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| Kryten Shards | Nov 24 2007, 03:51 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 24 2007, 03:52 AM Post #2 |
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CL: Alright there, fuckheads; Welcome to ReVolt! JH: On the card tonight; Kennedy and Nightmare go one-on-one; CM: The Tanaka Zaibatsu teach the Dual Crown Champion a bit of class; JH: The full card for Violence Fetish will be unveiled; already confirmed is the challenger for Xtreme Kitten’s Dual Crown, tonight he’ll be action against the Grand Slam Man; CM: Liam Mortell’s Trial Series ends in his grave; but first, lecherous filth take on the hottest hotness that FIW has. CL: Next time, I’m introducing the show on my own. MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, our first contest tonight is a Tag Team match, scheduled for One Fall, to a Fifteen Minute Time Limit. 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! 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 Drake Love entrance video begins to roll on the Global-Tron as AFI's Prelude 12-21 begins to blare over the PA system. [align=center][dohtml]<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="444" height="350"></embed></object>[/dohtml][/align] [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promise to depart just promise one thing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. [/align] Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage. [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promised you my heart just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead. [align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me. This is what I thought, so think me naive I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, ) Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] [align=center]It's coming up It's coming up It's coming up It's coming up It's DARE It's DARE[/align] This quick introduction can only mean one things as Roxie Galanoochie takes to the stage. Forgoing the pleasantries of a dance, Roxie walks down the stairs and starts off towards the ring. Blue and white strobes enshrine her as she ignores all calls from the fans whether they be the verbal cat call or the extended hand for a hand slap. Such an unpleasant actions seems funny to her as she smiles. [align=center] that's what you do it baby Hold it down there Jump with them all and move it Jump back and forth It feels like you were there yourself work it out [/align] MA: From New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty three pounds…ROXIEEEEEEEEEE…GAAAAAALAAAANOOOOCHIEEEEEEEEEEeee!!!!!!!!!!!! Roxie reaches up grabbing hold of the middle rope and places her left knee up on the apron before pushing up on the right foot to get the other knee up there as well. Up on the apron, Roxie releases the middle rope and slides her head under it as her right knee joins in as well. Roxie remains straddling the bottom rope to take the moment to laugh out at the fans wanting to see her fall once again. Roxie lifts in her left leg and crawls around for a few seconds along the ropes before using the corner turnbuckle to pull herself up first to her knees. Roxie takes another moment to look through the crowd a smile etched on her face until she suddenly spins around, kicks out her legs, and takes a seated position in the corner. [align=center] It's coming up It's coming up It's DARE Never did no harm Never did no harm[/align] Roxie remains seated for a moment bobbing her head along with the beat until finally pulling herself up to her feet using the top rope. It’s a slow movement that gives a mighty fine arch in her favour. So mighty in fact that when she releases the rope and rears forward the momentum buildup is enough to get in a decent cartwheel that Roxie ends by shooting both arms in the air, fists clenched, letting out a refreshing smile of self approving accomplishment. It’s then that the music fades out and lights resume to normal velocity. The house lights fade into darkness, sending a quiet murmur throughout the arena. Heavy drum beats spark the stage lights to life, the rainbow of strobes following as the vocals of “Burn” by the Luchagors kick into the PA system. Jaime skips out onto the stage shortly after, playfully flipping her hair up before raising her arms above her head. She trots down the stairs, continuing to skip down towards the ring, grinning and slapping hands of the front row fans along the way. MA: Making her way to the ring from Ohio… JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!! Jaime ducks in under the bottom rope, flinging her hair back as she raises her head with a grin from ear to ear. She pops up to her feet and steps into the nearest turnbuckle, blowing a kiss to the fans in the front row and then leaping up to the middle turnbuckle. Once again she flings her hair back as she raises her head and shoots an arm up into the air. Ending the photo op, she jumps back down to the canvas and skips across to the other side of the ring, once again raising her arm up into the air. Her smile fades slightly as she backs into her turnbuckle, ready to get serious for the upcoming contest. [align=center]Ba-Ding![/align] JH: And so begins another chapter in the great book of Pro Wrestling. CL: You overestimate the female of the species’ ability to be ready on time, Bitchen. The Problem lies not in the Hyped Love corner; where The Hype is ready and waiting and raring to show up the entire Hellcat Division on his own. It lies with Jaime Lee and Roxie Galanoochie, and their inability to decide which of the two is going to have to stay behind for the start of the match. Wilson appears to be calling for Jaime Lee, but Roxie is having none of it. With FIW’s sweetheart indisposed, Wilson hands it over to the Hellcat ‘Champion’ to start bringing the devastation that only a man who outweighs both his opponents combined can bring. Taking Roxie [who was slightly closer,] by the hair, and throwing her across to his partner, Drake stomps her and then tags out. CM: You two get the feeling we’re being watched? JH & CL: *Facepalm* CM: No, seriously, I something move in the rafters! JH: Go back to sleep. Or enjoy the match, starting with that Slingshot Elbow from The Hype. Wilson calls Jaime over to help out her partner, only to find that she doesn’t actually care what happens to Roxie. Not that any of this matters to Drake, who tags in, steps through the ropes, and slaps a Crab hold on. The two blokes say some rather uncomplimentary things about Jaime, and Hellcats in general, leading to a rather high-pitched boo from the crowd; at least, the female part of the crowd. Looking to them for guidance, Jaime’s one recourse is to kick Drake Love in his smirking face. CM: Wow, so anything Jaime can do Roxie really can to better! JH: I wonder if the Vanilla Thriller from Manilla has any teeth left after that one… Despite Wilson’s motioning for Jaime to attack, Roxie is still the legal woman, as is Drake Love. The Hellcat Champion takes a little bit of umbrage at the ‘unsolicited’ attack on his partner and does the only thing a deranged man thinks that a reasonable man would do: German Suplex! As huge as that is, it works against Love; Roxie is hurled so far that she lands on her backside in her corner! JH: Jaime on the attack; German Suplex lands her on her… CM: Feet! The oneups… uh, womanship, is that? Anyway, Jamie’s on her feet, and striking a, uh… Goddess like pose… CL: Hate to break it to you, she’s just smirking at having out-done Roxie. Chip Martin ponders this, as he wipes the saliva from his face, and is left to imagine what would happen if they took this rivalry to the stage at Roxie’s brother’s boss’s club. As it is, Jaime spins and aims a punch at Wilson, who drops off the apron. Drake promptly spins her around and clothesline’s her brains out. A Gorilla Press on the Real Hellcat Champion is no real difficult task, and the plan, were Adam Wilson where he should be, would be some kind of diving attack on the elevated Jaime Lee. The Hype is wasting a time, getting the crowd ready for the inevitable and soon to be much anticipate Adam Wilson/Jamie Lee showdown. It has to wait for Roxie’s Chop-block and a school-girl roll-up! [align=center]One! Two!! Three??? Oh wait, Roxie’s Not The Legal Person!!![/align] In her haste to outdo Jaime, Roxie seems to have ignored the fundamentals of Tag Team Wrestling. In a bid to regain his bearings, Drake sneaks away from the TSD confrontation in the middle of the ring, and tags out, throwing Wilson to the wolves. With the time coming to put an end to this, Wilson goes to level them both with a Cross Body; Jamie spins around, maybe for a kick, but gets shoved out of the way by Roxie! CL: This is almost starting to look like teamwork from the Hellcats… Still thinking quickly, Roxie puts the boots to Wilson, crossing his arms over his own throat and locking in the Swingset! An irate Jamie collects herself and shouts about how she was going to Turn The Beat Around on Wilson, and the two argue. CM: I think you’re right; if it weren’t for all the screaming, I’d think that Stretching Kicking Double Team was planned… Complaining that she was going to get the submission, Roxie is finally ushered out of the ring, screaming in anguish as Jaime nails the Stardust on Adam Wilson… [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!! DINGDINGDING!!![/align] MA: Here Are Your Winners, by pinfall; Roxie Galanoochie, Jaime Lee, Team SEEE- Hey, where are you going with that? Mike Anderson is protesting Drake Love’s removal of the Hellcat Championship from his table, beating Jaime by a fraction of an inch before taking advantage of his longer stride and [very quickly,] walking away. Once she’s peeled herself off the guard-rail, Jaime gives chase, only to get her head bounced into the ring-post! JH: Oh no, it’s her again! CM: Oh wait, you mean the giant Amazon who’s pummelling her, right? JH: Good Sweet Christ, who else could I mean? [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] The bell rings, in the hope that it’ll stop the brawl in the ring; Roxie doing the unthinkable and almost managing to trade forearms in the middle of the ring with the monstrous Amazon. Officials pour from the back, ready to drag the monster away from ringside, when she drops out of the ring, courtesy of a Double Dropkick! CM: That beast being driven back? Inconceivable! Jaime Lee and Roxie Galanoochie working Together? Equally Inconceivable! JJ and Extreme Ninja actually deigning to check on Roxie? Triply Inconceivable! JH: Erm, actually Chip, only one of that list isn’t happening, That beast really was driven back, and it took the two together! CL: Jaime’s entourage aren’t checking on Roxie though, are they? JH: Well, no. but I’m sure the attention of Michaela Menendez isn’t going amiss, is it? … Stop drooling, Chip. That’s it, we’re going to commercial… |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 24 2007, 03:52 AM Post #3 |
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MA: The following is scheduled for one fall under triple threat rules. It will be a non-title contest. Introducing first, he is the current Fighting Spirit Champion, he is Extreme Ninja Number 2! Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a bango drums pound over the speakers. [align=center]The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The Evil Genius The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers The champ is here Kiss what ma niggas The champ is here[/align] ”The Champ is Here” starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “Got some bling baby!” Then proceeds to undo his robe to reveal the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship is resting around his waist. [align=center]Fuckin wit the champion You already know J-A-D-A Kiss the game goodbye You fuckin wit the champion You already know Niggas know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just wanna rock for a century And then chase the book wit the documentary If you cant do nothing other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, lets go Don't make me put your heart on your lap Fuck ridin’ a beat nigga, I parallel park on a track Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue And I don't know you But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason After I cash in there's really no justification Of how I'm gone change tha game So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame Mother fucka, aha The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here[/align] Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Ninja & Jaime? Match of the Year!” and “Once again the champ!”, and “Ninja <3s Jaime!” and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually pulls off his robe to get ready for the match ahead. Also managing to unhook the FSC from around his waist and holds it up briefly to a few more cheers before waiting for the referee to come take it. MA: Introducing next, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, from Millwell, England here 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 finally, from the 90210, he is High Spot Sensation Ethan Adams! 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. JH: So here we go, this should be an outstanding match. We all know Ninja’s skill and that shiny object around his waist speaks for itself. And we all know that Ethan Adams has been trying to get that belt back since he lost it. CL: Which according to him wasn’t really his fault, Drake screwed him. CM: Well that is debatable. Like this new kid in this match. Why the hell is he here? I get Ninja, dork that he is, and Ethan of course but Nick Allen hasn’t proved anything to anyone. JH: Which is why he is in this match. He is trying to prove what he is made of with two of the elite in FIW. CM: I say he fairs no better than Robert Black. The bell rings and surprisingly the first one on the attack is Nick Allen. Allen springs forth raining down blows on a distracted Ethan Adams, who was in the process of staring a hole in the Fighting Spirit Champion. As Nick takes Ethan down in a flood of furious strikes, Ninja interjects himself by grabbing hold of the back of Allen’s neck. Allen spins around and ends up throwing Ninja to the outside of the ring! Nick then shoves Ethan as he is trying to regroup and Adams sprawls into the corner. Prone and exposed, Adams can only lean against the corner as Nick begins to pound at the upper torso of Ethan. CL: Oh well for your evaluation of young Nick Allen. He seems to be holding his own just fine. CM: Great. He gets in a few quick moves and tosses an off balance Ninja out of the ring. Whoppie. Let’s see how he ends this dance, we all know it’s not how fast you run but how you cross the finish line. JH: That is perhaps the worst analogy I have ever heard. I think this young kid will be fine. Allen steps back a few paces and like a raging bull rushes forward. Unfortunately he only finds the bottom of Ethan’s boot introduced directly into Allen’s chin. As Allen stumbles back, Ninja flies into the ring with a Springboard Plancha that put Allen flat on his back. Ninja leans back to hook the leg and the count begins. [align=center]One! Two! Thre…Ethan Kicks Ninja in the back of the head to break up the count. [/align] Ethan snatches Ninja up by the neck before implanting him into the mat with a Double Arm DDT that leaves Ninja vertical with all his weight compounding onto his head. Ethan bounces up to his feet but before he can continue his assault Allen tries to wrap up Ethan by his legs. Adams however is able to step out of Allen’s grasp and steps back a few paces. Allen bounds up making a fast rush at Ethan but gets lifted up into the air before being dropped back down as he gets slammed onto his back with a viscous Spinebuster. Ethan climbs out of the ring and scales the top turnbuckle before he comes gliding off looking to nail a Senton Elbow Drop perhaps. We never know for sure due to the mid-air collision of Ninja leaping into the air to kick Ethan under his chin with a Spinning Heel Kick. The crowd comes to their feet from the athletic feat. Ninja pulls the groggy Adams up to his feet looking to continue his assault. However Nick Allen has other plans as he absolutely levels Ninja from the side with a Diving Shoulder Block that just about removes Ninja from his pants. He has little time to celebrate as Ethan Adams proves his toughness by shaking off that brutal aerial impact and going to the sky himself. Proving why he is the “High Spot Sensation”, Ethan bounces off the top rope before spinning off and then catching Allen to drop him to the mat with a DDT variation. CL: The Ratings Spike! That was the Ratings Spike! It’s all over now! CM: It’s never over until it’s over. JH: I hate agree with you but this one isn’t over yet. CL: He is going for the pin right now! Look at that, he has the leg hooked! [align=center]One! Two! Thre…Ninja makes a leaping attempt but is able to break the count by shoving Ethan off! [/align] Ethan gets up and right into the face of Ninja. Of all things the two high fliers begin to exchange blows validating the “fighting” portion of the Fighting Spirit Division. A palm strike from Ethan to the chest of Ninja, Ninja responds with an European Uppercut catching Ethan under the chin, Ethan stumbles back a few feet but regains his footing before striking Ninja with a Knife Edge Chop that rocks the torso of Ninja, Ninja not to be outdone nails a Forearm straight to the face of Adams, and so the squabble continues. Allen ends the fray by taking both men down like a lawnmower as he connects with his Double Clothesline. Allen falls over Ethan for the cover. [align=center]One! Two! Thre…Ethan Kicks Out[/align] Allen thwarted from victory by Ethan then turns and covers Ninja instead. [align=center]One! Two! Ninja gets his shoulder up right around the second time the hand meets the mat. [/align] The big bear of a man tries to lift Ninja up to his feet but Ninja drops down bringing Allen’s head down across his shoulder with a Jawbreaker. Allen snaps off Ninja’s and right into the waiting arms of Ethan Adams who arches his spine backwards completing the Northern Lights Suplex! [align=center]One! Tw…Ninja nails a swift soccer kick to the exposed ribs of Ethan to get him off of Allen. [/align] JH: What amazing back and forth action we have here. Talk about exceeding the expectations of the fans, and you know, Chip. CM: Alright I will admit I am almost slightly impressed. Almost. CL: If it makes you feel better I am actually impressed by all involved in this match. Everyone wants to win. I mean this match is a true battle of warriors and…wait a second what is HE doing out here? Drake Love appears on the entrance way with the Hellcat title draped over his shoulder. He saunters down towards the ring and as such he prevents Ninja from going on the offensive as he stares at Drake making his way down to the ring. This distraction proves costly as Allen rolls him up from behind with a School Boy. Before the ref can even get in place to count though, Ethan kicks Allen straight into the small of his back. Ethan pulls Allen up to his feet before dropping him from behind with a Reverse DDT. However instead of going for the cover Ethan is now privy to the knowledge that his old friend Drake Love has made his way to ringside. Ethan is not only distracted by Drake’s presence he is enraged. Leaning between the ropes Ethan begins to scream at Drake uttering words that are unsuitable for children of all ages. Allen makes hi way up to a knee trying to shake the cobwebs off. However Ninja instead plants his foot in the back of Allen’s head with the I STEP ON YOU! Ethan is so intent on Drake that he doesn’t even notice Ninja go for a cover. Ethan opens the ropes to invite Drake into the ring as Ninja hooks the leg. [align=center]One! Two! Three! [/align] The bell rings signaling the end of the match but it seems Ethan doesn’t care. Instead he grabs the top rope and launches himself over taking out the smug Drake. The shot certinaly takes the smirk off of Drake’s face as Ninja gets his hand raised in the ring staring at the scene outside. Ethan is intent on damaging Drake’s face in effect ruining his political career but Drake is trying to fight back nailing a few shots of his own, well as many as he can from being flat on his back. Ninja drops the Fighting Spirit Championship after a moment and looks as if he is about to join the brawl on the outside. However arriving though the crowd is one Adam Wilson who drives a kendo stick into the spine of an unaware Ninja. Ninja cringes from the shot and turns around while in pain. Wilson lines Ninja up and looks to try and take the Fighting Spirit Champion’s head off. When the baseball like swing comes for his head though, Ninja ducks under. Wilson turns around just as Ninja crashes into him. The impact of the clothesline takes both men over the top rope and they end up crashing into Drake and more importantly Ethan who gets knocked off Drake. Adams seems annoyed that his assault on Drake was interrupted and takes it out on Wilson. Adams introduces Wilson’s face into the security barricade rather forcefully. Ninja tries to calm Ethan or so it appears, but as soon as Ninja’s hand touches Ethan’s shoulder, Adams spins around to nail a shot straight into Ninja’s face. Ninja retaliates with a shot of his own before Drake crashes into both men shoving them into Wilson. All four men begin to fight with whoever their fists can find. Finally a flood of security comes down trying to pull all the men apart from each other but they are having a hard time getting them restrained. Inside the ring Nick Allen is watching all this with a front row seat and has a sort of sick grin etched on his face as he enjoys the violence. |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 24 2007, 03:56 AM Post #4 |
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JH: Right now we are going to get a sneak preview of Violence Fetish, ladies and gentlemen, as the men fighting for the Undisputed International Championship and the World Tag Team Championships will be featured in what will surely be a thrilling classic. CL: The Rejects, consisting of Crackerjack and Phyllis Bathory, will be taking on Hardcore Sex, a team driven to contend for the gold, and Elrick and Grant Rice, who have to be aiming for some revenge on the masked marauder that has tried everything to destroy them. CM: Oh, boy, another tag team match that is going to take forever because there’s so many people in it. This is subtracting from valuable Guitar Hero time, guys. JH: You could always quit your job, Chip. I think we could manage without you… CL: Yeah, I always thought three commentators was one too many. You really only need a play-by-play guy and a color guy. What is it you do here exactly? CM: Hey, once Dancing With the Stars gets my audition tape, you guys will be sorry you ever took me for granted. When I’m tearing up the dance floor with my hot moves and some hot chick, though, I’ll send you my sympathies as you watch oiled-up men fondle each other. CL: I think you need to actually be famous to get on Dancing With the Stars, and I use the term “famous” loosely. And you’re about as graceful and agile as Luciano Pavarotti’s corpse full of embalming fluid rolling down a mountain. JH: A lovely image as always, Conse. Let me remind the people at home that in a scramble rules tag match, physical tags count but partners can enter the ring if their partner leaves the ring – by choice or by force – as well. Looks like this is getting underway… MA: Ladies and gentlemen… The following tag team match will be fought under scramble rules and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… Weighing in at 499 pounds…. The Rejects... PHYLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIS BATHOREEEEEEEEEEEE AND CRAAAAAAAAAAAACKERJAAAAAAACK!!! [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: The man to watch in this duo is definitely Crackerjack, the FIW Undisputed International Champion. Since winning the title last July, he has defended the belt several times, notably against Elrick and Grant Rice, two men he will be facing as a team tonight! CL: As Grant Rice has said, though, the belt isn’t what really matters. It’s what Crackerjack has done to them physically and mentally, chipping away at their confidence, doing everything in his power to torment them and break them. There’s a reason why Crackerjack is one of the most feared individuals in the locker room, Hitchen, and it’s because everyone knows that he is as twisted as he is powerful. Anyone who faces him even once knows what a grueling hell Crackerjack will put you through. JH: Well, lesser men may cower before Crackerjack, but both Elrick and Grant Rice have refused to back down from him! They know what it means to lay it all on the line and would not go down without putting 100% into their fights! Crackerjack may have Phyllis with him, but he’d be wise not to let Grant and Elrick get him alone! CM: Hey, I’m not one for the Marilyn Manson crowd, but that outfit Bathory is wearing is pretty snappy. Where do you get those t-shaped pendants? JH: That’s a cross, Chip… CM: Across from what? The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] …The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. MA: Introducing their opponents… First, from Leamington Spa, England… He weighs in at 268 pounds… ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRICK! [align=center]You Run Your Mouth, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Play Crazy, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Too Hyphy, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Act A Fool, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Wanna Shoot, Imma Kick Yo' Ass Think You Cute, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Got Drink, Then Poor Me A Glass I Get Drunk, And Imma Kick Some Ass[/align] As "Kick Yo' Ass" pounds through the arena speakers and red stage lights pulsing to the music, Grant Rice bursts onto the stage, hand in the air proudly presenting the Revolution's hand sign to a roar from the crowd as they jump to their feet on sight of the Kansas City native. He lowers his arm as he quickly pops his neck on his way down the aisle. He reaches the ring, hoping onto the apron before entering between the ropes. Once in the ring, Grant heads to the corner where he hops up once again proudly displaying The Revolution hand sign with one hand as he points to the logo on his jersey with the other, flashbulbs washing over him. He quickly slides his jersey off and chucks it into the crowd, watching the females in the crowd fight over it before hoping down, ready to go. CM: Elrick and Grant should look out for the numbers game. JH: Very perceptive, Chip. They may have a grudge against Crackerjack and The Rejects, but they are heavily outnumbered against an entire stable of individuals. CM: What…? No, I’m talking about this “Numbers” game for the PSP that just came out. It’s really hard. You play a certified public accountant that has to do the taxes of a mob boss and you have to cook the books before the IRS catches you and then there are ninjas. CL: Sounds stupid. CM: It is kind of lacking in the logic department, but a lot of things do. Like when the ship is going down and people say “Women and children first.” Why should they get special treatment just because they’re younger or have female genitalia? CL: Speaking of genitalia… At first the arena is filled with the faint sound of chugging guitars. The music grows louder, building up into a faster more powerful rhythm. Lights begin to flash white and red as all attention turns to the entryway. [align=center]Just let me ask you, "Hey, have you heard of my religion?" It's called the church of hot addiction, and we believe that God is lust for everything.[/align] The two members of HARDCORE SEX appear at the entryway, posing for the fans. Steve is his usual sullen, silent self, staring intently at the ring, preparing himself mentally for the upcoming match, fists clenched, jaw tight. Felix, on the other hand, totally hams it up, blowing kisses to the crowd, pumping his arms and flexing his muscles. [align=center]Because now... the time has come for your devotion, and you already got the motion. What I need to give it, just give it, give it to me I'm waiting, I'm waiting... Turn out the lights…[/align] As the duo make their way to the ring, Steve walks forward with a determined pace, his breathing steadily increasing. Felix bounces like a kid with two much sugar, strutting to the music, pursing his lips and rubbing his nipples. MA: Their opponents, on their way to the ring… at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds… Steve “The Emo Kid” Patterson… “Fierce” Felix Arroyo… They are… HARD! CORE! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXX!!! As they arrive at the ring, Felix hops on to the apron and raises the ropes for Steve like a wrestler would do for his valet. Steve ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. [align=center]Tonight I am the drug you can't deny! Tonight G.A.B.E. gonnna get you high! My light is electric![/align] Both men wait in the ring as their poppy rock theme fades out, Steve folding his arms and cracking his neck as Felix continues to work the crowd, shaking the ropes and dancing back and forth. [align=center]Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah… [/align] CM: I don’t get it. If Steve is an emo kid, why does his team use such an upbeat, poppy song? CL: I think it’s dance pop feel is supposed to reflect Felix’s campiness and it’s sexual lyrics tie into the whole “Hardcore Sex” motif. I suppose the emo part links with Cobra Starship being an indie band or something. JH: Are you blokes analyzing an entrance song? It’s just what they play to pump up the crowd. CM: I have questions, Hitchen, and they require answers! CL: Don’t discourage the kid from educating himself. You’ll block his path to the classroom. JH: Let’s just watch the match… After searching the wrestlers for weapons, J.J. waves for the bell. DINGDINGDING! The three men starting off are Crackerjack, Grant Rice and Steve Patterson, respectively. Grant Rice charges right after Crackerjack, hitting a series of kicks to the midsection followed by an uppercut to the jaw once the big man is hunched over. Steve kind of just watches, close to his corner, as they go at it. JH: Patterson lounging for the moment as Grant Rice looks for some revenge on the man who threw him off the stage not too long ago. A sound strategy, but if he stays out of the action for too long, he might miss the chance to score the win. Crackerjack responds with some punches to Grant’s body and then bends him over, applying a front facelock. Before it goes any further, however, Grant puts on the brakes and grabs Crackerjack’s arm, extending it into an armbreaker. It isn’t long, however, before the big man breaks free and floors Grant with a clothesline with the same arm. As the giant shakes his arm in pain, Grant reaches over and clips Crackerjack’s legs, bringing him down in a sitting position. With impressive speed, Grant slides his legs around Crackerjack’s right leg, scissoring it and pulling on it. JH: Leg grapevine on Crackerjack… What’s Steve doing? Steve runs toward the ropes, bounds off them and hits a running dropkick on the sitting Crackerjack, breaking the hold as well. He attempts a soccer kick to Grant, but Rice grabs the leg at just above the ankle and yanks Steve down. He mounts Steve’s chest and begins a flurry of punches to Steve’s face, forcing the Emo Kid to raise his arms and guard his head. CL: Not a good position for the crybaby to be in. When Grant gets aggressive like this, he’s a force of nature in the ring. His hatred for Crackerjack is going to fuel him to go all-out against whoever gets in his way. Crackerjack, back on his feet, comes from behind and wraps his arms around the waist of the sitting Grant Rice. Lifting him up, Crackerjack puts his head under Grant’s right arm and then falls backward, dropping Grant flat on his back. He quickly turns his attention to Steve, stomping on his chest. JH: Nice backdrop by the wrestling enigma. It’s a relatively simple suplex, but at the high arc Crackerjack lifts his opponents, even elementary moves like that are certain to leave a mark. Crackerjack raises Steve up and initiates a back grapple, but Steve counters with elbows to the side of the head. Released, he runs off the ropes again, jumping up onto Crackerjack’s shoulders and tries to do a backflip. The running hurricanrana is blocked, however, and Crackerjack turns it into a powerbomb, slamming Steve’s back against the mat with a loud thud. Nursing his back, he rolls around the ground in agony. JH: Going too big too early was Steve Patterson, and he paid for it. But it looks like Grant Rice is using the distraction to his advantage… Grant lunges from behind Crackerjack with a spear, but it does little more than make him unsteady. Breaking free, Crackerjack whips Grant into the ropes and Grant comes back with another spear, which is again unsuccessful. Crackerjack takes each of Grant’s arms, hooks them behind Grant’s back and falls backward, pulling Grant face-first onto the mat. JH: Double underhook DDT! Now it seems he’s going to let Phyllis come in… Crackerjack does indeed approach his partner but does not tag him. Instead he grabs Phyllis like he’s going to give him suplex, lifting him up into a vertical position. He then carries Phyllis over to the middle of the ring, keeping Phyllis hanging upside down. In front of Grant, he sits down and slams Phyllis forward, so his partner lands across Grant’s back! JH: Incredible! Crackerjack using his partner like a weapon, suplex-slamming Phyllis onto Grant Rice! CL: That is his role in The Rejects, after all! He’s so loyal to the rest of the group that he allows himself to be used as a mere tool of destruction! CM: Wouldn’t it be more effective to have him turn into a vampire bat, bite a bunch of people and raise an undead army of nosferatu? JH: I don’t think so, Chip... CM: Yeah, right. Onikage will probably have him do it once he hears this. The Rejects should hire me as a consultant. His part done for the moment, Phyllis rolls out of the ring. Steve, meanwhile, has recovered and has tagged Felix in. The two of them approach Crackerjack, Felix circling around to his left while Steve stays on his right. Felix executes a spinning leg sweep, taking out Crackerjack’s legs, while Steve jumps into the air with an enzuigiri to the back of the head. Crackerjack slumps down to one knee, not quite knocked down. Steve, taking a running start, jumps on the large knee with one foot and uses the other to kick Crackerjack in the back of the head. JH: Shining enzuigiri on Crackerjack! Steve leaving the ring, letting the Fierce One take over! Felix drops down and covers. J.J. moves in to count. 1! 2! KICKOUT! Felix slaps the mat in frustration as Crackerjack slowly gets back up. In the meantime, Grant Rice has rolled out of the ring, allowing Elrick to legally enter. He comes right up behind Felix, puts him into a pumphandle hold, lifts him up over his shoulder and then delivers a front powerslam. JH: Pumphandle slam by Elrick! And now that he’s gotten that taken care of, it’s all about Crackerjack! Stiff punches, hard kicks, headbutts… Elrick is unloading everything in his arsenal on his despised rival. Crackerjack attempts a powerful hook, but it’s too slow, and Elrick keeps Crackerjack moving in a circle until his back is toward Elrick. Locking in a full nelson hold, Elrick then lifts Crackerjack up in a suplex, releasing mid-arch. Crackerjack lands on his neck and rolls over. CL: ELRICK-PLEX ’06! That release Dragon suplex was quite, if I may so myself, fucking sick. JH: Elrick isn’t done with ‘Jack yet, and here comes Rice to get in on the action! As Elrick perches himself on Crackerjack’s back and applies a rear naked choke, Grant enters the ring and puts Crackerjack’s right ankle in the Straight Mizery ankle lock. Crackerjack’s body is essentially being pulled in two directions as both Elrick and Grant ferociously wrench his limbs. J.J. starts to warn Grant to get out as he is not the legal man, and a reluctant Rice eventually agrees. While this has been transpiring, Felix has grabbed a chair from the outside and has returned to the ring. JH: What is Felix doing?! This isn’t a no-holds barred match! If he uses that chair as a weapon, he’ll be disqualified! CM: It looks like our young friend J.J. is a bit distracted with Grant Rice, though… Elrick releases Crackerjack, spotting the approaching Felix, weapon in hand. Ready to defend himself, Elrick – the former NGIW star – doesn’t seem the least bit intimidated. Suddenly Felix throws the chair gently toward Elrick, who catches it by the legs. Felix then drops to his knees, holding his head and acting like he just got the snot beat out of him. Elrick, still holding the chair, looks around confused. JH: I don’t believe this… Felix is pretending Elrick just attacked him with the chair! He should get an Academy Award for this! CM: Who knew his love for drama would come in handy in professional wrestling? CL: It’s cheap and dumb, but it might pay off… No, it doesn’t. Before J.J. can turn around, Elrick throws the chair out of the ring and kicks the kneeling Felix straight in the kisser. J.J. is now looking, but sees nothing out of the ordinary about Elrick dropping an elbow to Felix’s stomach. Elrick picks up the hardcore homosexual, apparently setting up some sort of suplex, but Felix uses his weight to stop it. He gets Elrick into a front facelock, drapes Elrick’s arm over his neck and hooks one of Elrick’s legs. Lifting him up, Felix then drops straight down, driving Elrick’s head into the mat. JH: Perfectly executed Fisherman’s buster. Looks like we have two tags going on. Crackerjack staggers to his feet and leaves the ring, moving over to where Phyllis is. Felix tags in Steve and both members of Hardcore Sex move toward the downed Elrick before raising him up and hitting the double brainbuster suplex – the Just Eat It – on the blond-haired smash-mouth machine. Felix leaves the ring as Steve picks up Elrick, stands back-to-back with the bigger man and hooks his arms. Steve drops to his knees and leans forward, sliding Elrick down his back so his shoulders are against the mat. JH: Backslide by Patterson! The teamwork of Hardcore Sex may have won this one! 1! 2! PHYLLIS IS THROWN INTO THE PIN! That’s right. From their corner, Crackerjack has just shot Phyllis through the air, almost like a dart, to break up the pinning predicament. As Elrick tries to clear his head, Phyllis scuttles to roll Steve over and pin him. J.J. counts again. 1! 2! J.J. GETS A PHONE CALL! Everyone in the arena is perplexed as J.J. reaches into his pocket, producing a cell phone. He flips it open and doesn’t seem to recognize the number. Felix, crouching down, seems to have a rectangular metal object pressed to the side of his head. JH: What the bloody hell…? Is Felix calling J.J. to distract him? I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this! CM: I know! We’re in Mexico, so Felix is going to be hit with roaming charges! Steve is still in wonderland, but Phyllis and Elrick are both up and looking at J.J. with annoyance and anger. Elrick snatches the cell phone away and throws it out of the ring, pushes J.J. aside and grabs ahold of Phyllis. He raises the vampire for a fallaway slam, swings him off and then drives him to the canvas with a one-arm slam. He hooks a leg and makes the cover. CL: CAREER KILLER! JH: This might be the “nail in the coffin” for Phyllis, so to speak! CM: That was bad, Hitchen, even for you. 1! 2! CRACKERJACK BREAKS UP THE PIN! CM: I haven’t been teased this much since my last trip to the Eager Beaver. JH: These teams are really getting into it, and it’s total chaos inside the ring! Indeed it is. Elrick goes right after Crackerjack and it’s them exchanging fiery blows all over again. Grant Rice and Steve Patterson begin brawling with stiff punches while Felix locks Phyllis into a standing headlock. Crackerjack breaks the tedium by flooring Elrick and rescuing his partner from the Fierce One, picking Felix up in a military press and throwing him out of the ring. Steve soon follows as Grant knocks him up and over the top rope with a short-arm lariat. As Hardcore Sex regroups on the outside, three figures appear at the entrance as familiar music starts to play… JH: That’s the Tanaka Zaibatsu theme! And there they are! Daisuke, Mr. Blond and Shaun Wilson begin to walk down the ramp, scoping out the action. Steve and Felix go on guard, looking like they might pounce at any second. Back in the ring, Elrick has Phyllis laying face down. Elrick sits down beside him, locks on a Cobra clutch and then arches his legs and back, bending Phyllis’ torso and neck upwards. Grant Rice likewise has Crackerjack face down, holding him by the right foot. He scissors the leg and starts putting pressure on the ankle again. Before long, both Phyllis and Crackerjack are pounding the mat like a bongo drum. DINGDINGDING! JH: J.J. has called for the bell! Both Rejects have tapped, Phyllis to Elrick’s Pain Killer and Crackerjack to Grant Rice’s Straight Mizery! It looks like they got their revenge on the Rejects after all! Steve and Felix are dumbfounded at this result, staring at the ring and then themselves. From the ramp, the Zaibatsu starts to applaud them mockingly, bemused at how they distracted Hardcore Sex. Neither Steve nor Felix seem to share their amusement and charge the tag team champions, leading to a huge brawl of 2-on-3. JH: Hardcore Sex and the Tanaka Zaibatsu going at it on the stage now! We need some security to break them up! Crackerjack and Phyllis retreat to their fellow Rejects as Elrick and Grant Rice work over the fans, celebrating their victory. J.J. leads them to the middle of the ring and raises their hands. MA: Here are your winners… ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRICK AND GRAAAAANT RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEEEEE!!! JH: Well, that was quite the match and it certainly whetted my appetite for Violence Fetish! But don’t go anywhere, because we have plenty of more thrilling FIW action on the way! Standing in front of the camera is Xtreme Kitten in a tight grey t-shirt and black track pants with a paint brush in one hand and an A3 size piece of poster in the other. What is on the poster isn't shown at this moment as Kitten holds the white side of the paper to the camera. Kitten looks ready top speak as soon as the camera is on but has to wait for the cheers to die down. XK: My fellow FIW employees and wrestling fans over the past two weeks I've noticed that security has been lax. Kitten looks around XK: I haven't seen anyone in a security shirt in this hall the whole time I've been here... which okay has been less then five minutes. I have taken a walk around the building and I didn't see one member of security, saw some of Monterrey's finest though. Kitten pauses for the pop from the live crowd XK: Where were security when Phyllis Bathory, Bulk and Graver were attacked? Kitten waits for an answer but doesn't get one. XK: As I thought you have no idea and neither do I. Some of you might wonder why I care that the Rejects are getting attacked, the short and truthful answer is I don't care. This isn't about them this is about me, the attacks have happened close to my locker room, me the Dual Crown champion, BEST! FIGHTER! IN! THE! WORLD! Kitten smiles as he hears the crowd yell it with him. XK: Security should be all around where my locker room is, I am the number one target in this company if I'm not being looked after who is? Nobody. Being the upstanding guy I am I can't let this kind of thing stand so I've devised a way to keep everyone in the backstage area safe. Kitten leans down and dips his brush into a can of glue, he then brushes the back of the paper and sticks it to the wall nearby. The poster is a picture of blood covered Gatito Chupacabra in only his underwear and mask with a white background. At the top of the poster in large bold black letters “BEHAVE” and at the bottom in slightly smaller font “OR CHUPA WITH RAPE YOU”. 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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. She moves to the end of the stage, rebounding slightly and raising both arms into the air, gazing out at the fans in attendance. She makes her way towards the ring, stopping halfway to acknowledge the crowd‘s reaction for her. MA: Making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! CM: Battle of the Sexes II! Here we go! JH: This is nothing like that match we saw earlier tonight. Nightmare doesn’t have any plans to take Kennedy out of wrestling. CL: I beg to differ. Nightmare, in all his fan and legend hugging, is desperate to get a win added to that long streak of losing. And I think he’d go to any extreme to do that here. Any extreme. Hell, he MIGHT get interesting if that’s the case. Reaching the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope and immediately bounds to her feet. She rushes to the furthest turnbuckle, scaling it and raising her arms into the air to thousands of flashing bulbs. She drops back down to the mat, spinning around and rushing across the ring, up the opposite turnbuckle to another round of camera flashes. She eventually drops back down to the mat, turning to awaiting the start of the match. JH: After her discussion with Jaime Lee, you have to wonder if Kennedy’s mind is even on this match. CM: That’s what she gets for getting involved with two losers like Prime and Hutch. JH: While I agree with you on Hutch. You know very well that Prime-- CM: You’re right! You’re right! Prime isn’t a loser. He’s worse! He’s a woman-beater! JH: Don’t start that again. All goes black for a moment, black lights 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 a little of the crowd to their feet cheering, about ready to see their Dark Knight. [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 quiet the fans are, no matter how few 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. MA: The opponent. Weighing two hundred and seventy-five pounds, hailing from Portland, Oregon. He is NIIIIGGHHHTTTTMMMMAAARRRRE! [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. CL: Tell me you don’t see the desperation in his eyes. It gives me hope, albeit very little, that for once in his life he’ll entertain me by losing all his pansy respect for the victory. JH: I can’t believe you’re condoning the possibility of Nightmare doing whatever it takes to destroy Kennedy. CL: Hitchen! She’s already made him tap out once! I think she can handle it. CM: Geez. Way to be sexist, Johnny. CL: Don’t back me up. DING-DING As the bell sounds, Kennedy and Nightmare move from their corners… only to be halted the driving guitar riffs of Mick Jagger's "God Gave Me Everything I Want". As it hits the arena, golden spotlights start to whizz around the audience and across the ringside area. The crowd pop as the lights on the stage start to pulse with white and gold, and a 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. JH: What the hell is he doing out here? CM: Coming to see his honey? JH: I thought he was a loser? CM: Better a loser than a woman-beater, I say. No more victims, Jonathan! 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 bemused Kennedy, before rounding the ring steps and taking up a spot at ringside. He immediately begins slapping the mat a few times, chanting “Let’s Go Kennedy!” Luckily for Nightmare, he’s able to take advantage of this distraction and hit Kennedy from behind with a forearm strike! JH: Oh come on! CL: Attacking when his opponent isn’t ready? That’s so unlike Nightmare. I like things that are unlike Nightmare. With some boos ringing from the crowd (whether towards Nightmare’s attack or Hutch is the reason remains unknown) Nightmare pulls Kennedy up to her feet and launches her across the ring with a release German suplex and sends the back of Kennedy’s neck crashing into the canvas! Nightmare is back up, runs across the ring and DROPS A BIG LEG ACROSS HER THROAT! He floats over into a cover, hooking the leg. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT![/align] Nightmare grimaces at the kick-out but keeps his cool this early in the contest. He drags Kennedy up with him, glancing out at the slight jeers the crowd are throwing. He possibly begins to wonder if they’re for him or Hutch as well. Regardless, he plans to keep this contest heading towards a victory for him and scoops Kennedy up effortlessly, SLAMMING HER DOWN INTO THE CANVAS! The second Kennedy hit’s the canvas, Nightmare raises his arm up in the universal “goozle” (whatever that is) gesture to a mixed reaction of cheers and jeers. CL: Calling for the Other Side of Midnight. See what happens when you stop kissing everyone’s ass and worry about yourself? JH: I completely disagree with that. Hutch’s presence has thrown Kennedy completely out of her game here. CL: And Nightmare completely disregarded that to worry about getting himself a victory. And it’s working. Nightmare holds his “goozle” gesture as a dazed and confused Kennedy struggles back up to her feet. She stands tall, shaking her head clear and turns… RIGHT INTO A CHOKESLAM FROM NIGHTMARE! NO! As Nightmare lifts Kennedy into the air, she blasts his elbow with a clubbing blow that causes Nightmare to drop Kennedy to her feet. She sends a kick into Nightmare’s ribs and leaps onto his shoulders, driving his head into the canvas with a hurracanrana! JH: The HurraKennedy and Kennedy’s right back in this! CL: I wouldn’t say she’s right back in it. She still looks out of it from Nightmare’s power attacks. CM: She looks hot though. That never changes. And yes, before you say anything, that’s all I notice. Kennedy makes a move for Nightmare, only for Hutch to yell out her name. It distracts her long enough for Nightmare rise up from the canvas with a big time lariat that folds Kennedy in half! Nightmare immediately drops to one knee, sits Kennedy up and expertly applies a chinlock. CL: And right back out of it. JH: Thanks to Hutch! CL: And Nightmare’s complete disregard for her safety. JH: You’re really enjoying the fact Nightmare wants a win here, aren’t you? CL: I am really enjoying the fact Nightmare is actually showing passion, rather than ranting about it. Kennedy tugs at Nightmare’s hands but his vice-like grip on her chin continues to tug back. Logan Black gets down to her level, asking if she wants to throw the towel in but she yells out no and continues her best to fight against the hold. Meanwhile Nightmare grits his teeth and continues to wrench back on the hold. CM: Nightmare’s so silly. Kennedy made him tap out so he wants to even the score! JH: You could be right but I think Nightmare would take any form of victory he could get here. CL: No matter what the cost. I like it. As Nightmare wrenches in harder, Kennedy’s body begins to give out. She goes slightly limp from the energy she’s expelling to escape the hold. Nightmare yells out in a near dominant roar as he feels victory within his grasp… right before Prime pops up at ringside… directly in Kennedy’s line of sight. He slaps his “throbbing paws” on the canvas, shouting encouragement towards Kennedy while shooting Hutch the evil eye across the ring. CM: What the hell is the woman-beater doing out here? Kennedy’s already getting her ass kicked. JH: He’s out here to counterbalance Hutch’s distraction at ringside. And he’s NOT a woman-beater! Hutch is the one that seemed ready to willingly attack Kennedy last week. CM: But Prime’s the one that murdered her with a clothesline. With Prime’s arrival, Kennedy miraculously begins to be revive with more fight in her body. Hmm, was that because of Prime or not? The crowd is behind Kennedy now, being led by Prime’s prompt, clapping and stomping in rhythm. Kennedy tenses her entire body up and throws her head back, POPPING NIGHTMARE IN THE FACE WITH A HEADBUTT! JH: A good old fashion headbutt from Kennedy! CL: Did she at least bust his nose open? No such luck, Conse. But Nightmare’s holding his face in pain as he struggles to get back up to a vertical base with all the stars flying around his head. Kennedy gets to her feet, stumbling to the corner and holding the back of her head. The other two superstars? Glaring at one another, of course. Prime still wants to kill Hutch as usual. And Hutch still hates Prime. Nothing new here, folks. Nightmare checks his nose for blood, once again disappointing Conse, before charging at Kennedy in the corner! But Kennedy spins aside at the last second. She grabs Nightmare by the head and SMASH HIS FACE INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! She ducks out onto the apron, grabs a hold of the top rope and SMACKS HIM IN THE NOSE WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! JH: Now would you say she’s back into this contest? CL: Headbutt and roundhouse kick? No. She’s surviving, I’ll give her that. Nightmare stumbles backwards and falls to the canvas, while holding his nose once again. When he removes his hands, he finds exactly what Conse wants. A little blood seeping onto his fingers from the busted nose. He grunts and climbs back to his feet, just in time for Kennedy to leap off the top rope and DRIVE HIS HEAD BACK INTO THE CANVAS WITH A HURRACANRANA! JH: NOW! I would say she’s back into this. Kennedy doesn’t give Conse a chance to dispute or Nightmare a chance to fully recover. The minute he gets to one knee, she advances and leaps onto his shoulders in the electric chair position. Nightmare stands up and instantly grabs Kennedy’s left foot, throwing it off his shoulder! Kennedy uses that momentum to swing her entire body around, grabbing Nightmare in a front facelock and DRIVING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT! JH: I don’t hear or see any arguments to my statement. CL: Hey, she made Nightmare bleed. That’s even with Nightmare being entertaining. More blood begins to seep out of Nightmare’s nose, causing red droplets to stain the canvas in his attempt to get back to his feet. Logan Black motions for Kennedy to stay back and drops to his knees, checking on whether or not Nightmare should continue this match. Kennedy stands back, hands on her hips as she waits for Logan Black to make his assessment. That is, until Hutch leaps up onto the apron and grabbing her attention. Hutch holds up a steel chair in his hands, tossing it right at Kennedy… who catches it! Hutch begins pointing and frantically yelling for Logan Black. The ref spins around, spotting Kennedy grasping a steel chair in her hands. CM: Ha! Caught ya! JH: Caught her? She didn’t do anything! CM: Nope. Because Hutch is restoring order. JH: HE GAVE HER THE CHAIR! Logan Black grabs the chair out of Kennedy’s hands, threatening a disqualification for her illegal attempts. But Prime jumps up onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He grabs the chair from Logan Black and points out towards Hutch on the apron. All three being bickering and saying their piece while Logan Black completely loses control of the situation. Prime tosses the chair from the ring and pushes past Logan Black TACKLING HUTCH THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A SPEAR/TOPE DIVE! CM: HOLY SHIT! JH: Prime just speared Hutch through the ropes and they both went crashing at ringside! Both Prime and Hutch do crash and burn on the (un)protective mats at ringside but with rage fueling them, they begin throwing rights and lefts and hit any body part they can connect with. CM: DOG FIGHT! DOG FIGHT! JH: Dog fight? CM: Yeah! The opposite of a cat fight! CL: So it’s not a cock fight? What? It’s just a question. Logan Black watches stunned at Prime’s surprising aerial attack (whether it was on purpose or not) as Nightmare gets up to one knee and watches surprised himself. Kennedy takes the opportunity given to her and runs at Nightmare, springing off his knee and GETTING BEHEADED WITH ANOTHER RISING CLOTHESLINE FROM NIGHTMARE! CL: Back out! JH: A very powerful lariat from Nightmare. CL: Not just that. He countered the Shot Heard Round The World! Nightmare wipes the blood coming out of nose and then drags Kennedy up. He glances out at the dog fight at ringside and roughly applies a standing headscissors on Kennedy. He underhooks both her arms and then hoists her up… No! Kennedy twists out of the headscissors, taking Nightmare into a hammerlock! She boots the back of his knee and CRACKS HIM ACROSS THE BACK OF THE NECK WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK! JH: And now Kennedy counters the Cataclysm with a JFK to the back of the neck! Nightmare falls forward but Kennedy grabs a handful of his hair, yanking him back. She wraps her arms around his throat and leaps up onto his back, wrapping her legs around his waist. Off balance from the blow to the back of his neck and now a hundred and thirty-five pounds hanging on this back, Nightmare falls backwards to the canvas. Like a turtle flipped upside down, Nightmare swings his arms and legs wildly as Kennedy locks in the rear naked chokehold. No nudity involved. JH: The Wicked Lullaby! Kennedy’s got Nightmare locked up with no where to go! CL: This is the same move she made Nightmare tap out to over a year ago! CM: Yawn! I can barely see Kennedy’s hotness under Nightmare. This is pointless! Logan Black finds himself torn between the match he’s supposed to be refereeing or the dog fight gone crazy at ringside between Prime and Hutch. As Nightmare struggles to not have a repeat of his last encounter with Kennedy, Prime has pushes Hutch against the audience barricade and lights up his chest with a wicked chop! Hutch crumbles up from the blow but comes back with a big spear that runs Prime back-first into the steps! Hutch, unfortunately, drives his own head into them at the same time! Both men falls to the floor, suffering from their injuries. But rage continues to fuel them and their dog fight continues the best it can. CM: Prime and Hutch are out of control at ringside! Someone has to do something! JH: Logan Black has a job to do! And Kennedy’s got Nightmare in the center of the ring with no where to go! CL: I love the Wicked Lullaby. Very basic, yet effective submission. Beautiful name. Someone very awesome must’ve come up with that. For the record, Kennedy did not invent it. Anyone remember who did? Nightmare continues to swing his appendages wildly as he looks towards the ropes on either side looking miles away. His body starts to lose the fight but he refuses to give up. At ringside Hutch and Prime have fought to a vertical base. Prime shoves Hutch into the barricade again and runs full force with a clothesline… that Hutch ducks! With Hutch’s help, Prime is elevated over the barricade and crashes onto the concrete floor. Hutch wipes his brow and grins at his ingenuity… only for Prime to stand up and grabs him by the throat! Prime lifts Hutch off his feet and pulls him over the barricade in a chokehold! Ignoring the chaos near by, Xtreme Kitten hops over the barricade and starts placing his posters on it. Hutch breaks it by chop Prime in his thick neck! And the fight resumes as both men brawl their way through the crowd. CL: There you go, Chip. Problem resolved on it’s own. CM: They’re still killing each other! CL: But they aren’t distracting us anymore. Logan Black finally drops to the mat and checks on Nightmare, letting security handle the dog fight in the crowd. Nightmare keeps shaking his head no as Kennedy synchs the hold in tighter. Logan checks but finds no illegal choke being applied. Every time he asks, Nightmare says the same thing: No. He continues to say it, even when he has no choice but to slam his hand into the canvas! DING-DING-DING! MA: Here is your winner via submission… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! JH: Kennedy did it again! A second submission victory over Nightmare! CL: With blood! All the better. CM: I would’ve rather she had her legs wrapped around me than watch that but whatever. As “Up Here” reprises over the speakers, Kennedy pushes Nightmare off of her and climbs up to one knee. Logan Black raises her hand up as Kennedy looks down at Nightmare for a moment longer. She gets to her feet and glances around ringside for Hutch and Prime, but they’re long gone in the crowd now. She scales the nearest turnbuckle, raising a hand up into the air victoriously to a flash of bulbs and drops back to the canvas. As she moves towards Nightmare… for another attack? Or something else?… “My Violent Heart” interrupts Kennedy’s music. JH: What the? Kiyoshi? The crowd’s cheers turn to heavy boos as the number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship and the leader of the Rejects make their way out onto the stage. Kennedy stands in the ring with a look of confusion on her face, while Logan assists under the bottom rope and barely helps support his large frame. Kiyoshi Nakahata stands at the top of the stage, quietly watching FIW’s Original Hellcat as Onikage is overseen telling Kiyoshi something that goes unheard by us. JH: The leader of the Rejects along with the man who will meet Xtreme Kitten for the Dual Crown Championship at Violence Fetish. But what are they doing out here now? CL: Looks to me like Kiyoshi is scouting his competition should he be victorious at Violence Fetish. CM: Why bother? Doesn’t he know he’s fighting Xtreme Kitten? I’d be more worried about getting through him than who I might be facing if I did get through him. [align=center]----- HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS ARE MANY IN NUMBER EXTREME CHAOS CHAMPION FIW TAG TEAM CHAMPION SLAM! WORLD CHAMPION SLAM! GENERAL MANAGER BURIED RAGIN' ALIVE SURVIVED THE CHAMPIONSHIP CHAMBER HE HAS DEFEATED 10 FORMER WORLD CHAMPIONS ORION OLDRIOD IS A LIVING FIW LEGEND AND FROM NAGANO IN JAPAN ON 14TH DECEMBER 2007 HE'S BACK -----[/align] CM: Yes! The Man, the Deity of Slam, the King of Kings not named Christ or Race or Hiatch, Orion is coming back! CL: Great, I was hoping I had avoided having to call fuckers like his matches. JH: Say what you want about his attitude Conse but Orion Oldriod has always been one to make a impact. Whether it was on TNT or Slam, the man has found success in FIW and has been in some epic battles. His return could be the largest we've seen all year and that covers a lot of ground! |
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[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 and Mr. Blond slowly step out the curtains and stop 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 as Mr. Blond steps down the stairs. 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 joining up with Mr. Blond. He nods his head to the song as he walks slowly down the aisleway as Mr. Blond just walks. Clips of Shaun in action plays on the ReVoltrons. I Feel The Pressure, Under More Scrutiny And What I Do? Act More Stupidly! MA: The following is a tag team match. On the way to the ring, at a combined weight of four hundred and forty three pounds, representing the Tanaka Zaibatsu, Shaun Wilson and Mr., BLONNNNNNNNND!!! Shaun nears the ring and takes off his hoodie and slings it into the nearby audience as Mr. Blond rolls into the ring. 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 as Mr. Blond warms himself up for the contest. 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 beside Mr. Blond and gets ready for his opponents. [/align] CL: Ah yes, here’s a team I could really dig. CM: A grave for? CL: What? No. That was so gay. CM: Don’t you mean “so Elrick”? CL: What? [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. MA: Their opponents, first, weighing in at two hundred and thirty two pounds, Jay, BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!! Hundreds of White lasers spiral down on Jay Bain and then randomly scan across the fans. Bain psyched up waves his hands up and down beckoning the crowd to be loud and stand up as in to share this moment, he then paces to the ring with his head down displaying an excited look upon his face and slapping extended hands from the crowd, on approaching the ring he begins to take his Grey T-shirt off saying "If I don't kick out on 2...Check for a pulse", a few women cheer and even a few men, then he graps in his right hand, turns to his right and throws it into the crowd were a few hands fight for the Shirt, Bain lets out a huge sigh, takes in the sights,as he calms himself he is reminded how lucky he is to have this chance by the fans now being more supportive as they know who Jay is abit more before leaping right foot first onto the apron followed by the left, as soon as both feet are there he turns 180 degrees in a fluid motion and places the left foot threw the ropes to the mat, bends over and follows with the right. White lights pulse on and off another collection of lasers flicker onto Bain as he Stretches his arms while leaping up and down while turning around in a circle moving to the centre of the ring while looking at the fans, Awaiting the match he then leans against the ropes waiting for the bell. Bain Notices a few Bain crowd signs with His name on and the Bain Chant begins to fade down[/align] CM: Hey! How come he isn’t coming down with the champ? You’d think he would. CL: Why? He’s not gay like you. JH: Enough with the gay jokes! [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! MA: His partner, weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, he is the Full Intesity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion, XTREEEEEEMEEE KITTEEEEEEEEN!!! 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: So Hitchen… CL: He said no more gay jokes. JH: I’m not gay! CM: I don’t get it. All four men await the start of the bell as both Shaun and Xtreme Kitten take to the outside apron leaving Jay and Mr. Blond inside. Suddenly, all eyes focus on the stage as a blond figure comes walking down the entrance way. JH: What’s Roxie doing here? CL: And it’s wrong to have someone like Roxie down at ringside…why? JH: Well, I’m just wondering why she’s out here. She’s not involved in this match. CM: She must be here for Jay then. CL: Maybe she’s here to return the nice favours given by the Zaibatsu. Jay’s the first to really acknowledge her arrival as he leans over the ropes asking her the obvious question. However, it goes unanswered as Roxie looks up at him a little confused herself. Either way the bell sounds and Jay turns just in time to duck a clothesline from Mr. Blond. JH: Well, whatever reason Roxie has for being out here she’s keeping to herself for now. CL: I’m tellin’ you, she’s here for Shaun and Blond. Look at the way she was so upset when Jay dodged that clothesline. CM: Really? It looked more like relief. Jay catches Mr. Blond upon his rebound off the ropes with a snap powerslam which he follows up with a quick pinfall attempt. [align=center]One![/align] Mr. Blond quickly shots himself up as Jay rises back up to his feet rather quickly to meet his opponent. Once Mr. Blond is up, Jay meets him with a sudden arm drag sending Mr. Blond crashing hard on the mat. However, he doesn’t stay down long as he rolls up to his feet and snatches Jay up and slams him back down with a heavy suplex. JH: Guess we’re not going to be getting into one of those instances. With a handful of Jay’s hair, Mr. Blond turns and tags in Shaun who wastes no time entering the ring. Once in, Shaun kicks the open rib area displayed by Mr. Blond as he pulls Jay’s arm up. CL: Hey, what’s that guy doing here? Just outside the ring, Roxie turns to find Phyllis standing there with his notebook taking no notice of her. Instead, he keeps his eyes on two things; the ring and his notebook. CL: What is this? Some kind of party? CM: If so, then where’s my invitation? Shaun is the first inside the ring to really take notice of Phyllis as he slowly reaches down for Jay. JH: How is anyone going to focus knowing that Phyllis is outside the ring? CM: How can you guys focus on the match knowing that Roxie is at ringside? CL: Easy, just remember that Phyllis is standing right next to her. Jay, after battling back with a few shots to Shaun’s midsection, catches him in a sudden DDT. Both men now lay on the canvas but only for a moment as Jay quickly rises to his feet and makes a dive for his corner attempting a tag. The attempt fails as Xtreme Kitten rears his hand back shaking his head. With a motion you’d really only find in a parent telling a child, Xtreme Kitten tells Jay to go out and “continuing playing”. Jay rises to his knees and extends both arms giving the generalization of a “what gives” approach. Even going as far as to drop down off of the apron and go up the walk way, taking his time and pasting several of his posters on the announcers' cage. JH: Why won’t Xtreme Kitten take part in this match? CL: I don’t think he’s not wanting to take part, I just think he’s letting the rookie take in some air time. It’s actually quite nice of him when you think about it. JH: I am thinking about it and I’m thinking the guy's a bloody cunt! CM: Well...it does say that on his shirt, Hitchen....minus the bloody part. Jay rises up to his feet and turns just in time to catch a flying forearm to the face from one African American Whoop Ass Machine. CL: What he gets for not paying attention. JH: What?! He just got denied a tag from his partner so excuse him for not being concerned about that. Grabbing hold of Jay’s left arm, Shaun brings him up and with a few forearm smashes and knife edge chops, he backs Jay into the empty corner closest to where Phyllis stands. Shaun takes his eyes off of Jay for a moment as he looks to the outside where both Phyllis and Roxie stand, though his attention is more drawn toward the writer as opposed to the stripper. This sudden look seems to give Jay enough of an opportunity to turn things around. First, he turns Shaun around slamming him into the corner, then after a few stiff jabs he walks back over toward his corner and asks for the tag. Kitten just applauds him a job well done and motions for him to continue. Jay, a little dissatisfied, turns and heads back toward Shaun who instantly spins him into the corner and catches him with a few shots to the jaw. CM: Wow, everyone is getting so out of focus in this match. No one seems to be paying attention to what’s going on. Shaun plants a hand on the back of Jay’s head and pulls him back to his own corner where after planting him into the corner, tags in Mr. Blond. Both men in, they begin doing a number on Jay stomping him down into a seated position. As Fuzz calls for Shaun to get back on the apron, Mr. Blond drives his knee hard against Jay’s throat. After finally getting Shaun to the outside, Fuzz turns toward Mr. Blond pulling him away from the corner. On the outside, Shaun clamps his hands under Jay’s chin and pulls back hard. JH: C’mon! What the hell is this? A sneak attack by Shaun, and Xtreme Kitten is just standing there! CL: Hey, he’s not about to just run in there and get beat himself. He runs in and there’s like two fresh guys while his partner is soft now. JH: Because Kitten won’t tag himself in. Shaun finally releases the hold as Mr. Blond settles things with Fuzz. On the outside, Roxie grins a little, but it’s not a pleasant grin, more like some forced grin and very small. Mr. Blond lifts Jay up to his feet slamming his back again against the turnbuckle but it’s only for a moment as Mr. Blond sends Jay running across the ring smashing his sternum into his own corner. Quick to follow through, Mr. Blond comes in and after a sudden knee drop, he grabs hold of Jay’s throat and starts strangling what little life he has left in him. Fuzz quickly gets in there with a five count and at four he begins pulling Mr. Blond away eventually managing to pry the grip loose. Fuzz then gets in Mr. Blonds face about the goings on from his team as Jay slowly starts to sit up. On the outside, Phyllis continues writing as Roxie continues to just watch on. Slowly, she begins to peer over at the notebook, but Phyllis, still writing, takes a few steps away from Roxie and finds a new home by the corner. JH: What do you think he’s writing? CL: Oh, just because the guy's out here writing you have to get on his case? JH: No, but— CL: You understand how many writers there are in the world? Maybe he’s one of them. JH: I’m just wondering what he’s writing. CL: His diary blog, probably. After bringing Jay to his feet, Mr. Blond sends him running against the ropes smashing in his face upon the rebound with his knee. Jay doesn’t even bounce off the impact as he just slumps to the canvas. Mr. Blond takes the opportunity and drops down for a pin. [align=center]One![/align] Xtreme Kitten finally enters the ring and heads over toward the cover as Shaun does the same though for different reasons. [align=center]Two![/align] Jay manages to shoot his arm up as Xtreme Kitten shrugs and turns to head back out of the ring. Shaun seems to mirror Kitten as he does the same while Mr. Blond rises up only to come crashing back down with a few knee drops one after the other, though at this point don’t follow in any kind of rhythm in timing. Just as soon as he gets back up, he drops back down. JH: When is our Dual Crown champion going to acknowledge the fact that he has a partner in the match and act like one? CL: He is acting like he does and is. He’s a true champion he’s not hogging the spotlight or anything. He’s letting Jay take this moment in the sun. And he knows that if he goes in there the ref’ll be all over him to get out, then we got ourselves a double team. JH: Yes, those haven’t been happening tonight. With the help of Mr. Blond, Jay is back to his feet though a little worse for wear. Though he doesn’t really stagger around too much, he is too weak to put up a defence against Mr. Blond’s sudden Wakigatame Takedown. Mr. Blond seems ready to go for another pin, but a sudden call from his corner takes his attention. Shaun stands extending his hand wanting to put some kind of finish over Jay himself. With no hesitance, Mr. Blond rises up and heads toward his corner tagging in Shaun who nearly bolts into the ring ready to JH: Why is Roxie’s expression catching Shaun off guard? What does he expect from her? CM: Well, he isn’t treating this like “she should be acting one way” so who knows why he seems weirded out by it. Suddenly, there’s a heightened crowd reaction as Xtreme Kitten tags himself in. Shaun turns away from the outside as Kitten crashes into him with a sudden lariat. Kitten, full of steam, lifts Shaun back to his feet and sends him running toward the other side of the ring. Shaun ducks the clothesline attempt and delivers a forearm across the DC’s back. However, the DC returns the favour with the Hello Kitty Roundhouse knocking Shaun down on his back. Xtreme Kitten then drops down for the cover. [align=center]One![/align] [align=center]Two![/align] No! Mr. Blond makes the save stepping on the Dual Crown champion’s back breaking up the pin. Mr. Blond continues his work against the champion stomping him down a few times until Kitten finally manages to make it to his feet. Mr. Blond tries for an irish whip but its turned around and it’s Mr. Blond who ends up running across the ring and back. Upon the return, Xtreme Kitten sends Mr. Blond airborne with a backdrop. Shaun rises up slowly to his feet as Xtreme Kitten brings him up the rest of the way with a harsh pull. JH: Looks like Xtreme Kitten is ready to finish off the man who came close to taking his title. As Mr. Blond is cross guarded out of the ring by Fuzz, Xtreme Kitten brings Shaun over toward the empty turnbuckle by Phyllis who now flips his note book for the fifth time in the match. This catches Kitten’s attention for a moment, but not long enough for Shaun to turn the tables. Xtreme Kitten keeps him there long enough to take in some back elbows. Just enough until Xtreme Kitten feels safe enough to leave him in the corner alone. JH: What’s he going for leaving Shaun in the corner unattended? Kitten answers that question with a sudden turn around and forward charge. Though the move is impressive, there’s no one to take the boot as Shaun dodges to his left rolling in for a tag out to Mr. Blond who has just arrived at the corner. Mr. Blond comes into the ring quickly going toward the open opponent crashing his body into him. JH: Not the most finesse maneauver out there but at least it worked. CL: Hey, the guy hates to run so you should understand that he doesn’t have too many offensives as a runner. In a somewhat discrete action, Mr. Blond reaches into his pocket. JH: Is that the roll of quarters? CL: The roll of quarters? Damn, Hitchen, they aren’t magical quarters or anything. JH: Okay, is that a roll of quarters? CM: Could be. A sudden stiff shot sent to Xtreme Kittens head…misses! Xtreme Kitten ducks underneath it and catches him with a few forearm shots. Xtreme Kitten then props the turned around Mr. Blond up on the apron, but before anything further can take place Mr. Blond rolls forward with the sunset flip. [align=center]One![/align] [align=center]Two![/align] CL: It couldn’t… [align=center]Three![/align] Fuzz calls for the bell as Mr. Blond breaks away from the pin he created. MA: Here are your winners via pinfall…THE TANAKAAAAAA ZAIABATSUUUUUUUUU!!! JH: I can’t believe it! Mr. Blond has just pinned the dual crown champion! Mr. Blond rises to his feet and heads over toward Shaun to start a mini celebration as Xtreme Kitten, shocked as he is, turns his direction toward the corner where Jay somewhat stands there. JH: Wait a second, is Xtreme Kitten blaming Jay for the loss? CM: Looks that way. Kitten begins poking Jay in the chest questioning him about his whereabouts for the pin and the generalization of just not being there for him. As this goes on, two new individuals slide into the ring and quickly charge into both Shaun and Mr. Blond. Those two individuals being Hardcore Sex members Steve and Felix who really bring it to the Zaibatsu. Eventually, the fight breaks out more so and starts to involve both Xtreme Kitten and Jay. Roxie, clearly not sure of what to do, looks around until she finally slides into the ring herself and gives aid to both Mr. Blond and Shaun though still remaining clear to avoid Jay. Still feeling a little outnumbered, both Zaibatsu members leave the ring with Roxie not long after. CL: Hey, where’s Writey McWriterton? Just as Loire has asked, Phyllis is no longer at ringside as the trio make their way up the aisle shouting something toward the ring, well all except for Roxie. While she walks back with them she still seems a little out there about the situation. JH: Why is Roxie with those two? CL: Who knows, maybe they paid her off to help make them look good. JH: She’s a stripper, not a whore. CM: Damn…think I can get that cheque cancelled then? The scene opens with Xtreme Kitten putting up another of his security posters, he puts the glue on the back of the poster and gently presses it against the wall. Kitten turns around with a satisfied look on his face that disappears, Kitten for a moment looks stone faced then gets a big Cheshire grin. The camera turns as Kitten mores towards the reason he smiles, it's a door but no normal do it's is the door of The Rejects as shown by “The Rejects” sign on the door. Kitten opens the door. Everyone in the room seems to tense up as they stare at the Dual Crown champion; Kiyoshi, 'Jack, Colbert and Phyllis look ready to attack but Onikage with a silent command seems to keep everyone from doing anything about the champion. Onikage: Can I help you? Kitten looks at the camera obviously trying to stop himself from bursting out into laughter, slowly he turns to the smiling Onikage. XK: Actually as always I have come to help you. Onikage: Is that so? XK: Yep. Kitten points out of the door to the poster. XK: That's out there to stop those attacks that have been happening to you, well specifically you Kitten points at Phyllis XK: and you. Kitten looks around to point at Graver then slaps his forehead XK: Which bring me to why I'm here- Onikage continues to smile though snorts, cutting off the Dual Crown Champion. Onikage: This must be a record time for you getting to the point, Kitten. XK: Possibly Man-Who-Tripped-Face-First-Into-Paint, possibly. There is a moment of silence between them. Onikage: The point being? XK: Oh, oh right! Well here it is, I want to apply. Onikage: Apply for what exactly? XK: For the vacant position, I mean Graver was one of you lot right, one of the seven... seven? It looks like Phyllis might spit out the answer but Kitten cuts him off XK: Dwarves? Kitten points at Colbert XK: Posh Dwarf. Kitten points at Crackerjack XK: Scary Drawf. Points at Phyllis. XK: Baby Dwarf. Kitten then points at Onikage XK: Ginger Dwarf Kitten looks at the camera XK: I have seen some truly terrifying things in my time, the reason he is Ginger Dwarf is one of them. Kitten then turns to Kiyoshi. XK: And that makes you Sporty as in Not-Good-At-Sport E. Dwarf. Onikage shakes his head while Kitten looks around. Onikage: It's sins, Kitten. Kitten looks at Onikage with a cocked eyebrow. XK: You sure, I could have sworn it was dwarves, anyway is someone missing? Onikage: One of the brothers is out. XK: You think that's wise? What with a pattern starting to emerge and all. Onikage: Look, what I think is wise is I'm going to have to deny your application. XK: On what grounds? Onikage: For one, you are one of the people who reject us. XK: Hey I did not, I was the rejected one and I actually helped Phyllis. Kitten glares at Phyllis. Onikage: Piffle, even if that were true I'd have to deny your application. XK: Why? Onikage chuckles and his pleasant smile widens. Onikage: Because we are all so eagerly awaiting Brother Lust's victory at Violence Fetish. Kitten follows Onikage's eye to Kiyoshi. XK: And that's got what to do with me? Onikage stares at Xtreme Kitten. Onikage: You know very well what it has to do with you, Kitten. XK: Is he in a number one contenders match? Not that torment right from my mind? Kitten looks worried as turns his gaze to Kiyoshi. XK: Sporty you can't do it it's suicide for anyone Prime can realistically aspire to be as good as. Look here's what you do hide behind Prime and once he is dead shake his hand and tap out right there. Onikage just shakes his head while smiling. Onikage: More games or without her are you really clueless? Kitten stares at Onikage with a more anger then he has shown in the entire exchange. XK: You don't get to talk about her! As for games I have no idea what you mean. Onikage moves closer to Kiyoshi. Onikage: Nakahata-dono here is going to be you challenger and successor come Violence Fetish. Kitten's Cheshire like smile returns XK: That's good, funny, didn't think you still had a sense of humour. Onikage just stares at Kitten smiling and the smile of XK's slowly fades. XK: You're serious? Onikage nods confidently. XK: Crap. Kitten looks saddened by the fact. Onikage: My, miracles do happen, you're taking this seriously finally. XK: Huh, what? Oh right, ah of course I'm taking this seriously, I was planning on giving the people of Mexico an exciting match they would talk about long into the night, the next day and who knows maybe consider a classic. Kitten looks up and stares at Onikage. XK: Now I'm going to have try real hard to make it look like good. Kitten's smile returns. XK: Are you trying to become the most pathetic challenger I've ever had? Kiyoshi has had enough of Kitten and slaps the champion across the face, Kitten is wobbled and saliva flies across the room in a spray. Kitten rubs his face and is about to leap at Kiyoshi but is stopped as Phyllis grabs him followed quickly by Colbert and Crackerjack. Onikage: Remove him, please brothers. The three drags the Dual Crown Champion out of the room, he just stares at Kiyoshi. XK: You'll get yours Nakahaha! Hey look, the sixth dwarf. The camera turn to see Gabriel laying unconscious on the floor with a female backstage worker next to him checking on him and one of Xtreme Kitten's posters next to him. Worker Chick: Help is already on the way. Security and EMTs show up. The EMTs and the Rejects go to Gabriel and Kitten tries to walk away but he is stopped by security who stand in front of him. Mean while down the hall looking towards; Security, Kitten and the chaos behind them, is the white hooded figure. XK: Ah guys I think the person you're after is behind you. The person disappears into a different hallway as one turns to look, he turns back and shakes his head. XK: Oh come on he was right there! Security grab Kitten and walk him away. XK: I have an alibi! Commercial Break |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 24 2007, 04:39 AM Post #7 |
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JH: Next up is the grudge match that’s been building for awhile. CM: In which these two are going to maul each other to death? CL: No because Hutch’ll show how cocky wins all. JH: He hopes, he remained silent all week after all. [align=center]The driving guitar riffs of Mick Jagger's "God Gave Me Everything I Want" hit the arena, and golden spotlights start to whizz around the audience and across the ringside area. The crowd pop as the lights on the stage start to pulse with white and gold, and a shillouette of a man appears in the entrance way. As Mick Jagger shouts "God Gave Me Everything I Want" for the first time, the shillouette is hit by a spotlight, and steps forward, throwing the hood of his sweatshirt backward, and tilting his head back and his arms out to the sides in his trademark pose, Hutch basks in the crowd's reaction.[/align] MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a grudge match! Making his way to the ring from Newcastle, England and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds! HHHUUUUTTTTCCCCCCHHHHHHH!!!! [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 to await the start of the match.[/align] CM: FIW’s MVP’s got his work cut out for him tonight eh? CL: Not really, one slice of fried gold and he’s got it. JH: Yes, but Kiyoshi’s been wanting this for awhile. With darkness' embrace of the entire building, a heart-beat starts up. Slowly, steadily, never ending until the warrior finally falls. On the ReVoltrons, each beat is marked by the impact of one of Kiyoshi Nakahata's trademark moves of a variety of opponents, FIW or otherwise. The cage, as ever it did, slowly fills up with smoke to mark the coming of the Yeti, and the soothing whisper of Trent Reznor sweeps through, backed by light tapping and silent screams. [align=center]You and I, we may look the same But we are very far apart[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align][align=center]There's bullet holes where my compassion used to be and there is violence in my heart[/align][align=right]RESIST!!![/align][align=center]Into fire you can send us From the fire we return[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align][align=center]You can label us a consequence Of how much you have to learn[/align][align=right]RESIIIIIIIAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!![/align] Synthesisers add to the noise of the song, the heartbeat, and the mixed cheers and boos. A cloaked, masked figure emerges from the smoke, turning the few residual cheers to something less admiring when the Sin of Sloth reveals his face. Onikage is not precisely loved around these parts. Especially when he is not the person advertised... Up on the ReVoltrons, Nakahata closes his eyes and lowers his mask... [align=center]You can try but you'll never understand This is something you will never understand Can you hear it now Hear it coming now Can you hear it now...[/align] MA: And his opponent, accompanied by the Morning Star, Onikage... Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty pounds; from Komachi City Japan, The Sin of Lust... Kiyoshi NAAAAAKAAAAAHAAAAATAAAAA!!! The introduction is snuck in a heartbeat before the chorus crackles away and is replaced the a cry of 'Fuck Shit Up!' leading to an explosion obliterating the stage and the entrance way, leaving only two people in the building unmoved. One, the Saviour, who stands part way down the aisle, and Judo Senshi, white hair visible by the fact that his pyro blew down his hood. As he strides on towards the ring, destiny and whatever else; he pulls his hood up, so focused that the Morning Star even steps out of his way, although looking a lot happier about the situation than most. By how thunderous guitars have replaced the synthesised riff that came before, and Max Cavalera's gutteral roar has replaced Trent Reznor's calm soft singing. [align=center]Chaos A.D. Disorder Unleashed Starting to Burn Starting to Lynch Silence means Death Stand on your Feet Inner Fear Your Worst Enemy[/align] Reaching the ring, and ascending the steps, the real life Kiyoshi Nakahata removes the mask, handing out to Onikage as he strides around on the apron. He reaches his corner as the song reaches a climax, and on the phrase "Worst Enemy," does his customary vault up onto the top turnbuckle and sits down, pulling his hood right over his scarred face as the lights return... JH: Onikage better not interfere in this match. CM: Why not, that’ll make this match times better. CL: This is going to be a whooping ass clinic, blood guaranteed. JH: He hopes. As Hutch and Kiyoshi look from the neutral corners towards one and another, both looking more then ready to kick each others ass, as the staring becomes very intense Mark Jackson calls for the ring bell to sound and the match begins as both Kiyoshi and Hutch steadily come out of there corners, watching one and another as each begin to circle the ring. As this continues Hutch then goes in for a shoulder and elbow tie up but Kiyoshi has other plans, landing a vicious knee into Hutch’s gut, before driving a elbow down across the back of his neck making Hutch drop to a knee, before slapping his head in complete disrespect, which gains him a jeer as Hutch stands and turns, not looking too happy himself. JH: Kiyoshi one that exchange, it seems he’s more focused as is Hutch no cockiness from him. CM: Yet… CL: You’ll see. As Kiyoshi taps the side of his head, Hutch seems even more focused this time as again both circle the ring, though this time Hutch doesn’t rush, he takes his time to see a advantage as then both go into a collar and elbow tie up, tussling for a bit before Hutch gains a hammerlock, switching to a headlock, wrenching away as Kiyoshi tries to fight out but Hutch wrenches away and squeezes tightly. Of course though as always Kiyoshi punches him in the kidney making Hutch let go enough for Kiyoshi to whip him to the ropes, but he doesn’t he throws him forward, grabs his tights, pulling Hutch back into a backdrop, lifting and DRIVING Hutch right down on his upper back/neck with force. CM: Backdrop with some tight pulling, see great tactics. CL: No you just enjoy a little tight pulling, the closets always been open Chip. CM: And your wife has always left happy. JH: Ohhhhh. Burn. CL: Shut up ass invader. Kiyoshi doesn’t waste any time on the offense though as he climbs on top of Hutch who’s holding his neck, and he begins clobbering down with some vicious forearms, all aimed towards Hutch’s neck, each blow seemingly taking effect before Kiyoshi sits up Hutch and DRIVES a knee into his back before keeping it there and locking in a rear chinlock, really wrenching back as Mark asks Hutch does he give and he just waves no as the fans seems to clap Hutch on, hoping he’ll break free, but Kiyoshi just keeps wrenching away. JH: Beautifully executed rear chinlock. CM: Hutch being a cheap whore and gaining fan support. CL: No, they’re clapping because of he’s great, you half wit cock sucker. Hutch wiggles and curls himself around from Kiyoshi’s knee as Kiyoshi locks it in still, the fans clap louder to try and get Hutch to his feet, but as he stands, Kiyoshi with a hint of hair pulling, snaps him back into a backbreaker violently. The fans of course jeer once more, but it doesn’t seem to both Kiyoshi who looks to Onikage who gives him a nod before Kiyoshi boots down on Hutch who tries to gain some footing, but Kiyoshi keeps on shooting boots down onto him. CM: Hutch come on, kick him in the balls! Hutch is left alone for a second as Kiyoshi seems to be thinking, which allows Hutch to climb to his feet, in doing so he turns and moves towards Kiyoshi, but Kiyoshi SPINS! And with one helluva violent shot, Lariats Hutch’s head off almost and then goes for the cover! JH: DISCUSS LARIAT! CL: God mother of shit stains! What a Lariat. …But Kiyoshi isn’t making a cover, he seems to be just delivering elbows across Hutch’s face, each shot really being hammered down on Kiyoshi’s face as he keeps ramming down more and more and then he kneels up, seemingly satisfied, but this seems to give a half dazed a little adrenaline boost and he leans up and grabs Kiyoshi, tasking him into a modified small package! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… NO SHOULDER UP!!!![/align] JH: Where in the hell that come from! CM: Hell do I know, but a two count, sneaky whore. CL: Stop insulting yourself you idiot. Hutch sits up looking quite gutted he didn’t get the three, but he hasn’t any chance to really be sad as Kiyoshi looking highly shocked SLAMS! His foot right into Hutch’s chest with a soccer kick, making Hutch hold his chest in pain, but as Kiyoshi goes for another, Hutch catches his foot and throws him backwards, as he climbs to his feet, fans really roaring as it seems Hutch has a chance to come back as Kiyoshi charges him, but Hutch ducks the forearm attempt, but as Hutch turns all he gets is a face full of Super kick, making him reel into the ropes and as he comes back… JH: URANAGE! …Kiyoshi seems about to deliver, but no Hutch elbows him in the face, still fighting, not giving Kiyoshi anything, well that is until he goes for a forearm, in which Kiyoshi evades and from behind, grabbing the waist Kiyoshi delivers a HUGE German suplex taking Hutch down to the canvas with such force as Kiyoshi sits up as Hutch seems down and out right now. CM: German Suplex! JH: Right on his head. CL: Wow, you sure? We aren’t blind Jonathon. Kiyoshi stands up to his feet, looking towards the fallen Hutch and as Hutch seems to stir, Kiyoshi then seems to stalk him, watching as Hutch slowly stirs and finally stands, but not enough to realize Kiyoshi is behind him, grabbing him in a sleeper, before with pace and power takes him over with the reverse powerslam! JH: White Hole Slam! Kiyoshi keeps the sleeper locked in too as he then rolls over and scissors his legs before wrenching away with the sleeper, really wrenching with force as Mark Jackson moves to check on Hutch who waves his hands trying to show no, he won’t quit, but soon Hutch’s hands stop flailing as he seems to be fading, Kiyoshi still quite happily wrenching away with all the force he can muster. CM: Hutch is fading, no Hutch has gone. JH: He can’t take much more of this surely. CL: Yes he can… he better, I want ducking blood. Hutch’s hand drops to the canvas and Mark looks to the time keepers table and lifts up Hutch’s hand, before dropping… [align=center]ONE![/align] CL: Come on Hutch! [align=center]TWO![/align] Hutch’s hand slams for the second and the fans really roar! Hoping for a Hutch revival as Mark lifts up his hand one more… CL: Hutchhhhhhh! [align=center]THREE! DING! DING! DING![/align] The bell sounds as Hutch’s hand lands for the third time, signaling Kiyoshi’s victory and Onikage’s smile shows he’s pleased as Kiyoshi keeps the hold in, wrenching away still until he releases and stands up, looking content with himself. MA: Your Winner! VIA Technical Knockout! KKKKKIIIIYYYYYOOOOSSSSHHHIIIII NNNNAAAKKKAAAHHHAAAATTTAAAA!!!!! His music isn't even able to start before it is drowned out by a sea of cheers from the Mexican fans. FIW's Morning Star tries to warn his charge yet it is too late, he doesn't even turn around before he gets taken down. Rolling over onto his back, Kiyoshi sees who his attacker is just in time to see them grab both of his legs...FIW Dual Crown Champion, Xtreme Kitten! Kitten towers over the Reject to chorus of cheers from the fans, XK playing to them a bit as he holds onto Kiyoshi's legs. JH: It's Xtreme Kitten! Guess that slap isn't going to take place without a price! CL: Are we actually going to see...a submission from him?! CM: No! That's the one kind of freak on freak violence I don't support! Nakahata tries to break free and gets a kick to the thigh for his troubles, making him wince and try to clutch at it. Kitten looks out at the Savior of Sorrow and grins at him, for one of the first times Onikage's smile fades. FIW's Feline Fighter plays to the crowd if they want to see it, and they roar in approval of whatever it is their "native" has in mind. He raises his leg up looking for a garbage stomp...and drives it down, heel of his boot first into the groin of Kiyoshi Nakahata! JH: My word! CL: Right in the fucking bollocks! CM: Ouch! Kiyoshi's manhood! He isn't stopping with a simple stomp; XK repeatedly hammers his boot down onto the lower region of the Yeti. Making his soon-to-be challenger howl and scream in pain, hitting those high notes for the first time in his life. Onikage balls his hands into fists as he watches on from the outside, gritting his teeth when Kitten hits stomp number fifth teen. All the while XK shakes his head and seems to be yelling at Nakahata that he provoked this. JH: This is just sick! CL: He's curb stomping Kiyoshi's nut sack into dust! CM: Ow... More and more of the stomps connect with the groin of FIW's Judo Sensei and leave him turning various shades in the face. Abruptly it comes to an end when FIW officials and security tackle the champion to the ground! EMTs rush out and slide in, scurrying along and checking on how Kiyoshi is doing and what sort of state is his lower half in. The officials and security carefully letting XK get to his feet, and leading him towards the ropes. JH: Kiyoshi might've suffered from a rupture! CL: Talk about leaving a fucking mark on your opponent. CM: Ow... Eventually Xtreme Kitten seems fine and the officials, and security let go of him to let him get out of the ring by himself. Only for him to push right through the EMTs and them to score a soccer kick to Nakahata's groin one last time! The champion even laughs at that as the fans chant "Ga-ti-to" at him and the security tackle him again to the ground. Now the officials and the security taking no chances, escorting him from the ring and the ringside area as the fans are going wild for him. JH: The Dual Crown Championship Match at Violence Fetish just a whole new level of intensity to it if you ask me! CL: Chip, you okay? CM: Ow... |
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| Kryten Shards | Nov 24 2007, 04:40 AM Post #8 |
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JH: I don’t…know what to say what happened before the break! Xtreme Kitten just humiliated and possibly seriously injured Kiyoshi Nakahata! CL: Eh, Kiyoshi’ll have some blood pumped from his testicles and he’ll be fine. CM: Suppose that’s the price a mere common folk freak pays for slapping the grand and supreme king of all freaks. JH: In either case, for two months now Liam Mortell has battled against the top or most experienced names Full Intensity Wrestling has to offer. CL: Yeah, and he’s been showing what happens when you take the small fish out of the small pond and put him up in the ocean. CM: I don’t know, granted he’s British but he’s looked decent to me. JH: Quite, and picked up victories over two men that have held combined half a dozen FIW championships. CL: The limey ended the bastard who broke my heart’s career too, so he’s good in my books. CM: But tonight he’s got Prime, and the big guy’s going to crush him into paste. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your scheduled main event of this edition of Friday Night ReVolt and is apart of the FIW Trial Series! It has been granted a thirty minute time limit and it is one fall to a finish, with your official for this bout being…senior referee, Tony Clarke! [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. 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. MA: Introducing first, he hails from Cheltenham, England and weighed in this morning at two hundred and twenty pounds and stands at six feet…His current FIW Trial Series score is two to four…HE! IS! LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMORRRRRRRTEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL~!!! The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… [align=center]YEAAAA![/align] Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung... [align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align] Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. MA: And introducing the opponent, he hails from San Diego, California and weighed in this morning at three hundred and thirty pounds and stands at six feet and six inches…HE! IS! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!! Starting out with who came out first, the senior referee pats down Liam and makes sure there are no illegal items any where on his person. Likewise, when done with Liam he moves across the ring and does the same to FIW’s Adonis in the opposite corner to keep this a clean bout. When that’s all done, Clarke goes to the center of the ring and calls both men in to meet him there, and cautiously the seasoned athlete and the FIW veteran do just that. Carefully Tony explains the rules to them and goes over every little detail, and then asks if they understand, getting a polite reply from Liam & a nod from Prime. Before Clarke calls for the bell, Mortell smiles and extends his hand to the behemoth, said behemoth looks it over…and accepts it! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Honor goes right out the window when that bell toll, the larger of the two men pulling the smaller of the two in with the hand shake and throws out his other arm! Narrowly Mortell manages to lower his head and duck out of the way of the lariat, his hand slipping free from the handshake. Scurrying back from the goliath, a bemused yet definitely nervous smirk on the Englishman’s lips, he stares at the goliath turn around to meet him in his stare. Both men shaking out their limbs and doing a quasi-attempt at the classic start of many matches, circling around the ring from each other and growing closer to each other. CL: Prime tried to pull a fast one but looks like the limey knows a thing or two. CM: Oh no…They are preparing to…gasp…LOCK UP! JH: Yes, it does seem like they are about to do that Chip, and Conse, what do you mean looks? Liam Mortell has been wrestling for decades and knows this craft about as well as any one could, he knows how important this is. Not only for the FIW Trial Series, it is also the first time Liam is taking part in a main event on a ReVolt broadcast. With a certain amount of hesitance the two have one set of their hands meet and interlock with each other as tightly and snug as two different men’s hands can. Using some fancy foot work, Mortell attempts to take it over for an arm submission of some kind but the behemoth throws out a leg. Nearly tripping up the former FSC, the larger of the two men snatches his other hand and locks them into a test of stretch, and begins to apply pressure. His bad shoulder plus a ninety pound weight difference ensures that FIW’s Adonis is pushing back the more seasoned wrestler and bending him backwards with his bare hands. CM: Wow! Look at the pure strength of Prime! JH: Much like Prime’s lariat attempt earlier, the foe had the attack scouted and prevented it! CL: I’d say Prime did one better than Liam though, he avoided it and locked Liam into a bad situation. Gritting his teeth and pain tinted groans seeping out from between them, Mortell furiously shakes his head at Tony’s questionnaire of whether he’ll give. The goliath puts all of his body weight behind it, forcing the Englishman to bend further and further back till his head is heading southward. His only means of easing this abuse is taking steps back, and it is a double edged sword method, for he loses his footing and lets Prime gain more control. Mexico’s fans are cheering and chanting both men’s names, divided as to who they want to win this submission lock trial of strength and wills that the two men have. JH: This is nearly as literal and realistic of the story of David verse Goliath as we may well ever see in Full Intensity Wrestling! CL: It is certainly up there, with Prime having six inches on Liam and almost a hundred pounds. CM: Yaaaaaaaawn… Arrogance starts entering the features and mannerisms of FIW’s Adonis when he accomplishes quite the feat, bending Liam right in half with the hold! The man’s head is actually resting less than a foot away on the canvas from where his feet are comfortably resting on it too! Turning it up a few notches, the behemoth pushes downward and so is not only applying pressure to Liam’s shoulders but also nearly snapping his wrists in two! Clarke is wincing in sympathy and constantly asking him, and he keeps getting a shake of the head negative, course when Prime plants Mortell’s shoulders to the mat Clarke starts his job! CL: Holy fuck! Prime’s actually pinning Liam in the test of strength! CM: This might be one of the shortest matches we’ve ever seen! [align=center]1![/align] JH: Can Liam even kick out with that bad shoulder?! CL: Guess we’re going to find out. [align=center]2![/align] CM: He might just end up popping his shoulder out of it’s socket if he tries! JH: I’ll be amazed if Prime walks into Violence Fetish saying he defeated Liam Mortell in a matter of minutes! [align=center]THR-NO! LIAM LIFTED HIS SHOULDER![/align] CL: Holy fucking Buddha! CM: Listen to these idiots! These idiots being the Mexican crowd who has gone fully in favor of the screaming and howling Liam Mortell, reacting that way since he fought to get his bad shoulder up! FIW’s Adonis looks to be in a state of shock that the older wrestler forced his shoulder up like that, or that he seems to be getting recharged from the fans. Slowly but surely the fans’ intense roars are firing on the Englishman to push his body upward and back up to a vertical base. Unfortunately, the behemoth grows angry and tries to apply as much pressure as he can to stop that fairy tale escape from happening while he’s in command. CM: …And now I’m bored again. JH: Liam Mortell, my word! Such heart, such guts, such drive, all of it for the goal to gain that victory and further cement his status in the FIW food chain! CL: Calm down Hitchen, I know you two are both from over the pond but let’s not hyperbole here, he’s got a long way to go still. Pressure from the goliath is becoming too much to such a degree that the seasoned veteran’s arms are trembling from the force they are trying to battle! A stalemate seems to have broken out between the two, with Liam nearly up straight yet not being able to go any further. Even with the fans’ support behind him, Prime is making sure that he isn’t getting back up completely or entertaining the notion of letting him take command of the hold. In the blink of an eye however FIW’s Adonis is shocked yet again and the fans become utterly and totally deflated at what is taking place in the ring. JH: Liam Mortell is…is…is…is! CL: Falling?! CM: Oh joy, looks like he failed to escape the hold and this match cease to bore me. Falling backwards is indeed what Mortell is doing, and doesn’t even seem to be trying to stop it and thus is making the much larger man come down with him. The fans’ deflation soon turns into an eruption of cheers again when they spot the Englishman bringing up his legs in between Prime and him. Tucking his knees in high, Liam hits the canvas back first with a splat and his foe meets his knees neck and jaw line first in a resounding crunch that is cringe worthy. Letting go of his hands on impact, all the seasoned wrestler must do is watch the larger man spring back and stumble back a few steps, and then eventually fall. CL: Wha…Bu…Uh…I don’t even know what the fuck that was! CM: It was cool is what it was! JH: It almost looked like a modified jawbreaker of some kind! Desperate for air, the goliath’s chest is heaving up and down as he shakes his head a few sharp times, trying to get those cobwebs out of it and clear it. Gradually his massive hands find their mark on the mat and push his upper body upwards, letting him slide up onto his knees. Unluckily for him, Prime doesn’t get to go any further than that because the Englishman he is facing runs across the ring and scales right up onto Prime’s back and jumps! Jumping straight into the air, Mortell brings his arms to his sides and folds his legs, falling into a near cannon ball style senton splash onto the behemoth’s back taking them both down! CM: Whoa! That was cool! JH: While cool, I think Liam might’ve been trying to pull out a bigger maneuver to lead towards the end. CL: Course, old man winter’s age makes sure his endurance for a longer match might not always be up to par to what he’d like it to be. The quicker he can defeat Prime, the better it actually is for him and the longer this goes the less his chances for victory are. Sucking in and gasping for that air again, both men’s faces are contorted in discomfort over what they just were put through a few moments ago by Liam. His hand clutches at his back, and he gingerly starts to make it to his feet with FIW’s Adonis not far behind him to getting to his feet. As soon as they are both up on a vertical base Prime throws out a gigantic punch that clobbers Mortell and sends some of his saliva flying through the air! Going for a second punch, the Englishman narrowly side steps it and frantically tries to shake off the effects of the first punch that are leaving him reeling. JH: Prime is wasting no more time playing the technical game and is just trying to pound Liam into the ground! CL: ‘Bout fucking time! CM: Yay! Prime crush! Prime smash! Impressed applause rings out through the arena from the fans as Mortell side steps and ducks underneath several punches thrown out by the goliath he is facing! For every five punches the big man unleashes, about one of them manages to nail the seasoned wrestler and send him staggering. Gracefully Liam puts up his arms to try and block the few that manage to connect and starts some fancy foot work to dodge and evade the shots that are coming. Sweat starts to develop on the forehead and run down onto the cheeks of FIW’s Adonis as the frustration of the situation starts to trigger that short fuse of the former world champion. CL: Getting Prime mad? Not a good idea. CM: Come on Prime! Break him! JH: Since when are we in a Rocky movie, Chip? Frustration with a mixture of anger is becoming too much for the behemoth, especially with confidence starting to visibly return to his opponent that is avoiding most of his punches. Even the ones that do hit and send Liam staggering backwards with his face nearly broken in two don’t seem to satisfy FIW’s Adonis at the present time. Finally growing fed up with the punches and just barreling forward, throwing out his arm before Mortell knows what is happening. The Englishman is sent twirling completely all the way around in the air from the lariat and land on the canvas with a nasty face plant, Prime grinning and kissing his bicep. CM: Kiss this! JH: My word! Liam went an entire three hundred and sixty degrees in the air from the lariat! CL: That’s what I call fucking powerful. Pleased with himself, FIW’s Adonis plays to the crowd by throwing up his arms and posing in a few body builder manners to try and generate some cheers. Some of the Mexican fans are obliging the goliath in what he wants while about half are still behind Liam, and jeer the big man. The aforementioned Liam is some what out of it though not out cold at least, feebly pushing his upper body up off of the mat and sitting up on his knees. Getting up to his feet and rushing towards Prime, it is near child’s play for Prime to scoop up Mortell off of his feet and hold him up there in the air…and then drop him! JH: And, there’s the Prime Press! I’d hate to say it but it looks like Prime might have it in the bag now. CL: Yeah, Liam’s out of it, it’s safe to say this is more or less over. CM: Ouch~! Liam’s face! The guy isn’t half bad looking for a old dude, he’s got to be more careful! Knowing victory’s within his grasp, the Evolution of Excellence signals that the end is near as he yanks Mortell up to his feet by some of his locks. Snatching a hold of his wrist, the behemoth uses all of his might to whip the Englishman towards the ropes…yet he reverses it in mid-swing! Prime is in a state of shock when he hits the ropes and bounces off of them, snarling and throwing up his leg to still hit his intended maneuver on the seasoned wrestler. Liam side steps, and when the goliath turns around he gets arms wrapped around him…and as cameras go off like wild Liam lifts up all three hundred and ten pounds and slams him down! CL: SPINEBUSTAAH~! Holy shit! Spine Shattering spine buster on Prime! CM: That word…egh… JH: Liam Mortell with bad shoulder, with all of the abuse he’s sustained still managed to lift all that weight! Amazing! Excitement and panic mixing and fueling him, the Englishman leaps over the ample frame of his opponent and foregoes his usual routine. The fans of Mexico start going wild when they see that Liam is trying to lock in his signature submission maneuver, much to the chagrin of Prime! FIW’s Adonis tries frantically to prevent the hold from being cinched in on him, trying to roll over and fling the smaller man off of and away from him! Sadly for Prime and his fans, Mortell locks in the arm triangle choke and almost immediately the behemoth starts tapping out to the submission as he howls in agony! CM: Gah! Submissions! JH: Oh shut it! It’s the ATC! And, …Prime taps! Prime taps! Prime taps! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] CL: Fucking amazing! Liam Mortell picks up another victory in the FIW Trial Series and his score is now three to four! CM: Not to mention, he’s got a victory over Prime now! JH: With only one match left in the FIW Trial Series, can Liam Mortell tie it all up?! MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winner via submission…LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRTEEEEEEEEEELL~!!! West’s voice bursts over the sound system to cue the start of the theme along with another explosion of cheers while Liam releases the hold. His eyes huge and his face in utter shock with happiness finding it’s way into those features when Tony raises his arm in victory! Mortell climbs up to his feet and pumps his fists into the air, the senior referee raising his arm again to more cheers and chants of his name from the fans. The Englishman hurries across the ring and leaps up onto the turnbuckle’s second buckle, pumping his fists into the air again to more cheers. JH: They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and that image right there certainly rings true to that saying! CL: Looks like some one wants to add in a few fucking words… CM: Oh crap! The fans’ gradual shifting from cheers to jeers draws Liam’s attention to the source of this and that is the entrance stage…where Crackerjack and Onikage stand. Onikage grins condescendingly at the seasoned wrestler and FIW’s Masked Monster stands tall with his UIC. Mortell drops down from the buckle and moves across the ring and past Tony checking on Prime, his smile fading a bit and his features becoming more serious. Championship in hand, Jack unravels his index finger from it to point at Liam as Onikage shakes his head in a mock attempt at sympathy for the former FSC. CL: Looks like Crackerjack knows about the final Trial Match for Liam, and that it involves the two of them. CM: …Can some one get these freaks away from us? JH: Onikage may look like Liam’s on death row but I think this may be the biggest chance of his career! Amidst this tension filled moment, Prime on wobbly legs gets back up to a vertical base…only for a arm to wrap around his head and drop him back down! A mixed reaction rings out and draws Liam’s & the Rejects’ attention as from the crowd…now stands Hutch in the ring. FIW’s MVP glares down at his rival and then cocks his head to the crowd, out stretching his arms with a smug smirk on his face to a more intensified mixed reaction. Not sure what to make of it all, Liam paces towards Hutch and grabs him, questioning him on what he is doing only to get shrugged off by the Grand Slam Man. CM: Hutch! He’s like magic or some thing, always popping up like that! JH: And, he made Prime have another taste of Fried Slice of Gold! CL: Looks like Liam isn’t approving of Hutch’s actions though. Hutch looks less than happy about the interruption and starts arguing with his fellow Englishman, poking Liam in the chest a few times as his temper gets the better of him. Neither man notices Clarke trying to help up the behemoth again nor when he regains some of his senses, glaring holes into the back of Hutch’s head. Whipping him around, Prime toe kicks the Grand Slam Man and hoists him up with relative ease right before Mortell’s eyes. Dropping him down with his trademark maneuver, just in time for the officials and security that race into the ring and flood it with their presence. JH: The Authority Bomb! My word! CL: Looks like Hutch should’ve kept his eye on the douche bag instead of the old fart. CM: Guys…they’re still here… Confusion sets in as the officials and security pulls Hutch and Prime apart who are trying to repeat earlier in the night and go at it again. As they try to move both men out of the ring, Liam looks around in a near dazed and his eyes soon meet the entrance stage again. Crackerjack still holding the championship and holds up his index finger as if to say soon before he turns to leave, FIW’s Morning Star mouthing the words “See ya on the second” and then takes his leave too. Leaving Mortell in the sea of FIW staff and not even noticing Hutch & Prime briefly breaking free of their restraints and getting at each other again! CL: Fuck, talk about complete chaos! CM: Phew, they’re gone finally. JH: We’ve had a heck of a night and we’re nearly all out of time but before we go, we are going to show you what you can expect if you order FIW’s Violence Fetish Two Thousand and Seven! [align=center] [/align]CL: Two of the guys we just fucking saw will be in this one! CM: Plus Kennedy, mmmmhmmmm…Kennedy… JH: Management has scheduled the contest in hopes that it’ll finally let the grudge between Prime and Hutch be settled. As well as just like how this all started to begin with, Kennedy will be right in the middle of this storm that is brewing as it’ll be a three-way dance! [align=center] [/align]CL: Alright, Daisuke’s man is making his first defense with the championship! CM: Yeah, Shaun’s my dog! JH: Originally set to just be Jay Bain who earned his shot at Blessed and Foresaken, against the FIW Flycore Champion. However the Reject, Colbert Tottington, has requested his rematch clause be put in effect and so we shall see a falls count anywhere three-way dance! Can Shaun Wilson retain that championship or will we see Colbert regain or maybe even Jay Bain take the championship?! [align=center] [/align]CL: Wait…why the fuck is Adam Wilson in this? CM: Because he’s the Great White Hype? JH: Originally scheduled to have Ash Koopa in the match till Adam Wilson took him out of FIW, and thus has inserted himself in the match! Both Drake and Ethan found their way into the match via their success against the champion, and all three’s grudges. This one’s going to be a intense fight at that with the solid wood tables elimination rules! [align=center] [/align]CL: Hang on, I’ll take this one Hitchen, the Rejects managed to pick up the contendership thanks to the gauntlet a few weeks back. As well as Hardcore Sex picked up the chance by defeating the Tanaka Zaibatsu in a few occasions when the belts weren’t up for grabs. Thus, management has let both factions get their chance at the tag belts at the same time! CM: You’re wrong! Heh, heh, heh…heh…he’s wrong, right Hitchen? JH: No, actually that’s spot on. [align=center] [/align]CL: Liam Mortell’s final FIW Trial Series Match is a fucking taker. CM: Yaaaaaay…a bunch of people I hate. JH: Any ways, you’re right Conse, thanks to Elrick and Grant both making their presence felt against the champion it’ll be a four-way these men collide in! We may very well see the FIW Undisputed International Championship finally taken from the grasp of that monster! [align=center] [/align]CL: This is that freak’s last chance at the FIW Dual Crown Championship, and he’s been given his chance on a silver platter if you ask me. Even if thanks to Kitten he got his fucking nuts stomped in earlier on. CM: I’m still aching and feeling for Nakahata on that one… JH: Because all parties are banned from ringside in this match or they will be fired from FIW…unfortunately since he’s not under FIW contract, that means Onikage will still be out there. However there are no more Matt Impacts and Roll of the Dice cages, there is no more means for some one to screw Nakahata out of his chance at the title. It is do or die time for the Reject member, even more so with the rumors confirmed that his contract is coming up…This may very well be the final encounter between Kiyoshi and Kitten. [align=center] [/align]CL: Then there is the big one that comes around once a year in FIW, the Condemned Fetish Match! CM: This…is gonna be good. JH: Yes, if one man or woman can survive the entire rest of the FIW roster they will have earned the right to go onto Anarchy in the U.K. Two Thousand and Seven. It is there they will compete against the champion for the FIW Dual Crown Championship in the main event of the evening. When that dome cage comes down it won’t be coming back up till every one save a single person is either submitted or knocked out and eliminated. Any one could win this one folks, why last year saw Toan win it and then go on to win the FIW Dual Crown Championship from Tier. CL: Okay, enough of down memory lane, we’re all out of time for now ghouls and goblins, we’ll see you on December 2nd when our fetish for violence emerges…You wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!
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