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| Kryten Shards | Feb 11 2008, 04:51 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]The bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal With the bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a fuckin' minute I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a second I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh The bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal With the bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a fuckin' minute I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a second I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I don't find it funny right now Right now I want my m-m-m-money right now Now I'm on my way to the party right now Right now I don't find it funny right now Right now I want my m-m-m-money right now Now I'm on my way to the party right now Right now Because the break The break THE BREAK I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP.[/align] [align=center] Copyright 2007, Full Intensity Wrestling in associate with Sporkco. Studios[/align] |
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| Kryten Shards | Feb 11 2008, 04:59 AM Post #2 |
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JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to ReVolt’s new night! I’m Jonathan Hitchen, alongside Chip Martin and Constance Loire, and what a night we have for you tonight! CL: The Tag Team Championships of the World are on the line in the main-event with the makeshift duo of Prime and Kennedy defending against rising stars Jay Bain and Nick Allen. CM: And the Rejects have issued an open challenge for the Dual Crown Champion Kiyoshi Nakahata, not surprisingly snapped up by Nightmare. CL: And we haven’t seen Kiyoshi all week. Makes you wonder if there’s problems amongst the Dual Crown Champion and Rejects leader Onikage. First the dispute over the treatment of Liam Mortell, and now an open challenge that Kiyoshi has seemingly shied away from. JH: That’s all later tonight but what a way to kick off ReVolt! With the start of a new Trial Series and a former Hellcat Division Champion! The house lights fade into darkness, sending a quiet murmur throughout the arena. Heavy drum beats spark the stage lights to life, the rainbow of strobes following as the vocals of “Burn” by the Luchagors kick into the PA system. Jaime skips out onto the stage shortly after, playfully flipping her hair up before raising her arms above her head. She trots down the stairs, continuing to skip down towards the ring, grinning and slapping hands of the front row fans along the way. MA: The following is a Trial Series match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making her way to the ring from Ohio… JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!! CL: I think everyone can see for themselves that Jaime Lee is no longer the Hellcat Division Champion. That title now resides on Roxie Galanoochie, victorious in the I Quit match at Nensai Senjou. JH: Man, what an impressive outing for the hellcat division at Nensai Senjou. Despite heavy interference, Roxie and Jaime really proved that our hellcat division is deserving of the spotlight given on pay-per-view. Jaime ducks in under the bottom rope, flinging her hair back as she raises her head with a grin from ear to ear. She pops up to her feet and steps into the nearest turnbuckle, blowing a kiss to the fans in the front row and then leaping up to the middle turnbuckle. Once again she flings her hair back as she raises her head and shoots an arm up into the air. Ending the photo op, she jumps back down to the canvas and skips across to the other side of the ring, once again raising her arm up into the air. Her smile fades slightly as she backs into her turnbuckle, ready to get serious for the upcoming contest. CM: Jaime and Roxie did have a great match last Sunday but what about what happened AFTER Nensai Senjou, huh? That’s what I want to know about. JH: I think the loss really affected Jaime on so many levels. I just hope tonight she can start getting her head back together. CM: So you’re going to blame what happened on her not thinking straight, is that it? JH: Damn right. I prefer that explanation over the one that implies she willingly kissed Adam Wilson. [align=center]Work it, Make It, Do It, Makes Us, HARDER BETTER FASTER STRONGER![/align] The arena lights dim. Several different coloured disco/club-style lights project different shapes onto the members of the crowd. They weave their way around the eager wrestling fans, as two of the lights form a white spot at the entrance. From the back, Liam steps out into the spot, head down at his feet but his body facing towards the crowd. His loyal fans cheer wildly, his haters boo to their hearts content and those that are apathetic do what they do best. After a few moments Liam looks up and around at the crowd, with a beaming smile before heading down the steps and walking down the aisle towards the ring. MA: Her opponent: weighing in at two hundred and twenty-two pounds, he hails from Cheltenham, England… LLIIIIIAAAMMM MMMOOOORRRTEEEELLLL!!! JH: Here’s a man that put up a hell of a fight for the Dual Crown Championship on Sunday. CL: He was eliminated in the first round of the Double Jeopardy match. Despite that “hell of a fight”. CM: Thanks to ETHAN ADAMS. But Liam brought it on himself. He was fighting Kennedy! No reason to put his hands on Ethan. JH: It was an accidental shot from Liam. But Ethan’s was no accident. He slaps the hands of the fans that are close enough, even shaking a few of the more eager fan’s hands, before ascending the steps up to the apron. Liam turns towards the audience and gives an even larger smile, complete with a ‘thumbs up’, and then steps into the ring. He walks around for the ring quickly, surveying the canvas for any foreign objects, before running into one set of ropes, rebounding into the opposite set, then doing the same for the other two sets of ropes. He stops, as his music fades and the lights return to their normal state. JH: So we have the first-ever competitor in the Trial Series, Liam Mortell, taking on the second Trial Series competitor Jaime Lee. Should be an interesting contest. CL: Interesting to say the least. Both Liam and Jaime showed some unstable behavior this week. This match could be a disaster for FIW. DING-DING J.J. signals the start of the contest and both Liam and Jaime prepare themselves for their first lock-up. With the obvious strength advantage, Liam easily counters Jaime a wrist clutch arm wringer that powers Jaime down to one knee. Jaime resorts to her speed and agility, cartwheeling out of the arm wringer and whipping Liam into a hammerlock! Liam throws a back elbow but Jaime dodges her head out of his striking distance. Liam tries a different tactic, reaching down between his legs and dragging Jaime’s foot out from underneath her! JH: Right from the start we’re seeing Liam’s technical advantage over Jaime Lee, who’s without a doubt not had as much in-ring experience as Liam. CM: Well Liam’s like 80 and Jaime’s like 12. So of course she hasn’t. But she’s got stamina on her side. JH: Jaime is not 12 and Liam certainly isn’t 80. CL: But he is right about Jaime’s advantage. If I’m Liam, I’m gonna try and end this match as quickly as possible. Liam shakes out his right arm and turns back to his downed opponent, getting a boot throw up into his stomach from Jaime! From her position on the canvas, Jaime throws her legs up around Liam’s neck! But Liam immediately counters with a simple slap to Jaime’s exposed stomach and dragging her up into a powerbomb position! Jaime immediately starts laying into Liam with right hands to the face before Liam hoists her up in the air over his head! CL: Jaime and Liam are just going back and forth trying to set the pace of this match. Jaime trying to speed this up and Liam with good reason wanting to keep things slowed down. CM: A powerbomb maybe? No! Liam was gonna throw Jaime right over his head. Thank goodness she landed on her feet. Jaime does indeed land on her feet, allowing her to bury a boot into Liam’s stomach when he turns around. She grabs him by the wrist and whips him off the ropes. Nope, Liam counters it. Jaime rebounds and misses a clothesline from Liam by baseball sliding right through his legs! Jaime springs back to her feet and POWERS LIAM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A THESZ PRESS! JH: Jaime’s certainly got the speed and agility on her side and she’s taking it to Liam right now. CL: You have to wonder if Liam’s holding back. He said he wasn’t comfortable at first fighting Kennedy in the ring until she gave him a reason. Does he have a reason to fight Jaime with all he’s got? CM: The reason is, if he doesn’t he’ll just slip further away from his Dual Crown dreams. Liam forces Jaime off the mounted position and gets back to his feet, taking a dropkick that backs him into the corner. Jaime rushes forward, leaping onto the second rope and laying into Liam with right hands! Liam grabs Jaime up and spins her around to a seated position on the turnbuckle before firing a forearm strike upside the face! CM: No qualms about laying into Jaime’s pretty face with that forearm strike. JH: Liam may have just realized that Jaime isn’t going to hold back at all here tonight. Liam nails another forearm strike before taking a step back and shaking his head clear. That moment of hesitation costs him as Jaime throws her legs out around Liam’s neck once again! Jaime whips herself out of the corner-- NO! Liam drags Jaime from the corner and DRIVES HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A POWERBOMB IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! JH: A powerbomb and Liam’s got the cover! CM: Not just a powerbomb but he countered Jaime’s corner-rana! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! JAIME KICKS OUT![/align] Liam immediately spins around out of the cover, locking Jaime up in a Texas Cloverleaf! The former Hellcat Champion screams out in agony as J.J. changes position to ask Jaime if she gives up. Jaime screams out no, shaking her head wildly while clawing out at the canvas. CL: The Cloverleaf Special from Liam and I think Jaime may have to give up two matches back to back. JH: You can see the desperation on Jaime’s face. She has to be remembering Nensai Senjou at this exact moment and the last thing she wants to do is quit again. Jaime slowly but surely begins to drag Liam across the canvas, inch by inch getting closer to the ropes. Her arm and fingers stretched as far as she can, desperately reaching out for the ropes while gritting her teeth in pain. Liam tries to plant his feet firmly into the canvas, wrenching back on the hold even more. Jaime continues to drag herself along the canvas, inches from the ropes. She lunges towards the ropes and-- LIAM DRAGS HER BACK INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING! But Jaime takes advantage of Liam’s slight relinquish on the hold. As he stands to walk back into the ring, Jaime ducks her head and rolls underneath Liam! She shakes a leg free and BOOTS LIAM IN THE FACE! JH: Jaime counters right out of the Texas Cloverleaf! CM: I don’t think Liam can believe it! Jaime gets back to her feet just as Liam charges back in! Jaime ducks under a clothesline, hooking up his arm in the process and reaching back to grab a hold of his neck. But Liam has her arm-trap neckbreaker scouted and stops it half way by hooking up her second arm into his. Both competitors are not locked up back to back, lobbying for control. Liam leans forward, flipping Jaime over his back. She lands on her feet and GETS BLASTED IN THE FACE WITH ANOTHER FOREARM SHOT! JH: It looks like Liam may have done his homework here tonight. That’s the second move of Jaime’s that he’s counter. She may have to break out something new here to outweigh Liam’s experience edge. Liam grabs up Jaime by the arms, underhooking them both before snapping her across the ring! Jaime crashes back first into the canvas, arching up in pain. Liam is back on her before she can recover, dragging her up via another underhook and once again throws her across the ring! CL: Two underhook suplexes from Liam. You can see he’s targeting Jaime’s back. A powerbomb, that Texas Cloverleaf that really did some damage, and now two suplexes. CM: Maybe he is ready to take out anyone necessary for the Dual Crown Championship. I’m actually a little impressed. JH: That says a lot right there. He makes his way across the ring, bending down to scoop Jaime back but the resilient hellcat grabs a hold of his feet, throwing her legs up under his arms and rolling him down into the canvas with a pin attempt! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! LIAM KICKS OUT![/align] JH: A near fall from Jaime. Her first near fall of the contest. CL: It’s going to take more than that to keep him down. And I’d say the same goes for Jaime here tonight. JH: Both these two competitors know they need this victory tonight. Jaime pops up to her feet quicker than Liam, charges at him with a running clothesline that takes him down! He does his best to bounce back into action but Jaime comes back with a running back elbow to the face that flattens Liam back down! Again, she drops into the cover, hooking the far leg and grapevining the other desperately! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! ANOTHER KICK OUT![/align] Jaime looks to J.J. with a pleading expression but it was only a two count. And at this moment we cut backstage to find the Great White Hype Adam Wilson watching this very contest unfold on a monitor. His expression gives no indication of what he’s thinking but we do know he doesn’t take his eyes off the contest. JH: Another near fall for Jaime and there you see Adam Wilson watching this contest with great interest, it would seem. CM: I really don’t think he’s watching the contest itself. Rather one of the contestants. JH: Well, that’s an argument one could make. But it’s not what’s important right now. And that’s this contest. Accepting that it was just a near fall, Jaime gets back to her feet and begins to call Liam back up. Slowly but surely he does manage to get himself vertical again, turning around and taking a boot to the midsection from Jaime. She wrings his arm up, throwing her leg over his bicep and locking his head up. She screams out just before… LIAM COUNTERS! He stands up tall, Jaime shakily balanced over his right shoulder, which gives out! JH: Oh my God, what’s Liam thinking here? CL: That’s his bad shoulder-- and it just gave out! Luckily Jaime lands on her feet as Liam yells out from the pain running through his shoulder. Jaime takes advantage of the distraction and rushes in-- GETTING DRILLED INTO THE CANVAS WITH A LIGHTNING FAST ROTATING SPINEBUSTER! JH: THE SPINEBUSTAAH! CL: Even with his shoulder, Liam managed to pull off one of the best executed spinebusters in the business today. CM: But he can’t capitalize. It’s true. Jaime is laid out and Liam is also not moving on the canvas. Unless clutching his shoulder and gritting his teeth counts as moving. Which, I guess technically it does. But J.J. doesn’t count it so instead he counts something else. And that’s both competitors. ONE! TWO! JH: Liam can’t capitalize and Jaime is not moving. J.J. is starting the count and how horrible would it be if this match ended on a double count out? THREE! FOUR! CL: It’d end up hurting both Jaime and Liam in the end. CM: LOOK! ETHAN ADAMS! Indeed, Ethan Adams is now the focus of attention. The Grand Prix Champion is sauntering his way towards the ring with his GP gold hanging over his shoulder. Neither Liam or Jaime notice him but that doesn’t stop him from inching closer to the ring with a more than interested look on his face. FIVE! SIX! Finally Liam does manage to get up to one knee before pushing himself to stand fully up, yet still clutching that shoulder. He makes his way over to Jaime, reaching down to pull her up when he notices Ethan Adams at ringside. The First Wonder of the World grins at Liam like they’re long-lost best friends just having found one another again. You know, long-lost best friends that flaunt things at each other, just like Ethan is doing with his GP gold right now. JH: I think it’s fairly obvious why Ethan Adams is out here tonight. Just rubbing in Liam’s face how he can go for the Dual Crown Championship at any opportunity of his choosing. Something Liam has to work for. CM: You can’t blame Ethan for being proud of his Grand Prix Championship. That’s a big deal! You’d be running at the mouth every week if Liam had it. CL: He’s got you there. Liam lets Jaime fall back to the canvas, making his way to the ropes and sharing a few words with Ethan. Whatever they are, they seem to aggravate Ethan, leading him to make a move to get in the ring. J.J. is there to intervene though, demanding Ethan stay back and warning Liam not to start anything. Liam ignores J.J.’s warnings saying his peace as Jaime comes up behind with a waistlock! She rolls Liam down onto his shoulders, bridging back! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! LIAM KICKS OUT!! BUT IT’S TOO LATE!!![/align] The bell sounds just as Liam springs off his shoulders, shoving Jaime off him! But “Burn” is already reprising through the speakers and Ethan is nearly falling over in laughter. MA: Here is your winner… JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!! Jaime bounces up and down, happy to be back on the winning track but Liam’s attention is not on his winning opponent. To no one’s surprise at all, Liam’s eyes are staring straight ahead at Ethan Adams who continues to laugh with great enjoyment over Liam’s predicament, even applauding Jaime Lee on her victory. The hellcat casts a curious glance towards Ethan as he gives her the old wink and gun gesture before heading towards the back, shaking his head happily over Liam’s embarrassment and frustration. JH: Well Jaime Lee picks up a big time victory coming off Nensai Senjou but give the assist to Ethan Adams. CM: Don’t kiss him next, Jaime. JH: I don’t think we have to worry about that. CL: Given everything that’s been going on around here since Nensai Senjou, you never know. |
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| Kryten Shards | Feb 11 2008, 05:15 AM Post #3 |
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The PA system comes to life with the opening sounds of "Ironside" by Quincy Jones and the arena lights begin to flash yellow in sequence with the sirens. As the trumpet finishes, two golden pyros launch upward and explode above the stage, giving way to Duran Duran's "A View To A Kill" as the lyrics begin. After a few seconds, Ash emerges from the gateway with his hands on his hips and observes the fans in attendance, before cracking a smile and making his way down the steps. Heading along the aisle, Ash points at and mocks the fans in the first few rows, before turning his attention to the ring. MA: The following contest is a Triple Threat match, and is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, hailing from Reading England... standing six-foot-five and weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-seven pounds.... the Koopamaniac... AAAAAAAAAAASH KOOOOOOOPAAAAAAAA! Upon reaching the ringside area, Ash quickly makes his way up the steps, then scales the turnbuckles from the apron. Standing on the middle rope, Ash looks around at the fans with a smirk and his arms outstretched, motioning for a reaction from the crowd. He then steps onto the top turnbuckle and jumps down to the apron, before running across the ring and rebounding off the far ropes. Ash comes to a stop in the middle of the ring and peels off his jacket, handing it to the referee, then begins stretching as he waits for the match to start. The entrance turns a shade of blue as "Frankenstein" by the Edgar Winter Group begins to sound throughout the arena. Lara Toni bounds out of the gateway onto the stage and raises her arms above her head. The cheers soon turn to jeers as the crippled Orion Oldriod emerges behind her. Orion hobbles on his crutches alongside Lara on the stage before giving her the nod to continue down to the ring. Lara skips down the steps holding her hat on her head. MA: And his opponents... first, hailing from Palm Beach Florida... weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds... LAAAARRRAAAAA TOOONNNIIIIIIIII! Lara begins slapping the hands of the fans in the front row before she looks behind to see Orion showing his disapproval. She waves out to the fans before placing her cowboy hat on Orion's head and running to the ring. Lara slides in under the bottom rope and heads for the nearest turnbuckle, she leaps up onto the middle rope and raises her arms in the air. She applauds the fans as Orion looks up from ringside looking displeased. Lara performs the same combination on all four turnbuckles before stretching against the ropes in the preparation for the opening 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: And... hailing from New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty three pounds…your Hellcat Division Champion!... ROXIEEEEEEEEEE…GAAAAAALAAAANOOOOCHIEEEEEEEEEE! 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. [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] Sound of the bell and each competitor... stands their ground. Not a soul in this match is feeling hasty in the least. Each opponent tries to read the other two and before long, tension mounts and Roxie Galanoochie starts to throw pointed fingers with harsh words accompanying them at Lara Toni. Soon those pointed fingers and harsh words make their way to Ash Koopa who's tried to sneak in against the Hellcat Division Champion. As Roxie gives Ash an earful, impatience consumes Lara and she makes a move on Roxie! CM:Ah c'mon! Let's see some blood or a nip-slip or something... anything! JH: Patience is a virtue, Chip- CL: And it looks like Lara Toni has run out of it! Hells yes she has! As Roxie lays verbal waste to Ash, Lara shows us all what makes her the number one contender to the HDC and blitzes the champ with a GUT BUSTING SPEAR! Then, mounting the champion, Lara wastes even less time and unleashes a barrage of open hand slaps, batting Roxies head from side to side with each cheek-reddening strike! Stunned in place, the Koopamaniac shakes himself back into reality and inserts himself into the match... and quite physically at that! Bouncing off the ropes, Ash charges in and... JH: Lara Toni not wasting any time and looks to get herself some of the Hellcat champion and-OH MY GOD! CM: YES! YES! That's what I wanna see! CL: Ash Koopa nearly popped Laras eyes out with that boot to the back of the head! That was freakin' SICK! Tonis form sags over Roxies Ash holds himself against the opposite ropes and smiles for the crowd. A smattering of booing rumbles amongst the crowd while 99.9 percent of the people roar their approval for such a ruthlessly aggressive move on the Koops part! Feeling the fan base's desire for carnage, Koop sets his eyes on Toni and yanks the Hellcat to her feet by a hefty handful of hair. Slinging a limp arm around his neck, Ash pops another grin before hoisting Lara up and holding her aloft in a Stalling Vertical Suplex. The crowd slowly begins to count the seconds away as Ash watches Tonis face turn bright! CL: Lara Toni's head looks like it's about to pop like a tick! CM: Blood! Blood! Blood! JH: Jesus, Chip... have you no morals?! Lara Toni is a vulnerable woman right now and Ash Koopa is merely taking advantage of it! CM: Cry me a river, you bleeding heart, and stand corrected! Lara Toni is a wrestler... wrest-ler, and right now she's involved in a wrest-ling match against two other wrest-lers! What Ash Koopa is doing is winning said wrest-ling match! Koopamania, brother... DIG IT! CL: Speaking of dig it! Roxie Galanoochie has since risen to her feet and just now, as the Suplex stall count reaches thirty seconds, decides it's time to intervene. Lashing out at Ash like the true Hellcat she is, Roxie shoves both her thumbs into Ash's eye sockets and draws screams of pain from the Koopamaniac! The low brow maneuver is enough to force Ash to ease Lara to her feet, and before Tonis allowed to crumble to the mat, Roxie grabs her fellow hellcats wrist and blasts Ash to the ground with a TWIN HELLCAT CLOTHESLINE! Lara then dizzily staggers into a fall and leaves Roxie alone to pelt the fallen Koop with stomps and kicks to his prone ribs. But these aren't just any everyday wrestling stomps! JH: Now would you look at that folks! Roxie Galanoochie is stomping into Ash Koopas body with the heel of her boot! Those are some stiff shots, and I can only imagine that those ribs of Koopas are on the verge of snapping! CM: God damn rights! CL: Wait a minute... two minutes ago you were all about Koopamania! Now you're pitching a tent in the HDC's camp... what the hell, Chip?! CM: Hey, I'm an equal opportunity kinda guy! I'm all for who ever entertains me the most, because you know as well as I that it's what I paid for... entertainment! Her stomping has gone from methodical to maniacle and soon Roxie Galanoochie screams bloody furry at Ash! But her ruthless assault on the King of Koopamania isn't what arouses jeering from the crowd. No, at this time Smarky Smark and his partner in crime, Paper Bag Man, have decided to stroll out on stage with a well-known someone in tow... literally! JH: I thought I could smell something rotten! Just when I thought we had ourselves a wrestling match here, folks, Smarky Smark and company... bad company, decide to show their faces. CL: Interesting choice of words since one third of this trio has his face hidden under that paper bag... and what's that Hembra's got over her face?! What the hell is this suppose to be, Silence of the Lambs? CM: Just never you mind Hani-er... Hembra up there and just count yourselves and everyone else lucky that Smark and his boy, PBM have the common decency to keep that Hellfire Hellcat under lock and chain! Besides, since when is it against the rules to scout a match, huh? JH: Scouting, yea... that'll be the day! The HDC has since spotted the contained Hembra up on the stage and decides it's appropriate to toss a few ill-flavored words the Amazons way. That is, of course, Roxies downfall! From behind, a refreshed Lara blasts the champ to her knees with a stiff forearm shot to the back of the head! Roxie tumbles from inside the ring to the outside after absorbing the blow. Seeing Roxie spread out on the floor sends waves of aggressive energy through Hembra as she fights her restraints and roars vicious screams! JH: Yea I'll bet Hembra would love to sink her claws into Roxie right about now! CL: I'm half surprised Smark isn't making it happen! CM: SCOUTING! Smark's out here scouting! Before Chip busts a blood vassal in his forehead, Lara Toni admires her handi-work that's been laid out at ringside and then switches focus to Hembra. Rather than toss heated words at the shackled monster, Toni simply smiles and taunts Hembra with a pointed finger. Toni did, after all, come out over that same monster for a shot at the HDC! Right about now, when Toni's in a whole other world, is when Ash Koopa, the fighting Koopamaniac, decides it's time to drag Lara back into reality and right onto her back with a Schoolboy Roll-Up! The ref is right there to count as Ash leans on the back of Laras thighs with all his weight pinning the Hellcat down! [align=center]ONE![/align] JH: Letting a distraction overrule your concentration in a match is damn sure a rookie mistake, and it looks like that rookie mistake could cost Lara Toni! [align=center]TWO![/align] CL: Damn right! Orion Oldroid can teach Lara Toni everything he knows, but what it comes down to is how Toni makes use of that knowledge! CM: Psh! Oldroid's a hack! Always has been, always will be! And the only thing he's passing onto Toni is how she can be a little Hellcat hack! Case in point, what we see here before us! JH: Don't count the pin before the ref does, Chip! [align=center]THRE-NO![/align] Just at the last possible second, Roxie drags herself back into the ring and drops an elbow across the back of Ash's skull! Now that everyone's absorbed a blow to the back of the head... Ash rolls off to one side while tending to his dented skull as Roxie pulls her number one contender up to a vertical base. Gripping a handful of Laras hair, Roxie points toward Hembra as if intending to send a message and goozles Toni! CL: CHOKESLAM!... Chokeslam? JH: NO! SUDDEN IMPACT DDT! Indeed! As Roxie turned another sour eye to Hembra, Lara turns that rookie mistake into a veteran opportunity and drops Roxie with a HEAD SPLITTING DANGEROUS DDT after thrusting a boot into her stomach! Lara rolls to champ onto her back, hooks the leg, and... [align=center]ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! IT'S BROKEN![/align] Ash Koopa runs by and stomps Laras back to save this match for someone else! He then hoists the Hellcat up by another handful of hair as well as Galanoochie. Koopa now stands in the center of the ring with hefty handfuls of blond and brown hair. With both Hellcats fighting against his grip, Ash casts a smile out into the crowd before shouting, “I'm hardcore!” In an effort to create a historic FIW moment, Koopa forces both, yes both, Hellcats in for a sloppy, tonguey, ooie-gooie kiss! CM: Hell yea, now that's compelling television! JH: Ash Koopa, ladies and gentlemen, to be blunt, is the man! CL:I don't even know how to call that? Would this be considered a submission? JH: Depends on how you feel about kissing Ash Koopa... CL: KOOPA WITH A LIP LOCK! KOOPA WITH A LIP LOCK! Now that we're all clear on Constances position on kissing Ash... having thrust the Hellcats from his embrace, all Koopa finds before him are a pair of women scorned. Suddenly, Ash regrets making his moment in mind and soon in body! A pair of boots to the stomach double the kissin' Koopamaniac over and leave him prone for a double Hellcat DDT! The impact is so great that Ash's limp body slides from the apron to the mats on the outside! CL: Hell hath no furry like a Hellcat! JH: And in one ill-fated moment, Ash Koopa doubled his displeasure! CM: Whatever... Koop's still the man in my books... even if he did just get pussy-whipped! ME-YOW! As Koop is laid out on the floor, we're left with just the Hellcats. The champ, and her rival face off in the center of the ring and exchange a few words before fists and fur flies! Soon, Lara gets the upper hand in this bout of fisticuffs, and starts beating Roxie back against the ropes. Irish whip and Roxie ducks under a clothesline only to bounce off the ropes again! Once more the new HDC runs beneath a clothesline and once again she collides with the ropes. A third time, however, there is no clothesline... just a KNEE FED TO ROXIES MOUTH! With a splat, the champ hits the mat yet, though a little worse for wear, she rises back to her feet... only to be met from behind by a rebounding Lara and a FACE CRUSHING BULLDOG! Roxie bounces from her face to her back and leaves herself prone to another fast-paced assault from Lara. Gathering some steam, Toni runs toward the ropes and springboards off the middle rope and MOONSAULTS down onto Roxie! CL: SPINE CYCLE SPIN CYCLE! JH: Lara Toni is building some hellacious momentum here, and from the looks of things, the champ can't keep pace! CL: Well there's only two kinds of people in this world... the quick, and the dead. CM: Three kinds! The quick... the dead... and the man, Ash Koopa! Who has climbed back up onto the apron. As Lara looks for another rope-assisted maneuver, Koops wraps his arms around the Hellcats head and jerks her around in a sleeper hold! Lara fights as hard as she can as she's soon advanced upon by a slow yet sturdy Hellcat champ! Between a rock and a hard place, Lara does the only thing she can... she drops the bottom out! Dropping her rear end, but staying on her feet, Lara drives Koops chin into the top rope STUNNER STYLE and then pounces form a readies position and takes the HDC down with yet another GUT BUSTING SPEAR! CL: INSTANT CLASSIC TO KOOPA PUNCTUATED BY A SPEAR TO ROXIE! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW! JH: That was some awesome offense to say the very least! CM: And when she squated like that her pants stretched nice and tight over her ass!... what?! Dazed and confused by the blast she endured, Roxie staggers to her feet and comes about to meet yet another boot to the gut! Toni jars Roxies head and looks for another Stunner, but the HDC is too smart for that and shoves Toni away. Lara spins about herself to meet Roxie and gets her arm torqued for her efforts. As Roxie fights to lock Lara into a submission, the junior Hellcat fights to free herself and comes out on the winning end... with a boot to the gut again! And this time... this time the Stunner is effective! CL: INSTANT CLASSIC! INSTANT CLASSIC! JH: Lara Toni just turned an impossible situation into a possibility! CM: Yawn... cliché... Try as he might, Chip isn't able to deflate the high Lara's feeling as she pounces on top of Roxie and waits impatiently for the ref to also drop down and count. [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING![/align] MA:Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... LARAAAAAAA TONIIIIIIII! As Frankenstein pumps through the area speakers again, Lara bounds from the fallen champ and leaps straight up onto a set of turnbuckles to celebrate her win. A celebration that's soon spoiled for up on stage, Smarky Smark unleashes hell! As the final chain is unlocked, Hembra breaks free and dashes for the ring, a freak off her leash, to then slide in and pluck Toni from her perch! Stuck in a waist lock, Tori does all she can to fight but the far fresher Hembra rattles and shakes Toni about like a rag doll before lofting her to the ground. Toni lay in a limp mess of herself as Hembra turns ferocious eyes to the HDC who's still laid out on the mat. Jerking the champ from the mat by her wrist, Hembra hoists Roxie onto her shoulders and parades her pray about and scanning the crowd with wild eyes, almost taunting them with her merciless physicality. Orion, who's long since arrived at ringside, drags Laras body from the ring and aides her up the ramp while casting a fearful eye over his shoulder. Back in the ring, Hembra roars viciously before dropping backward and crushing Roxie beneath the full wait of her comparatively enormous body! Hembra's right back to her feet and roaring out at the crowd! JH: This is simply sadistic! I knew it right from the start that Smarky Smark had no intentions of merely scouting this match! This was a set-up from the get go! CM: You're paranoid, Hitch! You saw how Hembra broke those chains! And I gotta be honest, if a freak of nature like Hembra can break chains, what the hells is a guy built like Smark going to do to stop her? CL: I guess he didn't help matters by loosening them either, huh, Chip? CM: Lies! Allegations! Smark was tightening them... tightening! Who can stop this monster when she gets going? You?! How about you, Hitch?! JH: Well I can't answer that... and by the looks of things, there aren't too many folks who could... so I put this out there... who can stop Hembra Monstruo? As we're left to think on this, Hembra's finally pushed to bay by an army of EMT's, officials, and FIW staff alike who make their first priority containing Hembra and then attending to the HDC... and a destroyed woman, Roxie Galanoochie. |
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| Kryten Shards | Feb 11 2008, 05:16 AM Post #4 |
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MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, This match is a one fall match, scheduled for on fall, with a fifteen minute time limit. [align=center] The lights drop suddenly and all we have are spotlights and strobes out over the audience along with the flashes of cameras. [align=center] The beat starts in and the lights begin to flash on and off in time with it, illuminating a figure moving through thick fog, cloaked heavily in a hooded coat and gas mask. He strolls darkly down the aisle, not looking at the fans or his opponent; only on his destination. MA: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 236 lbs... he hails from Mission, Texas.... THIS! ... IS! ... TIIIIIIEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!! Tier climbs the steps and walks along the apron. He casts a dramatic backward glance at the audience before entering the ring. Tier removes his coat and hands it to the referee, letting his scarred body glitter in the flashing light as Angelspit's remix of KMFDM's Tohuvabohu dies down. MA: And, his opponent... 'The Majesty' Cole Summoooooooons!!!!! A lifeless silhouette of Coles body appears on the big screen, the only object resembling darkness as the stadium is transformed into a light field by a host of blinding flood lights situated at multiple points around the arena. The rasping of percussion leads us into DeLong's sonic guitar riffs in this edited version of Secret Crowds by AVA. Bells sound the beginning of the first chorus and send the lights into spasms, darting through the darkness of smoke and all matter of strobes which hail The Majesty's entrance. Cole stomps out to either side of the gorilla position, words of passion and gestures of strength gushing from his body into the crowd. With absolute clarity, in stark contrast to his surrounds, Cole then runs down the entrance walkway causing clouds of smoke to wrap around the airstream caused by his momentum. Cole dives under the ropes and just as quickly jumps onto his feet and onto a turnbuckle. The second repeat of the chorus beats along and he greets the resounding bells with outstretched arms, embracing the ether which the crowd, and music, is providing him. Cole hops down from his post and then prepares by circling the ring (and his opponent) as the music fades and the lighting effects subside. JH: What a match this one should be, folks! CL: Of course it's going to be fantastic, Tier's in it. CM: Yeah, heaven forbid we forget about Conse's gimp of a boyfriend. CL: You'd never, ever say that to him, would you? CM: Course not. I'm not fucking stupid, ass hat. [align=center]DING DING DING!![/align] JH: And this one's underway!! Maj wasting no time in this one, driving a boot to the chest, before dropping a clubbing axehandle on Tier's back! That's not enough to slow the Texan down, however, and Cole gets a face full of gas mask to chew on!! CM: These guys are both pretty unhinged, and I like the way it's going so far. We might just see a decent match tonight. Each man is throwing stiff blows at the other, and even the ones that aren't blocked have little effect when they connect, such is each man's dogged furiousness. Cole is the first to make any real progress, with a quick dropkick that catches Tier off guard, stumbling backwards and colliding with the turnbuckles. Cole is on him in seconds, throwing punches while mounted on the second rope. Quick as a flash, though, Tier picks up his opponent, driving him into the ring with a thunderous spinebuster, the noise resonating through Cardiff's International Arena. Now in the driving seat, Tier stomps all over Cole, before backing into a corner, screaming at the downed man to return to his feet. Slowly, Cole returns to his feet, checking his mouth for blood. What he should be looking at, though, is Tier raging towards him, his eyes locked on his. Then, Tier raises his right leg, and... WHOOSH!! JH:Woah! That looked a hell of a lot like Grant Rice's UZI kick, but I swear Tier was trying to crush Cole's oesophagus with it! Lucky he had it in him to get the hell out of the way! CL: That coulda been the end of a career right there. CM: Which mightn't have been a bad thing, all things considered. After regaining his balance, Cole spins round, sees Tier with his back to him, and jams his heel into Tier's calf, before delivering a mighty spinning kick, bouncing Tier's skull violently off the canvas as he goes down. CL: No Brainer! JH: What a shot!! Cole's hooked the leg! [align=center]ONE TWO KICK OUT!![/align] CL: That was never gonna finish Tier off, not so early in a match. CM: Yeah? Then what's that smell coming from your seat, Loire? Tier has now managed to drag himself to his feet, and has just caught sight of Cole running straight at him. He has enough sense to drop straight back to the mat, forcing the Majesty to step over, then as the two meet again, Tier flapjacks Summons straight up, then one armed slams him straight back down. CM: So is Tier that useless now that he has to not just steal other peoples signature moves, but do them wrong? JH: What are you talking about, Chip? CL: Have you been sniffing Monstruo's wrestling shorts again? CM: I'm telling you, that was Grant Rice's 'Call 911', or some kinda lame version of it anyway, and he's already tried to UZI kick Cole's vocal chords across Wales. JH: I hate to say it, but you might just be right. Why's he doing it though? Is it some kinda wierd homage? CL: I think he's just showing the guy that not only can Tier perform all his best moves, but he can make them more effective, more brutal. CM: Nah, he's just got nothing of his own. That's all. While this has been going on, Cole has been writhing in the ring, clinging the back of his neck in pain, while Tier looks on, seemingly perversely interested in Summons' agony. Still, he makes no attempt to stop the Australian from rising back to his feet, which he soon regrets when the Majesty drives a boot into his gut, before nearly piercing the mat with his head in a vile looking DDT. Cole drops a couple of elbows, and locks in an armbar on the fallen Tier. Tier, on the other hand, is having absolutely none of this, and shifts over to one side, meaning that Cole's face is well within range of the nuclear salvo of punches that he delivers, and the hold is relinquished. Both men are quickly standing again, and Tier steps in with a clothesline... which Cole sidesteps, gripping Tier in a reverse grapple... Until Tier drives his elbow into Coles face and turns round... Now face to face, the two men lock up... Tier attempts a suplex, only for Majesty neutralise the attempt, and raise Tier up instead... Who then drops behind Cole, and attempts a bulldog... Maj has foreseen this, however, and ducks out the way, Tier's momentum carrying to him to the ropes... And as he rebounds, Cole hits the floor, before leaping to his feet and preparing to back body drop Tier... Who screeches to a halt, hooks the arms, and... CM: BOOOOOOM! Certainly Cripplin' Cranium Crusher!! captain unimaginative has struck gold again! JH: That certainly was Grant Rice's finishing maneuver. Why Tier's using it, I don't know though... CL: Tier's going for the pin... Suddenly, Cole's legs shoot up, wrapping themselves round Tier's, and before anybody (except Cole) knows what's going on, Summons has a vicious armlock on Tier, who is screaming in pain. JH: Oooh, From Lamb To Slaughter! Tier's ragged breathing can be heard through his gasmask, his free arm constantly trying to inch towards the ropes. However, he can tell when there's no escape, and he taps, shaking his head as he does so. [align=center]DING! DING!! DING!![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, Coooooooole.....SU-MMOOOOOOOONS!!! Cole lets go of Tier's arm, and as the wounded Texan rolls out of the ring, Summons is on the top rope, growling ferally at the audience, adrenaline screaming through his veins. JH: That's a VERY big win for Cole. Taking Tier out is something that not many people can honestly claim to have done, and he has every right to wanna celebrate. CM: Heehee, and here comes Drake Love to join the party! CL: Has Love got a Nightstick? With that, Drake cracks Cole in the back of the skull with the club, dropping him to the mat. Love, standing over the fallen Majesty, drives the baton into the back of Cole's knee over and over. JH: Can no-one win a match cleanly in this god damn federation!? Come on!! CL: Here come security, at their usual pace. Slow and steady wins the race, I guess. As the first official sets foot on the apron, Drake bolts, grinning inanely as he disappears into the audience. JH: Wow, Cole doesn't look in good shape. That attack could have well cracked a bone, or torn a ligament, or something worse. CL: He definitely can't stand up properly. Although that's a problem that most Aussies have, in my experience. As a small group of EMT reach the ring to check on the wounded warrior, the scene fades to black. |
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| Kryten Shards | Feb 11 2008, 05:29 AM Post #5 |
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The lights suddenly dim down. The thudding beats of the guitar and drums from "Survivalism" by Nine Inch Nails starts playing. The tron starts playing the highlights from the career of Sir Colbert Tottington, causing the crowd to, as usual, boo. Two spotlights from either side of the end opposite to the entrance flash repeatedly on the entrance. As the singing begins, the spot lights stop flashing and stay constantly on, still pointing at the entrance way. [align=center]I should have listened to her, So hard to keep control, We kept on eating but our, Bloated bellies still not full.[/align] From behind the curtain walks out Colbert Tottington, followed by Lord General Mortimer Igneous. Colbert grins, as does the General. The jeers come thicker and stronger, as Colbert makes his way down the steps and heads along the aisle for the ringside area. MA: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied by Lord General Mortimer Igneous, he weighs two-hundred and forty pounds, and nails from Cambridge, England. This is SIR COLBERT TOTTINGTON!!” Colbert continues his way to the ring. When he gets there, he slides in, while the General takes the steps. Colbert runs to the corner and gets onto the turnbuckle raising his arms above his head. The crowd mostly boo as Colbert just grins, whilst The General stand in the centre of the ring. Colbert finally steps down and walks over to his advisor. They talk for a moment, before General Mortimer exits to ringside, and Colbert waits for the match to begin. JH: “Welcome back to ringside, ladies and gentlemen. Our next match features two men who competed in the Flycore Championship invitational at Nensai Senjou. It’s Colbert Tottington going one-on-one with the new Flycore Champion, Drake Love!” CL: “A non-title match, I might add. Though, if Colbert were to win, he’d surely be in a position to claim contendership for the belt.” JH: “I’m sure The General and the rest of The Rejects would do their best to lever Colbert into a title opportunity somewhere down the line..” CM: “Colbert would be a good pick, considering he’s a former Flycore Champion himself. And fairly recent, too. Drake Love has quite a legacy to live up to in this division..” 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 stage. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage. 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 the Flycore Championship 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 aisle. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead. MA: “And the opponent, weighing two-hundred and eighty-four pounds, and coming from to us from Denver, Colorado. He is the reigning Flycore Champion, DRAKE LOVE!!” Drake enters the ring and stands in the centre. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war. With both men in the ring, Logan takes the Flycore Championship from Drake and hands it to a ringside attendant, then motions for the bell to star the match. [align=center]Ding! Ding! Ding![/align] At the sound of the bell, Logan moves to the nearest corner as Drake and Colbert begin to circle around the ring, carefully eyeing one another. Quickly spinning around, Drake glances down to ringside to check The General’s position, then turns his attentions back to Colbert and shouts for the referee to eject Mortimer, though Logan ignores the request. JH: “I guess Drake isn’t too keen on the idea of having Mortimer stood at ringside for this match. And I can’t say I blame him. We’re just lucky that Onikage isn’t out here as well..” CM: “Lucky? We should be blessed that Mortimer is out here as we now have a strong Reject presence. Though, I think this match is going to be good and he may ruin whatever credibility is left in the Flycore Division.” JH: “Quite a lot, I can imagine. Especially after the ladder match at Nensai Senjou this past weekend.” The two competitors edge toward one another in the middle of the ring and look to engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, only for Drake to duck down and go behind Colbert, hooking him in a reverse waistlock. Before Colbert can react, Drake hoists him in the air and dumps him face-down on the canvas with a waistlock takedown, then quickly floats over to a front chancery. However, before Drake can tighten the hold, Colbert manages to spin out of the position and grabs Drake’s left arm, then scrambles to his knees and rolls over his opponent, driving Drake’s elbow into the canvas. CL: “Unique move by Sir Tottington, slamming Drake’s arm into the canvas. It could be the beginning of a possible strategy?” JH: “Well, if Drake can’t use that arm, he wouldn’t be able to get a tight grip with the Colorado Clutch. And he’d certainly struggle with any lifts or power moves..” Drake struggles to his knees, clutching at his left elbow as Colbert gets to his feet and quickly saunters around the ring. As Drake looks to get up, Colbert comes in with a roundhouse kick aimed at the head, only for Drake to get his left forearm up and block the shot. With Colbert slightly dazed, Drake lunges forward and nails Colbert with a forearm to the chest, knocking him off of his feet. As Colbert gets to his feet, Drake hooks him in a side headlock, only for Colbert to quickly back into the ropes and use the momentum to shove Drake forward and across the ring. Drake quickly rebounds off the ropes and ducks down, then uses his arm to sweep out both of Colbert’s legs, before dropping forward for a pin attempt. [align=center]ON- KICK OUT![/align] JH: “Quick attempt at the pin by Mister Flycore!” As the two men scramble back to their feet, Colbert rushes forward and runs straight into an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. In a daze, Colbert quickly stumbles back to his feet and slumps against the ropes, allowing Drake to charge in and hit a clothesline, sending Colbert crashing down to ringside. CL: “This match has been all Drake Love so far. I don’t know whether he’s got a confidence boost from winning that ladder match or if he’s fired up from Colbert slamming his arm into the canvas, but its certainly working!” JH: “You’re right, Constance. Drake does appear to be more focused and even a little quicker, if you can believe that for a guy who weighs two eighty-five.” CM: “I ask you this, guys. Right now, who better to lead the Flycore Division than someone like Drake Love? He’s fresh, he’s exciting and he’s the Champion. You can’t ask for more than that.” JH: “Oh, I’m sure we could..” Not wanting to waste any time, Drake quickly climbs out of the ring and heads for his opponent, prompting General Mortimer to move away from his charge. Drake pulls Colbert to his feet and slams him face-first into the apron, then rolls him under the bottom rope into the ring. As Drake climbs onto the apron, The General makes his way up the ring steps and begins yelling at the Flycore Champion, drawing his attention away from the match. Ignoring the Logan’s calls to return to the ring, Drake edges along the apron toward Mortimer, only for Colbert to hook him from behind with a full nelson, before dragging Drake over the top rope and dumping him on the canvas with a Dragon suplex. CM: “What a move that was! For once, The General served his purpose and helped Colbert take control of the match! And I’m finding it incredibly difficult to pick my winner here..” JH: “Hopefully, it’ll be Drake, as much as it pains me to say that. We can’t afford the Rejects building any more momentum..” Colbert pulls Drake up from the canvas and rocks him with a forearm to the jaw, then jumps up and connects with an enzuiguri to the back of the head, sending Drake sprawling into the ropes. With Drake dazed against the ropes, Colbert kicks him in the mid-section, then grabs his left wrist and looks to whip Drake across the ring, only for the Flycore Champion to counter and send Colbert into the ropes. As Colbert rebounds, Drake drops to one knee, clutching the back of his head in pain, allowing Colbert to hook a front chancery and jump up at an angle, before spiking Drake into the canvas with a tornado DDT. Colbert scrambles to his feet and glances around the ring, then rushes to the near corner and hoists himself onto the middle turnbuckle, before diving forward and driving his knee into Drake’s chest. As Drake clutches his chest, Colbert makes a lateral press, hooking both legs for the pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THR- KICK OUT!![/align] CL: “Talk about building the offence up! Literally in the space of a minute, Colbert has done some major damage to the Flycore Champion and was half a second away from winning this match!” JH: “Definitely a nice little combination of moves. Colbert is a former Flycore Champion himself and knows how to take care of business. Or, at least he used to, before joining the Rejects and relying on Onikage and Mortimer more and more..” CM: “Choose your next words carefully. The last thing you want to do is get the attention of the wrong people, Hitchen.” Whilst Mortimer argues with the referee over the count, the shot moves to the aisle as a pair of spotlights reveal Onikage to be making his way toward the ring. CM: “See what you’ve done? He’s out here to get you, Hitchen.” JH: “Then I’m guessing Onikage has forgotten where we’re sat.” In the ring, Colbert pulls Drake to his feet and quickly performs a snapmare takeover, leaving Drake seated on the canvas. Before Drake can react, Colbert places his knee against the back of Drake’s neck and pulls back on his head, trapping the Champion in a reverse chinlock. All of a sudden, the Welsh fans begin to rally behind Drake and start clapping their hands in a show of support. Colbert looks around in a slight panic as General Mortimer calls for silence from the fans, whilst Onikage stares on from ringside. CL: “Incredibly, the fans are getting behind Drake Love! I knew the Welsh were backwards, but this is crazy..” JH: “It’s the default reaction. The fans seemingly hate Colbert more than they hate Drake, therefore they want Drake to win. Certainly, with the arrival of Onikage, I’d be inclined to be rooting for Drake myself.” CM: “Jump on the bandwagon why don’t you? Now that Drake has gold, you want to have his babies!” JH: “That is not what I said! Grow up Chip..” Seemingly feeding off the energy of the fans, Drake manages to battle against the reverse chinlock and makes it up to one foot, then buries his elbow into Colbert’s mid-section to loosen the hold. Drake lands another elbow in Colbert’s gut, then gets to his feet and spins around, before lifting Colbert over his right shoulder and drilling the back of his head into the canvas with the Dragon Driver. However, too worn out to follow up, Drake slumps sideways onto the canvas and cradles the back of his head whilst trying to regain his composure. JH: “Big move by Drake! He broke Colbert’s momentum, or at least stalled it for a brief moment. It may be enough to swing the match back in his favour though..” CL: “Not sure I’d actually want to win when the leader of The Rejects is standing at ringside..” Still clutching at his head, Drake stumbles to his feet and pulls Colbert up from the canvas, only for Colbert to break his grip and force Drake down into a standing headscissor. Quick to counter, Drake lifts Colbert overhead for a back body drop, only for Colbert to roll through with a sunset flip for a counter of his own. Rather than try for the pin, Colbert gets to his feet and attempts to turn Drake over into a Boston Crab, only for Drake to block the move and push Colbert’s head down, flipping him into a sunset cradle. [align=center]ONE TWO T- KICK OUT!![/align] CL: “Was that close or what!? Drake got that nice little cradle out of nowhere and you just know that Colbert wasn’t expecting it!” CM: “Why wasn’t he? You’d have to be crazy to underestimate an opponent. And they’re too smart to be crazy!” As both men get back to their feet, Colbert swings for a clothesline, which Drake manages to duck under, before hooking Colbert in a full nelson. In the blink of an eye, Drake throws Colbert overhead, executing a Dragon suplex and maintains the hold to create a bridge for the pin attempt. [align=center]ONE[/align] JH: “That is how you do a Dragon suplex!” [align=center]TWO THRE- NO!! [/align] JH: “Good grief, I thought that was it! Drake kept the receipt for the Dragon suplex from earlier in the match and returned the favour to Colbert Tottington!” CM: “That almost gave General Mortimer a heart attack!” CL: “Not surprising. It almost gave me a freaking concussion and I’m only watching the match. Right now, I feel sorry for Colbert’s brain. Or, at least, what is left of it..” With Onikage watching on from ringside, slowly applauding the offensive, Drake gets to his feet and pulls Colbert up from the canvas. Drake rocks Colbert with a European uppercut, then grabs his left wrist and whips him to the far corner of the ring. As Colbert staggers out of the corner in a daze, Drake hoists him up onto his shoulders, only for Colbert to rake at his eyes and drop down behind. In the confusion, Colbert spins Drake around and drives him down to the canvas with a quick STO. With Drake drown, Colbert spins his hands above his head, then steps out to the apron and begins to scale the turnbuckles. CM: “Chocks Away, boys!” CL: “Colbert certainly seems to be regaining control of this match. He planted Drake with the Tally Hoe, and now he’s headed up top..” Perching himself on the top turnbuckle, Colbert motions for the support of the fans, then jumps forward and performs a double somersault, landing back-first hard on the canvas, barely missing his target as Drake rolls out of the way. JH: “He missed! Colbert missed that six-thirty senton bomb and that surely is the last thing he would want to do in a match like this!” CM: “It’s the last thing you’d want to do in any match, I’m pretty sure..” As Colbert lay in a dazed state on the canvas, Drake scrambles into a mount position on his waist and sits Colbert up, then traps him in a front facelock and applies a bodyscissor at the same time. Trapped in the Colorado Clutch, Colbert flails his free arm around in a bid to escape the submission, but quickly relinquishes and taps out to the hold. Logan motions for the bell to end the match and Drake instantly releases the hold. MA: “Your winner, by submission, the Flycore Champion; DRAKE LOVE!!” Drake stumbles to his feet and collects his belt from Logan, then allows the referee to raise his arm in victory. As Drake raises the belt above his head for the Cardiff fans to see, Onikage and General Mortimer slowly make their way up the steps and along the apron. JH: “Drake Love wins the match, but this may not end the way he wants it to. Mortimer and Onikage are on the ring apron and look to be getting in the ring..” CM: “Constance said it earlier. You don’t really want to win against the Rejects, as you just don’t know what is going to happen next. And certainly, this doesn’t look good for Drake..” CL: “It’s what they call a Catch Twenty-two Situation. Lose the match, lose your dignity. Win the match, lose your health. I know which I’d prefer..” With Onikage and Mortimer standing behind him, Colbert slowly gets to his feet and awkwardly extends his hand toward the Flycore Champion. A chorus of jeers fill the arena as Drake looks around, hoping to find inspiration from something in the building. CM: “A handshake? This is the best revenge they could come up with?” Much to the fans chagrin, Drake flashes a wicked grin and takes Colbert’s hand, then embraces his opponent. As the two men release, Colbert raises Drake’s hand in victory and pats him on the shoulder. Again, the two men embrace in the middle of the ring and are quickly joined by Onikage, whilst The General stands back and watches the proceedings. JH: “I.. I’m confused.. what exactly is going on?” CL: “I think.. Drake has joined The Rejects? I thought that was a handshake out of respect; not one to sell his soul.” CM: “They tend to look the same, I must say. 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| Kryten Shards | Feb 11 2008, 05:45 AM Post #6 |
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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. MA: The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from— All of a sudden, Michael Anderson sees Daisuke Tanaka crouching in the corner where Blondie is, Michael absolutely confused as he swore Dai wasn’t there a second ago---whatever… MA: Erm…At a total combined weight of 425 pounds, Daisuke Tanaka and Mr. Blond, the TANAKA ZAAAAIIIBATSU! CL: I’m getting really tired of wondering where Daisuke’s coming from these days. CM: I wouldn’t be surprised if he was hiding in the fucking ringpost! CL: He IS a ninja, after all. Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a bango drums pound over the speakers. [align=center]The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The Evil Genius The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers The champ is here Kiss what ma niggas The champ is here[/align] ”The Champ is Here” starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “Got some bling baby!” Then proceeds to undo his robe to reveal the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship is resting around his waist. MA: And their opponents: introducing first from Detroit, Michigan, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds and is the FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION… EXTREME NINJA, NNUUMMMMBBEEERRRR TTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!! [align=center]Fuckin wit the champion You already know J-A-D-A Kiss the game goodbye You fuckin wit the champion You already know Niggas know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just wanna rock for a century And then chase the book wit the documentary If you cant do nothing other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, lets go Don't make me put your heart on your lap Fuck ridin’ a beat nigga, I parallel park on a track Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue And I don't know you But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason After I cash in there's really no justification Of how I'm gone change tha game So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame Mother fucka, aha The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here[/align] As Extreme Ninja #2 makes his way to the ring, we cut backstage to watch this entrance on a backstage monitor. Why? Because this particular monitor just so happens to be right in the pathway of one Jaime Lee. The former Hellcat Division Champion nearly breezes right past the monitor but for some inexplicable reason is stopped directly in front of it. Her brown eyes gaze into the screen, watching her best friend forever(?) making his way towards the ring, wearing his Fighting Spirit Championship proudly as any champion would. You know, if someone happened to still be a champion. I think the inexplicable just became explicable. Jaime’s upbeat demeanor after picking up a huge victory over a former Dual Crown contender earlier tonight, seems to be knocked right out of her sails as she watches Ninja scale the turnbuckle with his gold still around his waist. Not to mention, the fans in the front row that adore their Fighting Spirit Champion and show it by dressing up like him and holding up signs to praise him. The former champion expels a heavy sigh from her lungs and slowly drags herself away from the monitor as we cut back to the arena where Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully. He casually pulls off his robe to get ready for the match ahead, also managing to unhook the FSC from around his waist and holds it up briefly to a few more cheers before waiting for the referee to come take it. [align=center]You Run Your Mouth, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Play Crazy, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Too Hyphy, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Act A Fool, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Wanna Shoot, Imma Kick Yo' Ass Think You Cute, Imma Kick Yo' Ass You Got Drink, Then Poor Me A Glass I Get Drunk, And Imma Kick Some Ass[/align] MA: And his partner from KAAAANSAS CITY, MISSOURI, weighing 248 pounds, he is the FIW Undisputed INTERNNNATIONAL CHAMPION, GRAAAANT RIIIIIIICE! As "Kick Yo' Ass" pounds through the arena speakers and red stage lights pulsing to the music, Grant Rice bursts onto the stage, hand in the air proudly presenting the Revolution's hand sign to a roar from the crowd as they jump to their feet on sight of the Kansas City native. He lowers his arm as he quickly pops his neck on his way down the aisle. He reaches the ring, hoping onto the apron before entering between the ropes. Once in the ring, Grant heads to the corner where he hops up once again proudly displaying The Revolution hand sign with one hand as he points to the logo on his jersey with the other, flashbulbs washing over him. He quickly slides his jersey off and chucks it into the crowd, watching the females in the crowd fight over it before hoping down, ready to go. JH: Here we go with what promises to be a hard hitting encounter—oh, geeze. CL: What is he doing out here? CM: I hope he finishes the job on Grant Rice! The ‘oh geeze’ has signaled our attention to the presence of the Immortal Eternal Red, Tier, who has strolled out onstage with a steel chair. Instead of attacking the ‘Revolution’ with it as Grant seems to think right before the Tanaka Zaibatsu jump him, he opens the chair, standing it atop the stage, and plants his be-skirted ass on it, watching the match with an air of curiosity. Meanwhile the Zaibatsu commence with the mugging on Grant Rice, Daisuke hitting a low dropkick to the ankle before Blondie connects with a Knuckle Arrow, sending Grant down and allowing the men to stomp the heck out of the International Champion, stretching the count as far as they can before Dai finally has to get out of the ring, leaving Blond alone with the fallen and dazed Revolutionary. Blond shoots Grant into the ropes now and drills him with a knee lift followed by a low vertical suplex, but right when he gets up he gets a pair of boots in his own face off the turnbuckle, thanks to FIW’s O.G. Ninja! A double stomp to his chest follows, along with rapid stomping to the same area until the ref forces him outside! CM: Hey, REF! Stop that, he’s cheating! JH: Daisuke was in the ring illegally, Ninja’s just returning the favor! Now Grant takes over on the advantage given to him by Ninja by picking up Blond and lifting him shinbreaker style, taking a couple steps before DRIVING his leg down hard on Grant’s knee! Grant keeps ahold of the knee now, taking Blond down with a dragon screw leg whip! As Tier nods his apparently begrudging approval, the fans are liking the Revolutionary’s attack scheme as now Grant picks Mr. Blond up to continue the assault, but Blond stalls his attack with a rake to the eyes! Blondie sees his opening now and quickly tags in Daisuke, who springs over the top rope, launches himself running off the opposite side ropes and connects with a Kenka Kick just as Grant turns around, having shaken off the effects of the eye rake! Daisuke drops down for the cover.. 1.. 2.. Shoulder up by Grant! CM: Tier doesn’t look terribly impressed! JH: I doubt Grant Rice cares! Dai keeps the attack going by lifting Grant up to his feet, but quickly darting behind him and taking him backward with a backdrop suplex! The crowd is booing now as Daisuke keeps up the advantage by pulling Grant to his corner and allowing Mr. Blond to choke Grant with his boot before Dai tags Blond back in, the ref being accosted by Ninja arguing about the cheating, the fans voicing their opinion about the lawlessness as well! Blond takes this opportunity now to shove Grant into a neutral corner, ramming his shoulder into Grant’s gut, after a couple strikes Blond sends Grant into the other side turnbuckle, but Grant uses the momentum to bounce off and flip Mr. Blond with a three point stance tackle! The crowd’s booing immediately turns to cheers as the International Champion now rolls through and tags in Extreme Ninja #2, the Fighting Spirit Champion leaping up to the top rope as soon as he gets the tag, flying off and connecting with a missile dropkick to Daisuke Tanaka, having gone over the fallen form of Mr. Blond! JH: Ninja’s in and it is breaking down here! Blondie pulls himself to his feet just as Ninja starts peppering him with forearms, backing into the ropes and charging at the staggering Blondie so he can swing him into the ground with a headscissors takedown! Ninja gets up, calling for the raucous cheers of the crowd which he indeed gets, but Dai’s back up and nails Ninja with a solebutt kick, staggering Ninja through the ropes! Grant had enough time to tag Ninja on the shoulder right as the former referee spilled through the ropes to the floor, Grant rushing up behind Mr. Blond who was set to follow his boss outside to help with the beating, hooking up a katahajime choke before SENDING BLOND BACKWARDS, DROPPING HIM ON HIS HEAD, QUIFF AND ALL! CM: OH man! CL: What a suplex, and Tier seems to like it too! Grant doesn’t waste a lick of time now as Daisuke misses a roundhouse kick allowing Ninja to smash Daisuke’s head on the steel stairs, Grant races around to Blond’s feet, picking up his leg and SMASHING it hard against the mat before wrapping him up in the Straight Mizery anklelock! Blond flails like a dead fish in the hold, trying to reach the ropes, nearly getting there with the aid of his recovered boss, but Grant will have none of that and gamely hangs onto the ankle, PULLING Blondie to the center of the ring before applying the grapevine! Blond screams even louder in the hold, still trying to find a way out, but the pain on his ankle is just too much, forcing him to submit! *ding ding ding!* MA: Your winners, Extreme Ninja #2 and Grant Rice, THE REVOOOOLUTION! JH: That’s got to stick it to Tier! After the war that he and Grant Rice were in at Nensai Senjou, Tier’s former soldiers made quick work of the Zaibatsu—look out! The ‘look out’ means Daisuke has jumped the celebrating O.G. Ninja from behind, the two men brawling in the ring now as Grant relinquishes the Straight Mizery, heading through the ropes and making a beeline for the God of Violence who has stood up and kicked his chair away! GRANT MEETS TIER AT THE TOP OF THE STAGE, THE TWO MEN TRADING BLOWS AS THE FANS ERUPT! CL: Ding-ding! Round 2! Headfirst goes Tier into the entrance fence! He fires back though with a back elbow and then drives Grant Rice backward into the fence with a modified Russian Legsweep! Tier then takes Grant Rice over to the side of the stage, screaming at him the whole time, he points out to the booing fans and then locks in a front facelock, apparently looking to give Grant the Weigenlied on the stage, but Grant maneuvers out of it and clotheslines Tier down! Grant now does the cutthroat motion as he yanks Tier up, applying a double underhook! JH: C4! C4! He’s gonna’ break Tier’s neck! Grant tries now to hoist Tier up for the C4 but Tier breaks the double underhook and hits a low blow from the kneeling position! Tier then grabs Grant and HURLS HIM OFF THE STAGE THROUGH AN EQUIPMENT TABLE BELOW! Equipment and wood shatter all around the champ as Tier stands tall, spreading his arms to welcome the hatred now being heaped down onto him! JH: HOLY HELL! GRANT RICE IS DEAD! TIER FUCKING KILLED HIM! CL: No way! No fuckin’ WAY! EMTs pour out of the stage now to check on Grant, not even bothering Tier who is screaming something down to Grant which we can’t quite hear and probably don’t want to hear at the same time! JH: Somebody better fucking help him! Tier just threw him through our stage equipment! Who knows what kind of electrical things might be down there! |
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| Kryten Shards | Feb 11 2008, 06:28 AM Post #7 |
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CL: Time for the a blood fest, I hope both fuck each other up, Nightmare the poor bastard. JH: I think… CM: Whoa! Stop there, you don’t do that, it’s dangerous, just smile and look stupid, it’s easier for you. JH: Nightmare has a bold chance, he has more determination in him, more fire. CL: That Kiyoshi will kick right out of him, yeah your right. All goes black for a moment, blacklights cutting in sharply as the dark purple strobes, as if they were almost constant camera flashes, start up down the walkway, the opening notes of “Before I Forget” rocking our faces and bringing some of the crowd to their feet cheering, about ready to see their Dark Knight. [align=center] The music continues to pummel until the first line spewed from Number 8 fades in, giving way to smoke filling the stage, as a light in the shape of the Neverwinter Eye appears in the mist. Nightmare makes his way through the curtain, hood covering his face, and stands there with his eyes firmly locked on the ring, letting the strobes illuminate him and give him a very unnerving, fucking scary look. He starts on his paced walk to the ring, as soon as he reaches within range of the fans he starts tagging their hands, camera flashes washing over him. No matter how loud the fans are, no matter how many pictures are taken of him, though, his focus NEVER breaks from the ring. Once Nightmare arrives ringside he jumps up onto the apron in one fluid motion and climbs the turnbuckle, looking out into the crowd from underneath his hood. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a NON title match, first hailing from Portland, Oregon and weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds! NNNNIIIIGGGHHHTTTMMMMAAARRRREEEEEEEE!!!!! [align=center] Nightmare jumps over the ropes, turning as he lands so that he's facing away from his opponent, looking out into the crowd. He throws his hood back, then climbs back up on the ropes, throwing his arms out in a Triple H pose, ROARING proudly to the fans as more purple strobes blaze all over him. [align=center] Finally, Nightmare steps down, turns and faces his opponent, a stoic look of focus and determination on his face as he unbuckles his jacket, removing that and dropping it to the floor. He stretches on the ropes now, waiting impatiently for the bell to ring. JH: See a rejuvenated Nightmare. CM: He always does that, he’s generic, I’ve seen ass do more then him. CL: That’s because your eyes are staring at it as it jiggles, I knew you liked it that way. 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] MA: And his opponent, accompanied by the Morning Star, Onikage... Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty pounds; from Komachi City, Aichi; He is Your Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion... The Sin of Lust... NAKAHATA KI-YOOOOOOSSSSHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! The introduction is snuck in a heartbeat before 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 hope Kiyoshi drops Nightmare on his head, then he might realize he ain’t batman, he’s well… a dumbass. JH: Nightmare doesn’t think he’s batman, he’s just a crusader for justice. CL: Wow, you really are as slow as your mom was last night, damn. As The Truth takes Kiyoshi’s belt, Nightmare stares towards him, as focused as ever, but his knee seemingly bandaged as his injured knee looks more bulkier then the other, either way The Truth checks both men aren’t hiding any weapons before calling for the bell, it sounds and the match begins. Nightmare and Kiyoshi begin circling the ring, watching each other as if there about to strike but as both come together to clash into a elbow and collar tie-up, Nightmare takes advantage, knowing he needs this win to deliver a knee to Kiyoshi’s gut, making him double over slightly. CL: Almost heel like there, idiot. JH: I thought that’d make you happy? CL: Nightmare plus Heel equals, cluster fuck of stupidity. Nightmare then grabs and scoops up Kiyoshi before plowing him into the canvas with a scoop power slam, Nightmare then moves in for a arm lock, keeping it locked in, proving he has what it takes to go one on one with the FIW’s best. Of course, with his little peak of ego, comes a demolition, Kiyoshi counters the arm lock, into a snap arm wrench, causing Nightmare to crash, shoulder first into the canvas as Kiyoshi, quickly stands and stomps on the arm that he just plowed into the canvas. JH: Vicious maneuver by Kiyoshi. CL: No, done beautifully though. Kiyoshi doesn’t stop though, moving to the side of Nightmare as he climbs to his feet, but as he kneels Kiyoshi delivers a sharp kick to his chest, making Nightmare clutch his chest in pain, as he does the yeti follows with a deep and stinging dropkick right into the right knee of Nightmare, making Nightmare hold his knee and roll backwards as he seems in a incredible amount of discomfort. CL: Cripple him! JH: That’s not necessary. CL: Fuck yeah it is, do it again! JH: Animals, your all animals. Kiyoshi moves backwards, taking a breather as he watches Nightmare, shake his knee form the pain, climbing to his feet and turning, but Kiyoshi ain’t letting him gain no advantage so he charges at him and with a forearm shot even KENTA Kobashi would turn away at, Nightmare reels back into the corner. Kiyoshi doesn’t stop though, relentless in his attack he grabs Nightmare’s injured knee, wrapping it in the rope before hitting a modified dragon screw, making Nightmare look even more in pain. JH: Oh Jesus, ow. CL: That’s gonna suck, oh well, do it again! CM: I say finish him off, it’s more entertaining watching Nightmare lose. As Kiyoshi backs up, watching Nightmare clutch his bad knee, so early in the match being demobilized must be getting too Nightmare, but he fights on, running, well hobbling out of the corner, only to be met by a deep and sharp knife edge chop, making him hold his chest, before Kiyoshi grabs the injured leg again and takes ‘Mare over with a Dragon Screw. Kiyoshi then hooks in a modified single leg crab, kneeling over the injured knee before wrapping Nightmare’s knee over his as he wrenches back, making Nightmare reach for the ropes as The Truth checks on him. JH: Nightmare, just seems so out already. CL: That knee’s gonna get torn off if he doesn’t squeal soon. Nightmare keeps fighting the pain, reaching desperately for the ropes and actually getting them as he stops, turns to Kiyoshi who looks kinda amused, but still ready to mess Nightmare up. Kiyoshi backs off, Onikage for the first time in the match seems very satisfied with Kiyoshi’s systematical demolishment of Nightmare. Nightmare using the ropes climbs to his feet, still ready to fight, showing his bravery and will power as he moves towards Kiyoshi who just shakes his head. CL: Just stay down, I mean damn, he’ll mess him more if he don’t. JH: That’s not Nightmare, he’ll fight til the end. CM: That’s why he’s a idiot. Kiyoshi looks set to go for the knee again, but Nightmare throws a strong forearm into Kiyoshi’s cheek, making him reel a step back, coming forward to deliver his own forearm shot back into Nightmare, of course Nightmare fires one straight back which gives Kiyoshi momentum as he reels into the ropes, comes CHARGING back and SPEARS! Nightmare off his feet, then goes for a cover… [align=center]ONE! TWO! TH… SHOULDER UP![/align] Kiyoshi expects a kick out almost as he kneels, looking to Onikage, who shoots him a look, menaing you know what to do, so Kiyoshi stands. JH: Nightmare valiantly fighting back, I have faith. CL: I have a itch in my pants, doesn’t mean I wanna believe in it. CM: Get Jonathon’s hand out of there then. He grabs Nightmare by the injured leg, looking to go for another submission, but Nightmare kicks him off, ignoring the pain he then stands quickly, before waiting Kiyoshi to turn, he does and Nightmare quickly grabs him in a fireman’s carry, before launching him in the air then SMASHING! Right in the jaw with a European uppercut, his knee unfortunately gives way as he does making both men drop to the canvas. CL: Predictable fight back. JH: Scream for me connecting beautifully! But his knee went, that’s so… CM: Pussy like? Yes I agree. As both men are on there back, recovering, from the back wanders Jesse Jaymes, Onikage notices but pays no real attention as she slowly walks to the ring, the action though goes back to the ring, watching Nightmare and Kiyoshi climb to there feet, as Nightmare lands a right haymaker to Kiyoshi, then a forearm, then a knee to the gut, Nightmare begins to gain some momentum as Jesse Jaymes watches on, moving though to the time keepers table. JH: Come on Mare! CL: That’s all good and blah, but what’s she doing out here? JH: Prime’s manager? No clue. CM: That sexy piece of… JH: Ass-ault! Keep it going Nightmare! Nightmare is really going now, landing another boot, sending Kiyoshi into the ropes now as he comes back to get back body tossed right into the air, leaving Nightmare to stand there and await him to stand, roaring for him to get up, Kiyoshi in fact does turns and gets heaved up into a fireman’s carry then Nightmare spins and DRIVES him down with a F-5! JH: BEAUTIFUL OBLIVION! …Nightmare stands, seeing the fallen Kiyoshi body, but what he doesn’t see is Jesse Jaymes is on the apron, a steel chair in hand and as he backs up out of tiredness he gets WAFFLED! Right in the back of the head, making him drop forward as The Truth sees the chair shot and rings the bell to Onikage’s disbelief! JH: What the? CL: Ha! Nightmare got knocked out by a women. JH: In the back of the head, do you blame him? CM: Yes very much so. …Jesse drops the chair and makes her way backstage as she smirks at Onikage, who looks to The Truth as he checks on Nightmare, Kiyoshi rolling towards him… MA: Your Winner! VIA Disqualification! NNIIIIGHHHTTTMMAAARRRREEEEEEEE!!!!! …Onikage looking somewhat muffled holds the title and escorts Kiyoshi backstage, as Truth moves to Nightmare who sits up, blood trickling from his nose as he looks for answers, not getting them but having his arm raised, it looks like questions are all unraveled, but no answers? None yet. CL: Fucking robbery. JH: Such a classic ruined by a women. CM: Oh well, next? |
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| Kryten Shards | Feb 11 2008, 06:50 AM Post #8 |
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MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEEEEEEN, The next match is a DUAL CROWN CONTENDERSHIP MATCH, to be fought under four man gauntlet rules! CM: What the fuck are gauntlet rules? JH: It's essentially a winner stays on mini tournament. Two men will face off in the ring, then after one fall, the loser will be replaced by another, until there's only one guy left. CM: That sounds shit. CL: Fuck you, Martin. CM: So, who's in the ring first? JH: If you'll listen for a second, you'll find out. [align=center]La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right! La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right! The lights dim throughout the arena as Kanye repeats the lines accapella. He receives a mixed reaction throughout the arena as Shaun's music blasts. Shaun slowly steps out the curtains and stops right above the stairs. I Had A Dream I Can Buy My Way To Heaven, When I Woke I Spent That On A Necklace. I Told God I'll Be Back In A Second, Man It's So Hard Not To Act Reckless![/align] MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, your first competitor this evening, The African American Whoopass Machine, Shaaaaaaaaaaaaun Wilsoooooooon!!! [align=center] Shaun stares cockily at the crowd into the arena. He crosses both of his arms as white pyro rains down from the Revoltrons behind him. Once the pyro stops raining Shaun slowly takes off his hood and smirks as he jogs down the stairs. He nods his head to the song as he walks slowly down the aisleway. Clips of Shaun in action plays on the ReVoltrons. I Feel The Pressure, Under More Scrutiny And What I Do? Act More Stupidly! Shaun nears the ring and takes off his hoodie and slings it into the nearby audience. Shaun continues to lip synch the words as he takes a couple of steps and hops up on the ring apron. Shaun turns and raises both arms in the air leaning on the top ropes. After taunting the crowd more he walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. So If The Devil Wear Prada, Adam & Eve Wears Nada I'm In Between, But Way More Fresher. With Way Less Effort, Cuz When You Try Hard.......That's When You Die Hard! Your Homies Looking Like Why God, When They Reminisce Over You My God! The beat breaks down as the woman continues her chant as Shaun is perched above the top rope. He taps his chest and raises his arms still talking trash to him. Shaun finally climbs down and adjusts his wrestling gear. Excuse Iz You Saying Something? Un Uh You Can't Tell Me Nothing! (Ha Ha) You Can't Tell Me Nothing! La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right! La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right! Shaun bounces around the ring and gets ready for his opponents. [/align] JH: So, Wilson's the first man in this evening, who's his opponent gonna be? CM: I hope for his sake it's not... [align=center]The opening keyboards of "Perfect Strangers" slice through the PA like a knife, immediately grabbing the FIW 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.[/align] CM: Oh, shit. O'Brien charges straight at the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, jumping to his feet and launching himself at Wilson in the blink of an eye. His theme music fades out quickly, and as the first monster of FIW pounds rights and lefts into Wilson's face, the bell rings, more out of habit than neccessity. [align=center]DING! DING! DING!! [/align] O'Brien still has Wilson pinned to the mat, and is still raining blows all over his opponent's face. Affording Wilson a moment of respite, Jim stands, throwing his sleeveless shirt off and dragging the dazed ex-Flycore Champ to his feet, before placing him in a standing headlock and lifting Wilson into hanging suplex. JH: Wilson's at O'Brien's mercy here! what's the big man gonna do? With that, Wilson's head gets driven into the canvas with a sickening crunch, Jim delivering a textbook brainbuster. Shaun quickly finds himself being pulled back onto his feet again, then shoved into the corner turnbuckle, where his vision is quickly full of O'Brien's fists again, and it doesn't take long for his right eyebrow to split, lazily dribbling blood down his face. CL: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have blood! There's blood in the ring! CM: Jim's been doing a real number on Shaun so far, the guy's not even had a chance! JH: Well, what do you expect after what Wilson and his cronies have done to the O'Briens in the last few weeks? Wilson, still reeling from the punches, slumps against the bottom Turnbuckle, leaving him open to a number of vicious flat footed stomps from O'Brien, opening his wound even wider. As O'Brien turns, hamming it up for a wild Cardiff crowd, Shaun finds himself on his feet by hi own volition, and grinning cockily, charges towards Jim... ...Who spins round just quick enough to nearly launch Wilson out of the ring with a terrifying overhead belly-to-belly. Sensing a first fall, Jim makes the pin... [align=center]ONE! TWO!! SHAUN GOT A SHOULDER UP![/align] CL: Shub-Niggurath! How did Wilson pull that one off? CM: Because he's championship material, not like that thug O'Brien. A slight tic of anger pricks at the edges of O'Brien's mouth, and he decides that if he can't pin Wilson, he'll break him in half instead. JH: Oh God, The Grizzly Lock! CL: Wilson is fucked. Sure enough, after a couple of valiant attempts to escape from Jim's grip, Shaun taps, and after just a second or two longer, Jim lets go. As Wilson is rolled from the ring by security, O'Brien turns to face the entrance ramp, eager to see who's next. [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] JH: It's Elrick! …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 turns, seeing O'Brien, eager to get started. Elrick skips through the middle and top rope, and the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Suddenly, El explodes out of the tie up with a snap suplex, with Jim hitting the mat heavily, wondering what the hell went on. CM: Jim wasn't expecting that! Elrick's got one hell of a killer instinct after last week! JH: That's not funny, Chip. Undeterred, Jim is quickly back to his feet and trading monster chops with Elrick, the crowd 'Wooo'ing like it was Flair in the ring. suddenly, Jim mixes up with a hard boot to the stomach, leaving the career killer winded. JH: A hard shot, straight to the breadbasket from O'Brien there! CL: Woah, calm down there, Gorilla. Elrick is soon back into fighting condition again, and throws a stiff clothesline in Jim's direction, which he is only just able to duck, only to be met with a thundering donkey kick to the chest from Elrick, knocking the big man to the mat again. Elrick goes for an elbow drop and gets nothing but canvas, and Jim slaps on a hammerlock. Elrick connects with some pinpoint elbows, splitting the two men up before El hits a neckbreaker quite literally from nowhere, but Jim is once again straight back up, and fisherman suplexes Elrick into a pin. [align=center]ONE! KICKOUT!![/align] Indeed, Elrick has forced his way out of the pin, and as the two men return to standing they trade heavy shots, until O'Brien manages to use his size advantage to force Elrick against the turnbuckle. A couple of hard rights, and Jim goes for a running axe-handle, but ends up with a mouth full of turnbuckle, and then is reintroduced to it a further ten times by Elrick, who really isn't expecting the uppercut that Jim connects with, and as a result damn near loses a tooth or two. O'Brien follows this up with a quick scoop slam, and then stomps heavily at El's chest. He then drops the knee a few times, before signalling to the crowd that Elrick is out of this one with a very quick cut-throat gesture. JH: I get the feeling we might see something big here! With that, Jim stands El up, delivering a few quick gut shots to his opponents kidneys, before hoisting him up into the setup for the Burning Hammer. However, as Elrick goes up, he manages to float over back onto his feet, and dropping Jim with a standing DDT. A knee drop later and El is dragging Jim back to his feet, pushing the tiring monster into the turnbuckles. El paces to the opposite turnbuckle, and charges at Jim, big splashing him into the corner. Only problem is, that's not quite what happened. While Elrick did connect with the splash, Jim caught him, and has now managed to rotate him one hundred and eighty degrees. CL: We've seen O'Brien use the tombstone to finish matches before now, are we going to see it today? As if answering Loire's question, The Divine Outlaw drives Elrick's head into the mat, then rolls over and hooks the leg. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] JH: Elrick's gone! It's gonna be Ethan and Jim fighting it out for the contendership! Jim helps Elrick to his feet, and the two share a handshake before Jim holds the ropes open for El, leaving him alone in the ring again, waiting for Ethan. What he doesn't know is that Ethan's come in through the audience area, vaulted the barrier, and has just climbed the turnbuckle behind the big man. Reacting to the crowd's screams, Jim looks behind him, only to have Adams moonsault into him, taking him down to the mat, Where Ethan holds it for a pin. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! TH-NO!![/align] Jim managed to throw Ethan off just in time, and as Adams kips up to his feet, O'brien has to use the ropes to help him back to his feet. CL: Looks like O'Brien's tiring now. He's been in there a while now, and guys his size aren't built for tests of stamina. Loire is right. Jim is beginning to look tired, and as a result he can't keep his eye on the quicker, smaller Adams, and the lariat he hits is more out of luck than tactics, and it doesn't floor Ethan, simply stun him. However, that's all Jim needs to capitalise. He drops Adams on the back of his head with a mighty powerbomb, but as he raises the high spot sensation up for a second, Adams hurricanranas him to the floor. The two men meet in the middle of the ring again, and O'Brien offers Adams a test of strength. After appealing to the crowd for an answer, the two men grip hands, and the test begins. Jim uses his size and weight advantage to slowly push Adams down, but He isn't ready for Adams raising a knee straight to his face, then rebounding off the ropes, looking for a DDT. Jim is prepared for this though, and launches Adams with an overhead belly to belly. Unfortunately for the big man, however, Ethan lands on his feet, and German suplexes the bigger man over into a pin. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! TH-THR-THREE?[/align] JH: O'Brien kicked out! he got it before the three, surely? All attention turns to Mark Jackson, who stands slowly, then looks round the silent, expectant arena, before signalling for the bell. [align=center]DING!! DING!! DING!![/align] JH: Adams has won it! CM: That's two DC title shots he's got now! CL: You're not wrong. Never has a man been in such a dominant position for taking the dual crown! Deflated, Jim sits up, and offers a hand to Ethan. Laughing cockily, Adams extends a hand when... [align=center]Work it, Make It, Do It, Makes Us, HARDER BETTER FASTER STRONGER![/align] JH: That's Mortell's theme!! Hearing the music, Ethan bolts, straight back out the way he came, through the crowd. However, Mortell never actually appears, and his theme music slowly fades out, leaving Jim on his own in the ring, somewhat bemused. 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| Kryten Shards | Feb 11 2008, 06:51 AM Post #9 |
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JH: The road towards Anarchy in the U.K. has already been made chaotic tonight! CL: Jaime Lee manages to get through the first hurdle of the Trial Series, Majesty is taken out by the very scum bag that has joined the enemy, the Rejects. CM: Don’t forget Lara picking up a big victory and Tier almost killing Grant! Oh! Oh! And, the lamest moment of the night…Nightmare…beating…Kiyoshi! JH: Lamest? That was a great moment for the veteran, even if Jesse Jaymes ruined what could’ve been a more definitive victory. CL: Right, whatever, also Ethan Adams has a second title shot under his belt too. CM: Kiyoshi might not even make it into his match with Prime as champion! JH: Speaking of the man that the Ichiban Reject will face at Anarchy in U.K., he’s in action next in another type of championship match! CL: Yup, the Brits are getting their crack at the current champions. CM: Talk about lambs to the slaughter. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your scheduled main event for this edition of Sundat Night ReVolt! It has been granted a one hour time limit and it is one fall to a finish with the official for this bout being the senior referee, Tony Clarke! And, it is for…the… Full Intensity Wrestling Tag Team Championships of the World~!!! [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] CL: This fucker just won’t die, no matter how many times he gets squashed. CM: Yeah, I hope Prime stops being such a pussy for once and stomps this punk into oblivion. MA: Introducing the first half of the challengers, he hails from Hull, England and weighs at two hundred and thirty two pounds…HE! IS! JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY BAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN~!!! JH: Poppy cock! Jay Bain is a talented young rookie who just hasn’t been able to capture that perfect moment and secure a championship. 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, signaling 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. CM: Speaking of choke artists…How many title shots is this guy gonna get? JH: Clearly Nick Allen must be doing some thing right if he’s managed to earn so many chances at championship gold and silver! Much like Jay, luck hasn’t been on the man’s side. MA: And introducing the other half of the challengers, he hails from Millwall, England and weighs at two hundred and eighty pounds…HE! IS! NNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLENNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!! CL: Plus, unlike Jay this fucker’s not annoying. The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… [align=center]YEAAAA![/align] Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung... [align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align] Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. JH: Here is a man that has had a long and dangerous road that he’s tread so far in his Full Intensity Wrestling career. From a man with a chip on his shoulder to a potential hero to a egomaniacal monster to a man on the edge and now…A competitor that is a champion and has a chance at Anarchy in the U.K. for all of it to be made worth it. CL: Don’t forget so pussy whipped he’s pathetic and a sniveling blob half the time. MA: Introducing the first half of the champion team, he hails from San Diego, California and weighs in tonight at three hundred and ten pounds…He is your reigning Full Intensity Wrestling co-Tag Team Champion of the World…HE! IS! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!! CM: Ha! High five, Conse! A low feedback buzzes through the speakers before 'Up Here' crashes into the system, bringing the crowd to their feet as Kennedy steps through the curtain. She moves to the end of the stage, rebounding slightly and raising both arms into the air, gazing out at the fans in attendance. She makes her way towards the ring, stopping halfway to acknowledge the crowd‘s reaction for her. MA: Making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California…She is your reigning Full Intensity Wrestling co-Tag Team Champion of the World…SHE! IS! KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY~!!! Reaching the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope and immediately bounds to her feet. She rushes to the furthest turnbuckle, scaling it and raising her arms into the air to thousands of flashing bulbs. She drops back down to the mat, spinning around and rushing across the ring, up the opposite turnbuckle to another round of camera flashes. She eventually drops back down to the mat, turning to awaiting the start of the match. Tony Clarke makes his way over to the challengers’ corner and pats the two men down, making sure they are free of any illegal objects. His eyes widen when he feels some thing and pulls out of Nick’s boot a pair of brass knuckles, questions him on it and gets an innocent smile & shrug. Hesitantly he turns his sights to the champions’ corner and repeats the process and when he’s finished he takes the championship belts away from their holders. FIW’s senior referee makes his place in the center of the ring and holds up the belts, turning around and around to show the entire arena the belts in his hands. After that task is done he heads to the ropes & hands the belts over to Anderson and calls for the bell. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] At the sound of the bell the two teams decide their legal competitors, and Kennedy & Nick Allen step out onto the aprons in their respected corners. The United Kingdom fans all collectively cringe when they realize that their fellow nation member is taking on a man of a monster much larger than him. To his credit, the challenger charges his monstrous opponent and leaps up in mid-run, and clobbers him with a flying forearm strike right on the chin! A blow that sends Bain stumbling backwards when he lands on his feet and looks up to see…Prime standing there and staring at him blankly, not effected at all! CL: Good job there Jay, made your country real proud with that one. CM: Hutch-lite is about to die. JH: Uh…well…bloody hell, run Jay! Perhaps out of bravery or stupidity Bain stays put and grits his teeth, running right in and swinging wildly at his opponent with as much power he can put into his blows! Except none of them land because the Evolution of Excellence is holding him at arm’s reach with his palm firmly planted against his forehead! Nick and several fans lower their heads and shake them in embarrassment, and Prime casually yawns as he holds the rookie in place. Tired of this, the behemoth cocks his arm and shoves the challenger back by the forehead, and sends him tumbling backwards in a heap towards his corner! CM: This kid’s out of his league… JH: I hate to say it but you’re right, it would seem that way. CL: Just kill the kid, Prime. Unfortunately for the big man another relatively big man enters the ring in the form of Nick Allen who scoops up his partner into his arms! He bolts right at the giant and spins in mid-run, and at the end of that spin cycle he launches his partner out of his arms and right into a spear tackle that takes Prime off of his feet! Bain shakes his head and staggers up to his feet, dizzy from the spinning and leaving him wide open for Allen to hoist him up into the air again and powerbomb him into a senton onto the champion! Seeing things turning ugly, the other half of this set of champions springs up onto the top rope and launches herself off of them in a cross body that takes both challengers down! JH: Scramble rules coming into play! CL: Whoever doesn’t end up exiting the ring will now be the legal halves of their teams! CM: I hope Jay and Prime stay then, because I want to see Jay get murdered! Slapping Jay on the head, the Millwall Brawler gets up to a knee and tries to help his little buddy up to his feet to have their team recover from the assault. Kennedy rushes in to knock the two Brits back down and when she leaps up into the air the duo duck, sending her over the top rope! Not out of the woods yet, the two realize the behemoth is nearly already back up to his feet and get into classic rugby stances, and then rush at full speeds at him! The two collide shoulder first with the larger man who roars and flings the two back, sending both of them rolling up into balls this time around to amazement! CL: Shit! The monster is starting to come back into Prime! CM: Good, I was growing tired of the pussy whipped dork. JH: Bain and Allen dumped Kennedy to the outside and still have a gigantic mountain to climb! Both up to their feet at the same time, the two Brits share a weary grin at each other and a nod, running right at the goliath who snarls and wipes his chest in preparation. At the last possible second Allen stops and drops to his knees in a crouched position that let’s Jay scale up him and launch off of his shoulders with ease! With a head butt directly to the forehead of the tag champion it sends him staggering as Bain drops to the mat clutching his own forehead. Next up is the Firm and he brings a running European uppercut to the dance that pushes the staggering monster further back, and inches away from the ropes! CM: Holy crap! The two Brits are actually fazing Prime! JH: Team work can do wonders! CL: You got to be shitting me… Kipping up to his feet, the rookie of the two Brits notices how close to the ropes their foe is and zips towards him with a confident smirk on his features. The smirk fades after he jumps into the air and is caught by the larger than life hands of the less than happy champion, and the aforementioned champion roars out. With a simple heave of his arms the behemoth tosses the smaller man up over his head and over the top rope, dumping him out onto the apron in a splat. Allen curses under his breath for his comrade and gets back up to his feet fully to come face to face with the Evolution of Excellence that is still in a foul mood. JH: Interesting fact, while Prime weighs thirty one pounds more than Allen, it is the Millwall Brawler that is a inch taller than Prime. CL: I don’t think a inch of advantage is going to help much. CM: Hey! An inch can make all the difference! Caution enters the body language of the Firm and a calm rage enters the body language of the Adonis as they circle the ring from each other. Gradually their arms find their ways upward and it is Allen that strikes first with a jab that connects with the cheek bone of the champion! Firing back, the goliath tries to launch a full scale attack of jabs that the Millwall Brawler blocks for the most part with his arms acting as his shield. Despite this fact the monster continues to pound on the challenger’s arms with his fists as fast and as hard as he can muster the power for. CL: Has Prime become a complete fuckwit, he’s not connecting with any thing! CM: Yeah, Allen’s blocking all the punches! JH: Hmm… On and on the Evolution of Excellence punches the protective arms and Nick starts to shuffle away from the heavier man to get away from the onslaught. Refusing to let that happen, the behemoth follows after him and continues to club on the defenses of the challenger to a mixed reaction from the crowd. It is amidst this sea of shots that Prime penetrates the block and lands a punch square on the jaw line of his opponent, and is like a shark that smells blood. Quickly he sends every thing he has at Allen and connects a few more times while Allen stumbles back, and away from the champion and falls to a knee! CM: What the heck?! JH: There was once a boxer that just continued to punch no matter what, and he would do so to the point where the other one’s arms were too badly hurt to be used effectively. It would seem Prime adopted this strategy with his brawl against Allen. CL: Not bad, knowing the limey is a master at brawling. Further the champion slugs the Millwall Brawler while he’s down to one knee and hammers him all over the cranium to try, and bring him down completely. The Firm’s knee rocks underneath him and looks like it’s ready to give out yet he still remains kneeling and tries to defend himself from the shots. Eventually amongst Prime’s punches his challenger launches a single right fist that connects on the very spot of his jaw and makes his head bobble about. The heavier man almost falls over and staggers backwards, unable to regain his footing and during this Allen finds his vertical base, and gets back up to it. JH: Nick Allen just rocked the tag team champion! CL: Guess that’s why Nick’s a undefeated brawler and why Prime’s…not when it comes to brawling. CM: Or, Prime’s pussy whipped like I said from the beginning! Snatching the champion by his tights, the challenger pulls him in close and wraps a arm around the back of his neck, and throws one of the champion’s arms over the back of his neck. Readjusting his hold on the tights the Firm hoists him up into the air to in awe gasps from the crowd in attendance, several flashes going off within the crowd! Even Tony Clarke is left dumb founded when he sees that Allen is holding the heavier man up in the air for several seconds! The Millwall Brawler stands stead fast and the crowd starts to count the seconds the man holds the behemoth up there, starting on ten, and ending on twenty five when he finally drops him! CL: The Allenplex! Holy shit! CM: Wow… JH: My lord! The strength Nick Allen contains is unbelievable! The very ring shakes for several moments after the maneuver and the monster rolls out onto the apron just as his partner makes her way back onto the apron. Spotting her, the Millwall Brawler starts to advance towards the apron when some thing zips through the air and strikes him on the neck! Allen groans and twitches, his body dropping to it’s knees and despite his straining seems unable to move from where it is, and soon falls face forward. It is then that FIW’s Leading Lady and most in attendance notice for the first time the black rose that sits with it’s steam puncturing the thick neck of her challenger! CM: Huh?! What happened?! A rose toppled Nick Allen?! JH: Wait! We’ve seen this rose before and look where it’s stuck! CL: It’s a vital point that if struck correctly can temporarily paralyze one’s opponent…Wait, look! What the fuck is that?! FIW’s Premier Hellcat looks upwards and spots what Constance is referencing, a hooded figure whipping around and rushing through the arena’s scaffolding. Unaware of this disappearing culprit and confused by the rose, Tony lets it go and helps Nick out onto the apron as gently as he can. During this Jay gets back up onto the apron and clubs Kennedy with a forearm strike that the champion returns in kind, and Jay replies back with the same strike! Back and fourth the two go, each one reeling a little from each strike they receive and it is FIW’s Leading Lady that gets the advantage with a toe kick! JH: This mystery man that has hounded Kennedy for weeks strikes again! And, Jay and Kennedy are going at it! CL: Kennedy ends the striking contest before it could really get started, smart move on her part. CM: I hope she eats that punk alive. Rapid fire style she clubs him over his back several times and then FIW’s Leading Lady attempts to wrap her arms around his waist from over top. Whatever she was going for, whether a piledriver or powerbomb, it fails because Bain stands up and tosses her over his back in a backdrop! Flat out on the apron the Premier Hellcat groans and clutches at her back as her challenger brings her back up to her feet and wraps her head into a front chancery. Several fans cheer while others gasp as they know what might be coming, and hastily the champion tries to avoid it and launches several elbows to Jay’s midsection! CL: Looking for the Second Wind out on the apron! CM: Evil lil’ kid! Where’s this brat’s mother to tell him to go to bed?! JH: Jay Bain’s a grown man though he’s risking crippling Kennedy if he hits this maneuver out on the apron! Lifting the heavier competitor up the best she can with a handful of tights she tries to get Bain up over the ropes though he lands stomach first on the top rope instead! Freed from his grasp regardless, Kennedy takes a step back and launches a roundhouse kick right to the temple that sends him fully into the ring! The U.K. fans are going crazy as Bain stumbles back up onto his feet in time for the tag champion to grab the top rope and pull back on it. FIW’s Leading Lady sling shots herself into the ring and wraps her legs around his neck in mid-air, and nails a hurricanrana and floats over into the pin fall! CM: Hey! I know that one! J.F.K.! And…Um…uh…erm… JH: The HurraKennedy into a pin! And, Nick Allen’s still paralyzed from the rose! [align=center]1![/align] CL: Prime may be down like a useless oaf but Kennedy’s getting the job done! CM: We already knew who wore the pants in this relationship…after all, Prime wears shorts to the ring! [align=center]2![/align] JH: Chip, I think you misunderstand the meaning behind that saying and can Jay manage to kick out?! CL: Buddha, I hope not… [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] CM: Yay! JH: Kennedy and Prime retain the titles! MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winners of the match via pin fall and STILL Full Intensity Wrestling Tag Team Champions of the World…THEY! ARE! KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEDYYYYY~!!! AND~! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMME~!!! ???????: My, my, my… Before either champions’ music can hit a familiar voice rings through the sound system and the curtain is whipped back on the entrance stage. In single file order the Morning Star of FIW, the Ichiban Reject, the Mile High Mad Man and Britian’s Beloved Son step through the walk way. The micro phone comfortably resting in the hands of the ever smiling painted face of the Rejects’ leader and he mockingly shakes his head at the ring. Kiyoshi looking a little worse for wear with his belts in his hands, Drake looking smug with the Flycore Championship around his waist & Colbert bemused. Onikage: How predictable, this is exactly what we’ve said time and time again… Slowly they take their time down the steps, the entire time the Walsh fans showering them in jeers and Colbert looking mildly puzzled at this. When he tries to point out to them he’s from the U.K. they aim their threats & insults more towards him than previously and leave him shocked. Tottington waves them off and resumes his focus where the other Rejects have theirs, in the ring on Kennedy & Prime that are up to their feet. The champions glare down at the Savior of Sorrow with their championships in hand, Jay starting to stir and plucks the rose from his partner’s neck. Onikage: Rather than highlight the show coming off of the year’s biggest event with the man that survived a hellacious battle of three challengers. Or, having it highlight one of the newly crowned champions that had made history on the anniversary battle field. To further emphasis his point the Straight Edge Artist motions to the champions behind him. Onikage: What do they try to shovel down the mindless masses’ throats instead? His smile grows to it’s sweetest state yet and returns the tag team champions’ glares with a innocent gaze. Onikage: Why they parade around their poster boy and poster girl tag team champions, and the daily soap opera that happens to be their lives. They were kind enough to choose as their first contenders not a former set of champions or two high billed names joining forces. But two men who while talented lack that X factor to get it done in singles action well enough to secure themselves championships. Now with his hand the Messiah of the Mind motions towards the challengers behind the champions who join in on glaring at the Reject. Onikage: Oh yes, lovely, simply lovely but excuse us if we refuse to simply be swept underneath the rug to let the drama queens run the show. We may have lost brothers though we’ve survived that before and we survive yet again for it is what we’ve done our entire lives. What Full Intensity Wrestling as a whole fails to realize, not just you two, that this attempted war against us is about as useless and futile as it can get. For every single Reject brother you destroy, there are others that through neglect and being shunned are ready to be called our brethren. Once again his hand slips past him to motion towards the Flycore Champion whose smug expression turns into a glare at the tag champions and he grips the belt. Onikage: Now I suggest the lot of you don’t do any thing stupid and leave us to our business of addressing all those that watch this pro- The sentence is never finished due to his micro phone being cut off, much to the annoyance of the Straight Edge Artist. His smile fades a little and he tries to fiddle with the device, and in doing so nearly doesn’t notice Kennedy running towards the ropes at high speeds. At the last possible second he ducks out of the way when FIW’s Leading Lady collides with the rest of the Rejects with a suicida tope to cheers & applause! Popping back up to her feet, Kennedy tosses Colbert & Drake into the ring and tries to do the same to Nakahata who bats her arms away from him. JH: It looks like the Rejects’ plan to have the last say tonight didn’t go as they expected! CL: Thank fuck! I was hoping I wouldn’t have to listen to much more of that! CM: Get ‘em, get ‘em! Jay & Nick & Prime swarm the two Rejects and start brawling with them, gaining the advantage until Love starts swinging his silver about like a weapon! Colbert and Drake share a cackle and a high five before they continue to punch & stomp on the fallen heroes in the ring. Prime tries to power back up but Colbert & Drake hastily start double teaming him with their assault and plant him back down onto the mat. Kennedy continues to try to attack Kiyoshi who continues to try to swat her away and back out of the brawl, and moves towards the Savior of Sorrow. CL: Damn it! The Rejects by their usual underhanded shit are gaining the upper hand! CM: No! And, why’s Kiyoshi trying to avoid fighting Ke-holy crap! It’s him! It’s him! JH: My word! He’s…back! A steady tidal wave of cheers erupts through the crowd as one by one they see the man running out from the back and down the walk way…Xtreme Kitten! With his fists clenched and his trusty chain in hand he looks ready for a fight with a dangerous gleam in his eye! Just when he makes it to the ring though…he stops, dead in his tracks he stops and watches from the ringside floor the beating the Rejects are giving the others. His eyes turning and staring at the Morning Star of FIW who is near by and glares through his smile at the former Dual Crown Champion. CM: Huh? …Why did he stop?! Why did the freak stop?! JH: Oh no…don’t tell me…It couldn’t be possible…Could we have two new members to the Rejects tonight?! CL: Well, there’s got to be a fucking reason he’s not getting in-What the fucking fuck is that?! With all eyes on Xtreme Kitten, no one notices two figures hop the guard rail on the other side of the ringside floor until they’ve entered the ring. The male of the two charges forward and clobbers Drake on the chin with a flying knee strike that sends him to the floor in a absolute heap! Hastily he snatches Colbert’s arm and pulls him into a roundhouse kick that levels him & sends both Rejects rolling to the floor! He turns around to face the camera to reveal…a fuzzy kitten mask? Lucy’s in the ring with him and with a grin on her face applauding him as XK at ringside smirks at the sight of the man! JH: Wait! What is going on here?! That man…looks like Xtreme Kitten before he was unmasked! And…he’s with Lucy! CL: Maybe one of the Gatitos? …I mean, we fucking know that the one at ringside is Xtreme Kitten obviously. CM: This is so confusing! Kennedy even stops her assault and looks in the ring puzzled; not noticing the deathly glare Onikage shoots the masked man in the ring as he helps Colbert & Drake up. With one arm each around him the two Rejects use him as support when they make their way up the walk way with Kiyoshi behind them. The Rejects all glaring back at the ring while inside it Jay & Nick start to stir and grin at the sight of the masked man, Prime getting back up to his feet too. Or, he was until this masked man running pump kicks him back down to the canvas and XK & Lucy and him all share a laugh to more cheers from the fans. CL: Well, he’s certainly got Xtreme Kitten’s attitude. CM: Two Kittens?! Why?! JH: Wait…what are Jay and Nick doing?! The British duo walk up to Lucy & the masked man and Lucy pats the duo on the back before they strike a pose side by side with the masked man. He looks towards Lucy in confusion and she grins at him, striking a pose with the British duo as well as they look towards the Rejects. Kennedy pulls Prime out of the ring and trying her hardest to help him only for Jesse to come over, and snatch him away from her with a glare. The entire time the masked man’s gaze and Onikage’s gaze never change, glaring at each other from across the arena. CM: Huh?! Jay and Nick…are with them?! JH: Well…Xtreme Kitten did make them his protégés of sorts before he left… CL: Let me repeat, what the fuck is going on?! Guess we’ll have to find out next week or some time between now and then! For Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance, we’ll see you next Sunday…you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!
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