carnival of Violence! A Ver- JH: … Conse, the match is over… Grant Rice’s music plays as he helps Elrick to his feet. Elrick pushes him away at first, confusing Rice at first. Elrick however wants to stand up himself, and despite clutching his ribs, and breathing deep, he manages it. Only then does he fall into Grant Rice, as Kiyoshi and Onikage help drag Crackerjack away… Backstage and the camera is looking at a shocking sight, Xtreme Kitten's locker room door wide open. On the couch paying no attention to the camera sits the Dual Crown champion wearing: blue and grey flannel pyjama pants and a white singlet. Kitten looks like he just woke up: he is hair a mess, his eyes barely open and a slight look of anger. Kitten lifts a mobile phone to his ear and look quickly changes to a slight smile. XK: Hey old man... interrupting preparation? Kinda did.... you woke me up. There is a sound of a crack in the distance and the sound of something hitting the floor, the camera stays on Kitten because surely noises are common in the backstage area of arena events. XK: How's Energio going with the students?... Yeah I know he's different then us but so are most of the others... I am?... No I didn't even know we were going to Mexico... Really? Kitten's slight happiness turns to complete excitement. XK: It'll be a dream come true... No I don't know who I'll be facing at Violence Fetish but I promise I'll give everyone a show they'll love... Of course I have to survive Shaun Wilson's challenge to make it. Kitten looks at the camera immediately and breaks out in hysterical laughter. XK: BAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ah, challenge, cracks me up... Kitten's attention drifts from the camera XK: Yeah I'll visit when we get there, I'll get you all in for the show... Front row? Come on old man, I'm great but I fall short of performing miracles, I'm not god, I'd be surprised if there are seats left with me on the card. Kitten smiles XK: I look forward to seeing you but I have to get back my prep, heh yeah, bye. Xtreme Kitten press the end call button as he gets up from the couch, he walks over to the door and stares at the camera. XK: Can I help you? [align=center]SLAM![/align] Knowing he wont get an answer Kitten impolitely shuts the door just after asking the question. ???: Hey! Hey! Are you okay? The camera turns to show one of the generic worker guys from last week checking on someone on the floor down the hall. The camera moves closer and it is obvious the person on the floor is Graver laying in vomit probably his own, vomit? How'd that noise not get the attention of the camera? Worker Guy #2: We need some help! Does Worker Guy #2 not notice the camera? Because the camera doesn't seem to pay him much mind as it turns away something else grabbing at its attention. Down an off shoot hallway between Xtreme Kitten's locker room and Graver stands the white hoodie figure from last week, face completely covered, on the front of the hoodie is a smear what looks like the vomit Graver is laying in. |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 17 2007, 07:45 AM Post #6 |
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A low feedback buzzes through the speakers before 'Up Here' crashes into the system, bringing the crowd to their feet as Kennedy steps through the curtain, clad in a custom referee top. She moves to the end of the stage, rebounding slightly and raising both arms into the air, gazing out at the fans in attendance. She makes her way towards the ring, stopping halfway to acknowledge the crowd‘s reaction for her. MA: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome your special guest referee for the upcoming contest… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! JH: You have to wonder what’s going through Kennedy’s head here tonight. Placed in the center of this heated feud between Prime and Hutch. CL: Placed? She’s been the focal point of it all along. Her position in this match is eerily fitting. CM: I’m not wondering about that. I’m wondering where she got that referee shirt. I wonder why Tony Clarke doesn’t wear a midriff top. He’s totally got the abs for it. Reaching the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope and immediately bounds to her feet. She moves to the ropes, raising an arm into the air in acknowledgement of her fans. Spinning around, she moves to the opposite set of ropes and repeats the process before taking a neutral position in the ring. Hands on her hips, she awaits the match participants’ arrivals. [align=center]The driving guitar riffs of Mick Jagger's "God Gave Me Everything I Want" hit the arena, and golden spotlights start to whiz around the audience and across the ringside area. The crowd pop as the lights on the stage start to pulse with white and gold, and a silhouette of a man appears in the entrance way. As Mick Jagger shouts "God Gave Me Everything I Want" for the first time, the silhouette is hit by a spotlight, and steps forward, throwing the hood of his sweatshirt backward, and tilting his head back and his arms out to the sides in his trademark pose, Hutch basks in the crowd's reaction.[/align] MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Newcastle, England, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… He is HUUUUTTTTCCCHHHHH!!! JH: This man just may be the most egotistical man on the roster. And trust me, he has a LOT of competition in that department these days. CM: I don’t think he’s egotistical. He’s just a downright liar! [align=center]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, winking and blowing a mock-kiss to Kennedy before readying himself for his opponent.[/align] JH: Judging by the look she’s giving, I’d say Kennedy isn’t exactly enamored by Hutch’s advances. But what else is new? CM: She was completely enamored with me before the show. But that’s not new. JH: No, just a huge lie. Kind of like that you accuse Hutch of doing. 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 aforementioned 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... MA: And the opponent… hailing from San Diego, California and weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds… He is the Evolution of Excellence… PPPRRRRIIIIMMMMME!!! CM: Or as I like to call him: woman-beater! JH: Prime is not a woman-beater! CM: Ask Xtreme Kitten about that and he’ll probably tell you differently. In fact, I’m sure he’ll add a lot more names to the mix. [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. Kennedy calls both men into the center of the ring, where Hutch hops into place with a grin on his face. With dark glare in his eyes, Hutch steps into the center of the ring, never taking that piercing gaze off of Hutch and his weasely grin. Kennedy takes the time to explain all the No Holds Barred rules to both competitors but neither seem to be paying her any attention. While Prime boils with rage, Hutch seems to enjoy only making it worse. DING-DING JH: There’s the bell and you have to wonder what the hell Hutch’s strategy is here. I don’t think it’s wise to piss Prime off anymore than he already is. Prime moves in for the starting attack, only for Hutch to side step and STOMP on Prime’s knee! Prime drops to one knee, grasping his knee and howling out in pain. Hutch backs off the ropes and NAILS Prime upside the head with a straight kick that takes him down. JH: And there’s Hutch’s strategy! Going for that same knee that the Rejects dismantled a few weeks back. Why am I not surprised? CL: I don’t see anything wrong with the strategy. If the knee isn’t healed, he should expect it to be a target. Simple as. Kennedy moves in to check that Prime is okay to continue to compete on his knee but Hutch pushes himself between the two, knocking Kennedy back a step or two. Ignoring the looks from Kennedy, Hutch boots Prime right in the face a second time! From there, Hutch drops to the canvas and clamps his hand around Prime’s thick neck. Prime kicks his feet and swings his arms as Hutch cuts off his oxygen with a blatant chokehold! JH: What the hell?! That’s a choke! He’s choking him! CL: No holds barred, Hitchen. JH: And that extends to CHOKING someone?! CM: Ask Kennedy. She’s the referee. Mmm, what a referee. Hutch grins from ear to ear as Kennedy drops to the canvas, unable to call for a break as Prime continues to suffocate on the canvas. Kennedy yells for Hutch to release the choke but with no authority to force the release of the hold, Hutch continues to grin smugly. He does, however, offer Prime a way out. He yells for Prime to tap out. JH: Oh, he wants Prime to tap out. Can you believe this guy? CM: A man I hate is choking another man I hate. I’m so conflicted. CL: Don’t forget that many people believe Prime and Kennedy did the nasty. CM: Kill him, Hutch! JH: *sigh* Kennedy goes as far as to nudge Hutch in an effort to get him to release the deadly hold but Hutch refuses to relent… that is, until a “throbbing paw” shoots up and wraps around his throat! Hutch’s eyes bulge and Kennedy falls back in surprise as Prime puts a very legal choke on Hutch! CM: Illegal! That’s a choke! JH: Okay, do you have to be so blatantly hypocritical? Prime climbs to his feet all while keeping his large hand wrapped around Hutch’s throat. He draws Hutch in close to his face, letting Hutch see the hate in his eyes before Prime LIFTS HIM UP AND SLAMS HIM DOWN WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!! JH: Look at the power of Prime! CL: Don’t blow your load yet, Hitchen. It’s the first big move of the match. I know how you like your men big. CM: Ew! What’s wrong with you, Hitchen? Prime gets back to his feet, limping slightly on his knee but effortlessly drags Hutch up off the canvas into a standing position before shoving him back into the turnbuckle. Prime opens up on Hutch with a flurry of blows that leave Hutch bouncing around in the turnbuckle like a rag doll. Prime grabs Hutch by the wrist and sends him crashing into the opposite turnbuckle. Prime races in after him with a powerful shoulder tackle… that only meets the ring post as Hutch throws his feet up on the ropes. Hutch rolls down Prime’s back and rolls him up with a school boy! CL: Hutch showing his agility to combat that power Hitchen is jerking off to. JH: I am not! [align=center]ONE! TWO![/align] JH: Hutch has the tights! Kennedy spots Hutch holding Prime’s tights and refuses to count. Hutch yells out his frustration over Kennedy making such a big deal out of a teensy little rule. Prime gets to his feet, ducking under Hutch in the process and lifting the MVP up over his shoulder! Prime steps around the ring, carrying Hutch’s entire weight over his shoulder. But Hutch squirms until he slides down Prime’s back, rolling him up with a sunset flip! JH: Good call by Kennedy. CM: Hutch has another cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!![/align] Hutch grabs a hold of the ropes, immediately ceasing Kennedy’s count. Hutch yells for Kennedy to keep counting as Prime struggles to get out of the tight position he’s in. Kennedy demands Hutch release the ropes but again, he doesn’t listen. So Kennedy kicks his hands, causing him to release the ropes and Prime to shove him backwards out of the pinning attempt! JH: Hutch is trying to break every possible rule here tonight. You have to give it up to Kennedy. She seems to have Hutch’s ways scouted here tonight. CM: Oh, I’d give it all up to Kennedy if she’d let me. JH: Could we call this match, please? An aggravated Hutch jumps to his feet and points accusingly at Kennedy for her actions. Kennedy simply points to the FIW logo on her referee shirt and explains to Hutch that he can’t use the ropes to assist in a pinfall. Hutch balls his fists up, ready to throw a fit when he turns around… AND DIVES ASIDE! CM: HOLY SHIT! JH: GOOD GOD! Hutch moved aside at the last possible second! CM: Woman-beater. Hutch bolts aside just as Prime’s hulking figure comes flying in and BEHEADS KENNEDY WITH A MONSTEROUS CLOTHESLINE! Prime stares wide-eyed down at Kennedy’s lifeless body, his mouth dropping open in shock. He bends down to check on her AND GETS A LOW BLOW FROM BEHIND BY HUTCH! JH: GOD DAMMIT! Hutch with an illegal low blow! CM: I thought it was no holds barred. JH: Right. A low blow does not constitute a hold. Prime drops to the canvas, holding the family jewels while Hutch’s infamous grin returns to his face. He taps his temple as if to show everyone how he’s the smartest man on the planet. More of that arrogance, or flat-out lies like Chip claims. Hutch eyes his incapacitated opponent but also sees the referee unable to make any kind of pin count… or call any illegal activity. IDEA! Hutch gets that crafty look in his eyes and immediately bolts from the ring. JH: What the hell is he doing out here? CL: Isn’t it obvious? On the outside, Hutch knocks Timmy the Timekeeper out of his seat and takes it for himself. But no, not to sit in. That’d be silly. Hutch folds the chair up and saunters back into the ring with it in hand. He slams it onto the canvas a couple times before stalking Prime with a vicious glint in his eyes. JH: For God’s sake! This match is no holds barred, not no disqualification! CL: No referee means no rules. CM: And it’s Prime’s fault there’s no referee. He just can’t help but beat a woman. It’s sick, I tell you. With the help of the ropes Prime pulls himself to his feet, still stinging from the illegal shot to a very sensitive area. He stands tall, takes a deep breath and turns around into A CHAIRSHOT… that he ducks! The momentum of the miss turns Hutch around in a complete circle before Prime BOOTS THE CHAIR INTO HUTCH’S FACE! CM: ILLEGAL! He just hit Hutch with a steel chair! JH: Correction, Hutch brought the chair into the ring and it happened to get in the way of Prime’s Shotgun signature. CM: You’re bending and twisting things into Prime’s favor! Stop it! JH: Pot, kettle, Chip. Prime kicks the chair away, dragging Hutch’s limp form off the canvas with both hands wrapped around his throat. With no effort shown at all on Prime’s part, he lifts Hutch onto his shoulders and DRILLS HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A KNEELING POWERBOMB! JH: THE AUTHORITY BOMB! That has to be all! CL: No one to count the fall. It’s true. Unfortunately Prime is left covering Hutch’s lifeless form with no one making the count. That would be because Prime laid Kennedy out… again. He quickly remembers and turns his attention back towards FIW’s Leading Lady. He crawls over to her on his knees, lifting her head off the canvas just as she starts to recover from his clothesline. She jerks away when she realizes who it is that’s holding her. Prime immediately starts apologizing for yet another accident but Kennedy pulls herself up by the ropes and rubs her sore neck while completely ignoring his apologies. CM: Someone get that woman-beater away from Kennedy before he hits her again! JH: Would you shut up?! It was purely an accident. CL: Kennedy doesn’t seem so sure anymore. While Prime continues to swear it was a complete accident, Kennedy’s eyes travel towards Hutch laid out and the steel chair laying a few feet away from him. She points to the chair and then questions Prime on what it’s doing in the ring. Prime immediately denies whatever she’s thinking, pointing down to insist Hutch brought it into the ring. Kennedy snatches up the chair and discards it from the ring, unaware of Hutch stirring in the ring. CM: And now she’s seeing that Prime cheated! Ha! Cheaters never win. JH: She’s seeing the steel chair HUTCH brought into the ring and attempted to use illegally after an illegal low blow. While Prime continues to defend his case, vowing he’s anything but a cheater… or a woman beater, Hutch plans his move. He charges full speed at Prime, who ducks his clothesline, traps Hutch’s arm and yanks him into a full nelson! Hutch starts kicking his feet wildly as Prime locks in the submission! JH: Full nelson submission now applied! CM: That really needs a name. Like… Primal Hug. Since he seems to love Primal Love so much. Or so I’ve heard. JH: Name or not, it’s a very painful submission hold. Hutch tries every trick in the book he can think of. Kicking his feet wildly, pulling his arms together in an attempt to slip out, but nothing gets him any results. Prime tightens the hold jerking Hutch from side to side as he screams out in pain. CM: Come on, Hutch! You can get out of that. You’re not a woman, he might let you get out of this alive! Kennedy gets in Hutch’s face, asking if he wants to give up but Hutch shakes his head. Prime grits his teeth as he tightens the hold even more, slinging Hutch from side to side. Hutch howls out as he throws his legs out, wrapping them around the ropes. CM: HE’S GOT THE ROPES! HE’S GOT THE ROPES! JH: Doesn’t matter. No rope break in no holds barred! Hutch yells for Prime to let go by Kennedy shakes her head no and continuing to ask Hutch if he taps out. Hutch screams out in a mixture of frustration and pain before finally signaling a tap out! DING-DING-DING! Kennedy calls for the bell and then finally orders Prime to release the hold. Prime drags Hutch out of the ropes, keeping him locked up in the hold until his music sounds out of the speakers. Prime drops Hutch, letting him fall like a brick to the canvas. MA: Here is your winner via submission… PPPPPRRRRRIIIIIIMMMME!!! JH: Well, if you ask me, the right man won tonight. CM: Bullshit! Neither men are worthy of Kennedy! JH: The fight wasn’t even for Kennedy! CM: Oh, then I don’t care who won. Kennedy grabs Prime’s wrist and raises his arm up in victory. Prime glances over towards Kennedy, the two sharing a rather awkward glance before Kennedy releases his arm and allows him to celebrate on his own. She turns to leave… and bumps into Hutch. He glares down at Kennedy, yelling about how his feet were in the ropes. Kennedy argues that it’s no holds barred but Hutch isn’t the least bit happy with that excuse. JH: And Hutch is complaining. Surprising much? CL: He’s not just complaining. He’s fucking pissed at Kennedy. That’s new. CM: Well, she did chose the woman-beater over him. I’d be pissed too. Hutch yells out that he was screwed by Kennedy and makes a move to do something about it, but Prime immediately asserts himself into the situation. Hutch backs off and grumbles his frustration before bailing from the ring. He glares back at both Prime and Kennedy, pointing at the “Manster” while promising that it isn’t over. JH: Well Hutch is not happy but who cares? Prime gets his victory over Hutch and even keeps Hutch from laying his hands on Kennedy. CM: So not only is he a woman-beater, but he’s possessive. Interesting. JH: Enough early. |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 17 2007, 07:46 AM Post #7 |
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CL: I have no particular favorite in this one, I just think it’s bullshit Graver’s arm was injured. JH: His own fault, Liam now just has something to go for. CM: Cheat you mean? Typical British person. CL: Ex boyfriend British? It’s ok Chip don’t hide, come out. [align=center]Work it, Make It, Do It, Makes Us, HARDER BETTER FASTER STRONGER![/align] The arena lights dim. Several different coloured disco/club-style lights project different shapes onto the members of the crowd. They weave their way around the eager wrestling fans, as two of the lights form a white spot at the entrance. From the back, Liam steps out into the spot, head down at his feet but his body facing towards the crowd. His loyal fans cheer wildly, his haters boo to their hearts content and those that are apathetic do what they do best. After a few moments Liam looks up and around at the crowd, with a beaming smile before heading down the steps and walking down the aisle towards the ring. MA: The following match is a trials series match! First hailing from Cheltenham, England, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds! LLLLIIIAAAMMMM MMMOOORRRTTTEELLLLLL!!!! He slaps the hands of the fans that are close enough, even shaking a few of the more eager fan’s hands, before ascending the steps up to the apron. Liam turns towards the audience and gives an even larger smile, complete with a ‘thumbs up’, and then steps into the ring. He walks around for the ring quickly, surveying the canvas for any foreign objects, before running into one set of ropes, rebounding into the opposite set, then doing the same for the other two sets of ropes. He stops, as his music fades and the lights return to their normal state. JH: Liam looking VERY determined. CM: To lose? Which will happen? Least he’s honest. CL: Not that I’m anyway biased, but he’s gonna get fucked up, bloodied up then might as well say messed up. JH: Graver with the bad arm isn’t going to have much of a chance I believe. CL: You’re an idiot. 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. [align=center] 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. CM: See the man’s fine Jonathon. JH: Then why is he holding his arm in pain? CL: Called faking someone out, like you with all your “girl friends”. Liam warms himself up in the corner with a few stretches as Graver in his corner seems to be in some discomfort with his right arm, but as he tries to shake it off, Logan Black calls for the ring bell and the match begins. Liam wastes no time as he charges at Graver, catching him offline and leaps into a shoulder block, right into Graver’s right shoulder making him reel into the corner,. Holding his arm, Liam doesn’t stop though as he stands and fires some forearms into Graver’s head, who’s stuck in the corner as Liam turns and shouts to the crowd “COME ON!” turning back though, he gets a thumb to the eye, making him reel back. CL: Ha! Awesome, he rocks. JH: Underhanded tactics as always. CM: If they work, and win, why not? Graver thinking he has the advantage comes out of the corner, grabbing Liam’s hair, but Liam seems to react as he grabs Graver’s arm, then SNAPS him over from behind with a modified arm drag, really snapping him down with some power, connecting into the canvas and then keeping the arm hooked, Liam wrenches away, having Logan check on Graver as Liam doesn’t hold it in very long, but still enough to cause Graver a large amount of pain. JH: Beautifully done there by Liam. CM: Graver’s just playing possum, you’ll see, he won’t lose to a Brit. CL: That’d be career killing in itself. JH: With how Liam’s going, he will be defeated by a Brit. Liam then stands, before raising Graver up too, who’s right arm now seems to be in much worse shape, but that doesn’t stop Liam who goes for a Irish whip, but instead has it reversed then on the way back gets a elbow to his gut making him double over, but Liam being aware seems ready as Graver goes for the Reject driver, but his arm hasn’t the power and as Liam lands back on his feet, he NAILS! Graver right on the jaw with a open palm strike, making Graver reel into the ropes. CM: A bitch slap? Come on. JH: It’s called a open palm strike, but it’s funny knowing you know what a bitch slap is. CL: Ask his mom, I’m sure she slapped him like a bitch until he was 25, 26. Liam shakes his head, just trying to get himself stable after the little scare previously, he moves towards Graver, grabbing Graver’s arm and wrapping it around the top rope before pulling away, using underlining tactics but really working as Graver roars in pain, Logan makes him stop… CM: CHEATER! …Liam releases as Graver holds his arm in pain, it really seems to be giving him problems as Liam moves back and then delivers a picture perfect dropkick to the arm making Graver stumble into the corner holding his arm as Liam stands to his feet and seems to get a crowd reaction. JH: Beautifully dropkick delivered there. CM: No it would have been better if Graver did it to him. CL: Graver doesn’t kick, he smashes your face in you idiot. Liam then goes back into attack, not giving Graver chance to even breath as he runs and charges with a shoulder thrust, he shoulder thrust making Graver reel out of the corner holding his gut, but in doing so he’s grabbed in a front chancery, in doing so Liam then lifts and as he does lift Graver in a suplex, he then swings back and DRIVES! Graver into the canvas with a side effect! Liam doesn’t make a cover instead he seems to grab Graver’s injured arm. JH: Liam isn‘t covering him? CM: Too scared I’m sure. CL: No, he’s got him for a re… As Conse seems to speak, it makes Liam grab Graver injured arm, wrap it around Graver’s throat and then begins to choke him with it as he scissors Graver’s body, really wrenching away as Graver really, really looks in some serious pain, Liam keeps wrenching away as Logan asks Graver does he submit. JH: ATC! CL: Graver won’t tap. CM: He can’t surely. Liam keeps wrenching and wrenching, really being merciless before Graver has no choice but to tap! Liam doesn’t seem to program though as he keeps the hold in as Logan calls for the bell. [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] CL: That’s bullshit! JH: No it’s a tap out actually. CM: Shut up, smart ass! Liam finally releases the hold and then stands as EMT’s rush to the ring, looking over Graver, Logan raises Liam’s arm though as Michael comes over the sound waves… MA: YOUR winner! VIA SUBMISSION! LLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAMMMM MOOOORRRTTTTEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!! Liam makes his leave from the ring, the fans really happy about his win as he leaves the camera’s view, it goes back to Graver being looked over, that all ends as the camera cuts to the commentary desk, more so Conse looking quite annoyed with the result. [align=center]----- ON 14TH DECEMBER 2007 REVOLT FROM NAGANO, JAPAN A LIVING LEGEND RETURNS TO FIW HIS NAME IS ORION OLDRIOD -----[/align] |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 17 2007, 07:48 AM Post #8 |
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JH: My word, I have no love for the Rejects but Graver looked seriously hurt! CL: Good, he’ll know how it felt when he fucking broke my heart then. CM: Forget the freak, poor Hutch! He was screwed! JH: I don’t know about that, Kennedy was merely following the rules. CL: Hutch screwed Hutch in that match. CM: I didn’t think that was…even humanly possible…well…I guess if you count when you use your han- JH: Moving on! We have a historic main event tonight as it will be a FIW champion verse FIW champion for the FIW Dual Crown Championship! CL: Yeah, the Kitten is putting the belts on the line against the FIW Flycore Champion, Shaun Wilson. CM: Shaun be straight BALLIN’~! JH: …Quite, any ways, Shaun also holds a victory over the Dual Crown Champion in non-title action. CL: Some thing that only a few others can say they’ve done in recent times. CM: Shaun’s gonna holla back at ya boy, and use that slamming sidekick to pimp those belts…um…YO! MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following scheduled bout is the main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt! It has been granted a one hour time limit and it is one fall to a finish with your official for this contest being the senior referee, Tony Clarke! And…it is for the…Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championship! [align=center]La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right! La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right! The lights dim throughout the arena as Kanye repeats the lines accapella. He receives a mixed reaction throughout the arena as Shaun's music blasts. Shaun slowly steps out the curtains and stops right above the stairs. I Had A Dream I Can Buy My Way To Heaven, When I Woke I Spent That On A Necklace. I Told God I'll Be Back In A Second, Man It's So Hard Not To Act Reckless! Shaun stares cockily at the crowd into the arena. He crosses both of his arms as white pyro rains down from the Revoltrons behind him. Once the pyro stops raining Shaun slowly takes off his hood and smirks as he jogs down the stairs. He nods his head to the song as he walks slowly down the aisle way. 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] CL: Shockingly without entourage for a match this large. CM: Think again, look! There’s Shaun’s homies! JH: It would appear Daisuke Tanaka and Mr. Blond have made their way to ringside in typical ninja like fashion. [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] CM: This is going to be like a drive-by, quick and deadly. JH: We’ll see, lightning very well could strike twice and Shaun could walk out of ReVolt this week with two more championships to carry around. CL: Wonder if they’ll figure out a way to bounce them around too, I wouldn’t mind see Daisuke in a Dual Crown title match. With both men in their respected corners, Tony Clarke takes both men’s championships and pats them down. Carefully making sure to inspect every detail of their person and ensure nothing illegal is on them, much to the smugness of XK and the disgust of Shaun. Entering the ring and taking center stage is Michael Anderson with the micro phone in his hand and a polite smile on his face as he waits for the okay. Once Clarke does so, Anderson gestures for silence from the crowd and brings the micro phone to his lips. MA: Introducing first the challenger, he hails from Houston, Texas and weighs in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds and stands at six feet exact…He is the reigning FIW Flycore Champion and one part of the reigning FIW Tag Team Champions of the World…HE! IS! SSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAUUUNNNNN WIIIIILLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOONNNNNN~!!! Throwing up the Texas bull horns, Wilson looks out at the sea of humanity and gets jeers, and even some trash, thrown at him from them. Daisuke Tanaka looking rather unimpressed at the fans’ dislike and Blond merely grinning & chuckling at their feeble attempts at getting their trash to hit the Zaibatsu. MA: And now introducing the champion, he hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighs in at two hundred and fifty five pounds and stands at six feet and three inches…He is your reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…HE! IS! XXXXXXXTRRRRRREEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEENNNNNNN~!!! Spinning out of his corner smugly with his arms out stretched, the Puerto Rico fans greet him in thunderous applause and cheers. Daisuke’s upper lip curling slightly in a offended manner when XK proclaims “BEST! FIGHTER! IN! THE! WORLD!” and the fans shout it right along with him. Equally disgusted by this display of ego feeding, Wilson snorts and mocks Kitten by out stretching his own arms to snickers from Daisuke & Blond. Before this becomes some thing resembling a preschool pissing contest, Tony takes command and explains the rules to both, and when they acknowledge he calls for the bell… [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] The bell fails to even get that third ring in before the Flycore Phenom bolts across the area that divides the champion and him, much to the surprise of the champion. XK tries to side step the charge only for Wilson to skew his path a bit and follow after the man he’s dead set to get to. Looking out at the crowd for suggestions, eventually Kitten just shrugs his shoulders and bends forward to reverse the run into a back drop on his challenger. FIW’s Feline Fighter doesn’t realize it till it’s nearly too late that Shaun willingly dives over his body, and grabs him by the hips to try and bring him over! JH: Brilliant! I hadn’t even considered that was his plan! CL: …What? Running right at Kitten? CM: Yeah…I’m confused too. JH: The sunset flip! Both Graver and Kiyoshi Nakahata have picked up victories over Kitten in non-title matches using that very maneuver! It looks like this Tanaka Zaibatsu member did his home work and thinks he’s found the champion’s kryptonite! His eyes going wide, Xtreme Kitten stumbles and his legs wiggle about as they frantically try to keep his body on a vertical base. Refusing to submit to Shaun’s will, the champion swings his arms around to try and steady his body again, ignoring the cawing of orders to Shaun from Daisuke at ringside. It takes a few moments but XK manages to regain his balance and stares down at the African American Whoop Ass Machine, stomping him right on the head! Letting go of the maneuver to tend to his now aching head, FIW’s Feline Fighter easily walks a little bit away from his foe and out stretches his arms to more cheers, and applause. CL: Garvin Stomp right on the skull! CM: Damn! That’s whack! JH: He narrowly avoided that though by how he looked while doing it, I think Kitten realizes he’s best not test the theory if that’s a weakness. CL: Be ironic really, a guy who was trained in a style that is partially all about roll up pin fall maneuvers’ one apparent weakness being…a roll up pin fall maneuver. Shaking off the effects of the stomp, Wilson slips back to his feet undetected by the champion who is still playing to the crowd to their praise. Hurrying up behind him, the Flycore Phenom connects perfectly with a dropkick to the middle of the back that sends XK into the ropes! Bouncing off of them chest first, Shaun uses the momentum that gave Kitten’s body to effortlessly wrap his arms around his waist & toss him over head in a german suplex! Rolling back up to his feet, the Tanaka Zaibatsu member grabs FIW’s Feline Fighter by his hair and pulls him up to his feet as he fires a few forearm strikes to the jaw. CM: Yeah! That’s how you do it! JH: That was a smart move on Shaun’s part, he used the momentum Kitten got from the dropkick into the ropes to lift up what normally might have been a struggle. CL: True, he’s whipping Kitten like he owes him money. CM: Shaun Wilson’s gonna have to choke some body! Jeers from the Puerto Rican fans shower the challenger along with the polite “golf” applause from Daisuke Tanaka and Mr. Blond at ringside. Firing off a few more forearm strikes, Wilson gets stopped dead in his tracks when to cheers XK delivers a forearm strike of his own to the midsection! Another, and another, and another, each one coming steadily faster after the last than the previous one and harder than the one that came before it! The crowd is going wild as Kitten tries to make a come back, that is put out like a lamp when the Flycore Phenom kicks southward on the body of Kitten when Tony isn’t looking! JH: A low blow! Come on, referee! CL: It’s not Tony’s fault, he was just in a bad position and couldn’t see the low blow done. Take it down a notch, Bitchen. CM: Low blow? What low blow? All I saw was Kitten bowing in shock and awe to Shaun’s might. JH: Bad positioning is some thing the senior referee like Tony Clarke should know better than to do by now, and keep playing innocent Chip! Grinning, Shaun unleashes a flurry of forearm strikes to the jaw that stagger the already dazed and hunched over champion from the low blow. After he checks to make sure his foe isn’t going any where, the challenger rushes right towards the ropes and springs off of them with ease. Zipping back towards FIW’s Feline Fighter, he leaps into the air and dives right over his back while snatching a hold of his hips to bring him over with a sunset flip! Except, XK is sent back stepping right into the ropes and grabs hold of the top one in a leaning position to keep him from getting rolled up by the Flycore Phenom! CL: Another sunset flip attempt, gotta hand it to him, he’s relentless about it. CM: Yet again the freak tries to stop it again, he ain’t nice! JH: Whether he’s nice or not is debatable, what isn’t is that maneuver has Kitten sweating bullets! CL: He doesn’t mean literally nice, it’s slang, you British dork. Abruptly the P.A. System ceases giving the usual feedback when Nine Inch Nails’ “Hyper Power!” begins to blast over the speakers to confusion and jeers. The Flycore Phenom cranes his head and his eyes go wide as he spots the ReVolTrons playing footage of Phyllis Bathory. Moments pass by and Wilson keeps staring at the entrance stage, no single scene of the Reject much to the annoyance of Daisuke Tanaka and his associate, Blond. Using this chance while he can, XK rams his legs together and sandwiches Shaun’s head between them that gets him to let go of him, sending XK over the top rope. CM: What was that?! Where was the freak?! JH: Looks like he didn’t plan on coming out, and Kitten just did some thing…interesting… CL: That was kinda a reverse skinning the cat…except far more floppy. CM: I think it was more him pulling back on the rope that entire time and then Shaun let go of him, sending him over. Whatever the case may be, the champion succeeds in flipping over the top rope and landing on his feet on the apron impressively and with a sigh of relief. Shaun though dazed is still able to get up to his wobbly feet and look towards the entrance stage for some sign of Phyllis. Unfortunately, Clarke is looking that way too and doesn’t even see Blond sweep Kitten’s legs right out from under him with a lariat and send him face first into the apron! Blond holds XK up after the fall long enough for Tanaka to lay in a wicked bukkon shot to the temple like he was swinging for the fences, the two men throwing him back in. JH: Good lord! Even when Xtreme Kitten manages to get the advantage over Shaun…the rest of the Tanaka Zaibatsu step in and make sure he stays down! CL: Looks like both men have a lot to worry about besides their actual fucking opponent. CM: Stupid freak is trying to play games with Shaun, Shaun’s hard, he doesn’t play no games with any freaks! JH: …You really need to stop that. Both men out of it, Kitten, in a dazed state, wraps his hands around the middle rope and uses them to pull his body back up to a vertical base in the ring. Turning around he comes face to face with his challenger, who is shaking off the cobwebs and greets him with a chop across his chest! Responding to the strike, the champion’s legs wobble a little underneath his body until he slaps Wilson with a booming echo as the fans cringe in unison. Not to be out done, the Flycore Phenom gives back to XK several chops and ends up turning his chest’s flesh a bright shade of red that looks like a cherry ready to pop. CL: Shit! Their blows are even making my spine shiver! CM: Yes! Woo! Chop down that freakish tree! JH: I was more impressed by that slap, it might’ve knocked a tooth or two loose! CL: Good thing FIW gives all these fuckers a dental plan. When the African American Ass Whoop Machine is about to let the Puerto Rican fans see a fifth chop from him the song “Hyper Power!” begins to play again! Pausing for a moment, Shaun looks towards the entrance stage and after that moment passes with nothing happen, he resumes getting ready to hit XK. That is, till he sees a rumbling of the fans parting in the sea of humanity that is growing closer and closer to ringside with every passing second. Finally the cause is unveiled when Phyllis Bathory hops over the guard rail carrying a steel chair, to jeers from the fans and glares from Daisuke & Blond! CM: Nooo! He showed up! JH: I actually share your feelings for once, Chip, I don’t want to see any more interference in what could be a great match! CL: Least the moron was smart enough to know alone he might not stand a chance and bring a weapon with him to this. CM: A freak with a weapon?! Do you have any idea what damage could be caused?! Menacingly with a tint of insanity the would-be vampire grins up at the Tanaka Zaibatsu member in the ring, waving the steel chair in his right hand by its one leg. With a swagger, the Reject saunters down along the ringside area and Shaun’s eyes follow them as he begins to sweat even more than he already is. Daisuke & Blond start to shuffle around the ringside area, both nearing Phyllis and then scurrying away when he swings the chair upward…and plants it on the floor. Casually Bathory whistles “The Devil’s Rejects”’s tune and sets his butt comfortably on the steel chair, relaxing back into it with a pleasant sigh. FIW’s Flycore Phenom is so confused about this development he doesn’t even see Kitten spin his body around, and drive the back of his fist into his cheek till he crumbles from it! JH: Uraken! Phyllis Bathory provided the perfect distraction for one of the champion’s signature maneuvers! CL: Wait, I thought that little shit was trying to make champions lose their titles? CM: Yeah! What is that freak doing?! JH: While he may want that, some thing tells me Phyllis is taking it upon himself to get into the tag team champions’ heads and especially so after Tanaka’s curt words to him. Daisuke and his Cajun sidekick both shoot glares at the grinning and still whistling faux vampire, who is focused on watching the match in front of him. Shaking out the cobwebs, XK notices the Reject at ringside and frowns lightly, the cogs going through this bit of information in his head. Eventually he decides to heed no mind to it for the moment, skidding downward and jamming his knee cap straight into the cranium of his recovering challenger! Again, and again, and again the champion drives his knee caps into the forehead of the African American Whoop Ass Machine to the delight of the fans and disapproval of Daisuke Tanaka. CL: Yeah, he’s fucking him up pretty good! CM: Crap! Stupid Angel wanna be! JH: It looks like the ringside area is getting a bit too crowded for Kitten’s taste and he’s trying to end this as quickly as he can. Sadly for Wilson, things go from bad to worse when FIW’s Feline Fighter wraps his arm around Wilson’s neck and cinches in the front chancery submission hold! Holding it tight enough to keep him in it but not really use the submission effectively, XK resumes hitting his now stuck target with knee strikes! A decision to change it up, going every few and then switching over to the other leg & some aimed at the head and others aimed at the midsection! Tony Clarke bites his lip and circles around the two, making sure Shaun is still conscious and gets that confirmation by the gasps and groans Shaun let’s out with each strike. CM: Darn it! What’s wrong with that freak?! He’s gonna give Shaun a concussion or break a rib! JH: He could possibly even bust open Shaun Wilson’s nose like he did to Kiyoshi or his lip, or knock out a tooth or two. CL: Ah, brutality at it’s finest. CM: Dear lord! Won’t some body think of Shaun’s G.Q. cover he is scheduled to do?! We can’t have our FIW Flycore Champion parading around in the magazine with a black eye or a tooth missing or his nose looking like it’s been squashed! Thankfully Daisuke Tanaka takes it upon himself to ensure Shaun’s face will be okay for that cover, hopping up onto the apron and gagging like he’s gonna spew mist. FIW’s senior official immediately races over and yells at the Crow, trying to get him down off the apron while he’s at it. This provides the perfect cover for Mr. Blond, who rolls into the ring wielding what looks to be one of Daisuke’s many bukkon swords and runs at the champion & his comrade. Perhaps not taking after his boss, Kitten spots him and releases Wilson & gets right up to his feet to meet the Cajun head on much to said Cajun’s horror. JH: It looks like one of the Tanaka Zaibatsu members are going to learn what happens when you wake a sleeping do-…erm...cat! CL: Shit! Blond needs more lessons in the way of the ninja. CM: Least Kitten let go of Shaun, phew. JH: Get him Kitten! Get that blond haired weasel! Instantly the tag champion back tracks and tries to speed away from the much larger and more enraged man, who grabs him by his luscious golden quiff. Snatching a arm while he’s at it, the champion pulls the Cajun forward and straight into a roundhouse kick that connects to the temple! A thunderous noise comes from the impact and Blond’s eyes roll into the back of his head as his body convulses and staggers about before doing a Flair flop. Noticing this turn of events, Tanaka immediately stops his acting routine and frowns, dropping down off of the apron as Blond feebly crawls out of the ring, having failed. CL: Sweet fucking NOWA! Kitten just concussed Blond by the looks of it! CM: Ooo…Well, least Blond wasn’t that pretty beyond his hair to begin with. JH: Daisuke might not be happy but tough luck, that’s what happens when you try to cut corners! CL: Or, that. Constance is referring to the chop block the Flycore Phenom nails on the back of the knee of Kitten that sends it buckling beneath his own weight. Wasting no time, Wilson takes a page out of his boss’ page and performs a shining wizard straight to the cranium of the champion! Before both man drops and proving his agility, the African American Whoop Ass Machine manages to send his body forward and over XK’s with relative ease. Flipping the two awkward and rolling FIW’s Feline Fighter straight into a slightly modified variation of the sunset flip finally to jeers and curses from the fans! CM: Yes! Sunset flip! JH: This could be all right here! Is this the Kitten Slayer?! CL: Wait…why isn’t the referee counting? CM: What’s that dork doing out here?! “That dork” happens to be one of the contenders for Shaun Wilson’s championship, Jay Bain, who is standing up on the apron and now it is his turn to distract Tony. Acting like he wants in though clearly not putting up much effort to do so, Clarke is too busy with the rookie to notice the pin fall. Daisuke Tanaka, holding up Mr. Blond, looks less than amused by this and starts moving in that direction until Phyllis’ smile catches his eye for the first time again. A some what sinister and dark feature to it while his eyes are on the Crow, albeit briefly before it returns to normal when he looks back inside the ring at Shaun & XK. JH: Jay Bain is preventing the pin fall to be counted! CL: That’s one way to ensure you fuck with your opposition. CM: And, one way to get on the Tanaka Zaibatsu’s bad side! JH: Oh, look! Tony noticed! Indeed, even with Jay grabbing at the striped shirt, Clarke ignores the illegal person and pays attention to the fact that Shaun’s still sitting in the pin fall. Mildly looking satisfied, Bain drops from the apron and starts back pedaling up the entrance way to steer clear of Daisuke. Sliding across the ring on his knees, Tony drops down into the counting pose completely and begins the count for the pin fall at long last to the joy of the trio of Zaibatsu members. CL: Wonder if it’ll still be effective after having him in it for about a minute now. CM: It has to be! It must be! [align=center]1![/align] JH: I don’t know, it’s rather up in the air really. CL: We’ll see in about three seconds. [align=center]2![/align] CM: Yes! Yes! Count the three! New champion baby! JH: This will be high way robbery if it does fall for the third time! [align=center]THRE-NO! FOOT ON THE ROPE![/align] CL: Ha, even after being in it for a minute it took them being near the ropes for Kitten to be saved from the sunset flip! CM: Curses! Getting up and looking less than happy, the Flycore Champion pushes Tony Clarke and argues with him over the speed in which the pin fall got done & the speed of the count. Clarke snarls and pushes Shaun right back, pointing to his striped shirt and telling him how the law goes down in this neck of the woods of professional wrestling. Wilson continues to argue the point and Tanaka chimes in a few times to try and verbally double team the poor senior official. As the African American Whoop Ass Machine continues his argument, every one except Jay Bain & Phyllis Bathory don’t notice XK stirring and getting up. CM: Screwed! Shaun Wilson was screwed! JH: I thought the count was rather fair. CL: Yeah, after the referee stopped paying attention to Jay Bain. CM: Stupid referee! Stupid freaks! Always holding the black man down! In the blink of an eye the champion races the distance between Shaun and him inside the ring, and gracefully takes flight into the air with his knee shooting out. His knee cap spikes the Flycore Phenom right on the cheek and rocks him, sending him staggering backwards and away from Tony. Not letting him fall down, Kitten snatches him and yanks him towards him before scooping him up onto his shoulders with relative ease to it. FIW’s Feline Fighter loses his balance a bit and takes a few side steps as the fans are going wild right before he spikes Wilson right on his head and then just as quickly covers him! JH: Kao Loi! And then… CL: THE CAT’S FUCKING MEOW~! [align=center]1![/align] CM: Blargh! That won’t hold him down! Shaun Wilson was shot nine times, nine times, nine times, nine times, nine times! JH: …I don’t recall that being Shaun Wilson… [align=center]2![/align] CL: You’re right, it wasn’t, it was a piece of crap rapper. CM: Hey! …It could’ve been. [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: Despite the odds being against him, Xtreme Kitten retains! CL: Too bad, wouldn’t have minded some Ninja Luv with the Dual Crown. MA: Here is your winner via pin fall…and still your reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…XTRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNN~!!! ”National Panel Beaters” booms over the sound system and XK rolls up onto his knees, Clarke raising his arm in victory to a chorus of cheers from Puerto Rico’s fans. Daisuke Tanaka reaches in and grabs Shaun by the leg, pulling him out and trying to hold up both his associates. Jay Bain stares down at the trio, grinning at his work done and disappearing back behind the curtain to let the champion celebrate in peace his victory. FIW’s Senior Official presents Kitten with the GHC & WHC, Kitten simply slipping the belts over his shoulders as he gets up and proclaims yet again “BEST! FIGHTER! IN! THE! WORLD!” CL: Not many can make a valid argument to the otherwise at this point, certainly room for one if he called himself the best wrestler though. CM: I still say Shaun was robbed by that little slime ball, rematch! Tanaka best get on the horn with his lawyers and get a rematch where this sort of stuff can’t hap- [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] Cheers soon turn to jeers with the music as Phyllis Bathory stands up from his chair and folds it again, still smiling as he heads up the entrance way at a brisk pace. Kitten turns and looks towards it as from behind the curtain comes two other Rejects, Kiyoshi Nakahata and Onikage. When Bathory reaches them, FIW’s Morning Star embraces him by patting him on the back and placing his other hand on his shoulder in a friendly manner. Despite these two men’s grins, their other Reject brother is far from any grins or smiles and looking rather dark even for him. JH: Are we going to see a preview of Violence Fetish right here and now?! FIW’s Dual Crown Champion looks at the three with his head cocked and…then waves his hand dismissively and raspberries them as he turns away. Barreling over to it in and mid-run XK leaps up and lands on the second buckle, he throws up his title belts in his hands. Soaking in the appreciation and adoration of these fans, Kitten plays to them and poses with his championships as smugly and arrogantly as he ever has in the past. FIW’s Yeti watching every pose & every smug smirk with his eyes burning full of a silent fury, and his right hand crushing the Xtreme Kitten mask remains as it makes a fist. CL: Looks like Xtreme Kitten has other plans. CM: Though they are all freaks, if I was Kitten I’d be the same way since at least I’m a slightly higher level of subhuman. JH: As much as I respect Xtreme Kitten, I must seriously question his tactics and how many times he can get away with taunting a man known for his battle lust…before it comes back to bite him. CL: Any ways, we’re all out of time for the evening, for Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance, we’ll see you next week…you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!
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