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| Kryten Shards | Dec 22 2007, 08:57 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 | Dec 22 2007, 09:06 AM Post #2 |
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your opening match tonight is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit. 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 with Onikage, 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. FIW's Morning Star is smiling and waving to the fans along with Felix as a hand rests on Steve's shoulder to comfort his tortured soul. [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 with their advisor, Steve walks forward with a determined pace, his breathing steadily increasing. Felix bounces like a kid with two much sugar, strutting to the music, pursing his lips and rubbing his nipples. MA: On their way to the ring… at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds… Steve “The Emo Kid” Patterson… “Fierce” Felix Arroyo… They are… HARD! CORE! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXX!!! As they arrive at the ring, Felix hops on to the apron and raises the ropes for Steve like a wrestler would do for his valet. Steve ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. The leader of the Rejects staying at the ringside area and pacing around it, his eyes and smile focusing on his charges inside the ring. [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] MA: And now, introducing their opponents. First, weighing in at 215lbs, one of the Tanaka Zaibatsu, he is MISTERRRRR BLOOOOOND-AH! The super-funky ZZ Top-covered riff which, in the hands of Jun Kimura still sounds awesome, strikes up heralding the arrival of FIW's very own "Sharp Dressed Man" as the lights dim to allow spotlights to shine on the entrance cage, which as we speak is filling up with dry ice smoke. [align=center]Clean shirt, New shoes, And I don't know where I am going to. Silk suit, Black tie, I don't need a reason why-y-y-y! They come runnin' just as fast as they can... 'Cause Every Girl's Crazy Bout a Sharp Dressed Man![/align] The chorus ends, with three blasts of pyro in time with those last three words, clearing the smoke away to reveal a young man wondering what kind of hell the CO [size0]2 has played with his bleached blond hair, and he stops at the top for the ramp to fix his quiff with a comb he already had in his hands. Eventually, he's satisfied with the results and he confidently struts towards the ring, flicking the [autographed, obviously,] comb into the front row but before he can scale the ring steps, he orders one of the ring attendants to go up first to hold the ropes open for him. A small arguement ensues, but eventually the ring attendant relents and lets him through. Once in the ring, Blondie stretches in his corner as he waits for the bell. [align=center]It's coming up It's coming up It's coming up It's coming up It's DARE It's DARE[/align] This quick introduction can only mean one things as Roxie Galanoochie takes to the stage. Forgoing the pleasantries of a dance, Roxie walks down the stairs and starts off towards the ring. Blue and white strobes enshrine her as she ignores all calls from the fans whether they be the verbal cat call or the extended hand for a hand slap. Such an unpleasant actions seems funny to her as she smiles. [align=center] that's what you do it baby Hold it down there Jump with them all and move it Jump back and forth It feels like you were there yourself work it out [/align] MA: From New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty three pounds…ROXIEEEEEEEEEE…GAAAAAALAAAANOOOOCHIEEEEEEEEEEeee!!!!!!!!!!!! Roxie reaches up grabbing hold of the middle rope and places her left knee up on the apron before pushing up on the right foot to get the other knee up there as well. Up on the apron, Roxie releases the middle rope and slides her head under it as her right knee joins in as well. Roxie remains straddling the bottom rope to take the moment to laugh out at the fans wanting to see her fall once again. Roxie lifts in her left leg and crawls around for a few seconds along the ropes before using the corner turnbuckle to pull herself up first to her knees. Roxie takes another moment to look through the crowd a smile etched on her face until she suddenly spins around, kicks out her legs, and takes a seated position in the corner. [align=center] It's coming up It's coming up It's DARE Never did no harm Never did no harm[/align] Roxie remains seated for a moment bobbing her head along with the beat until finally pulling herself up to her feet using the top rope. It’s a slow movement that gives a mighty fine arch in her favour. So mighty in fact that when she releases the rope and rears forward the momentum buildup is enough to get in a decent cartwheel that Roxie ends by shooting both arms in the air, fists clenched, letting out a refreshing smile of self approving accomplishment. It’s then that the music fades out and lights resume to normal velocity. CL: So, lets just get this straight: It's the gay guy and the headcase against the Fonz and the headcase lesbian? This should be interesting... As the two teams await the bell, the difference between the two teams becomes apparent. Whereas Felix is stood in his teams corner, talking quietly to Steve, Blondie and Roxie are arguing over who should start the match. Eventually, Mr Blond decides that all this bickering can't be good for his hair, so he decides to just get on with it. He and Felix now stand nose to nose as the bell rings. [align=center]DING-DING!![/align] As soon as the bell rings, the two men lock up in the centre of the ring. Mr Blond throws some knees to Felix's gut, which he summarily ignores, before whipping Mr Blond into a snap suplex, followed by a flurrly of quick knee drops to fallen man. Felix picks up, and Irish whips Blondie across the ring. Blondie ducks the clothesline, but runs straight into Steve's fist, waiting for him on the apron. As Blondie turns to look at where the attack came from and gets goaded by Patterson, Felix delivers a lightning quick German suplex, and holds it for the pin. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK OUT![/align] CM: See, that's the thing about Steve and Felix, they may not get on, but they're a proper tag team. Not like the other two, who wouldn't even be a tag team if Vince Russo ran this place. JH: Frankly, I find the lot of them detestable. CM: Shush, men are talking. A stunned Blondie quickly scrambles to his feet, tagging in Roxie, who Leaps through the ropes, and nearly kicks the top of Felix's head off. As Felix lies dazed on the canvas, she steps over him asking what it feels like to be taken out by a woman, before flinging herself into a standing moonsault, which she holds for the pin. [align=center]ONE! KICK OUT!![/align] CM: That was too easy. You can't put someone out with a single kick and some fancy spins. Where's the offense, the insanity that we like from Roxie!? Roxie drags Felix to his feet, although a couple of quick gut punches drops her to one knee, affording Felix the time to tag Steve in. By this time, Roxie has recovered, and is waiting for him. A complex series of strikes, counterstrikes, fakes and parries ends when Steve headbutts Roxie, knocking her backwards. However, she is still standing, and aware enough to leap over Steve, who was aiming for a dropkick to the knee, and watch him slide underneath the bottom rope. After laughing at the crumpled mess that is Patterson, she turns and looks at Felix, who is screaming obscenities at her. He does this for just long enough for Steve to regain his composure, get back in the ring, and introduce Roxie's face to the mat with a running bulldog. As the two tag, Felix climbs the turnbuckle and launches into a shooting star press, straight into the Roxies knees. JH: Oh Lord! Roxie got her knees up! Felix is down and he's clutching his stomach, that shot could've ruptured something! CM: Lets hope so. A splash of crimson would be a brilliant start to the show! Roxie gets to her feet with a well executed kip-up, and after taking time to mock the broken Felix, goes to tag Mr Blond. However, he has pretty much lost interest in the match now, and is stood on the ring apron, trying to get that elusive extra inch out of his quiff. After a gentle reminder from his partner (Something along the lines of "Get in the fucking ring, dick head"), he steps through the ropes and begins stomping all over Felix before dragging him to his feet. He carefully measures Felix up, before delivering a startlingly aggressive Knuckle Arrow straight between the eyes. CL: Knuckle Arrow! That's gotta hurt! CM: Ouch! Felix staggers around the ring while Mr Blond takes time out to check his 'do, before a sly smile spreads across his face. JH: Are we gonna see a misting? As Blond steps in to mist Felix out of the match, Arroyo grabs him, locking his lips round Blond's CM: Jesus christ, Felix is kissing Mr. Blond! As Felix releases his grip, a plume of pink smoke pours from his mouth, and he looks at Blondie and winks. JH: That is utterly disgusting. In all my years of calling- CM: Bitchen, you know you enjoyed that. All this commotion has given Steve enough time to sneak behind his horrified opponent, looking out at the crowd, who know exactly what's about to happen. As Patterson grips Blondie, Arroyo leaps to the top turnbuckle, and the three men hit the ground in a mess of dropkick, german suplex, and severely flattened quiff. CL: The Happy Ending! This one's over! Steve launches a thunderous dropkick to Roxie as felix hooks the leg of the fallen Zaibatsu Member [align=center]ONE!! TWO!!! THREE!!!![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of this opening bout, HARD-CORE-SEEEEEEEEEX!! As 'Church of Hot Addiction' Bleeds out of the arena's PA, Onikage appears, stood at the top of the entrance ramp. As Steve and Felix approach him, he passes them a tag belt each, and raises their arms, to jeers from the crowd. The trio then walk backstage, leaving Roxie to check on the utterly baffled Mr Blond, who really isn't sure what just happened, just that what ever it was was bad.. After an exciting first match on ReVolt, we cue backstage where we find the every "lovely" Janine Morrigan. JM: "ReVolt... My guest at this time..." *looks to her right and sighs* "Jim O'Brien." We pan out showing the whole scene. Jim towers over Janine, clad in his ring attire minus the tape on his wrist & fingers and elbow brace on his left arm. He looks excited to be here. Janine, not so much. JM: "So Jim... You're gonna make some big return tonight after a 20 month hiatus where you were too busy snorting lines of blow to wrestle-" O'Brien: "Well..." *sheepishly* "... not the whole time." JM: "Yeah, well, you did enough crap. So you had enough of that, stopped and found Jesus probably under your bed next to the Boogeyman and your collection of Twinkie wrappers - which looks like you certainly didn't go to rehab for those." Jim's face grows more stern and serious as Janine continues. JM: "So now you come back and expect a hero's welcome here in Rainbow Hall and honestly believe you can win the Dual Crown. So here's the question - Are you still on drugs?" Jim's seriousness starts to become outright anger as his face begins to turn red, his eyes shooting wide open. O'Brien: "I'm sorry?" JM: "Are you high?! You honestly believe you can win tonight? Jesus Christ... Maybe you should be more realistic in your goals, like, I dunno, getting rid of that hideous haircut or buy your clothes somewhere other than K-Mart or li-" But Janine is cut off midsentence when Jim holds an open palm right in front of Janine's face. In perhaps the angriest we've seen him since his comeback, he looks down on Janine with a silent, violent intensity that can be heard in his tone. O'Brien: "Your speaking privelages..." *snatching the mic away from Janine* "... have been revoked until further notice." Jim raises his right arm & points off camera. O'Brien: "Exit." After suffering pwnage at the hands of FIW's First Monster, Janine pouts and leaves the scnene, but not without: JM: "I'm writing a blog about you. And I won't be nice." Jim chuckles as she leaves our view once and for all. So all that remains is Jim. He smiles and then begins. O'Brien: "I always wanted to do this..." *clears throat* "KOHHHHHNNICHIWAHHHHH NAGOYAHHHHH!" We hear the deafening pop in our background as Jim continues. O'Brien: "Now, before Janine had to leave, she brought up something I'd like to go over. 'Being realistic.'" Jim pauses, his eyes hitting the ground before meeting ours back, a surge of adrenaline flowing through him that we normally don't see in his promos (unless he's really pissed off). O'Brien: "I want to say something to the audience, to the FIW audience as a whole. I feel that an apology is in order. And that is because... I became realistic. Y'see it was about the middle of 2005, not too much after I had lost my Dual Crown title match against Chris Maclay. I was bummed out, depressed, feeling sorry for myself that I had failed in my attempts of recapturing the Dual Crown. And it was then... That I settled. That I decided to be realistic. I told myself 'Jim... You just can't go like you used to. You're no longer in the leagues of the Maclay's, the Kennedy's, the Ragin's, the Hype's, the Dante's and the Swytch's anymore. You're not as good as they are. BUT... you could make a nice little niche in the midcard.' Ladies and gentlemen, I had convinced myself that I was no good. I had convinced myself that I was worthless. And that I couldn't cut it anymore. So I gave up. I gave up on the roster. I gave up on the fans. I gave up on myself. I gave up and quit... so I could be more realistic. So now I want to say, to anyone who's ever bought a ticket to any old TNT shows; to anyone who ever watched me wrestle at home or online; to anyone who's ever rooted for me or against me..." Jim hangs his head in shame. He takes several deep breaths before looking into the camera, looking at us in the eye. O'Brien: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I quit on you. And all I ask of you, the fans here in Nagoya, the fans at home not for your forgiveness... But the opportunity to earn it. When I come out tonight and wrestle Kiyoshi Nakahata... Don't roll your eyes and think 'Oh he'll just lay down and die like he's been doing for the last two years' and then change the channel... Don't type your pessimistic posts about how I'm gonna give up on whatever online message board you venture. Don't. Because tonight, in that very ring... I'm going to earn the forgiveness and respect of the FIW locker room. I'm going to earn the forgiveness and respect of my peers. And I'm going to earn the forgiveness and respect of all of you out there, the very lifeblood of Full Intensity Wrestling... the fans." Jim takes another deep breath, seemingly acting out the weight of the world being lifted on his shoulders. O'Brien: "'See ya tonight, gang." fade out |
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| Kryten Shards | Dec 22 2007, 09:09 AM Post #3 |
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MA: Ladies and Gentlemen; the Following Contest is a Bareknuckle Boxing Match, Scheduled for One Fall; Fifteen minute time limit, decisions can only be rendered by Knockout or Referee Stoppage! JH: And you’ve got to believe that the advantage lies with Nick Allen; CM: He’s got it all. He has the size, he has the experience, and he has the shiny reflective head. CL: All the better for blinding his opponent. Speaking of which… MA: Introducing First, from Hull, England; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Thirty Two pounds; One Hundred Percent… JAAAYYYY BAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIINNNN!!!! [align=center]As the music starts White flashing lights pan from left to right alternatively to the Riff. “I’m not asking for much” appears on the Screens, Fans become more vocal and a “Bain” chant can be heard. “I’m not asking for anything” scrolls across the screen the Music gets loader and just as the Song Kicks in 100% Jay Bain walks into sight through the curtains. Hundreds of White lasers spiral down on Jay Bain and then randomly scan across the fans. Bain psyched up waves his hands up and down beckoning the crowd to be loud and stand up as in to share this moment, he then paces to the ring with his head down displaying an excited look upon his face and slapping extended hands from the crowd, on approaching the ring he begins to take his Grey T-shirt off saying "If I don't kick out on 2...Check for a pulse", a few women cheer and even a few men, then he graps in his right hand, turns to his right and throws it into the crowd were a few hands fight for the Shirt, Bain lets out a huge sigh, takes in the sights,as he calms himself he is reminded how lucky he is to have this chance by the fans now being more supportive as they know who Jay is abit more before leaping right foot first onto the apron followed by the left, as soon as both feet are there he turns 180 degrees in a fluid motion and places the left foot threw the ropes to the mat, bends over and follows with the right. White lights pulse on and off another collection of lasers flicker onto Bain as he Stretches his arms while leaping up and down while turning around in a circle moving to the centre of the ring while looking at the fans, Awaiting the match he then leans against the ropes waiting for the bell. Bain Notices a few Bain crowd signs with His name on and the Bain Chant begins to fade down[/align] MA: And his opponent; from Millwall, England; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Eighty pounds; Nick “The Firm…” AAAAAAALLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNN!!!! 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. JH: And Referee Richard Kelly goes through the rules one last time; CM: Just to remind you all, this isn’t a wrestling match, folks. This is a fight. A brawl. A punch-up. You want a rest? Then hit the deck and take 9 out of the 10 seconds before referee calls you KO’d. No Rest-holds, no psychology- CL: That’s not true. The mind games have begun already. Check these two punks… JH: Oh great. Blond and Wilson, come to scout the Flycore Challengers. The Tanaka Zaibatsu, minus the boss; Mr. Blond and Mr. Wilson appear at the top of the stage, with chairs, so that they can get good seats for the action. Meanwhile, in the ring, Nick Allen doesn’t need the rules explained to him, kid. Jay doesn’t need it either, so what are we waiting for? Oh yeah, the bell. [align=center]Ba-Ding!!![/align] As a point of tradition, both men have retired to their corner for the bell, and on the Ding part of Ba-Ding, Jay Bain comes out hard, fast and aggressively swinging. Not the 1920’s style of dancing, or the kind that involves someone else’s wife; a hook to the ribs, which The Firm ignores, and an upper-cut to the chin which is sidestepped. Allen’s left hand is used to push Bain away, so that he has enough room for a Right Cross, to the face, and within seconds, we have our first Knockdown. [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] Immediately, Bain sits up and blinks out the haze cause by the right hand. The haze is so bad, he has to ask Richard Kelly why he’s standing there counting at him. Shaun Wilson asks his partner in crime if that’s it. [align=center]Four! Five!! Six!!![/align] Eventually, he remembers what’s going on and hops to his feet, and looks around for Allen. The Firm waves hello from a neutral corner, where he was just “chilling” for a moment while Bain looked for his teeth. Fired up, Jay Bain comes in with exactly the same combo he started the match with, the shot to the ribs, the sidestepped uppercut, the push… JH: The URRRAAAAKKKEEEEENN…!?!?! CM: So who is this punk? The 100% Kitten? Staggered by the force and the sheer spinney-ness of the blow, it’s now Allen’s turn to blink away the cobwebs. Jay Bain’s favourite combo [at least the one he’s been using the most so far;] the shot to the ribs followed by the uppercut connects; sending him reeling even more, and even throwing two more jabs on his way back. Allen stays up, backs up to the ropes; and with a quaint skip-step throws a hook that Bain ducks easily; Mr. 100% stands straight back up only to fall victim to a sly head-butt from Allen, sending him down once more. [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] As Bain rolls away cradling his head in his hands, Allen throws his hands up, denying all knowledge of any illegal activities. RK is obviously buying it, seeing as he’s actually giving Bain the ten count. Mr. Nike isn’t unconscious just yet, but answering the ten count isn’t exactly the same thing. [align=center]Four! Five!! Six!!![/align] On pure instinct, Bain is rallied to his feet by the polite applause of the Nagoya crowd. However, his eyes are a little glazed, and he looks a little wobbly on his feet, so Kelly gives him a standing 8, just be certain he’s ok. [align=center]Seven! Eight!![/align] Nodding and shoving away the referee, Jay gets back to the business of the day: trying to avoid back-to-back KO losses. Ducking and weaving is good enough to avoid probing jabs, and another Uraken follows, which Allen easily blocks and punishes with a shot to the kidneys. Bain drops to one knee, but before the referee starts his count, he spins and hits some variety of flying roundhouse. JH: Beautiful desperation move there. CM: But is it legal desperation? I mean, this is boxing… CL: It isn’t a throw, a hold, or a traditional wrestling manoeuvre. It’s all good. Plus I think this kid needs all the help he can get right now. Despite the height difference, Bain gets his leg high enough, but just about over rotates and lands on his feet. Not dissuaded, he springs right up and unleashes a flurry of knee strikes. Immediately, Allen takes a clinch, getting in too close for the knees to be effective. While he’s there, he takes the time to mention how low some of those knees were. None of them were “too” low, but still the command comes to “watch it.” While Kelly and Bain are discussing this, Allen just sort of squeezes a little… JH: Is that a Bearhug I see? CL: Of course not. That would be a quite illegal wrestling hold. What you see is just a perfectly legal clinch… Except a bit tighter. Hitchen remains unconvinced, still the referee is under orders to not bother with clinches and tells them to break, and get on with Boxing. After a fashion, they manage this, and at Kelly’s command get on with the fight. Once again, Bain storms out of the gate like a bull, and once again leaves the boxing behind, with a flying knee that has absolutely no danger of ever being considered low against anyone. The Firm succeeds in blocking the knee, but a number of punches bounce of his turtle-waxed head, and with all the grace and panache of aforementioned bull, Mr. 100% turns the shower of punches into a rain; and from there into a downpour. CM: And like a giant hairless tree, battered by the winter storms, Nick Allen finally topples! CL: I’d ease up on the bald jokes if I were you. I think I see a spot of your scalp peaking through [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] At the back of the arena, some little scallywag starts up a H-A-G-E chant to rouse The Firm. Genki Horiguchi, he may not be, but the rest of the crowd slowly picks it up. Allen opens his eyes with a start and looks around. When he realises what has happened, he nods his approval at his opponent. [align=center]Four! Five!! Six!!![/align] The joke gets less funny when Allen fails his first attempt to stand up. Eventually, he starts nodding along to the chant [even though he probably doesn’t know what it means,] and uses that to launch another attempt. Meanwhile, Mr. Blond [who does know what it means,] stands up and starts combing his quiff. [align=center]Seven! Eight!![/align] And this time, he makes it. The chant dissolves into cheers and applause all round, even from Jay Bain himself, even if he doesn’t look quite as pleased as he could be for his opponent. Still, we have an audience that we don’t want to disappoint, and a match to be getting on with. With his characteristic reckless abandon, Bain Launches yet another wild offensive, and… JH: Good Sweet Christ!!! Straight On To ALLEN’S FIST!!! CM: AAAADRRRRIIIIAAAAANNN!!!! CL: You know, I was thinking less Rocky more Pikey Brad Pitt flying through the air in Snatch. [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] JH: The problem is… Both Rocky Balboa *and* Mickey O’Neill got back up. Not that I’m saying that it’s impossible… CM: He just ain’t moving… [align=center]Four! Five!! Six!!![/align] JH: He’s not out yet! CM: Almost. Just a few more seconds. And I’m not the only one who thinks that… CL: The Tanaka Zaibatsu aren’t exactly paying customers though… [align=center]Seven! Eight!![/align] JH: Up to one knee… [align=center]Nine!!![/align] JH: NOOOOOOOOOO!!! [align=center]TEN!!![/align] MA: Ladies And Gentlemen; Referee Richard Kelly Has Reached the Count of Ten, and Jay Bain Is Unable to Continue… Therefore, your winner; Nick “The Firm” AAAAAAALLEEEEEEEEEENNNN!!! Leading the applause at ringside are Wilson & Blond. Thankfully for the TZ, the two competitors in the ring are oblivious, and as Allen peels Bain off the mat, the two soak in some real applause. Still the heels take their chairs and while they ponder rushing the ring, eventually they decide it’s not worth wasting their time. JH: At the very least, a stirring display of sportsmanship from Nick Allen. CL: Even if he is hurling abuse at the retiring heels. Jay Bain maintains that he’s completely fine. It doesn’t stop Allen throwing him over his shoulders and carrying him to the back. Even with Bain smacking him in the side, Allen still takes the time to shakes hands on the way to the back… |
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| Kryten Shards | Dec 22 2007, 09:11 AM Post #4 |
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The house lights drop, immediately sending the crowd into a frenzy as they know EXACTLY who's on their way.. [align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..." RISE![/align]. As one, the crowd LEAPS to their feet, all of them throwing 'R' signs into the air as the lights all over the arena begin to blaze and strobe maniacally to the thunder known as 'Damage Done' by Mushroomhead. Nightmare steps out onto the stage, coat drifting behind him, and Grant Rice follows him out a moment later, both raising the 'R' handsign to the crowd on opposite sides of the ramp, the theme song barely being heard over the noise. MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! ON THEIR WAY TO THE RING, AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 523 POUNDS, GRANT RICE AND NIGHTMARE, THEY ARE...THE! RRRRRRRRRRREVOLUUUUUUTION! [align=center]Get the hammers high! Get in line to get fucked up! Get the hammers high! Get fucked up![/align] They converge at the center of the stage and head down the ramp, Nightmare tagging hands with the fans as Grant just heads straight for the ring, stopping at the apron to wait for Nightmare to reach him and slide underneath the ropes before entering the ring himself. He goes up on the turnbuckle, beckoning the crowd to shower the Revolution with their praise as Nightmare riles up the crowd on the other turnbuckle as only he can, taunting, flexing and such like. As soon as the chorus hits they begin screaming the lyrics with the song and the crowd, both holding up both hands in the 'R' handsign. [align=center]GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! DON'T DOUBT THE HATE THAT'S INSIDE OF MY HEART! GONNA BREAK HUMANITY JUST IN SPITE OF ME! GAZE INTO MY EYES AND YOU'LL FIIIIIIIIIIIND!!![/align] They drop off the buckle and meet in the center of the ring, speaking with each other quietly as the music and lights fade away, leaving the crowd at a fevered pitch and ready for war. MA: Their opponents… Introducing first… From Denver, Colorado and weighing in at 285 pounds… DRAAAAAAAAKE LOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEEEE!!! 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] MA: His partner… from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 228 pounds… The Flycore Phenom… SHAAAAAAAAAUUUUN WILLLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSOOOOONNNN!!! [align=center]La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right! La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right! The lights dim throughout the arena as Kanye repeats the lines accapella. He receives a mixed reaction throughout the arena as Shaun's music blasts. Shaun slowly steps out the curtains and stops right above the stairs. I Had A Dream I Can Buy My Way To Heaven, When I Woke I Spent That On A Necklace. I Told God I'll Be Back In A Second, Man It's So Hard Not To Act Reckless! Shaun stares cockily at the crowd into the arena. He crosses both of his arms as white pyro rains down from the Revoltrons behind him. Once the pyro stops raining Shaun slowly takes off his hood and smirks as he jogs down the stairs. He nods his head to the song as he walks slowly down the aisleway. Clips of Shaun in action plays on the ReVoltrons. I Feel The Pressure, Under More Scrutiny And What I Do? Act More Stupidly! Shaun nears the ring and takes off his hoodie and slings it into the nearby audience. Shaun continues to lip synch the words as he takes a couple of steps and hops up on the ring apron. Shaun turns and raises both arms in the air leaning on the top ropes. After taunting the crowd more he walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. So If The Devil Wear Prada, Adam & Eve Wears Nada I'm In Between, But Way More Fresher. With Way Less Effort, Cuz When You Try Hard.......That's When You Die Hard! Your Homies Looking Like Why God, When They Reminisce Over You My God! The beat breaks down as the woman continues her chant as Shaun is perched above the top rope. He taps his chest and raises his arms still talking trash to him. Shaun finally climbs down and adjusts his wrestling gear. Excuse Iz You Saying Something? Un Uh You Can't Tell Me Nothing! (Ha Ha) You Can't Tell Me Nothing! La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right! La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right! Shaun bounces around the ring and gets ready for his opponents. [/align] [The Nagoya crowd settles into heavy murmuring as J.J. does the routine weapons check, first on Wilson and Love and then the Revolution. Not finding anything suspicious, he motions for the bell.] DING-DING-DING! [Nightmare and Shaun Wilson choose to start things off, the former ready and raring to go as the latter is taking his time, adjusting his wristbands. As a result, he is caught off-guard when Nightmare pounces on him, locking in a front grapple. Wilson recovers quickly, falling to the ground and placing one foot at the front of Nightmare’s ankle and the other in the back of his shin. Nightmare falls face first onto the mat.] JH: Drop toe hold by Shaun Wilson! It’s that kind of speed that makes you question whether Nightmare has a chance keeping up with the Flycore Division. CM: Well, it’s pretty obvious that Nightmare has a few screws loose. I checked his MySpace page this afternoon and Alex Jones is on his top friends list. [Wilson poses for the crowd, although as typical with the Japanese, he doesn’t get much of a reaction except some polite clapping. Nightmare gets back to his feet and charges the sidetracked Wilson, who turns around just in time to eat a forearm strike to the mouth.] JH: Nightmare reminding Shaun Wilson the price of being distracted. [Eager to follow through, Nightmare scoops Wilson up, applying a front face lock and draping the near arm over his shoulder. He lifts Wilson up for a suplex, but as Wilson goes upside-down he slips free and drops down, landing on his feet. He runs toward the ropes, bounces of them and jumps, nailing a dropkick into the small of Nightmare’s back. Nightmare falls forward, hanging himself on the second rope and facing the outside. Wilson wastes no time rebounding off the ropes again, jumping up and grabbing the top and second ropes and then swinging around back to the ring, hitting Nightmare in the head with his feet.] CM: Modified Tiger feint kick! JH: Wilson showing off his superior agility again. [Nightmare rolls backward, lying face-up in the center of the ring. Standing on the apron, Wilson leaps onto the top rope and then jumps off it, aiming his leg to land across Nightmare’s throat. The larger man rolls out of the way, however, and Wilson only hits the mat. He grabs his tail bone in pain as Nightmare gets to his feet.] JH: Springboard diving leg drop comes up short. CL: Just like when Chip tries to call and set up a second date, nobody’s home! CM: Why do you have to make this personal? [Nightmare raises Wilson to his feet, lifting him up over his head with arms fully extended. He lets out a roar as he shows off his strength, delaying the release. After a few seconds, he runs toward the ropes and throws Shaun out of the ring. Landing with a thud, Nightmare flexes as J.J. heads to the apron and gazes down at Wilson.] JH: Gorilla press slam on Wilson, Nightmare showing how motivated he is win tonight! He really wants to prove how better he is than anyone else in the Flycore division! [Not willing to wait, Nightmare steps out of the ring and approaches Wilson on the outside. He props Wilson against the railing in a corner. As Wilson stands there still stunned, Nightmare walks all the way to the other end of the railing. J.J., meanwhile, starts to count both men out.] 1! [Taking a running start, Nightmare rushes Wilson, and just as he reaches his target, he raises his arm up to plant Wilson stiffly in the chin. Shaken, Wilson slumps against the rail, barely holding onto it to keep from falling all the way down.] JH: STIFF EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! Nightmare knocked Shaun Wilson’s block off with his forearm! CM: That was Nightmare telling Wilson to make himself a dang quesadilla! 2! [Nightmare takes hold of Wilson again, going for another suplex, but finds himself being blocked. Wilson unloads a few punches before putting Nightmare in a front face lock, hooking the near leg behind Nightmare’s knee with his free arm. He falls backward, flipping Nightmare up and over into the chairs at ringside. Security and the ring crew soon move in, making sure the fans move out of the way of the wrestlers.] 3! CL: I love it when they don’t move. JH: Nightmare laid out among the fans, but it looks like Shaun Wilson is headed back to the ring… 4! [Wilson does indeed ascend onto the apron, but stops short of returning into the ring. Instead he jumps on to the ropes, leaps off with a backflip and soars through the air and comes crashing down, clearing the railing and falling on top of Nightmare!] CL: NICE~! ASAI MOONSAULT! Shaun Wilson just sacrificed his body there, doing that backflip all the way into the crowd! CM: Craziness! I think Shaun Wilson had his cornrows braided too tight! 5! [Wilson and Nightmare spend a few seconds recovering, with Wilson doing that thing where wrestlers after they take bumps whisper to one another while trying to make it look like their heads just happen to be lying right next to each other.] JH: I think Shaun Wilson will have earned the respect of this Nagoya crowd by the time this night is finished. It might not be easy to like the man, but you have to respect the moves. CM: Nah, they’ll never like him because of the color of his skin. Prime Minister Shinzo Abe doesn’t care about black people! 6! JH: Come on now, Chip, you don’t know that. CM: Yes, I do. Kanye West said it so it must be true. CL: Do I need to take away your iPod mini again? CM: Shut up, you hater! YOU CAN’T TELL ME NOTHING~! 7! [Nightmare is the first to return to his feet. He pulls Shaun up and pushes him over the guard post and then drags him into the ring. J.J. stops counting as they both men enter. Almost instantly, Nightmare tags out to Grant Rice.] CM: Oh, thank God Nightmare is out of this match for the time being. The Japanese haven’t been this happy since they discovered how delicious raw fish eggs are. CL: Don’t be ignorant, Chip. Surely everyone across the world knows how talented the Revolution are. CM: Oh, yes, they’re so delicious. That’s why Nightmare is gunning for the Flycore belt. I’m sure he was furiously chatting with Grant about it on AIM all week. [As Nightmare rests in his corner, Grant Rice starts stomping away on the downed Shaun Wilson. Using the ropes for momentum, he sets up a jumping knee drop… but hits the empty void as Wilson rolls out of the way. Getting up to his knees and then his feet, he tags in Drake, who rushes in with a lariat that staggers Grant but doesn’t knock him down.] CM: Someone get him some Viagra, that clothesline wasn’t stiff enough. CL: I thought designer drugs were your thing, Chip. CM: Unlike that ne’er-do-well Roger Clemens I stay true to my loyal fans by following a straight edge lifestyle. JH: Is that so? CM: Yes, I ride all the way to the danger zone on the straight edge of a razorblade with a motorcycle mama on my Harley. CL: …Are you on drugs right now? [Drake Love manages to fire off a few more punches before Grant grabs him by the arm, spins him around and wraps his own arms around Drake’s waist. Drake tries to wiggle free, but is unsuccessful. Placing his arms around Drake’s, Grant locks in a full nelson before lifting Drake up and slamming him to the ground with a thunderous thud.] CM: Sloppy full nelson slam, sloppy full nelsom slam! CL: What are you talking about? That was perfectly executed. CM: You kiss-ass. A member of Revolution could do an arm drag and you’d call it a chrysanthemum. CL: Are you mocking fun of me for appreciating good wrestling? CM: No, I’m mocking you for you wishing you’d come back as Tier’s tights when you die. [Placing a boot on the back of Drake’s left leg, Grant takes hold of it by the ankle. Raising the leg by the ankle, he then stomps down on it with his foot, causing Drake to let out a loud moan. Grant follows up by folding Drake’s legs over each other as if to put him in an cross-legged sitting position and then places his own knee on top of Drake’s shins, putting his weight on them. Drake writhes in agony as Grant puts all his strength into the hold.] CL: Indian deathlock by Rice on Love now. CM: Another move you probably think is the bee’s knees because a Revolution guy is doing it. Personally, I don’t see what all the hullabaloo is about. JH: It looks like Shaun Wilson does, however! [We cut to Shaun, who is looking very distressed and calling for Drake to break out. Very slowly, Drake is crawling to the ropes and just manages to reach it. J.J. tells Grant to stop, which he does. But he wastes no time in dragging Drake back to the middle of the mat, this time sitting on Drake’s back and pulling that same left leg toward Drake’s head. Shaun is once more worried, now yelling at Drake to escape.] JH: I think Shaun Wilson is a little frustrated that his partner isn’t capitalizing the same way he did when he was in there with Nightmare. CM: Yes, I too know what it’s like to have your talent wasted by a couple of nobodies who you have to share the stage with. CL: I’m going to gouge your eyes out with a fondue fork. [Not willing to wait any longer, Shaun Wilson jumps onto the top rope and springboards off it, flying onto Grant’s shoulders and then flipping backward, whipping Grant across the ring with a springboard Frankensteiner whip.] CL: Shaun Wilson whips Grant across the ring with a springboard Frankensteiner whip. …Is there an echo in here? CM: These Japanese arenas are known for their great acoustics. [Grant sits up, Undertaker-style, shaking the cobwebs free. But just as he does so, Wilson bounds off the ropes and dropkicks Grant in the face, laying him out again. Confident of his work, he slips back behind the ropes and motions for Drake to pick up where he left off.] JH: I imagine Drake Love is having some trouble with ring rust, so Shaun Wilson is doing his best to help his partner out. CL: Let’s see if he can keep up the pain… [Picking Grant up, Drake makes sure he is sturdy enough on his feet before slapping Grant hard across the face. This revitalizes Grant enough to start firing back slaps of his own and soon they are going back forth, one slap after another. Finally Grant rears back and hooks Drake HARD with his left hand, sending Drake to the ground with wobbly legs.] CM: Drake Love tried to send Grant Rice to rehab but he said NO, NO, NO! JH: And Shaun Wilson is less than pleased… [Wilson is shaking his head from the sidelines like the coach of the Miami Dolphins. Grant Rice meanwhile picks Drake up, bends him forward and places his head between Grant’s legs. He hooks each of Drake’s arm behind Drake’s back and then pulls back on Drake’s arms so he is held upside down. Grant drops to a sitting position, dropping Drake on his head.] CL: Certainly Cripplin’, Cranium Crusher! JH: Looks Drake is down and out for the three count! Wait… Where is Shaun Wilson going? [Apparently put off with how Drake is losing, Shaun has jumped off the apron is headed toward the backstage area. The fans let out loud boos as he walks out on the match. Nightmare notices this and starts to run after Shaun, chasing him to the backstage.] JH: What is he doing? He can’t just walk out on this match! CL: I think he just did… And Drake Love is in serious trouble! [Indeed he is. Grant Rice rolls him over on his belly and takes hold of his ankle. Drake looks to his corner, but finds it empty. He moves toward the ropes, but Grant wraps his legs around Drake’s leg to prevent him from going anywhere. He really twists hard on the ankle, and before long Drake is slapping the mat.] DING-DING-DING! JH: HE DID IT! GRANT RICE GOT DRAKE TO SUBMIT! CL: A short match, but not so sweet for Drake Love! MA: Here are your winners… Grant Rice and Nightmare… THE REEEEEEEVOOOOOOLUUUUUUTIIIIIIOOOOONNNN!!! [But as Grant Rice celebrates and gets his hand raised by J.J., Nightmare is noticeably absent. We then switch to a different camera located in the backstage. Shaun Wilson is walking down a hallway… until he is suddenly tackled by Nightmare, who pins him against the wall. Wilson starts to club him on the back and soon they are out-and-out-brawling up and down the corridor. We then switch back to Chip, Hitchen and Constance.] JH: Looks like Shaun Wilson and Nightmare are going at it back there. Apparently Nightmare wants to really prove he has what it takes to be the Flycore champion! CM: Yeah, good luck with that, ‘Mare. CL: Now we have to pay the bills. We’ll be right back after this! JH: Excuse me gentlemen, I have a pressing engagement in the middle of the ring. CL: Last time Bitchen had a pressing engagement it was with a lady-boy called Steve. CM: Ha ha! Hitchen with a she-male! Sirens begin to wail in the arena and the opening line to Motorhead’s ‘King of Kings’… [align=center]Behold the King, the King of Kings! ![]() On your knees dog, All hail![/align] The fans react in negatively as Lemmy Kilmister encourages the fans to bow down to the former Slam! General Manager. 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod emerges from the entrance on his crutches. Orion stands on the staging looking out at the crowd behind a pair of designer shades before struggling down the steps to the floor. [align=center] Bow down to the, bow down to the King! Bow down to the, bow down to the King! Bow down to the, bow down to the King![/align] ’The Oracle’ heads towards the ring, stopping a few times to return to glare of an angry FIW fan. Orion places his crutches on the ring apron and hops in beside them, pulling himself up using the ropes before replacing his supports. Orion hobbles to the centre of the squared circle, where pushes Hitchen aside before tilting his head upwards and gold coloured fireworks shoot up from all four corners! The pyro dies down, the music fades out and the lights return to normal as Michael Anderson prepares to make his announcement. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome 'The Oracle' ORRRRIIOOON OLLLLDRIIIIIOODDDDDDD!!! CM: Wait a second, how did Hitchen get this gig? I'm Orion's fan! CL: When you say "fan", do you mean the only one? Orion looks down at Jonathan Hitchen as Hitchen holds the microphone up to Orion's mouth at Oldriod's request. The fans are booing at the crippled former World Champion once again. Orion: Now I told you all that I'd be back tonight and as always I have fulfilled by promises. As you can see, I am here once again and I am standing in the middle of the FIW ring. Hitchen: Nobody can argue with that but the question is...why? You obviously can't wrestle and the last time I checked FIW Management weren't hiring anybody to work on the show. Oldriod delays his response and takes some time out. He removes his shades and places them delicately on Hitchen's head. Orion: I think you're getting a little bit ahead of yourself. First off I want to talk about how great it is to be back under FIW contract. I mean just going around the locker room, the support and the welcome from members of the roster has been touching to say the very least. I just want to clear something up right now, I read on FIW.com that Kennedy was talking about spending some quality time with somebody special over the holidays and I think it's only fair that I 'fess up. Indeed it was Orion that would have been laying Kennedy's quivering body down by a fire but I offered her the chance to take a ride on the big 'O' and she turned me down! CM: Strike out! That doesn't happen often. Just ask Diane Swallow... CL: Diane did what???? CM: Or Rebecca Hunter... Oldriod appears to be trying his best to muster up some sincerity in his voice. Orion: She didn't say why but I think we all know that it was because of my 'condition'. She is a heartless bitch! It's just one example of the discrimination that I have received since returning to the hallowed halls of Full Intensity Wrestling. You see it seems that Orion isn't being taken seriously. The things I say aren't being taken seriously and I've had just about enough of it. In the past the boys and girls in the back have referred to me as 'Mr. Oldriod' or 'Sir' but now things are different. There are no longing looks of jealously of my talents from the likes of Elrick and Nightmare. Hitchen: Maybe if you were actually wrestling rather than talking people would take notice. Orion: When I want your opinion boy, I'll ask for it. But you do have a point and it's something that I planned for all along. It's time for Orion to introduce the person who will continue the legacy of the 'Oracle'. My role on this show is changing; I will manipulate from the sidelines as a manager for this young wrestler...LARA TONI! CM: Lara who? The entrance turns a shade of blue as "Frankenstein" by the Edgar Winter Group begins to sound throughout the arena. A young woman bounds out of the gateway onto the stage and raises her arms above her head. She begins slapping the hands of the fans in the front row before she looks up in the ring to see Orion shaking his head. She waves out to the fans before sliding in and placing her cowboy hat on Orion's head. The young woman leaps up onto the middle rope and raises her arms in the air. She applauds the fans as Orion looks displeased. The person identified as 'Lara Toni' performs the same combination on all four turnbuckles before joining Orion in the middle of the ring. Orion: Hitchen! Show my protégée the proper respect! The ReVolt commentator offers his hand and a smiling 'Lara Toni' shakes his hand, she then goes to hug the commentator but Orion pulls her away by her shoulder. She looks disappointed with herself as Orion frowns. Orion: Step back there Hitchen. This young phenomenon is Lara Toni. I can see you're just itching to get the scoop Hitchen so why don't you ask whatever questions you have. Hitchen: Well first of all I'll get your name right, it's Lara Toni? *Lara nods* I guess the first question is where are you from? Hitchen is looking down at Lara but Orion nudges Hitchen's head up to meet Orion's glare. Orion: I don't remember saying that you could talk to Lara. You don't talk to her, nobody does. You talk to me. Hitchen: Sorry Orion. Same question to you? Orion: Lara is originally from Taiwan but I discovered her talent about four months ago in Toronto. I honed her skills personally and now I have brought this future Dual Crown Champion to Full Intensity Wrestling with myself as her personal manager. I guide this girl and I'll guide her to the top because there is nobody else better qualified than me to lead a talented athlete to the very top of this business. Lara claps Orion and encourages the crowd to do the same, which draws blank responses from the fans. Hitchen is feeling somewhat confident... Hitchen: So I guess the big question is why this woman or anybody for that matter would sign up to your services? You're hardly a shining example of sportsmanship! Orion: I knew it was only a matter of time before my past 'accomplishments' came back to haunt me. You know what Hitchen? This interview is over. You tell whoever the hell sent you up here that next time, send somebody with a brain in their head. Orion tells Lara that they're leaving but Hitchen isn't giving up just like that! Hitchen: How has he manipulated you into believing this man? He's a cheat and a liar, he's a scam artist! Orion: Don't listen to the likes of him Lara, I've never even seen him before. He must be new around here. Let's go. Oldriod hands his crutches to Lara Toni before dropping to the mat rolling out under the bottom rope. Orion walks behind Lara to the back, ensuring that nobody can talk to her. |
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We head back to the ring to find Michael Anderson standing center ring with the microphone held firmly in his grasp. He seems a little confused, as if he doesn’t know that we’re back live on him. You ever notice that about the announcers? It’s not until the bell sounds that they snap back into action. Almost as if that’s their cue… interesting. DING! MA: The following contest is an INTERGENDER SNOWBALL TAG TEAM FIGHT! 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: Introducing first, 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 towards the octagon snow pit, blowing off jeering fans left and right. He stomps his way into the center of the snow and immediately throws his hands up victoriously again while parading himself about. JH: This would be Adam Wilson’s very first snowball fight in his… I would guess, entire career. CM: You think they don’t have snowball fights in backyard federations, Jonathan? That’s all they do in the winter months! Adam is VERY skilled in this match. JH: I sit corrected. The lights just enough as the music of "Bleed it out" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. The camera focuses on the Tron viewing the bright golden lights that soon flash to a black griffin. Pulling out as the lyrics start out the Winged Feline comes from the back bouncing the music. The crowd has mixed feelings for the young female before them as some cheer and others boo. She comes to the edge crossing her legs and then her arms above her head with her hands in a fist. Sparks light up around her as the chorus picks up. MA: His tag team partner, from Atlanta Georgia, she is TTTTTTEEEEEE-BBBBBBIIIIIIIRRRRRRDDDD!!!! T-Bird pulls from her position and makes her way over to the snow pit. She steps center snow much like her partner before her, pulling the ribbon from her hair. She shakes her head trying to get more of the crowd to cheer as she pulls off the coat and gets ready for the match. JH: T-Bird, I would guess has not been in one of these matches before. Chip? CM: Not to my knowledge. But I appreciate you checking with a more knowledgeable individual. CL: Oh, for crying out loud. 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 voice booms over the speakers. [align=center]Turn me up! Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay And if they pay then they pay with they life So watch another man try to hold on to his life Cause' I keep lookin' and huntin' just like a lion Let the sucka' know that it's them that be dyin' I show no remorse to the source of the tales And if they tell then the hungry better battle[/align] ”Another Body Murdered” 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 “Cheap pop comment here~!” MA: The opponents-- introducing first from Detroit, Michigan, he weights in at two-hundred pounds and is the reigning FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION-- EXXXXXXTTTTRRREEEMMMMME NNNNIIIINNNJJJJJAAAA! NUMBBBERRR TTTWWWOOOO!!! [align=center] Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table And if I miss, I never miss, cuz I’m able I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus But I'll never bless the rest, so never cease I'll do a motherfucker with this restin' piece Cause' what they saw they never seen or even heard of And if they live, it's just another body murdered.... .....another body murdered.... I'm makin' deals for deals that make a kill And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G' But if they think I'm blasted then they gone I'm takin' off they're head with a motherfuckin' chrome I gotta pay the play the pay ta' get crooked And I ain't 'BOO' til' I dump another fool I see the fool runnin' and runnin' but where they goin' ? Had to witness my murder now they knowin' What they blast so blast so at the pad I'll have the thing fixed...My life was goin' in a flash.... If I went to say that'd be my ass Searching for these fools while stepping cross the squares Cause they can't hide and hide and that's real And what you just witnessed with your eyes got ta' kill.... .....another body murdered..... Bang your head to this.... Turn me up! Another body murdered! [/align] Ninja hurries down the steps and over to the snow pit. Unlike his opposition, he doesn’t flaunt himself in the center of the pit and rather remains off to the end nearest the entrance, glancing back in anticipation of his tag team partner. All while Adam points at him menacingly, motioning that he’ll be taking that championship wrapped around the Ninja‘s waist. Ninja in turn removes the title and holds it up while beckoning for Adam to come take it. JH: To my knowledge, this man is the only one to have experienced this style of contest. CL: You’re acting like this is some complicated match. It’s a SNOWBALL FIGHT! Who hasn’t had at least one in their lifetime. It’s not like it requires much effort. JH: We’ll see who can balance the snowball fight with actual wrestling, won’t we? 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 over to the snow pit. MA: Making her way to the ring from Ohio, she is your HELLCAT DIVISION CHAMPION… JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!! Jaime pauses next to Ninja before leaning over and flinging her hair back as she raises her head with a grin from ear to ear. She blows a kiss to a fan nearby before slipping her pink parka off her shoulders. Ninja fumbles with the Fighting Spirit Championship while hurrying to catch the parka and help her remove it. Once Jaime realize what’s happening, she hurries to help Ninja balance the two items with a confused look on her face. CM: Ooh ooh! Look how cute! Fuzzy pink snow boots have never looked hotter! With booty shorts and a bikini top! That’s how I like my snow bunnies! CL: And look at the miscommunication between Ninja and Jaime before the match even begins. JH: Ninja’s just trying to be a good guy. Cut him some slack. Michaela takes the parka and championship belt from Ninja’s hands and passes them off to a ring monkey while Adam taunts Jaime by teasing her with the removal of his long-sleeved Got Hype? T-shirt. There’s a mixture of boos and catcalls from the men (the boos) and women (catcalls) as Adam shows off like he’s taking Roxie’s job from her. In the end, he opts to keep warm in the snowy atmosphere. CM: Aw, no Hype flesh? JH: And that disappoints you? CM: Err, no! I was… um… dammit! DING-DING! The bell sounds out and all four competitors just stare one another down. Both sides seem to be awaiting the other to see what the first move is going to be. Finally, all four begin scooping up snow and flinging it back and forth. CM: And the snow is flying. I wonder how cold it is. Maybe Jaime or T-Bird can show us. JH: Could you please focus on the actual contest and not what it’s obvious you’re hinting at. It doesn’t take long for the good old fashioned snowball fight to get old. Mostly because it isn’t getting any of them anywhere closer to victory. Or maybe it does as a snowball connects right in Ninja’s masked face, distracting him long enough for Adam to tackle him with a flying forearm! That distraction leaves the Hellcat Champion open for an actual tackle in the form of a spear from T-Bird! Adam floats over into a mounted position on the FSC, laying into him with wild right hands. The hellcats lobby for position while throwing their own wild strikes. CL: CATFIGHT! A HELLCAT FIGHT! JH: Adam Wilson wasting little time in taking the fight to the man holding the Fighting Spirit Championship. CM: He’s the future Fighting Spirit Champion! The hellcats get back vertical, still exchange strikes back and forth until T-Bird blocks one from Jaime and nails her with a kick to the midsection. Jaime blocks a snap suplex attempt from T-Bird and knees her in the stomach before dropping her face-first in the snow with a Fujiwara armbar! Adam glances from his attack on Ninja before rolling off Ninja and to his feet next to Jaime. He grabs a handful of the hellcat’s hair, pulling her to a standing position off his partner. Adam pulls Jaime face to face with himself, only to get SLAPPED across the face from Jaime! CL: Expertly applied Fujiwara armbar from Jaime interrupted by the Great White Hype. JH: And a slap from Jaime for his efforts! Adam turns away from Jaime while holding his cheek and gets smacked in the face with a spinning wheel kick from Ninja! Jaime backs out of the way of the action, only to get clubbed across the back of the neck from T-Bird! She grabs Jaime in a headlock and runs her face-first in the snow with a bulldog! She immediately shoves Jaime over onto her back and hooks the leg! [align=center]ONE! TWO!![/align] Ninja breaks up the pin attempt by dragging T-Bird off Jaime! T-Bird throws an elbow right into Ninja’s face, backing him up in the snow with one right after the other! A final elbow shot knocks him right into a forearm shot to the kidneys from Adam! He follows that up by locking Ninja up and DRIVING HIM INTO THE SNOW WITH A REVERSE DDT! JH: Some double teaming from Adam and T-Bird on Ninja. All legal in this snowball fight tag team match. CM: Do you think they should make one member of each team stand outside the snow until they get a tag? JH: Don’t be ridiculous. T-Bird smirks at her assistance in laying out the Fighting Spirit Champion before returning her attention to Jaime. She sprints across the snow and leaps up into the air LANDING A SENTON SLAP INTO NOTHING BUT SNOW AS JAIME ROLLS ASIDE! Jaime gets to her feet and NAILS TWO BOOTS INTO T-BIRD’S FACE! JH: Missed senton from T-Bird-- CM: Baseball dropkick to the Griffin’s face! Now it’s Jaime’s turn to make the cover on T-Bird. Michaela doesn’t get a chance to even do a one count before Adam yanks her off his tag partner. He spins Jaime around and gets another slap to the face. This time he grits his teeth in a fit of rage and SHOVES JAIME DOWN INTO THE SNOW! JH: What the hell?! He just shoved Jaime down! CL: It’s a fuckin’ match, Hitchen! He could’ve done a lot worse. JH: Doesn’t mean I have to like it. Much like Hitchen, Jaime seems more shocked than hurt by the move. Adam stares down at the hellcat, a glint of guilt seemingly flashing in his eyes before he’s YANKED BACKWARDS IN A ROLL-UP! Ninja bridges out as Michaela hits the snow! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT![/align] Adam manages to spring out of the pin at the last minute. Ninja rushes back to his feet, getting a dropkick courtesy of T-Bird! Adam aggressively pushes T-Bird aside and leaps onto Ninja, once again pounding into the Ninja with all the wild right hands he can swing! T-Bird stares in shock at Adam’s rage before turning her attention back-- TO A CHOP FROM JAIME! A second chop opens T-Bird up for a boot to the midsection. Jaime wrenches T-Bird’s arm and DRILLS HER INTO THE SNOW-- NO! T-Bird DRAGS JAIME INTO A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! CM: Dear sweet Christ! Look at Adam all over the Fighting Spirit Champion! JH: Something has very obviously angered Adam Wilson. CM: My guess is Ninja, the guy who’s face he’s pummeling. JH: I kind of wonder if Adam’s ticked at himself for letting his emotions take over and shove Jaime. CL: Only you would ever come up with a twisted conclusion like that! Instead of listen to you, let’s watch T-Bird nearly take Jaime’s head off with a clothesline. T-Bird has since covered the champion but Michaela is far too invested in trying to pull Adam off of Ninja. You see, right hands are legal but Michaela has to use her judgment when it comes to pinning someone down and simply beating their face in with no obvious intent of winning the match. T-Bird actually assists Michaela in yanking him off in an attempt to get the match back on track. Unfortunately that just leaves Adam up for a BIG TIME SPEAR FROM NINJA! CM: HOLY SHIT! JH: Adam and Ninja have completely lost their minds here tonight! CL: Nothing better than two men trying to kill each other in snow. Ninja is now on top and laying into Adam with any strike he can get to connect! Michaela and T-Bird watch stunned as the two men fight for control, blasting each other upside the head, in the ribs, anywhere they can connect. But the attention quickly shifts as Jaime boots T-Bird in the stomach, wrenches her arm and DRILLS HER HEAD-FIRST INTO THE SNOW! JH: BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR! CL: What a sickening head drop into that snow! That isn’t as cushiony as it looks! CM: It looks like T-Bird is knocked out! Jaime rolls T-Bird onto her back and hooks a leg while grapevining the other! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!! DINGDINGDINGDING!![/align] The bell sounds but that doesn’t stop Ninja or Adam from their attempt to kill one another. More referees and security pour out to the ringside area, trying to pull both Ninja and Adam apart while Jaime watches on with a look of shock and partial fear on her face. JH: This match is over but you wouldn’t be able to tell it by the ruckus still going on. CM: Adam and Ninja are literally trying to kill each other! JH: What the hell is this all about? CL: Well, Adam WAS trying to turn Ninja’s face into mush for no reason. That explains what ticked Ninja off… doesn’t it? JH: Call me a sap but I think it all centers around a certain hellcat. Finally the two men are ripped apart but Adam yells and screams out to be let go. As you can expect, it doesn’t happen. Ninja’s chest heaves up and down as he seems to be forcing himself into calming down. Finally he pulls away from the security and makes a b-line for Jaime. Frantically the ninja looks over his partner, questioning on whether she’s okay or not. Jaime pulls away from him and struggles to get a glimpse at Adam. To make sure he’s not getting loose? Or to make sure he’s okay? Ninja stands off to the side, his shoulders slumping in disappointment as Jaime seems completely oblivious to his concern or his own welfare. Backstage we find the Hellcat Division Champion pushing her way through the busy corridor. The camera follows her as she pushes her way into her locker room… to which the camera continues to follow. Immediately she picks up her cell phone and dials in a number. Jaime: Hey. Yeah. What have you got for me? She pauses as the person on the other end has something to say. Whatever it is, it gets a nod from the hellcat. Jaime: No. Yeah, that’s fine. Authorize it. Thank you so much. I owe you. Jaime snaps the cell phone shut, so immersed in her phone call that she’s completely unaware someone besides the camera has followed her into her room. She probably is unaware of the camera too, but that’s nothing unusual. She remains unaware of her visitor until a hand reaches out and grabs her shoulder. Jaime: Nothing! What?! Jaime blurts out a denial before she’s even accused of anything or aware of who it is that’s touching her. She spins around and comes face to face with a dark-haired man. He’s very attractive if you must know. And yes, he does look like a generic Baywatch lifeguard. RK: Um… hi? Jaime chuckles nervously at her own embarrassed reaction. Jaime: I’m sorry, I just--nothing. RK: What was that about? Jaime cuts her own self off when RK talks over her. He motions towards the cell phone in her hand as he asks his question. RK: Oh-kay. Anyways, I just wanted to apologize for our last… outing. And I was wondering if maybe you’d want to try it again. This time without upchuck. This time RK gets to chuckle nervously about his embarrassment. The offer does manage to bring a smile to Jaime’s face. A quite genuine one too. Jaime: That would be great. RK: Awesome. Hopefully this one ends on a better… Jaime: Moment? Jaime offers a finish to his sentence, bringing a smile to the referee’s face. RK: Yeah. Jaime: I’m looking forward to it. RK: Me too. I’ll give you a call. I got to get out there. RK excuses himself from the room, heading off to referee his upcoming match while the Hellcat Champion is left smiling like a moron in her room. That comes to an end when she glances down at the cell phone in her hand. What is so unhappy about her cell phone? The call that she made? What exactly did she have done? And who does she owe for it? |
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| Kryten Shards | Dec 22 2007, 09:15 AM Post #6 |
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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: In the ring…well, out of the ring… JH: What’s Elrick doing out of the ring already? Elrick flips up the ring apron pulling out a table and starts setting it up. JH: Elrick is already setting up a table and Liam hasn’t even hit the ring. CM: He hasn’t even been officially announced yet either. CL: You girls, so what if he’s an eager beaver? [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, shoving Michael out of the way before he can even start with the introduction. JH: What’s going on here? Liam vaults over the top rope and crashes into Elrick sending him back first through the table he had just set up. JH: Oh my god! The bell hasn’t even sounded and already there’s a broken table! CM: Liam uncharacteristically went for that big move right off the bat and shoving Michael aside just to do it too. JH: I think Liam’s a competitor first and therefore saw his open opportunity and took it. CL: What are you girls talking about now? They’re breaking tables already! This is a cause for celebration! If this is the start, who knows what those two will do later on? Liam pulls out another table from under the ring and slides it in underneath the bottom rope. Elrick is soon brought in after it as Liam slides in last. Inside the ring, Liam lays the table against the corner pulling down its legs to keep it sturdy. To finalize his in ring masterpiece, Liam rests Elrick against the hard surface before making his way to the corner adjacent his opponent. CM: Looks like this is going to hurt. Liam charges forward which is quickly scouted by Elrick who twists to the side pushing the table forward. Liam, with too much steam, doesn’t stop in time as the table smashing against his face knocking him down. Elrick quickly pulls out the legs of the table and lets it stand over top the fallen Liam before scampering up to the top rope. In a flash, Elrick dives off the top with his own patent elbow drop. Liam barely somersaults out of the way as Elrick crashes through the table. JH: My god! Could you imagine what would’ve happened if Mortell couldn’t get out from under that table? CL: Those broken bits wouldn’t split his ribcage open, probably. JH: Nothing that extreme, but it still would’ve hurt like a bitch. CL: Don’t take away my dreams. Elrick plants his arms across his chest as he rolls around a little in pain from the impact. Although he isn’t in too much agony as he knows he was going through a table if Liam was there or not. Liam, of course, is back up on his feet and pulls apart the two broken pieces of table from Elricks lay down spot. He flings one to the side and closes the other against its legs before bringing it down on Elricks somewhat prone body. Somewhat, because he was in the midst of rolling out of the way when the table portion came down. The table portion seems to grow a life of its own prior to the strike as it refuses to stay closed, like one of those make shift end tables with only one brace out. Liam tosses the useless piece to the side. JH: Is that it for the tables or are we going to see more? CL: Are you kidding? We better see more or else I want my money back. JH: You don’t pay to see these shows. CL: Well this kind of match I would pay for. Liam plants a hand behind Elricks head and starts to bring him up. He isn’t half way finished this task when Elrick pops up the rest of the way taking Liam down with a double leg take down. Elrick then follows this up with a catapult that pushes Liam against the ropes. Elrick is again quick in action as he catches the rebounding Liam with a reverse DDT crashing him on the remnants of the table which Liam pulled away earlier. A large pop from the crowd as Elrick pushes himself back up to his feet grabbing hold of the loose piece of table. Elrick lays it down on Liam and delivers a quick stomp making sure it’s on right. Then, climbing to the top, a little slower this time, he readies for take two of his elbow drop. JH: Liam is sandwiched between those pieces of table, if Elrick lands this then we’ll clearly have a winner here folks. Elrick readies the dive and connects fairly against Liam. Suddenly, a shrill sense of pain courses through Elricks body as he rolls away. Perhaps it’s the fact that he just landed five feet from the air on a broken table piece that might be it, yea. CM: Wow, I thought you said this would be the end. If it is, how come Elrick’s not going for the cover? Elrick strains himself to a somewhat seated position whilst looking over his shoulder. There he finds Liam lying on his side prone with the table piece slid off and lying on its own side. Elrick pushes his way through the wood and brings Liam on his back making the cover. [align=center]One! Two![/center] Liam barely manages to get his shoulder up just after the two as Elrick sits up in somewhat disbelief. He then manages to find the strength to rise up to his feet seemingly ready to continue. His first action is to kick away at the table shards giving Liam ample room to rise up. At least he would if Elrick wasn’t rising him up instead. Although on the way up, Liam reaches down for the bit of wood that was beneath him and rises it up smashing Elrick below the jaw in a full swing. Elrick falls flat on his back as Liam twirls toward the ropes from the momentum of the strike. JH: What a strike from Liam knocking Elrick senseless. CL: Yea, but it looks like that swing took its toll on Liams injured shoulder. JH: You’re right, it was that shoulder that was prominently used in that swing. CM: Does it really matter? They won’t let up on that table until it’s absolutely demolished! Liam takes the opportunity he has and slides back out of the ring adjacent to the entrance way where he pulls out yet another table setting it up on the outside parallel to the ring. He then takes out another table and sends it into the ring. Sliding back in, he seems not to notice the two figures entering the arena. Crackerjack along with Onikage, stand at the top of the stage looking on. Crackerjack with his arms folded over his chest and Onikage merely just standing there in a posture that gives hints and reasons that he is studying the action. JH: What are those two doing here? CL: What do you think? Elrick’s right there in the ring, so of course Crackerjack would appear. It’s like a double feature. Where one goes, the other is sure to follow. JH: Which makes me wonder about the integrity of the Crackerjack Prime match. If Crackerjack is out here to attempt an ambush, Elrick might head into that one. CL: Don’t tell me you’re actually looking forward to that atrocity. JH: What do you mean atrocity? It’s the two biggest men in this business going head to head. CM: Yea, I’m kinda looking forward to that one too. CL: Whatever. By this point, Liam has just finished setting up the table right by the corner and is now in the midst of picking Elrick up off his feet. Even with the time given to recuperate, Elrick can’t really put up much of a fight here as Liam pulls him over toward the turnbuckle. Of course since it’s from one side of the ring to the other, Elrick manages to get in a few strikes releasing him from Liam’s grip. Free, Elrick sends a few more shots across Liams’ face. Eventually, Elrick notices the table set up on the outside and sends Liam over against the ropes. Standing in behind him parallel to the ropes, Elrick hoists Liam up in a backdrop and performs a half twirl bringing Liam over the ropes. But as he sends Liam up and over, he spies both Crackerjack and Onikage on the stage looking on. This is the break that Liam has been looking for to stop this kind of massacre-ish strike as he lands feet first on the apron and while Elrick loses focus, he takes advantage. CL: SWEET BUDHA ON A STICK!!! Liam has just backdropped Elrick out of the ring right through that table! JH: I was gonna commentate that! The Japanese fans seem to love that move as they give the loudest pop of the match. Possibly of the evening, it’s hard to tell as there really isn’t a measuring device to accurately tell. Either way it’s one of their favourite moments of this nights event thus far. And if things are going this well, chances are the fans are in for one hell of a ride. CM: These fans are loving it. Though I can’t really see why. Liam rests himself against the top rope breathing a little heavier than usual. It might be because he might have just saved his own career from injury, or that he really did that. Dropping another human being seven feet from the air through a table. In any account, Liam looks relieved as he hops off the apron to pick up what pieces remain of Elrick. With the fans still cheering for more, Liam slides Elrick back in the ring and takes a moment to survey the wreckage, which was just done. JH: This match is over. There’s no way Elrick is kicking out of this one. Liam puts that possible fact to the test as he quickly slides back in and covers Elrick for the pin. [align=center]One! Two! Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare--[/center] Elrick just barely manage to get his shoulder up off the canvas much to the delight of the fans in attendance. Even Crackerjack seems a little impressed with the intensity Elrick is displaying right now. Liam, however, doesn’t seem as pleased. Though at the same time he doesn’t seem upset. He just rises up to his feet and brings Elrick back toward the corner. This time Elrick doesn’t put up a fight as Liam sends him toward the turnbuckle and up on top. JH: What’s Liam setting up for here? CM: Looks like he’s going for a super plex. Liam is indeed setting up for one of the most devastating simple moves in the business. And with the table not too far off, it’s clear that it’s only going to get more dangerous. But while up on top, Elrick sends a few gut shots to Liam who hops off knowing he ain’t gonna get Elrick up and over. Elrick hops down right behind him. Liam sends a harsh shot that Elrick manages to duck. Behind him now, Elrick locks in the full nelson, but he doesn’t stop there. JH: Elrickplex0—oh! No! Liam miraculously lands on his feet though in a very short crouched position. Though he quickly pounces himself back up and hoists the somewhat seated Elrick up from behind back onto the top turnbuckle. Though before Elrick knows what’s going on, Liam has him quickly up and down with his side effect suplex, though modified a little to account for the lack of balance. Oh, and did I mention it broke through the table? CL: JESUS H. CHRISTMAS! Liam quickly follows this up with his ATC. Going through three tables, all through high risk techniques, Elrick barely manages to put up much of a fight. Though that’s not to say that he just gives up. He struggles valiantly for a little while, but without finding a way to escape, Elrick has no choice but to tap. JH: He taps! He taps! That’s all there is! MA: Here is your winner via submission…LIAAAAAAAAAM MORTELLLLLLLLLLLL! From up on the stage, Crackerjack shakes his head disapprovingly as Onikage turns his back to the ring and makes his way through the entrance way with the giant soon afterwards. Back in the ring, Elrick writhes in the agony of everything that has happened in the past fifteen minutes as Liam to push himself into the corner raising his arm to the air. Backstage we find FIW’s Leading Lady Kennedy in her locker room. She’s gazing in the mirror, flicking her fingers through her bangs to make sure everything looks perfect for her entrance to the ring. JH: There is Kennedy. She’ll go one-on-one with Ethan Adams for the first-time ever. CL: And after he made her tap out in the Condemned Fetish match, I can’t wait to see those two get it on. Kennedy continues to watch herself in the mirror, the corners of her lips turning up slightly in a somewhat chilling smirk. The last thing she does is smack a quick kiss towards her own reflection before heading off towards the ring. JH: What was that all about? CM: Maybe she had a picture of me in the mirror. CL: I really doubt that. I guess… she loves herself? That’s… nice, I guess. JH: Don’t go away, folks. Kennedy and Ethan! It’s next! |
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| Kryten Shards | Dec 22 2007, 09:17 AM Post #7 |
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MA: The following singles contest is an intergender match and it is scheduled for one fall! 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. 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: And his opponent, making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! Reaching the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope and immediately bounds to her feet. She rushes to the furthest turnbuckle, scaling it and raising her arms into the air to thousands of flashing bulbs. She drops back down to the mat, spinning around and rushing across the ring, up the opposite turnbuckle to another round of camera flashes. She eventually drops back down to the mat, turning to face her opponent across the ring. DING-DING! And the match starts that quickly. Both Kennedy and Ethan advance on one another with a standard collar and elbow tie-up. Ethan immediately counters into a hammerlock, prompting Kennedy to swing an elbow back at his face… which Ethan wisely ducks. He scoops Kennedy up and SLAMS her down into the canvas to a round applause from the Japanese fans. JH: Ethan begins the match off by countering Kennedy right into a nice scoop slam. CM: And getting the respect he deserves from these fans. Kennedy climbs back to her feet, nodding her head towards Ethan, obviously a little impressed with his ability this early in the match. She motions for another tie-up and since it worked so well for him the first time, Ethan moves in for it again. But whatever he had planned for this tie-up doesn’t come to be as Kennedy BLASTS him in the face with an forearm! CM: Ouch! No respect from Kennedy though. CL: Respect or not, Kennedy has something to prove. Ethan eliminated her from Dual Crown contention. You can’t forget that. JH: That is true. Despite all that’s happened in their careers up until this point, when it comes to Ethan versus Kennedy, Ethan is ahead. As Ethan reels from the straight shot, Kennedy opens up with a flurry of right hands that back him up into the ropes. From there she whips him across the ring but Ethan manages to counter it with ease! Kennedy hits the ropes and returns with a baseball slide through his legs-- nope! Ethan catches a handful of Kennedy’s auburn locks and drags her back through his legs! He drags her up to her feet and SMACKS a European uppercut right under her chin! Ethan sends a toe kick into Kennedy’s midsection and SNAPS her over with a suplex! JH: Beautiful reversal there by Ethan! He had Kennedy well scouted there. CM: ETHAN ADAMS is all about the scouting. ETHAN ADAMS is all about the awesome! CL: Don’t do that. Ethan floats over into a lateral press that Kennedy kicks out of before the Truth can even make the one count. Ethan immediately drags Kennedy back up to a vertical base and SMACKS a chop off her chest! One after the other knocks Kennedy back into the turnbuckle. Ethan smashes Kennedy into the turnbuckle with a back elbow and before she can recover, sends her flying across the ring with a powerful Irish whip! Kennedy’s spine CRASHES into the turnbuckle and she slumps down, only remaining standing with her arms hanging over the top rope. JH: I’m very glad to see Ethan not taking Kennedy lightly even though he’s got a submission elimination over her. CM: ETHAN ADAMS-- CL: I said stop it! The First Wonder of the World psyches himself up before sprinting across the ring and NAILING A TURNBUCKLE DROPKICK… on nothing but the turnbuckle! Kennedy dives aside at the last second, avoiding disaster. Ethan’s legs become tangled up in the ropes as his upper body crashes into the canvas in a very awkward landing. The Premier Hellcat drags him from the ropes before locking him up in a full nelson! As Ethan tries to rally back into it, Kennedy flips over his body, bridging out while keeping the submission applied! CL: An expertly applied full nelson bridge! Look at that, Chip. That’s a thing of beauty. CM: Oh, I’m looking. I’m definitely looking. JH: Try looking at the pressure applied to the back of Ethan’s neck, not Kennedy’s bridge, Chip. CM: Well, that’s no fun. Ethan gets a little relief when Kennedy pushes herself back over him, opting to change from the full nelson and instead BLASTS him in the face with crossfaces! She drags the dazed and confused opponent up to his feet, driving a knee into his midsection before throwing him over with a suplex of her own… nope. Actually, Ethan fights back, running Kennedy back into the turnbuckle! He drags her back out and throws her over with a northern lights suplex with a bridge! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT![/align] JH: Amazing counter from Ethan again. CL: But it didn’t get him the three. Both competitors spring back to their feet, Ethan anxious to keep the control back in his favor while Kennedy obviously wants to take it back. She rushes with a clothesline that Ethan ducks just in time. Kennedy spins around, taking a stiff kick to the middle! Ethan runs through SNAPPING KENNEDY DOWN WITH A NECKBREAKER! Instead of attempting another cover, Ethan throws Kennedy into a seated position and slaps on a Dragon Sleeper! CL: A Dragon Sleeper from Ethan. Not surprising he wants to see Kennedy tap out to him again. JH: When you choose that route, though, you always have to wonder if you could’ve had the three count instead. Kennedy wriggle and squirms her best to try and escape the hold but Ethan fights to keep it locked in. Eventually Kennedy screams out as she manages to bridge herself up to a standing position. Still, Ethan refuses to release the hold but has no choice when Kennedy runs them back into the turnbuckle, SQUASHING ETHAN AGAINST THE POST! Kennedy spins around, leaps onto his thighs and THROWS HIM ACROSS THE RING WITH A MONKEY FLIP! CL: I think it’s safe to say there’s still too much fight in Kennedy for him to have had the three. JH: In that case, the Dragon Sleeper was the smarter attack. It definitely had to have some toll on Kennedy. CM: More brilliant wrestling from ETHAN ADAMS! Ethan arches his back on impact but forces himself to get back up. He rushes at Kennedy in the turnbuckle, catching a boot in his stomach for his efforts! Kennedy smacks a kick off his lowered face and RUSHES OUT OF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A FLIPPING NECKBREAKER! Kennedy floats over into the cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT![/align] JH: I think it’s safe to say Kennedy doesn’t care if it’s a pinfall victory that takes Ethan out. Frustration obviously begins building within Ethan at this point as he aggressively kicks out of Kennedy’s pin attempt. When she attempts to pull him up to his feet, he throws out a forearm thrust that sends the hellcat falling backwards! He bounds to his feet, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her up. A European uppercut knocks Kennedy upright and allows for a picture perfect dropkick to knock her back down to the canvas! Ethan throws Kennedy onto her stomach, tying up her leg and then throwing her arms around her throat as he wrenches back! CL: Another submission move. Ethan applying an STF to Kennedy. JH: I think you’re right about Ethan wanting to make Kennedy tap again. But his frustration may be his downfall. He should’ve pulled Kennedy into the center of the ring before applying that. Kennedy screams out in agony as Ethan yells out in frustration for her to tap like she did at Violence Fetish. Kennedy reaches out for the ropes that are just fingertips away. Ethan barks for the Truth to ask her to quit. The referee obliges but gets a stern “NO” from Kennedy. Kennedy yells out in pain as she stretches as far as she can, clamping a hand around the bottom rope! Ethan growls out in frustration but refuses to release the hold. 1! 2! 3! 4! Ethan reluctantly releases the hold before the five count hands him a disqualification loss but he’s far from happy about it. He grabs Kennedy’s feet and aggressively drags her away from the ropes. He rolls her onto her back and bends down to lift her up… getting caught a small package! JH: A roll-up from Kennedy! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NO! ETHAN KICKS OUT![/align] CM: ETHAN ADAMS kicks out in time! Ethan nails Kennedy in the face with a forearm thrust and locks her up in an inverted facelock. He sits out, driving the back of her head into the canvas-- No! Kennedy sits out first, jacking Ethan’s jaw! She rolls back into a handstand, wrapping her legs around his neck and THROWING HIM ACROSS THE RING WITH A HEADSCISSORS! JH: A headscissors counter from Kennedy! CL: You can see the frustration building in Ethan here. He’s making mistakes that he normally wouldn’t. Kennedy springs back to her feet a second earlier than Ethan and advances right into a clothesline… no, she ducks Ethan’s arm but hooks it up in the process. She reaches back and grabs his neck DROPPING HIM WITH AN ARM-TRAP NECKBREAKER! Kennedy rolls over into another cover! CL: Beautiful neckbreaker with the arm trapped! JH: She’s got another cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! ETHAN KICKS OUT![/align] Ethan leaps back to his feet, growling out a roar as he TAKES KENNEDY’S HEAD OFF WITH A VICIOUS LARIAT! NO! Kennedy ducks that one as well! As soon as Ethan turns around, HE GETS HIS HEAD TAKEN OFF WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Kennedy points to the sky, getting a round of applause from the crowd. The Japanese fans rise to their feet with cameras in hand as Kennedy heads to the apron and begins the climb to the top rope. JH: THE JFK LAYS OUT ETHAN! CM: She’s going for a high-risk move now. This could make or break this match for her. CL: She better hope it’s the former. Kennedy calls for Ethan to get to his feet and he does as she requests. Actually, he does it on his own, not because she tells him. Dazed and confused from Kennedy’s flurry of offense, Ethan turns around on unsteady legs as Kennedy leaps onto his shoulders AND GETS DRILLED INTO THE CANVAS WITH A POWERBOMB! JH: And it breaks her! A huge powerbomb from Ethan. CL: Not just a huge powerbomb. Ethan countered the HurraKennedy! That’s a move she’s known for! CM: ETHAN ADAMS had her scouted! CL: But now both Kennedy and (screams in Chip’s ear) ETHAN ADAMS! both need to recover. Ethan lays out on the canvas taking in large breath after breath while Kennedy stares up at the lights, trying to blink the focus back to her sight. The Truth checks both competitors, making sure they can continue before starting the infamous ten count! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Ethan starts to sit up but drops back to the canvas. Kennedy’s legs move first and rolls herself onto her stomach. JH: Ethan may be worse off than he let on. CM: He can’t even sit up! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! Kennedy pushes herself onto her hands and knees, struggling to crawl towards the ropes. JH: Kennedy is making a wise move here, trying to get the ropes to get back to her feet in time. EIGHT! NINE! Ethan’s up! How the hell did that happen? At some point Ethan forced himself to get back to his feet and grabs Kennedy by her pants, yanking her away from the ropes! He goes for his Ego Stroke, his finishing waistlock Boston crab that put Kennedy out at Violence Fetish, but the Hellcat ducks her head and rolls him up over onto his shoulders! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! ANOTHER KICK-OUT![/align] JH: Kick out-- OH MY GOD! CM: Big time OUCH! Ethan is the first to his feet, running right into Kennedy as she sits up, BLASTING HER IN THE FACE WITH A BIG-TIME KNEE! Ethan takes a big breath and then throws his arms out to his sides when he sees Kennedy laid out from his strike. The crowd hiss their jeers at Ethan’s showboating but that doesn’t seem to deter him any. Instead, he points towards the turnbuckle and makes his way out onto the apron. His showboating allowed Kennedy to recover enough and she forces herself to her feet. JH: That big knee seemingly knocked Kennedy out. CL: But she’s got enough ring presence to force herself back up to try and stop Ethan from getting to the top rope. Anxious to cut off Ethan’s aerial assault, Kennedy advances towards the ropes and gets nailed with a stiff kick through the top and middle rope! Ethan ducks over the top rope and DRILLS HIS SHOULDER INTO KENNEDY’S MIDSECTION! Kennedy backpedals from the impact and Ethan leaps to the top rope with amazing agility and springboards into the ring, PLANTING KENNEDY WITH A DDT! JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! CL: That was AWESOME! Come on, crowd! THAT WAS AWE-SOME! Ethan leaps back to his feet, another call for the crowd’s appreciation. While Chip fails and getting a chant started, that move has managed to get some of the crowd back into Ethan’s good graces. A mixture of cheers and jeers wash over Ethan’s call of adoration. He glances back at Kennedy to see the Leading Lady completely laid out on the canvas. Instead of wasting time with the apron, Ethan instead climbs straight up the turnbuckle, risking a glance back to assure Kennedy is still laid out. Once he’s all good, standing tall on the top rope he again calls for the crowd’s love. JH: This is another mistake from Ethan. Kennedy is out and he needs to put her away. CM: What’s wrong with soaking up the love you deserve? JH: Save it for after the match. Ethan bends down and pushes himself off the top rope-- nope! As he prepares for takeoff, Kennedy HAS managed to recover. Whatever is driving her has given her enough sense to stop Ethan before he gets started. She runs into the ropes, causing Ethan to drop the Adams family jewels down across the top turnbuckle! CL: No love for Ethan tonight after that. CM: Dear God! I hope he’s wearing a cup! With one swift jump, Kennedy agilely leaps up to the top rope! She grabs a hold of Ethan, SMASHING HIM WITH AGGRESSIVE CROSSFACES! Rights and lefts both send Ethan’s head rocking back and forth. Kennedy wraps Ethan‘s neck up in a dragon sleeper before falling backwards with him! JH: A Hanging Dragon Clutch! Kennedy’s got Ethan completely tied up! CM: She’s in the ropes! They’re in the ropes! CL: I don’t think Kennedy cares! The Truth drops to the canvas and begins yelling for Kennedy to release the submission in the ropes but Kennedy shows no signs of hearing anything Truth demands. He tries to break it up himself before being forced to count the hellcat towards disqualification. 1! 2! 3! 4! FIVE!!!! DING-DING-DING-DING! The bell clangs repeatedly as the Truth waves his arms wildly and calls for an immediate stoppage to the match. He yells towards Kennedy the outcome but she still refuses to release the hold on Ethan, who yells and screams out! JH: Oh My God! Kennedy just got herself disqualified! CL: What the hell? Why would she do that? JH: And now she’s refusing to release the hold! What has gotten into Kennedy? Eventually Kennedy does release the hold, allowing the Truth to free Ethan from the turnbuckle. The First Wonder of the World curls up on the canvas, holding his neck and head as Kennedy sits up on her knees and glares down at him with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. CL: She hinted that she was going to dish out punishment to Ethan. Is this revenge for losing the Dual Crown contention? She even busted his nose open! JH: Well, I know very well who’s move that was Kennedy used to get disqualified with. And that look on her face… it’s eerily familiar to me. I just hope it doesn’t mean what I think it means. CM: What do you think it means? JH: I’d rather not say or even think about it! The Truth calls out for the medic to check on Ethan as Kennedy ducks out under the bottom rope. The medic rushes into the ring with a couple more referees only to be shoved away from Ethan! He forces himself to get onto his knees, stilling holding the back of his neck and wiping the blood from his nose while glaring through the ropes as the twisted smile on Kennedy’s face. CL: Well, Ethan will be leaving here tonight with a victory over Kennedy but it sure doesn’t look that way now. CM: And Kennedy doesn’t even seem to care! What’s up with that? Crackerjack storms through the halls backstage just moments before heading off for the entrance way. It's clear that judging solely by his movement and way of walk, that he is clearly pissed about something. Every so often he'll look over his shoulder just to yell. Crackerjack: You had no right interfering in my affairs with Kennedy. ... ... ... What the hell are you talking about "letting her slide?" ... ... ... Yea, you'd say something like that. Now I'm going into the ring and the only reason he's pissed off at me is because of what I attempted, not what I did, but what I attempted. ... ... ... What do you mean "better"? How is that better? What would be better is if she was dead. ... ... ... Because, if she was dead she wouldn't be here anymore. But you know what, I don't care. It was meant for a one night thing anyway. ... ... ... Don't act like that, you had me kill my parents over a one night event. You really think if you weren't there I'd release her? ... ... ... Exactly. But that doesn't mean that I'm trusting you right now. ... ... ... No. I'm on my way out there. You come if you want I don't care. ... ... ... Fine. Shaking his head, Crackerjack continues on his way toward the entrance way reading for the start of the match. |
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| Kryten Shards | Dec 22 2007, 09:18 AM Post #8 |
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CL: Now this my bitchy friends will be a fuckin’ beast of as match. JH: Two FIW titans clashing due to Elrick selecting this. CM: I hate Elrick, but I kinda have to say he’s OK, for making these two wrestle. CL: That’s because two men rubbing up together makes you click the lid huh? CM: No, because watching them kill each other sounds fine to me. The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… [align=center]YEAAAA![/align] Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung... [align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align] MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a leather strap match! First hailing from San Diego, California and weighing in tonight at three hundred and ten pounds… PPPPRRRRIIIIMMMMEEEE!!!!! Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. JH: Prime after his aggressive little promo earlier looks ready to kill Crackerjack tonight. CM: Well he did hurt Prime‘s girl Kennedy. CL: Kennedy isn’t his girl, more there messed up sexual fuck fest. JH: As always said so elegantly. The first second of the song, all lights go out save a white flashing strobelight that comes on with each heavy bass beat. This happens for about ten seconds until the solo distorted guitar kicks in for the arrival of the monster that is Crackerjack. Right behind him is the familiar figure of face paint and a crimson trench coat, the advisor to the masked monster, Onikage. Jack's sheer size seems larger through semi darkness as his appearance even more frightening through the flashing strobelights. He stands there for a moment before moving down through calypso given steel drum beats. Crackerjack slowly makes his way down to the ring making sure each step counts while looking around through different sections of the crowd one booing fan at a time. The entire time the Messiah of the Mind whispers things to Crackerjack from behind him as he follows down to the ringside area. MA: And his opponent hailing from the alleyways of New York City, weighing in at three hundred and nineteen pounds! CCCRRRAAACCCKKKKEEERRRRJJJJJAAACCCCCKKKKKK!!!!! The white strobelights slowly becoming a mixture of navy blue and a normal blue. Soon, the monster is ready to enter the ring. Instead of actually going in though, Crackerjack stands there and overlooks the ring from between the top and middle rope. In a quick instant, Crackerjack seizes the top rope and uses it to keep balance as he pulls his entire form up in one step to the apron. Still outside the ring, Crackerjack walks along the apron for a few steps before turning around and entering the ring over the top rope where the purple light that overshadows the ring awaits him. Now inside, the huge monstrosity of evil takes his time walking around the ring in a slow, yet methodical circle. Onikage circles the ringside area the entire time, eyeing FIW staff and fans with those soulless white eyes and a smile on his painted features. Crackerjack continues to walk around as the normal houselights slowly overtake the purple cover. CL: This is gonna get bloody and brutal and god damn that sounds awesome. JH: Conse, both of these men got real personal, earlier this week, with Elrick too in ‘Jack’s head, there could be a blood bath on our hands. CL: Your point? CM: Jonathon, please remember, your talking to a bloody blood whore. Logan Black, the official assigned to the match checks both men for any illegal weapons before handing both men there leather straps, backing off s Crackerjack and Prime exchange fierce glares towards one and another, Logan then calls for the ring bell as it sounds the match begins with the two men walking slowly towards each other. There eyes darting towards each other as Prime stretches the strap, as Crackerjack throws it to his corner, not wanting to do that JUST yet, before he FIRES the first blow, a solid haymaker into Prime’s right cheek, making Prime turn his head as he holds his jaw. JH: Holy crap, what a punch. CL: Prime didn’t even feel it to be fair. CM: Oh he did, watch though… Prime of course, pissed off that ‘Jack just caught him with a punch, DRIVES his skull into Crackerjack’s with a head butt, making Crackerjack reel backwards as Prime then charges driving a knee into ‘Jack’s gut, making him double over before Prime SMASHES down with a forearm club, before moving back and taunting to Crackerjack as he roars “HOW DID YOU LIKE THAT?”. Of course Crackerjack stands up, shaking his head as he seems somewhat unimpressed as both men then go nose to nose, the personal hatred just oozing out. JH: 1-1, but this is gonna get brutal, I can sense it. CL: I’m hoping on it. Crackerjack and Prime just exchange sheer hatred, before Crackerjack lunges forward with a knee, plowing it into Prime’s gut before then lifting a knee right into Prime’s face, making Prime release his strap from his grasp and reel into the ropes, as Prime comes back he evades a slap of the leather strap by Crackerjack, who turns to get a clothesline from Prime knocking him to his back as Prime then stomps down on Crackerjack with fury. JH: The first attempt with the leather strap, that was close. CL: Damn, I wanted to hear screams. CM: Look at a child, you’ll get em’ then. He carries on stomping on Crackerjack, stopping and really getting the momentum in his veins as he then moves over to where Crackerjack left his leather strap, grabbing it as Crackerjack sits up. Prime cautiously walks over and as Crackerjack does sit up, Prime launches a strike and it connects slapping right into Crackerjack’s chest with power, making Crackerjack clutch his chest slightly but as Prime goes for another Crackerjack takes in the pain and begins to try to stand, Prime dishes out another as Crackerjack gets to his feet and looks towards Prime, marks over his chest that can be seen make Prime satisfied. CL: Finally and look at those blood marks, awesome! JH: Crackerjack seems like he’s bloody enjoying it. CM: Prime doesn’t look any different. CL: What from those dreams of whipping you? Fuckin’ sicko. Crackerjack now to his feet, looks down at his chest, seeing the whelps on his chest, he seems in discomfort, but he’s signaling the pain out, but not for long as Prime LUNGES with the strap and connects with Crackerjack’s gut, making him double over, before then Prime wraps the strap around Crackerjack’s throat, he then uses it to hit a modified neckbreaker with the strap with some effect, before Prime goes for a cover… JH: Neckbreaker! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… NO SHOULDER UP!!!![/align] Prime releasing the leather strap, looks towards Logan kind of annoyed but he knows it probably wasn’t enough so he stands up, then backs up a little waiting for Crackerjack like a lioness waiting for her prey, Prime’s eyes locked onto Crackerjack as he seems quite set to do something that’s going to hurt towards Crackerjack. CM: Prime looks almost constipated. CL: It’s called focus, you know when you stare at Bitchen, focus. As Prime stands there like a man possessed, staring towards Crackerjack, he indeed stands on cue, slowly, standing before turning, but as Prime moves to attack, ‘Jack swings and slaps the hell into Prime’s back with the strap, making Prime drop to a knee, but ‘Jack isn’t over yet, he keeps wailing down on Prime’s back with all the fury he can possess, really slapping and slashing into Prime’s back with the leather strap causing glorified whelps to begins to form instantly on Prime’s back. CL: That’s it! Hit the bastard! JH: Your enjoying this? Stupid question I guess. CM: He enjoys it, this is like his karma. CL: Shit yeah, all that voodoo shit. Crackerjack then as he’s done slapping and smacking into Prime’s back, he wraps the leather strap around Prime’s throat and begins choking Prime, really wrenching away, Crackerjack’s arms tensing as he uses all the muscles in his arms he can as he stands behind Prime screaming in anger “Your mine!” Crackerjack’s whelps obviously now fully visible but he doesn’t care as he keeps choking Prime, but Prime’s determination kicks in as he begins to stand, slowly gaining his footing… JH: Prime’s fighting back! His power is beating Crackerjack’s! …But Crackerjack isn’t going to have that is he? Nope, he grabs Prime by the waist before lifting, releasing and DRIVING Prime down onto his neck with a release German suplex stopping Prime’s momentum flat as Crackerjack clutches the strap and stands over Prime. CL: GERMAN SUPLEEXXXAAAAHHH! As Conse hits his trademark scream, Crackerjack lifts Prime to a all fours position, before raising the strap above his head, stretching it as the fans rain boos towards him, but Crackerjack just looks set to choke Prime once again, but as Crackerjack snaps it down, Prime grabs Crackerjack’s arms, using his power to fight back, really pushing and fighting the power of Crackerjack’s strength before Crackerjack ain’t having that as he jumps and sits, squashing Prime into the canvas! CL: Look it’s Chip’s dream, Prime Pancake. CM: …You’re an idiot. JH: Crackerjack’s dominating at the moment, this looks bad for Prime. Crackerjack then backs off as Prime fights to get to his feet once more, Crackerjack just studying him as if he was a book, reading each page as Prime gains his footing and turns to look towards Crackerjack. Crackerjack lunges forward, slapping Prime’s chest, he takes it and just ignores the pain, Crackerjack watches with annoyance, he wants to see Prime in pain, but Prime takes another shot and the pain is there but he blanks it out. JH: He’s fighting the pain off, what courage! Crackerjack, now fully pissed lunges forward! But no Prime catches him with a boot to the gut, before grabbing him by the waist in a gut wrench before lifting Crackerjack almost with complete ease, placing him on his shoulder, then walking a few steps releasing Crackerjack but catching him a neckbreaker form his shoulder, which takes effect on Crackerjack who clutches his neck as Prime watches Crackerjack as he seems to gain the lost momentum. JH: THE IMPACT PLAY! Prime isn’t done though, he picks up Crackerjack, boots him in the gut then points to the ropes, sensing the match is ready to die as he runs to the roes, coming charging back! CL: Kiss This! CM: Kiss what? JH: Kiss the arm… wait what’s that in ‘Jack’s hand?! …Prime looks for his trademark lariat of hell! But no Crackerjack has a strap in his hand which he slaps the stomach of Prime with all the force he can, before Crackerjack wraps the leather strap around Prime’s throat and his hands too as he lifts and DRIVES! Prime into the canvas with a two handed choke bomb! But Crackerjack just turns Prime over and keeps the strap in place choking Prime in a crossface variation, wrenching away! JH: Vision’s Of Nell! CM: And now Crackerjack’s showing the mean streak we love him for. CL: Look at Prime’s face, he’s really struggling for air. Prime tries valiantly to break free, but every time he does, Crackerjack just wrenches more and more, really making Prime’s oxygen cut short before finally Prime just seems to fade out as Logan checks on Prime, he’s passed out in which he calls for the bell! But Crackerjack keeps on choking him before the bell and he even shoves off Logan! JH: He’s won! But he won’t stop choking him! CM: I can see that numb nuts. CL: Even I have to say this ain’t cool, someone’s gotta stop him surely. Michael Anderson’s not allowed to speak as even he’s in the ring, trying hopelessly to stop Crackerjack, who keeps on choking Prime, really wrenching away as Referee’s and security come rushing down to pull Crackerjack off, but still non of them can get him off, but Michael Anderson tries something… MA: This bout has been declared by the referee a...NO CONTEST~!!! …But nope, that doesn’t stop Crackerjack, he carries on choking the hell out of Prime… JH: Prime could get brain damage! Get him off! NOW! CM: Go help them then, non of them can get him off. CL: Someone’s going to have to or Prime’s fucked. …But soon a few fans cheer, why? No idea, WAIT! That’s why! Elrick comes charging down the ramp, barbwire covered 2x4 in hand as he slide sin the ring, he boots Crackerjack, making him look towards Elrick before Elrick DRIVES! His 2x4 into Crackerjack’s skull;, making him release the strap! JH: Thank god for Elrick. CM: Oh yay! Go Elrick… please, attention whore he is. CL: Done with style though, give him that. As EMTs come to check on Prime who’s not moving, or breathing possibly, Elrick’s dropped the 2x4 and he points down to Crackerjack, pissed off as he looks towards Crackerjack and then stands over him, looking towards the crowd and raising his arm as the camera cuts to the commentary table. Our scene switches from the ring to backstage, where we find ourselves in the locker room of the First Monster of FIW, the Man in Black, Jim O'Brien. His back to the camera, we see him down on one knee by a folding chair, his head down, his hands held inward & using the folding chair for support. Out of a small radio set aside, we can hear 'The Ecstasy of Gold' as heard in The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. But is isn't long before Jim's solitude is interrupted when heavy knocking is heard from the door. Jim raises his head up & clears his throat. O'Brien: "Come in!" The door swings open to reveal a member of the production staff. WIth a black cap on his head, a clipboard in his hand & "FIW Staff" on his shirt, he speaks. Staff member: "You're up next." O'Brien: "Thank you." The staffer makes his way out of the picture before Jim turns back to himself. He releases a deep exhale before raising his hand up, revealing in his left hand a rosary. He kisses the cross, then sets it down on the folding chair. WIth a small groan, Jim slowly makes it to a vertical base. He walks over to the door, but not before grabbing a quick shot of water from a nearby bottle. He sets it back down & makes his way out. Outside waiting for Jim would be his one time tag team partner, protoge' and now his wife, Kendra Norton (or "Kendra O'Brien" nowadays). Jim quickly dips his head down as Kendra tilts her head back & engage in a smalll, quick kiss. As Jim tilts his head back up, he smiles. O'Brien: "Love you." Kendra: "Love you too. Good luck out there." O'Brien: "Thanks. Lord knows I'll need it." Jim then continues on his merry way down the long, white corridors of Rainbow Hall. Interestingly enough, the production members that Jim passes in the hallway all stop dead in their tracks & watch Jim as he walks by. Also as interesting is that we can still softly hear 'The Ecstasy of Gold' in the background of all this. Jim keeps walking, still oblivious as he adjusts the brace on his left elbow. We see Robert Black speaking to Michael "The Dragon" Bonnette. But both stop & turn their heads to Jim as he walks by them. A few steps down from them are referees Richard Kelly, Mark Jackson and Fuzz. They all tilt their heads in Jim's direction as Jim walks past them. A handful of steps behind them is Toby Bostock, who stares with interest as Jim begins to walk by. Jim nods towards Toby & grumbles a quick 'hello.' But as he walks past Toby, Jim starts to notice that everyone in the hallway is watching his every move. Albeit a little confused, Jim continues on his journey. Soon Jim comes across Grant Rice & Nightmare, the Revolution. Their discussion comes to a quick halt as Jim comes within inches of them. Jim pauses & looks back at Grant & Nightmare. Nightmare smiles & speaks. Nightmare: "You can do this." Jim & Nightmare then share a quick fist bump as Jim then looks to Grant, who nods his head. Jim pats Grant's shoulder then continues on his way. Soon Jim begins to walk past more members of the locker room. Jim passes Elrick, who's holding a bag of ice on the back of his neck. He shoots Jim a smile, to which Jim responds with a positive nod. Several feet behind him is Ash Koopa. Overshadowing Ash is the large figure we know as [http://z14.invisionfree.com/ProWrestlingKOOPA/index.php?showtopic=37]'Giant' Joe Slater.[/URL] With a smile only outbrightened by his Hawaiian shirt, he looks down on Jim and gleefully conveys to Jim. Giant Joe: "Kick his butt, Jim! And bring the belt home!" Jim chuckles & pats Joe on his huge arm. O'Brien: "Don't you worry, big guy. I got this under control." Jim then walks away from Joe & Ash. We can overhear Joe exclaim to Ash, "I like that guy! He's neat!" Jim's smirk grows into a large smile when he hears that as he advances. Jim starts to adjust his brace on his left arm until he finds himself in a shadow. He looks up and sees some kind of... monster. No, literally. It's Some Kind of Monster, the (unofficial) NGIW legend and occasional tag team partner of Jim's over the years. Jim looks up (waaaaay up!) to Monster and asks... O'Brien: "What do you think, big man? Can I do it?" Monster: "Grrrrrhhhhhmmmmmm. . ." O'Brien: "Couldn't have said it better myself." Jim walks away from Monster and makes headway. Finally, the gorilla position is within sight. Standing right by it are FIW referee JJ, Jaime Lee & the Fighting Spirit Champion, Extreme Ninja #2. Once within the proper distance, he looks down at the three. He asks them: O'Brien: "So... Is there something on my face? What's everyone looking at?" All three are quiet before Ninja chimes in. Extreme Ninja #2: History. Jim thinks Ninja's answer over in his head momentarily, but not for long as the intro keyborads in 'Perfect Strangers' kicks in loudly over the PA. Jim looks downward at Jaime, JJ & Ninja. He nods & then makes his way out of the picture. |
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JH: My! We’re already to the main event tonight! Time flies when you’re having fun! CL: Or, watching people fuck each other up. CM: It is a fine line that one. JH: And, we’re in store for quite the main event…Jim O’Brien, the returning icon and challenger takes on the fresh champion, Kiyoshi Nakahata in his home town! CL: Jim may have been a emo prick in his brief NGIW stint but I still support him over that fucking Reject. CM: Here, here! JH: Jim does hold several advantages over Nakahata in height, weight and experienced. He has been not only wrestling longer but has been in these big time matches more than the champion which could play a factor. CL: Though you also have to factor in that Nakahata has one ace over Jim, he’s been wrestling steadily for the past two years while Jim went into retirement. CM: More of a extended break now really. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt! It has been granted a one hour time limit and it is one fall to a finish with senior official, Tony Clarke as your referee! And…it is for…the Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championship! [align=center]The opening keyboards of "Perfect Strangers" slice through the PA like a knife, immediately grabbing the F.I.W. crowd's attention. And with two chimes of the cymbals, the heavy guitars kick in, goring the fan's eardrums like a rhino. The fans then rise to their feet as Bruce Dickinson's vocals screech over the PA as Jim O'Brien makes his way to the stage from behind the curtain. CAN YOU REMEMBER REMEMBER MY NAME? AS I FLOW THROUGH YOUR LIFE O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards his opponent, then begins his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. O'Brien then reaches his destination, climbing to the ring apron & then over the top rope. I AM THE ECHO OF YOUR PAST He makes his way to the southeast turnbuckle, climbing the 2nd one, facing the crowd. Jim crosses his arms, shaking his head slowly. O'Brien gives a small smirk to the fans he faces, welcoming their positive energy towards him. After holding his pose for several infinite seconds, Jim hops off the 2nd turnbuckle, which signals the song and lights to cut. He stands firmly behind the turnbuckle he was once standing on, staring at his opponent with dead-aim. Jim then crosses his arms over his massive chest, showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face.[/align] CL: Why is Jim staring into space? CM: Ssssh… JH: In either case the question becomes, can the past overcome the present and future in this battle? Or, will the past remain just that? 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 the rising cheer subside a little. A cloaked, masked figure emerges from the smoke, turning the few residual cheers to something less admiring when the Sin of Sloth reveals his face. Onikage is not precisely loved around these parts. Especially when he is not the person advertised... Up on the ReVoltrons, Nakahata closes his eyes and lowers his mask... [align=center]You can try but you'll never understand This is something you will never understand Can you hear it now Hear it coming now Can you hear it now...[/align] The chorus crackles away and is replaced by a cry taken up by the audience 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 stops at the top of the steps and raises the World Heavyweight Title clenched in his left fist; to resounding a roar from the fans to their countryman. That done, he tucks the strap into the Global Heavyweight Championship around his waist, pulls his hood up, and starts marching down to the ring so focused that the Morning Star even steps out of his way. 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 unhitches the WHT, throwing it up one more time for the Japanese crowd, and on the phrase "Worst Enemy," does his customary vault up onto the top turnbuckle and sits down, pulling his hood right over his scarred face as the lights return... CM: I may be rooting for Jim but I got to say, Kiyoshi looks snazzy with those belts. JH: Yes, there’s only one thing I’d change about Kiyoshi and that’s the man standing at ringside… CL: Oh, I see what you did there Hitchen, funny. Tony Clarke hurries over to O’Brien’s corner and gets the giant to hold out his arms and lift up one leg after another per his request. After patting him down and finding nothing, Clarke turns his sights to Nakahata and hurries across the ring to him. Without even having to be asked the Ichiban Reject brings up his arms and let’s the senior official pat him down. Once he’s done there he returns to the center of the ring, standing beside Michael Anderson who is standing in the very center with a micro phone in hand. MA: Introducing the challenger in the blue corner, he hails from Grant’s Lick, Kentucky by way of Cincinnati, Ohio and weighed in this morning at two hundred and eighty three pounds and stood at six feet and seven inches…He is the First Monster of Full Intensity Wrestling…AND is making his full-time return tonight…HE! IS! JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’BRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEENNNN~!!! Swinging his fists upward and into the air, Jim’s steely gaze scans the crowd as white and blue streamers descend upon the ring in hordes. It isn’t before long that his entire corner is covered in them while the Japanese fans get to their feet and applaud the returning competitor. Politely the challenger gives them a small bow like nod and drops his arms back to his sides, standing in the spider’s web of streamers that cover his corner. Ring monkeys reach in and quickly pull them apart and out of the ring, freeing Jim to take some last minute stretches. MA: And, introducing the champion in the red corner, he hails from Komachi City, Japan and now resides in Nagoya, Japan and weighed in this morning at two hundred and sixty pounds and stood at six feet and one inch…He is the Ichiban Reject…AND he is your Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHIIIIII NNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAHAAAAATA~!!!! Throwing back his head, the champion’s hood comes off and he drops down to his feet, unhinging both of his championships and holding them in a hand each. Red and black streamers shower the ring from all sides of the arena from the fans that are back to their feet and applauding. In this sea of streamers Nakahata is almost lost by how many are covering him and that now the entire ring is covered in black & red streamers, there isn’t a spot left untouched! Michael & Tony aid the ring monkeys in trying to clean it up the best they can as Jim smiled in bemusement & Onikage applauds with the Japanese fans. JH: Can you tell which one is the home town boy who now holds the top championship in all of professional wrestling? CL: To be fair, Jim got a lot more than most people get as his nearly covered half the fucking ring. CM: This is going to be one of those matches, eh? FIW’s senior official calls both men into the center of the ring when they can actually move around it and both men do just that, stopping inches from each other. The challenger looks down at the champion who looks right back up at the challenger, sharing a cold gaze. Clarke carefully explains the rules to both men, and gets a nod from each when he asks if they understand the rules of the match properly. The Ichiban Reject extends his hand to Jim and he eyes it, looking unsure…then to applause the Man in Black accepts it, shaking his hand! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Slipping free from each other’s grasp, the two paces around the little area that divides them in circles, letting the fans build into a frenzy with their applause. It is the challenger that takes the first strike in this bout when he back hand chops Nakahata across his shirt clad chest! “HUSS” is added to the end of it and is return in kind by the champion who back hand chops O’Brien across his shirt clad chest to applause from the fans! Fighting through the pain, the Man in Black roars out “HUSS” and unloads another back hand chop to the shirt covered chest! CL: F-damn it… CM: Eep… Onikage: Hello gentlemen to you too. JH: It looks like we are joined by the manager and advisor of Kiyoshi Nakahata, and the rest of the Rejects…Onikage. Despite those heavy hands and larger body, the First Monster of FIW’s chop doesn’t make the Yeti of FIW lose his footing in the ring. Instead he grits his teeth and the Judo Sensei delivers a second back hand chop of his own that makes a lovely smacking noise when it connects. It is about this time that things break down, Jim opts not to huss it up any more and just starts throwing back handed chops at the chest of his opponent! Likewise, the champion starts unleashing back handed chops to the chest region of the Man in Black as fast as his arm can go to more applause from the fans! CM: That looks like it hurts…a lot. Onikage: Actually, back handed chops don’t hurt as much bodily as they do mentally for wrestlers and people in general. When you are chopping some one like that you are testing them and their guts, and pride by slapping them across the chest. JH: True, you’ll never see some one win a match with a basic chop. CL: Meh, any maneuver can end a match if delivered at the right exact time and place. A chop or the incredibly contrived shit like Elrick loves to use. Chops are going by so fast that it is the smack a nano-second later that informs the fans that it landed with the two men’s arms are nearly blurs! Each of their faces etched out with agony and gritted teeth as they try to keep their footing, each one steadily getting shaky. “HUSS” Jim roars out again and connects with an especially vicious one that sends the champion a step backwards from where he was standing finally! A cold look of determination overwhelming the Yeti’s feature and a flurry of chops find their mark on the challenger’s chest! Onikage: If my brother isn’t too careful he’s going to rip Jim’s shirt open and no one wants to see that. JH: Are you saying there is some thing wrong with wearing a shirt into a match? CL: I think he just meant Jim has bitch tits like Bob. CM: Poor Bob… A gasp collectively makes it’s way around the arena when the flurry brings the First Monster of FIW to one knee in the very middle of that ring! Even the challenger looks surprised by this and that surprise contorts into anger that fuels him back up to his feet at once! Standing face to face with the champion he rears back his arm and open hand slaps him across the cheek that sends droplets of sweat flying every which way! Answering the silent challenge, the Judo Sensei fires back his own open hand slap that sends Jim’s sweat soaring too! JH: Kiyoshi won that first battle of the wills though it looks like Jim is ready for another test. CL: This should play bigger into Jim’s advantage as it takes more of his arm’s reach for Kiyoshi to slap Jim on the face. CM: I don’t know, that slap looked like it hurt Jim. Onikage: Of course, Kiyoshi has evolved into a relatively skilled striker while Jim was sitting in his whitie tighties watching Heroes and eating cheesy poofs. Back and fourth the two men go, neither letting their rage boil over as they take turns slapping the sweat off of each other in a quasi-game of chicken. The Nagoya fans applaud their efforts with each slap that lands on the cheek of the opposing man in this contest. Their cheeks ripple and tremble beneath the power of each open hand slap they share with their opponent, neither challenger or champion seeing an advantage. Even with the obvious size difference Nakahata holds his own and summons from his name sake of Mr. FSC to fight back. CL: Okay, so maybe the size won’t matter on this one… CM: Come on Jim! Make your pimp hand strong! Onikage: I don’t think James ever had a strong pimp hand, considering how many people made him take on the other role in that ring, myself included. JH: Other role? You mean the bit-…erm, I say, look at those two go kids! Little by little the slaps are taking their toll on the two competitors and it is maybe showing the most on the Man in Black out of the duo. With each strike his body jerks more than the time before it and it begins to sway, slight trembles creeping up with his legs. Sensing this, Nakahata starts pulling out some how even nastier looking open hand slaps to a few cheers and applause from the Japanese fans in attendance. A reaction that pales to the one that O’Brien gets when he delivers possibly the most sickening open hand slap ever! CM: Ouch! That hurt even me! Onikage: James, ever the cheap shot artist, aiming for the ear to try and take my brother’s hearing. JH: I saw no such thing! CL: Yeah, think you might need some glasses, Bozo. Nagoya’s fans sit in awe and soon the awe becomes a faint hissing like jeers for the challenger as the Yeti’s legs wobble underneath his two hundred and sixty pounds. Seconds later Kiyoshi on shaky legs staggers backwards from Jim, his body trying to keep itself up right as it nears one of the set of ropes behind him. Taking this chance, the First Monster of FIW bolts forward and takes aim for an open hand slap flurry, each one finding their mark! Each slap thrusts beads of sweat off of the champion’s face and flings them out of his long white locks, pinning him back first against the ropes to hisses! Onikage: Will you look at that?! Tony should do his job better, James is clearly poking Kiyoshi in the eyes with his thumbs with each slap! JH: Are you kidding me?! Those are perfectly legal open hand slaps! CL: Do I smell a sore loser? CM: Sorry about that, I went to a Japanese version of Denny’s today to see what it’d be like. Grasping a hold of Nakahata’s arm, the Man in Black pushes back only to whip him straight out of the ropes and across the ring with his fists pumping! The Ichiban Reject hits the opposite set of ropes and bounces out of them, rushing back towards the waiting arms of O’Brien. Who just so happens to inter-clasp his hands together and flail them forward as hard as he can, and manages to hit a home run on the Yeti’s facial features! The First Monster of FIW throws his hand into the air with his index finger pointing to the heavens and roars out “ICHIBAN” to a mixture of applause and hissing! JH: Axe bomber! That clobbered Kiyoshi! CL: That it d-YES! Sweet NOWA yes! CM: Oh great, he’s having another orga- Onikage: Ichiban?! Great, now James is stealing Nakahata-dono’s title too. What Constance is freaking out over is the small stream of crimson running down the cut on the lower lip of the Judo Sensei and down his chin, dripping onto the mat. The challenger eagerly awaits his foe to get to his feet, and the champion does indeed begin to stir and shake his head. Blood splatters all around him as he tries to get rid of those cobwebs, his legs still a little shaky below him when he starts to rise to a vertical base again. His peace on his feet is short lived because Jim zips over and wraps his two arms around Mr. FSC’s waist from behind and sticks his head between his side and inner arm. CL: Looks like Kiyoshi’s about to take a trip. CM: See ya next fall! Ha! I’m so clever. Onikage: Kiyoshi won’t fall for such a simple trick. JH: He fell victim to the axe bomber, in case you forgot. Onikage shows his intelligence because a moment after O’Brien tries to heave the smaller man upward, the champion plants his body down on the canvas. Hastily he rears back his elbow and drills it into the mush of his challenger several rapid fire times, each one making the hold loosen. Till with ease Kiyoshi snatches up the arm of his foe and plows backwards, sending the Man in Black back first into the ropes with him squashed against him. Fans applaud and even cheer when the Ichiban Reject tosses the larger man over his shoulder and sends him flat down onto his back on the mat with a mighty thud! CM: Ip..ip...ip…Whatever it’s called! His fancy throw! Onikage: Ipponzei is it’s name, you man-whore. JH: Kiyoshi Nakahata busts out a signature maneuver already in this contest! CL: Which means he’s worried. Rolling over onto his stomach, the challenger tries to push back up off of the canvas with a wince when a knee flies downward and strikes him in the side of the head! Again and again Nakahata drops to a knee and rains down knee strikes on the Man in Black, the fans eating it up with utter excitement! As fast as he can carry himself O’Brien rolls around the ring and over to the ropes, finding them to be his safety zone from the knee strike abuse. Tony gets the champion to back away and the First Monster of FIW uses the ropes to pull his hefty body back up to it’s vertical base before stepping out of them to continue. Onikage: Like a coward James goes to the ropes. JH: While I’ll say Kiyoshi’s knee strikes looked dangerous, I far from consider Jim a coward for what he did! CL: Why are you even arguing with him about it? CM: Yeah, he’s more biased than I am! In the blink of an eye the Man in Black races the ring and goes straight at the champion, throwing up his leg in mid-run for a deadly yakuza kick that said champion ducks! Nakahata pushes O’Brien and sends him further running into the opposite side of the ring’s ropes, and when he comes off of them Nakahata swings out his arm! The lariat attempt misses it’s mark when the challenger actually dives and rolls underneath the arm of the Yeti! Popping back up behind him, with relative ease the First Monster of FIW locks in the katahajime and hurls the smaller man over his head in a suplex variation! JH: The Hellsplex! Jim O’Brien nailed the Hellsplex! CL: Shit, you know what’s next! CM: No! Please Jim! Not that! Any thing but a submission! Onikage: What?! He grabbed the tights! You saw it! You all saw it! Floating over with the suplex, Jim cinches in the katahajime and wraps his legs around the midsection of the Judo Sensei in a body scissors submission maneuver! The Ichiban Reject desperately tries to reach for the ropes though they are too far away and so opts instead to show the referee he’s not tapping. Clarke circles around the two as Kiyoshi’s limbs flail and he resembles a turtle on it’s back with O’Brien being the massive shell keeping it weighed down. FIW’s Dual Crown Champion repeatedly tells the referee he’s not giving up and tries to do some thing to counter this as the Man in Black tightens his locking of the hold. CL: Hell’s Bells! That fucker ain’t going nowhere! CM: Nooo…so…boring…already…growing…sleepy… Onikage: Come on referee, it’s a choke, it’s clearly a choke! JH: No, Jim’s being extra careful to make sure it’s not a illegal choke hold. With good reason too, Jim O’Brien could be our new champion! Arms hover over the two’s bodies in Mr. FSC’s attempt to show he’s still amongst the land of the living to the senior official who looks to be eager to call for the bell. Slowly yet steadily the champion starts rocking the two of them from side to side, his challenger trying to stop it. Given their relative weight difference O’Brien manages to hinder it momentarily till Nakahata starts gaining momentum with the rocking and it gradually intensifies. To a spurt of applause and cheers the Ichiban Reject flips the two over, squashing himself beneath the girth of the First Monster of FIW but on his belly none the less! CM: Wow! He actually did it! Onikage: Why of course, he’s not known for his fighting spirit for nothing. JH: I have to give it to him, that was might impressive of Kiyoshi. CL: Yeah but it was for nothing, Jim’s now squashing him and choking the life out of him. His hands plant themselves under the two’s bodies with their palms against the mat and Nakahata braces himself as he starts to try to push upwards with his arms! Gritting his teeth and growling, the champion tries to do a quasi-push up though the challenger is far from helping things. With the shift of his weight, Jim pins his entire weight on the Yeti’s back to have to carry if he wants to ever get back up to his feet again and it clearly slows this down. Losing his grip, Kiyoshi’s hand slides from under them and almost sends them toppling over till he manages to replant it back down against the canvas. Onikage: Darn it, if only James hadn’t eaten all those twinkies! JH: You’re clear biased and untrue remarks are bordering on cruel, Onikage! CL: What do you expect from a sheep fucker? CM: I’m actually rooting for Kiyoshi right now for the simple fact I want this submission to e-…z…z…z…zzz…zzz….zZz…ZzZ…zzz Japan’s countryman summons all of his strength and probably for the first time ever his arms show a little tone as veins pop out onto his flesh as he pushes. All of this display isn’t for nothing, much to O’Brien’s dismay they start to raise and Nakahata’s feet manage to gain their footing! With their butts pointed to the heavens the two men start to go higher and higher despite the Man in Black wrenching on the hold as hard as he can to stop it. A slight stumble of steps leads the Ichiban Reject to his feet to cheers and applause from the fans in attendance as Jim’s eyes grow to the size of saucers! JH: Oh my goodness! Kiyoshi is to his feet! CL: How the fuck did he pull that off?! CM: Zzz…Zzz…Zzz… Onikage: Even with the nearly extra three hundred pounds my brother from another mother refuses to be denied! By the buckets sweat mixed with the blood from his lip drips off of the Yeti, his chest heaving up and down as fast as it possibly can in an attempt to take in air. His eye lids start to sag a bit and he quickly tries to shake it off, the air he needs not coming to him is apparent. Trying to end this fairy tale come back in it’s tracks, the First Monster of FIW pulls back as much as he can on the hold without reverting it into a choke hold. Clarke’s surprise from Nakahata getting to his feet makes him forget to even check with the wrestler till O’Brien roars an order at him. CL: Tony’s checking on him to see if he’s ready to tap. CM: Zzz…Zzz…Zzz… Onikage: Like my charge could so easily be put away after coming so far! JH: While Kiyoshi’s feat of will is inspiring, Jim’s still got Hell’s Bells locked in! Out stretching his arms and attempting to reach behind him, Mr. FSC simply can’t manage to get a decent grasp on his challenger to do a potential throw. With that potential counter out of the list down, as fast as his feet can carry him the champion back pedals into the ropes again! The sandwiching effect doesn’t work and still gets him nowhere closer to being able to get a hold of the Man in Black that is going for a piggy back ride on him. What it does do is use up more air and energy that is being sapped from him, and it shows when the Judo Sensei bends over a bit to catch his breath. CM: Zzz…Zzz…Zzz… Onikage: Ah, seems things never change, James is still as hard as ever to get rid of, like a rash or a parasite of some kind. JH: I can think of some one that fits better… CL: Hey! I’m the one that is supposed to hold a grudge against him, stop stealing my gimmick Hitchen! With every passing moment Jim O’Brien’s wish to be FIW Dual Crown Champion becomes a reality and steadily brings a grin to the veteran’s features. Kiyoshi starts to slip, his body growing weaker and his legs starting to give out beneath him and even almost dropping to a knee. His eyes go half mast and his features grow soft and relaxed, his arms hanging limply at his sides like two useless heaps of flesh and bone & blood. It is because of this no one expects it when the Yeti bolts side ways straight towards the turnbuckle and collides with it Man in Black first! Onikage: Yes! That’s the way, Nakahata-dono! JH: Kiyoshi Nakahata just won’t die! CL: Why…why can’t he just lose already?! Why does he keep fighting?! CM: Zz-Hmm?! My Chip senses are telling me there is a chance for a snide comment! Ahem…It’s because you are used to retarded backyard’ers down in Texas unlike an actual skilled judo warrior like Kiyoshi, Constance! BOOM! I sank your battle ship! Moment of truth comes when the champion steps out of the corner…and the challenger is still hanging on with the katahajime still intact to an impressed applause from the fans! FIW’s Ichiban Reject isn’t so amused by this valiant effort and flings their bodies back into the corner and squeezes the Man in Black in between the corner and him yet again! To his credit, Jim hangs on and is still using the hold when the Yeti steps out of the corner for the second time to a larger round of applause than before. The senior official hovers around the two and makes sure Kiyoshi is still fit to compete as said competitor grumbles & grits his teeth. JH: That said, Jim O’Brien won’t die either! CL: Christ, these two are killing each other! CM: Eh, slowly growing tired again… Onikage: My brother might have to scrape this fungus off forcefully. Incredibly Mr. FSC finds the power to barrel backwards and ram Jim back first into the steel turnbuckles yet again in an attempt to escape the hold! Except he doesn’t step out of the corner this time and instead opts to pull back and repeatedly ram the Man in Black into the corner! The fans are going nuts as the champion is absolutely relentless with driving the challenger’s spine into the steel and even is making Tony Clarke cringe over it! After the tenth or so time it becomes too much of a task for the drained Yeti and he staggers out of the corner in hope of results, and finds them in the dazed O’Brien. CL: Shit, Jim’s out of his back. CM: All he needs to do now is pull him off. Onikage: From there it’ll be child’s play. JH: I don’t think any one could have survived such a odd manner of offense! Relief is evident on the usually cold features of the champion when he sees that his challenger is out cold seemingly and his hold is no longer that effective. He takes a few more steps towards the center of the ring to properly take care of this…when Jim springs back to life & cinches in the hold tighter! A few fans applaud this game of playing dead while most hiss at the crafty gaijin who’s got the Ichiban Reject in the center of the ring with the hold! Nowhere to go and no energy to get there, Mr. FSC’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls backwards onto the First Monster of FIW’s and his backs! CM: Crrrrraaaaaap, he’s screwed. Onikage: Is he now? [align=center]1![/align] JH: W-wait! Kiyoshi’s pinned Jim’s shoulders to the mat! Look! He’s still hanging in there! CL: And, Jim doesn’t even realize it! [align=center]2![/align] CM: Talk about a sly ploy! Onikage: Never count out a Reject, thought you fools would’ve figured that out by now. [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: Kiyoshi wins and retains! CL: Fuck sake! MA: Here is your winner of the match by pin fall…and STILL Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion…KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHIIIII NNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHATA~!!! CM: I can’t believe it! Jim lost! Onikage: Those fools in the back were correct in what they saw in Jim O’Brien. They saw history…OF FAILURE! ”Refuse My Violent Heart” booms over the sound system to a standing ovation and cheers from the fans of “NA-KA-HA-TA” as Jim releases the hold. The Yeti sits up on his knees, his head and arms hanging as he looks utterly drained when he’s presented with the championships. Ring monkeys scramble in and present both men with chilled water sprayed onto them to ease their aching muscles as the Man in Black looks around in confusion. He snatches a hold of Tony’s pant leg and tries to find out what happened, his expression becoming a crushed one when it’s explained to him what transpired. JH: Neither man should be ashamed of the fight they put on here tonight! That was amazing! CL: Jim should be, he failed. CM: Yeah, I was hoping for a new champion! FIW’s Morning Star hits the ring, sliding in and tending to his charge and helping him sling both the championships over each of his shoulders per his request. Carefully he helps Nakahata to his feet and is ready to lead him out of the ring when Nakahata grabs him and stops him. Turning around and almost falling over in the process, the Judo Sensei stares at the near-by depressed First Monster of FIW on his knees in the ring. Waddling over to him, he extends his hand into the would-be challenger’s line of vision to even stronger applause from the fans in attendance. CL: Oh god…not this again… CM: I like Kiyoshi best when he’s the violent bastard, this honor stuff is weird. JH: I commend Kiyoshi Nakahata for this! Showing respect and sportsmanship that a true champion should show! Cautiously the Man in Black looks up at the hand more clearly and than up at the sweat and blood stained face of the FIW Dual Crown Champion staring down at him. Briefly his eyes move over to the lingering figure of the Straight Edge Artist and then move back over to Mr. FSC and his extended hand. Warily he out stretches his hand and O’Brien grabs a hold of Kiyoshi’s, shaking it to more cheers and applause from the Nagoya fans on their feet. To end it the Ichiban Reject pulls on it, helping the larger man up onto his feet before leaving with Onikage to let Jim O’Brien soak in the cheers & applause from the fans. CM: …Gag… JH: Oh shush you, that was a touching moment, and Jim O’Brien may not have won or been crowned the new champion but he put up a helluva fight! I’d say it was as tough of one as any one he had put on in his original stint of Full Intensity Wrestling and the Man in Black is certainly back! CL: Alright, enough of the sappy bullshit as we’re all out of time, for Chip and Hitchen, I’m Constance and we’ll see you next week for the annual FIW Grand Prix Tournament…You wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!
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