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| Kryten Shards | Feb 18 2008, 04:32 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 18 2008, 04:43 AM Post #2 |
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[align=center]A weird sound echoes around arena and soon a guitar begins to play with the echo in the background, the bass guitar comes in shortly after. The guitars and echo stop, a drum and piano beat replace them. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in. He has around his neck a studded collar with a chain attached and covering his face his mask. The chain doesn’t drag behind Kitten, Lucy appears from behind the curtain with the chain in her hand. Lucy is followed from behind the curtain by the masked man from last week. The three stand on the stage listening to the mix of music, supporting cheers and hate filled jeers.[/align] CM: ARGH! There are two of him. JH: Chip, there is only one Xtreme Kitten, the other one is… not Xtreme Kitten. CL: He could be the clone Xtreme Kitten keeps suggesting would be his biggest challenge. CM: The only way this could get worse is if he brought that fat arse I used to carry before I started you carrying you two. CL: You mean SPINE SHATTERING- CM: AAAARRRRRGGGHHHH, SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! [align=center]I realize my world of demise and the poisonous sky that's stinging my eyes I clench my fist I spill my blood I clench my fist 'cause I am the tool Xtreme Kitten walks down to ringside calmly followed by his companions, he stops there and surveys the ring. I'm burning with contempt that's bringing me down! I'm burning with contempt that's bringing me down! I'm burning with contempt that's bringing me down! Kitten does a short run up that jerks the chain from Lucy’s hand and jumps onto the apron landing on one foot then the other, he then hops into the ring and jogs to his corner while undoing the spiked collar. Kitten hands the chain down to Lucy. AS OF NOW I AM A TOOL OF SEVERE IMPACT HAMMER DOWN CAUSE AND EFFECT AND CREATE A NEW WORLD! The music stops and Kitten quickly pulls off his mask. Kitten points the a member of the crowd and offers to throw the mask to them, their excitement turns to angry as Xtreme Kitten throws the mask only for the masked man to jump up and catch it before it goes over the barricade. The masked man jumps around celebrating, hugging the mask to his chest he even asks Lucy how she think it would look on him as he holds it next to his head to which Lucy replies with a roll of the eyes but in the ring Kitten seem very amused.[/align] MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, this match welcomes back one of the most dominant competitors in FIW history. From Shoal Bay, New South Wales, Australia, he weighs in at two hundred and fifty six pounds, he is… XTREEEEEEEEEMMMMMEEEE KIIIIIIIITTTTTTEEEEEEEENNNNN! Before the microphone is lowered from his face it is snatched out of Michael’s hand by Xtreme Kitten. XK: And I have a few things to say. Kitten looks at Anderson. XK: First of all it’s THE most dominant competitor FIW has ever seen. Kitten looks at the crowd. XK: Secondly I’ve only been gone two months do I really need to be welcomed back? I don’t think so and most people seem to agree the warmest welcome I’ve gotten since coming back is “Where the fuck have you been?”. Kitten pauses for a moment obviously thinking about what he is about to say that or day dreaming about something irrelevant, he shakes it off. XK: One more thing I have to say… no not say share. I have a secret to share with you all a secret about the identity of my friend over there. Kitten nods to the masked man and there is a slight buzz in the crowd that they are going to find out more about the man who took out three people last week. XK: You know what it can wait. There are jeers from the crowd, who are annoyed that Kitten would tease them so. XK: If you’re disappointed by that you may as well go home now because after this match the rest of the show will be a complete let down. Kitten hands the microphone back to Michael Anderson with some jeers still coming from the crowd. JH: Either of you got any ideas about this secret about Xtreme Kitten’s masked friend. CM: I’m sticking with my terrifying clone theory. The lights go dim as "Headstrong" by Trapt begins to play throughout the arena, red strobe lights then begin to flash, rotate, and light up the stage and gold pyro begins to shower down to the left and right of The Dragon as he appears on stage. With his head down and standing there for a few second, he then looks up and begins to confidently walk his way down to the ring. As The Dragon makes his way to the ring he pauses in front of the stairs and looks out into the crowd before running up the stairs and into the ring. The Dragon then makes his way to the left turnbuckle, climbs up it, and lifts both arms in the air and flexes his chest and arm muscles as he pauses for a few seconds and then climbs back down in anticipation of the beginning of the match. MA: From Houston, Texas, USA, he weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds, you all wonder why he continues to get into the ring, he is… THE DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGON! Richard Kelly quickly goes over the rules and pats both competitors down to check for weapons while Michael Anderson leaves the ring. The referee orders them to their corners and get ready for the bell. Richard Kelly almost calls for the bell but his gesture is cut short at Kitten drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring to confusion and jeers. Richard Kelly rushes over to the ropes and demands and an explanation from Kitten, who asks for a moment to confer with Lucy and his friend. The three huddle together and occasionally but separately the two men look back into the ring at Dragon. CL: What in Apollo’s name is this? JH: It’s a huddle. CL: Smart arse, why are they huddling? The three break from the huddle and Kitten jumps onto the apron and it looks like he is going to get into the ring when Lucy hands him a microphone but he opts to stay on the apron. XK: Sorry folks to postpone what is sure to be another beating that guy Kitten motions to Dragon XK: will forget as it seamlessly weaves its way into the lifetime of beatings that is Dragon’s. I have decided or more to the point we Kitten motions to Lucy and the masked man. XK: have decided to tell you the truth of my masked friend. Xtreme Kitten jumps down off the apron and puts an arm around his masked friend’s shoulder. XK: See my friend here isn’t just some random Gatito. This man right here Kitten gives him a squeeze. XK: is a former tag team champion that had to carry a good for nothing partner, a former International champion some… most would call the greatest and an unbeaten Dual Crown champion. There is the noise of confusion. CM: The only unbeaten Dual Crown champion is Kiyoshi and he’s never been International champion. JH: Nor does he look like that. CL: So in other words Xtreme Kitten is making no sense. XK: Okay I see not all of you have figured it out so I’ll just say it. Kitten jumps up onto the barricade and as he balances he looks down at the people right below him. XK: I’M NOT XTREME KITTEN! Kitten jumps off the barricade and points at the man wearing the same attire as him but with a mask. ??: HE IS! Kitten the one that up until not has only been the masked man slide into the ring while the guy that was reveal to be under the mask by Graver stays outside the ring. CL: What the fuck?! JH: Ah CM: Well at the very least that means there is no clone… that we know of. Richard Kelly doesn’t seem to know what to do, he stops Kitten as he stands up and questions him and asks for some reason to all this, Xtreme Kitten whispers in his ear. Kelly steps back for a moment processing it after a few seconds Richard pats down Xtreme Kitten. JH: So this means the guy throwing stuff at Toby was Xtreme Kitten? CM: I think it does and that means that Kitten has actually done something this year that I liked. Because of all the confusion Richard Kelly asks Dragon is he wants to go through with the match and Dragon nods, Kelly calls for the bell. [align=center]DING DING![/align] Dragon hops out of the corner ready to circle the ring but Kitten has other ideas as he barrels across the ring and hits Dragon with a flying knee. JH: KAO LOI! Kitten lands standing and turns ready to attack Dragon but as he lifts his foot for the stomp he stops and gently puts it back down and asks for a count. CL: That’s not Kitten. [align=center]ONE![/align] JH: Looks like him, hit that knee like him, other guy we know as Xtreme Kitten said it is. [align=center]TWO![/align] CL: He’s not vicious enough. [align=center]THREE![/align] Dragon slightly moves and immediately Kitten starts stomping his: face, neck and chest. CL: I could be wrong. Kitten continues stomping away for a few seconds before stopping with his foot resting on Dragon’s face. Kitten lifts his foot slightly look under it that puts it back before spinning around scraping the sole of his boot across Dragon’s face. Kitten walks over tho the ropes and wipes his boot on the ropes trying to get anything taken from Dragon off. Dragon clutches his face leaving his ribs wide open to attack which Kitten takes advantage of with a soccer kick follows by a knee drop. As Kitten gets up Dragon rolls over and looks like he trying to get up but his attempt barely gets underway before Kitten jumps up and comes crashing down with a knee to the back of the head. The former Dual Crown lifts Dragon up into a standing head scissors. JH: Could be Kitten’s Meow. Kitten lift Dragon but too far for the Kitten’s Meow instead Dragon is suspended in a Canadian Backbreaker rack. Kitten charges into the corner and pulls Dragon down to crush him against the turnbuckle. CM: OOOOOOUUUUUCCCCCHHHHHH! Kitten doesn’t stop there as he pulls Dragon back into the backbreaker rack, he turns then runs across the ring and crushes Dragon again. Kitten pulls Dragon back into his shoulder again and walks to the middle of the ring. Kitten drops to his arse looking for the Canadian backbreaker but Dragon managed to worm free enough to land on his feet unharmed by that particular move. Before he drops out of the pain Dragon throws himself into the air, spins to hit Kitten with a back brain kick that has people in the cheap seats flinching but Dragon doesn’t fair too well as he clutches his ribs. CL: Shit, Dragon did something! JH: He’s laid out Xtreme Kitten. CL: Allegedly. Kitten starts to stir after Lucy bashes the ring apron with the steel chain urging him up to his feet. JH: Lucy is cheering him to his feet, I’d say that means he is Kitten. CM: Firstly I wouldn’t call it cheering more demanding and secondly didn’t she do that for the other Xtreme Kitten at Blessed and Forsaken? CL: She did. Dragon starts to get up at the same time but Best Fighter in the World makes it to his feet first and pulls Dragon up, no, Dragon fires off an elbow to the mid section. Dragon starts putting elbows and forearms to Xtreme Kitten’s face and as he reels Dragon whips him into the ropes. Kitten hooks the ropes and smiles at Dragon as if to say “You thought that was enough?”. Kitten runs up to Dragon and jump for another knee but Dragon steps toward Kitten throwing the timing off and instead Kitten ends up being caught in a fireman’s carry. JH: Dragon could do it here! Dragon looks ready to throw Kitten for his finisher and score a huge win when Kitten elbows him in the temple and dropping behind him. Kitten spins Dragon around and grabs him in a Mauy Thai clinch. Kitten pulls Dragon’s head down and starts bringing knees up; he switches knees back and forth but not in a rhythm, soon Kitten’s knee are stained with blood. When Kitten notices he lift Dragon’s head and there is a cut over his right eye. JH: Richard Kelly will have to stop the match. However before the official sees the cut Kitten pulls Dragon onto his shoulders in a torture rack. CL: CAT’S MEOW! [align=center]DING DING DING! [/align] Before Kitten can hit his finisher Richard Kelly spots the cut, calls for the bell and demands Kitten put Dragon down, Kitten begs Kelly for the chance to hit the move but the ref is insistent. JH: Don’t CL: Do it MA: Your winner by ref stoppage… Xtreme Kitten, I think. After the announcement Kitten doesn’t care what the referee says and plants Dragon head first with the Cat’s Meow. Richard Kelly reads Kitten the riot act as he gets up. Lucy and the other guy get in the ring with Michael Anderson’s microphone. ??: Hey give him a break he’s been waiting five months to do that. The other guy hands the microphone to Lucy before ushering Richard Kelly out of the ring and pushing Dragon onto the apron. Lucy: Now I am sure there are questions out there, like if this is Xtreme Kitten Lucy strokes the masked Xtreme Kitten’s face. Lucy: who is that guy? Lucy points at the other guy an he points at himself and asks “Me?” before walking over and leaning into the microphone. ??: That’s not important. Kitten moves him out of the way and leans into the microphone. XK: Not important? You’re the guy the guy that defeated Graver to successfully retain the Dual Crown and keep it out of the hands of the Rejects. The other guy smiles XK: You also retained against Kennedy to keep it out of the Days of our Lives audition tape she was and from what I hear still is working on. The other guy nods XK: And not like it matter but you did retain against Shaun Wilson keeping it out of whatever the fuck it is Shaun does. ??: Okay so maybe it’s a little important. Kitten moves him again. XK: And the guy that lost my Dual Crown championship to Kiyoshi Nakahaha giving the championship to the Rejects. The smile disappears and the other guy moves Xtreme Kitten. ??: If you’d come back when you said you would maybe you’d still have the championship or not. Kitten moves him again. XK: Oh I’d still have it but then I would have had to go to Japan so some good came of it. Lucy steps back and looks at the both before settling on the guy who isn’t Xtreme Kitten. Lucy: So should we tell them who you are? He leans in. ??: How about we don’t so I can go back to being who I was before I got the call to come and fill in. Lucy: Alright well just to help clear this up quicker how about we call you Phil. Phil: Fine. Lucy looks at the crowd. Lucy: Now another question you all probably have is how you didn’t notice the switch? That would be because they train the same, are the same weight and height. The only difference most people would pick up on is Phil usually has a Mexican accent but he has had the impersonation of Xtreme Kitten down for ages. Now I know the real big question you all have is still not answered, why replace Kitten with Phil? The answer is blood tests. Lucy’s answer doesn’t clear the confusion. CL: Blood tests? Lucy: Something happened a while back and Xtreme Kitten needed to have a series of blood tests to make sure he was still healthy. What happened? Watch. Lucy points to the ReVoltrons and they light up with the footage of Kitten getting hit in the back of the head with the Gorehammer by Graver the blood and tacks fly everywhere. Lucy: The back of Kitten’s head got cut up and the blood which because it was Graver was very questionable meant it was possible Kitten may have caught an infection. That’s when we called in Phil to take Kitten’s place Kitten went off to have tests done while I stayed for a short while before leaving to be with him. JH: Kitten got a replacement while he did the right thing, how did they get anyone in management to agree to that? CL: Why tell them? He wears a mask and they look so much alike no one noticed the entire time. CM: They should fire him for lying! Lucy: Now with all questions answered good- XK: Not all questions, what’s the Team XK bullshit? Phil walks away claiming he has nothing to do with it while Lucy stares at Xtreme Kitten. Lucy: I’ll explain later but not we leave to prepare. Kitten looks upset but whether that be because Lucy want to prepare or because he doesn’t like the idea of Team XK is not clear. 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| Kryten Shards | Feb 18 2008, 04:49 AM Post #3 |
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MA: The following is match two in Jaime Lee’s Trial Series and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, her opponent… The house lights dim and slowly a set of frosted glass doors are lowered over the wrestlers entrance as a tuxedo clad man makes his way onto the concrete stage with microphone in hand. Suddenly bright white lights kick up behind the doors only to reveal the man on the stage further. He pulls the microphone to his lips as Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva begins to play over the PA system. The man begins to speak over the opening lyrics of the song. Man: “Ladies and gentlemen please…Would you bring your attention to me?” As the crowd fixes their attention on the man a silhouette appears in the light and the man continues to speak over the lyrics of the song. Man: “For a feast for your eyes to see. An explosion of catastrophe.” At the base of the stairs leading to the isle to the ring, a massive white explosion bursts out startling the crowd. The man again continues to speak over the song as he moves in putting a hand on the door handle covering the entrance. Man: “Like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door. Your jaws will be on the floor. After this you’ll be begging for more.” The man then pulls both doors open and the lights behind the glass dim down as two large spot lights focus in on the entrance and he quickly exits the stage as Ethan Adams clad in his entrance robe is revealed. The superstar steps out onto the concrete stage holding his arms out to his side as the song kicks in. [align=center] Welcome to the show Please come inside Ladies and gentlemen[/align] Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring. [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it? Boom Let me hear it Ladies and gentlemen[/align] As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes. MA: Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!! JH: This man certainly made his presence felt last week in the first match of the Trial Series, playing a part in Liam’s defeat. CL: A part? Most people are saying it’s the only reason Jaime was able to beat him. CM: Of course they are. No one wants to bruise the old man’s ego for getting beaten by a girl. Ethan did him a favor by giving him an easy out of the ridicule. JH: The majority if the ridicule is at Ethan’s hand! [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it?[/align] Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting the match to begin. JH: I still can’t believe Ethan Adams thinks this Trial Series is a tournament that he can win. Has this man completely ignored everything going on around him? CM: If it doesn’t involve him, it’s usually not worth paying attention to. But then again, I can’t help but pay attention to Jaime… The house lights fade into darkness, sending a quiet murmur throughout the arena. Heavy drum beats spark the stage lights to life, the rainbow of strobes following as the vocals of “Burn” by the Luchagors kick into the PA system. Jaime skips out onto the stage shortly after, playfully flipping her hair up before raising her arms above her head. She trots down the stairs, continuing to skip down towards the ring, grinning and slapping hands of the front row fans along the way. MA: Making her way to the ring from Ohio… JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!! JH: Here is a poor woman that I think is going to need some serious time on the couch with Dr. Phil. CM: I’d spend some time on the couch with her. CL: I’ve seen people get upset over losing a championship, but she’s bordering on obsessive. JH: It’s not even about wanting to regain the Hellcat Division Championship, or at least it doesn’t seem that way. She doesn’t seem to know where to turn next. I can’t say I’m crazy about where she’s happened to turn. 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. JH: Although, I will say that she seemed a bit in better spirits earlier today. She mentioned to me that she was going to come out tonight and beat Ethan Adams without anyone’s help. CM: Really, she said that? Are you supposed to repeat it? JH: I asked if I should say it on television and she said, “Yes, I am vowing tonight to beat Ethan Adams on my own.” So we’ll see what happens. CL: I’m just remembering everyone who’s guaranteed victory lately. Her opponent tonight is one of them at Nensai Senjou that failed on his promises. DING-DING At the sound of the bell, Jaime and Ethan immediately begin to circle the ring. They both rush in, locking up with a collar and elbow tie-up before Ethan immediately uses his strength advantage to shove Jaime backwards, throwing the hellcat to the canvas. The crowd are left to ooh and aah at Ethan’s amazing strength to throw a hundred and twenty-four pound woman to the canvas so easily. Actually, they’re slightly booing, which doesn’t seem to sit well with Ethan. JH: This crowd getting all over Ethan pretty early on. CM: It’s a match! Is he supposed to knock her down with hugs and puppies? CL: Jaime looks more surprised than I think she should be. Stunned, Jaime climbs back to her feet and moves back in for another collar and elbow tie-up. Jaime immediately counters into a side headlock that Ethan easily breaks by shoving Jaime into the ropes! She rebounds and gets knocked down yet again, this time by a shoulder block! Ethan smirks down at her before running off the ropes… nope! Jaime grabs Ethan’s foot and trips the First Wonder up! Instantly she nips up to her feet and nails Ethan with a low dropkick as he tries to get back to his feet. JH: Jaime’s gotta use her ingenuity like that if she’s going to take out the self-proclaimed First Wonder of the World. CL: Are you saying Jaime doesn’t stand a good chance of beating Ethan? JH: I’m saying Ethan’s on a hot streak that Jaime’s gonna have to work extra hard to cool down. That’s all. Jaime sprints off the ropes, looking to keep her small advantage but Ethan bounds back to his feet and scoops Jaime up on her return, throwing her legs up over his shoulder. Like the hellcat she is, Jaime kicks her legs, swinging them around to Ethan’s front and locking in a front facelock as she wraps her legs around his waist! CL: A guillotine choke by Jaime! Excellent counter from whatever that was Ethan was going to attempt. Not to be outdone, Ethan immediately begins sending clubbing blows into Jaime’s ribs, breaking the hold on her choke. With her legs still wrapped around his waist, he finds her in the perfect position to fold her up and step over into his patented waistlock Boston Crab! CM: The Ego Stroke! Jaime’s gotta tap! JH: Look at the extension of Jaime’s abdomen! Jaime immediately begins jabbing her elbows into the side of Ethan’s kneecap, knocking him off balance. Ethan relinquishes the hold before Jaime can do too much damage to him but simply just flips Jaime’s upper half back up while keeping her in his grasp. Without hesitation he runs full force into the turnbuckle with her SQUASHING THE HELLCAT IN THE CORNER! CM: That was a clever way of getting out of Ethan’s Ego Stroke. But I don’t think it did her any favors in the end. JH: Ethan’s just too big, too strong in comparison to Jaime. CL: But this is the type of competition she’s going to encounter outside of the Hellcat Division. It’s the entire point of this series, hence it being a trial. Ethan steps out of the turnbuckle as Jaime goes limp against the ropes. He shakes out his knee before charging back in-- to a back elbow! Jaime instantly throws her legs up around Ethan’s neck… and gets thrown over the top rope! Jaime lands her feet on the apron but isn’t even prepared to block as Ethan nails her with a forearm thrust that sends her flying off the apron and into the ringside barricade! CL: This match is going back and forth but Ethan always seems to come out on top in the end. CM: Ethan’s just got too much experience in there. He’s fought his way up all the way down from low card to main-event status. He knows all the tricks in there. As Ethan makes his way to ringside to collect his dumped opponent, we cut backstage to find the Great White Hype Adam Wilson once again watching via a monitor backstage. His expression does its best not to give away his feelings on what he’s watching, whether he happens to be enjoying Ethan’s efforts or disapproving of them. Back at ringside, Ethan gathers up Jaime and tosses her back into the ring as the Truth threatens him with a count. CM: What were you saying earlier about where Jaime’s turning. JH: Yep. Adam Wilson, the man who calls himself the Great White Hype. CM: What’s he doing watching this match? Hoping for another kiss? CL: Because that’d be unlikely?[/sarcasm] Ethan dives back into the ring, dragging Jaime up to her feet-- No! Jaime lunges at Ethan from the canvas, nailing him with a shot to the stomach! Again, she nails him before bounding back to her feet. Ethan recovers immediately and advances with a clothesline… that Jaime ducks! Ethan spins around AND RECEIVES JAIME’S BOOT RIGHT UNDER HIS CHIN WITH A SPINNING BACK ROUNDHOUSE! JH: Turn The Beat Around! Jaime just took Ethan right off his feet with that kick! CL: Ethan’s head snapped back on impact. Obviously he was expecting less fight from Jaime after that fall to the outside. Jaime stares down at Ethan… surprised? She’s got a wide-eyed look on her face but she’s not surprised. She’s thrilled! Jaime throws her head back and laughs, holding her arms out to receiving adoring praise from all her fans. She receives some, but the majority of the fans are more than a little confused by Jaime’s pre-mature celebration. She hasn’t won yet. CL: Peculiar behavior from Jaime here. CM: Does she think she already won? Some arrogance on the hellcat’s part? JH: She’s, uh… very proud of hitting that move, I suppose. Now she might win, as she finally drops down into the cover. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! ETHAN KICKS OUT![/align] Ethan stands up, getting caught by Jaime yet easily reversing a whip to the turnbuckle. Jaime manages to throw a foot onto the second turnbuckle, stopping herself suddenly. Ethan rushes in too quick to realize it until Jaime throws that leg backwards into his midsection. Jaime spins around and PUNTS ETHAN IN THE FACE!! CM: OUCH! JH: Another hard shot to Ethan’s face. And look at Jaime! She’s enjoying it! CL: Man, losing that belt and playing tonsil hockey with the Hype really fucked her up. I love it! Jaime rushes Ethan, locking him up in a front facelock and screaming out at the top of her lungs before she DRILLS ETHAN’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS! NO! Ethan actually lifts Jaime right off her feet and deposits her atop the turnbuckle. Without hesitation he nails a forearm thrust upside Jaime’s face! He grabs her by the hair and SMACKS a top rope European uppercut that almost throws Jaime backwards off the turnbuckle! JH: Ethan countered the Blood on the Dance Floor with almost pure ease. CM: What’s he doing here? Ethan climbs up to the second rope, hitting another European uppercut that leaves Jaime dazed atop the turnbuckle. He scoops her up under the arms and yanks her up on the turnbuckle, climbing up to the top rope himself and FLIPPING OVER IN A MOONSAULT WHILE HOLDING JAIME BELLY-TO-BELLY ALL WAY DOWN TO THE CANVAS! CM: THE SHOW STOPPER! Stopping the show in the first match! That’s Ethan’s style! JH: A breath-taking and impressive signature maneuver from Ethan Adams. And equally as dangerous! CL: It’s over. Jaime’s done. 211 pounds crushing her into the canvas. Ethan grins at the reception he receives from the crowd for his high-risk finisher before quickly swiveling over into the cover. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!! DING-DING-DING![/align] “Ladies and Gentlemen” immediately hit the speakers as Ethan sits up proudly on his knees, unable to hide the smile that spreads across his face. The First Wonder of the World, allows the Truth to raise his hand in victory but that isn’t good enough. He bounds forward, scaling the turnbuckle and basking in his glory. MA: Here is your winner… ETHAN ADAMS! CL: Impressive victory from an impressive young talent. CM: What makes it even more impressive is exactly what Jaime said. She was determined to get a victory here tonight, pulled out all the stops to prove she could do it on her own, and still couldn’t get the job done. While Ethan celebrates his victory to his kickin’ theme music and the announcers talk up his victory, the Truth checks on Jaime. She sits up, spotting Ethan’s big celebration and hearing his music as the realization hits her. She stares with a look of dismay at the better competitor here tonight, failing to keep the tears of defeat at bay as she pushes away from the Truth and rolls from the ring. JH: Jaime put out a great effort, did all she could do, but it wasn’t enough to beat the First Wonder of the World here tonight. CL: And that’s really hitting home as she watches Ethan celebrate. Jaime lets out her frustrations by slamming a hand on the apron before turning her back on the scene and heading towards the back. Meanwhile, Ethan has descended from the turnbuckle and called for a microphone. He steps into the center of the ring, raising a finger to call for the crowd’s attention and cue his music to fade out. Ethan: Tonight, you people witnessed yet another history-making moment in FIW! ETHAN ADAMS defeated Jaime Lee, not only to win the Grand Prix tournament and my FIRST Dual Crown Championship opportunity at an time of my choosing. But now, ETHAN ADAMS proves once again why I am the First Wonder of the World and the next in line to carry this company as its Dual Crown Champion by beating Jaime one more time to win this Trial Series tournament and my THIRD Dual Crown Championship opportunity. JH: No one has told Ethan that this Trial Series isn’t something he can win? CM: He won tonight. JH: But he’s just one person in JAIME’S Trial Series. There’s no prize! While Ethan proudly flaunts his two tournament victories over Jaime, the crowd… begin to cheer him? That’s right. The cheers rise despite Ethan getting his facts wrong. Why? Because Ethan is just that awesome? Unfortunately no. It’s because of the very reason Ethan finds when he turns around and TAKES A SPINEBUSTER AT THE HANDS OF LIAM MORTELL! JH: It’s Liam! CM: What is that old bastard doing out here?! This is Ethan’s time! CL: He didn’t interfere in Ethan’s match. So he’s already showing more respect than Ethan did last week! Liam immediately floats into a mounted position, laying into Ethan with hammering blows. Ethan throws some of his own until both men are rolling around and trading shots in a good old fashion brawl (which is just a manly way of saying a man’s cat fight!). Security is actually on the ball tonight (possibly expecting this?) and flood the ring to rip the two men apart. CM: These two guys are trying to kill each other! JH: And the show's barely gotten started tonight! |
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| Kryten Shards | Feb 18 2008, 04:54 AM Post #4 |
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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: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring accompanied by 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod...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. The lights dim and that infamous decades old music plays over the sound system of the arena much to the dismay of most of the fans and to the delight of a few nerds. Swiftly the curtain is thrown back and Paper Bag Man steps out onto the stage, and holds the curtain open for the others. Next to step out onto the stage gains a thunderous jeers from the fans as Smarty Smark struts out and takes several bows to his adoring public. He then spins around on his heels and claps, pointing to the gigantic female that walks out from the back next with a snarl. MA: And her tag team partner... accompanied to the ring by Smarky Smark and Paper Bag Man... standing six-foot-two and weighing in at two-hundred and eighty pounds... from the jungles of South America... HEEEEMMBRAAAAAAAAA MONNNNSTUUUUUUUOOOOOOOO! The trio walk down the walk way, Hembra in the lead as Smarty struts behind her and applauds her as PBM hangs behind shaking his head at his boss' antics. Smarty slaps PBM over the head and shoves him forward, PBM catches himself and hops up onto the apron before the other two. He stands up on the bottom rope and pushes down on the top rope so their monstrous client easily steps over it and Smarty tries to do the same only to fall face first. After brushing himself off, Smarty continues to applaud & hype up his client while she stands in her assigned corner and growls, lifting up her massive arms to jeers. [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 their opponents... first, from New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty three pounds… your Hellcat division champion... ROXIEEEEEEEEEE…GAAAAAALAAAANOOOOCHIEEEEEEEEEEeee!!!!!!!!!!!! Roxie reaches up grabbing hold of the middle rope and places her left knee up on the apron before pushing up on the right foot to get the other knee up there as well. Up on the apron, Roxie releases the middle rope and slides her head under it as her right knee joins in as well. Roxie remains straddling the bottom rope to take the moment to laugh out at the fans wanting to see her fall once again. Roxie lifts in her left leg and crawls around for a few seconds along the ropes before using the corner turnbuckle to pull herself up first to her knees. Roxie takes another moment to look through the crowd a smile etched on her face until she suddenly spins around, kicks out her legs, and takes a seated position in the corner. [align=center] It's coming up It's coming up It's DARE Never did no harm Never did no harm[/align] Roxie remains seated for a moment bobbing her head along with the beat until finally pulling herself up to her feet using the top rope. It’s a slow movement that gives a mighty fine arch in her favour. So mighty in fact that when she releases the rope and rears forward the momentum buildup is enough to get in a decent cartwheel that Roxie ends by shooting both arms in the air, fists clenched, letting out a refreshing smile of self approving accomplishment. It’s then that the music fades out and lights resume to normal velocity. A low feedback buzzes through the speakers before 'Up Here' crashes into the system, bringing the crowd to their feet as Kennedy steps through the curtain. She moves to the end of the stage, rebounding slightly and raising both arms into the air, gazing out at the fans in attendance. She makes her way towards the ring, stopping halfway to acknowledge the crowd‘s reaction for her. MA: And her partner... making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! Reaching the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope and immediately bounds to her feet. She rushes to the furthest turnbuckle, scaling it and raising her arms into the air to thousands of flashing bulbs. She drops back down to the mat, spinning around and rushing across the ring, up the opposite turnbuckle to another round of camera flashes. She eventually drops back down to the mat, turning to awaiting the start of the match. Sound of the bell and it's Kennedy and Lara standing across the ring from each other. A heavy anxiety burdens Lara's shoulders as she stares into the eyes of FIW's premier Hellcat. From across the ring, Kennedy stares back at the fast-rising Hellcat rookie sensation, but she looks far less anxious and far more eager to get things started. At once, the Hellcats lunge for center ring and meet in a grappling collar/elbow tie-up. Fighting with all her might, Lara shoves, jerks, and twists for leverages sake until Kennedy plants her feet, locks her knees, and rolls some power through her shoulders, forcing Lara back to a corner. Referee Menendez is in like a shot and starts barking out a count. At four, Kennedy eases from the tie-up and backs away, all the while, Kennedy stares into Lara's eyes. JH: A clean break from Kennedy at the count of four, but beyond an ordinary exchange, we have ourselves quite the extraordinary situation! CM: Hells yes we do! I think I saw some boobies touch! CL: It's beyond babes and boobs, Chip! For Christ sake, buy into a truly memorable situation! Left standing in the corner, Lara has her manager, Orion Oldroid, shouting strategy and tips to her, but it all falls on deaf ears. The rookie Hellcat stands in awe of Kennedy. Bewildered by the sheer gravity of this situation. A situation where new meets old... fate meets destiny. No longer is this merely an opportunity to prove her worth. For Lara, this an opportunity to prove far more. This is an opportunity to prove that Lara Toni is here! CM: Well what the hell's she waiting for? Maybe Lara Toni's not buying into this situation either, huh Conse? Lara waits for nothing! An overwhelming sense urges the young hellcat from the corner, and in a flash, she initializes another tie-up, but as Kennedy tries to pour on her superior strength, Lara slips around and catches the First Lady in a waist lock before reaching further down and taking the legs out from underneath Kennedy with a sudden Leg Trip! Kennedy manages to get her hands beneath her to break the fall, but it's the suddenness that leaves Kennedy vulnerable. With little time to react, Kennedy has even less to think and Toni takes complete advantage of it and drops a quick yet devastating elbow across the back of Kennedy's neck! Kipping to her feet as quickly as she can, Lara drops another elbow, this time landing its point square between Kennedy's shoulders. The shock of the blow tenses Kennedy's form and leaves her open for Toni to drop to her own belly and apply a grueling Front Face Lock! JH: I don't know what Oldroid said to Lara Toni, but whatever it was, it's for damn sure fired up this already red hot Hellcat! Indeed it has! Lara jerks and torques on Kennedy's neck with merciless aggression! The battling Hellcats rise to their feet, but Toni maintains the hurt. Finally, Kennedy's veteran sense of mind works through the pain and guides a balled fist straight into Lara's unguarded abdomen. Lara grunts with the blow but still keeps a hold of the Face Lock. Again Kennedy pounds her fist forth, and again, and again, finally catching a break... a break from the Face Lock that is. Lara stumbles back on her heels as she sucks deep breaths and presses her forearm to her aching stomach. Wasting little time, and showing Lara no quarter, Kennedy barrels in on the junior Hellcat with forearm shot that teeters Toni enough for Kennedy to shove her back against the ropes and send her involuntarily into the opposite set. As Lara rebounds, she meets an abrupt and uncomfortable stop as Kennedy blasts though her with a whiplashing clothesline! Defensively, Lara's right back to her feet but meets with another clothesline before she can situate herself. Again, Lara is up and then taken down. All around, the capacity crowd is eating up the action and cheering as loud as they can while, poetically, Kennedy drops to her belly and applies a Front Face Lock of her own! A more experienced mat sense, however, sees Kennedy jerk Lara from the mat and back toward her team corner where Roxie tags in off Kennedy's shoulder. Being held aloft, Lara's left open to the expected boot to the gut via Roxie, and is then carelessly tossed aside by Kennedy before she bows out to her corner. JH: The far keener Kennedy showing Lara Toni just how it's done. CL: And showing her exactly whats makes her one half of the FIW tag team champions! CM: Yea, well now it's time Roxie kept the lesson going as she shows Lara Toni just way in the hell she's the Hellcat division champion! JH: Indeed! We have champion versus challenger here, and right now it's the champion, Roxie Galanoochie, putting the screws to her championships number one contender! In my opinion, this is a tremendous opportunity for Roxie to not only lay waste to Lara Toni, but also trim the sails, as it were, on Toni's mach three momentum! Speaking of Toni... the HDC number one contender is laid out at the champs feet, gripping her aching belly and wincing in pain. Roxie plays the crowd a bit, denouncing Toni's contender status with a few less than complimenting remarks before she reaches down with claws bared and drags Lara from the mat with a couple handfuls of brown hair. As Roxie drags Lara to her feet she grins... grins at the thought of the forthcoming and assured wrestling clinic she's no doubt eager to put Lara through. Lara, however, thinks different! Within a second, Toni scoops Roxie's legs out from beneath her and mounts the champion before hurling fists o' plenty into the champs mug! CM: Talking about wiping the smile from Roxie's face! JH: She may have been down folks, but Lara Toni is damn sure not out! CL: Out is exactly what Roxie's two front teeth are going to be soon if this barrage of battery keeps up! Pouring forth her authority, referee Menendez demands Tori dismount and abide by the rules. Lara's failure to comply earns her a five count, which she breaks at four. Dismounting, Toni flips a mess of brown hair from her face and unveils firey eyes that burn into the HDC. From ringside, Orion shouts his approval and barks out more strategy... strategy that wont come as the Amazon, FIW's Dominant Female, Hembra Monstruo blind tags Lara out... and much to the dismay of the capacity ReVolt crowd, tags herself in. Stalking above the recovering Roxie, Hembra savors the moment, this calm before the storm, before she rains down the pain! Snatching a leg, Hembra drags Roxie from her corner and into center ring where she then zips Roxie between her spread legs and lunges down on the HDC with both hands finding the champs throat. Roxie's hoisted from the mat and held a loft, kicking and fighting for air as Hemzilla rattles the champion about like a rag doll. Referee Menendez does all she can, but Hembra's clearly in control. Before long, however, Hembra's attention is divided and soon the Amazon locks eyes with the First Lady who shouts at the monster from her corner. Tossing Roxie aside, Hembra stomps off toward Kennedy and gets in the Premier Hellcats face! JH: Now wouldn't this be an awesome exchange?! CL: Damn right it would, Hitch! I'd love to see these two go at it! And judging by the fever pitch of the crowd, they wanna see it too! CM: Nerts to that! I wanna see more of Ms Monster get her some of the champ... and maybe tear her shirt off! Just as it looks as though Kennedy and Hembra are about to come to blows, Roxie comes from behind and catches the monster off guard with a Dropkick to the back of the head! Hembra's jostled forward and beans her head off of the top turnbuckle! Kennedy backs away and leaves Roxie to her fight as instructed by Menendez. With Hembra disorientated by a duo of head shots, Roxie pours out the aggression, Galanoochie style, with balled fists and measured shots to the kidneys! Blow after blow, Roxie works the Amazons body in hopes of creating a chink in the armor. Hembra has yet to back from the corner which creates quite the space for Roxie to unload months worth of frustration an due retaliation! In a fit of rage, Roxie laces both hands together and batters away at Hembra's spine... her spine with Polish Hammers! JH: Good God this is getting ugly! And who'd have thunk that could be said during a Hellcat match?! CM: I have a question... if Roxie's the one slugging out those Polish Hammers... are they still Polish? CL: *groans* For all her efforts, Roxie manages the seemingly impossible as she forces Hembra to a knee! Smark, with PBM in tow, rounds the corner and tries to get close to Hembra, but Kennedy bounds down from her corner and keeps the weasel and his sidekick at bay. The ringside disturbance is enough to draw Menendez' attention and she slips from the ring to restore order to her match. Meanwhile, Roxie still hammers the broad back of Hembra with no sign of mercy... that is until Hembra lobs a hand backward and cuffs a backhand off Roxie's cheek! As simple a move as it is, with the sheer force Hembra's able to exert, Roxie's sent staggering on her feet and fighting to keep her equilibrium. Seeming unaltered by the punishment she had absorbed, Hembra rises from her knee and turns about with wild eyes searching for Roxie. When she finds the HDC, she unleashes Hell! JH: My God, this monster looks like that vicious assault only moments ago hadn't phased her one bit! CM: You're damn right, Hitch! Hembra Montuo's a certifiable monster! As far as she's concerned, that onslaught from Roxie was little more than a momentary nuisance! CL: So what? She took a knee 'cause she wanted to pray?! CM: I don't know about any of that, but if it's praying you've got on the mind, you may as well go ahead and pray for Roxie Galanoochie! Maybe we should all take a knee, because as they speak Hembra's zeroed in on Roxie and has the HDC trapped in a corner. Roxie has no avenue for an escape... or does she? Desperate times call for desperate measures! Roxie turns about and scales the turnbuckles before throwing caution and her own body to the wind! A display of fighting courage to be sure, but whatever fight the HDC's throwing at Hembra falls short... or rather, right into Hembra's waiting arms! Plucking Roxie out of mid-air, Hembra hoists Roxie over head with scary ease and drops the bottom out with a body breaking Samoan Drop! All the air rushes from Roxie's body with a loud groan of agony. Hembra eases herself vertical before turning about and eyeing her victim. Dragging Roxie from the mat by her blond locks, Hembra short arms Roxie backward and then hurls her into an opposite corner before charging in an avalanching all of her weight down on top of Roxie with a Corner Splash! As Hembra backs away, Roxie sags lifelessly. Before she can drop, Hembra grabs her arm and sends her across the ring again into Lara's corner. Roaring out at the crowd, Hembra readies to squash Roxie again. Snorting and hoofing like a raging bull, Hembra lurches forward and explodes into a furious dash. Roxie's eyes pop open as she soaks in what could be the last thing she sees... but instead weaves to one side and lets all of Hembra's momentum work against her! Hembra grunts and weezes as her body collides with turnbuckle, and turnbuckle only! At the last second, Roxie had slipped from the corner, but is suddenly tripped... by Orion Oldroid! The crowd boos the FIW legend, and Orion plays it off as a necessary act... even when Toni herself protests Orion's less than favorable ringside antics. It's this argument that creates an opportunity for Roxie. Still feeling the effects of Hembra's assault, Roxie drags herself long the mat and, with one foul slap, brings the crowd to its feet! JH: The roof has officially been blown off of this arena! Kennedy! Kennedy! Kennedy has taken the tag and we're about to see one of the most anticipated showdowns in FIW today! CL: Hells yes! This is what I've been waiting for all match long! CM: Psh! Hembra's gonna squash Kennedy just like she does everyone else! You guys are setting yourselves up for a huge disappointment! Kennedy bounds in between the ropes and walks right up behind the recomposing Hembra. As Hembra comes about, she finds the stern features of the First Lady staring right back at her. The arena rumbles in anticipation of a fight! Both Hellcats square off with their eyes saying everything that needs to be said before the fists start to fly! Trading blows, Kennedy and Hembra stand toe to toe. Back and forth, fist after fist, the two dominant women blast into each other with reckless abandon! Finally, Hembra's strength is more than Kennedy can battle and the Amazon works Kennedy backward with repeated shots to the head. Feeling her dominance is untouchable, Hembra lurches Kennedy backward before propelling her into the ropes... and catches a forearm off her head! For perhaps the first time, Hembra Monstruo is taken off her feet! Kennedy rolls back to her own feet and stands waiting. As Hembra urges back to her feet, she's met with a flurry or punch and kick combos compliments of FIW's Premier Hellcat! Hembra's rocked on her feet and soon needs the help of the ring ropes to keep steady. Kennedy backs into the opposite ropes and charges forth with aided momentum, knocking Hembra out of the ring with a clothesline! To cap the excitement, Kennedy squats down and hurls herself over the top rope, pressing down on Hembra with the full weight of her dropping body! JH: What an exchange! What an exchange between Kennedy and Hembra Monstruo, folks! CM: This is.. this is impossible! She's a... I just... she can't... GAH! CL: If you're going to pop, Chip, do it over there... I'm wearing a clean shirt here. Before all the action had spilled over the top rope, both Roxie and Lara managed blind tags to their respective partners. Both Hellcats pounce into the ring an go right for each other! Lara ducks beneath a clothesline thrown by Roxie and follows up with a Neckbreaker! Lara gives Roxie little time to recover when she bounds to her feet and begs to HDC to rise! As Roxie stirs to her feet, Lara charges in and pounds the champ down with a hard clothesline! Again Roxie staggers to her feet but Lara's right behind her. Toni reaches around Roxie head, smothers her hands over her face, and yanks the HDC down as hard as she can with a Mat Slam! JH: Lara Toni drops the champ with that Behind You mat slam, and she's looking a little worse for wear! Is the number one contender going to get one up on the champion? CM: ... JH: What's his problem? CL: Oh, pouty here? Yea... still living in denial over Kennedy and Hembra. The impact of the mat slam tosses Roxie from her belly to her beck. Tori seizes the open opportunity and charges toward the ropes before springboarding a moonsault down on top of the HDC. Lara hooks a leg and shouts for Menendez who dives into place to make the count. [align=center]ONE! TWO! THR-KICK OUT![/align] JH: A close call for Lara Toni, but an even closer call for the reigning Hellcat division champion, Roxie Galanoochie! CL: Damn right! Lara Toni was just one second away form upsetting the champ, which would be huge for her title campaign! Frustrated with Roxie's refusal to die, Lara soots to her feet and screams for Roxie to get up as well. Roxie slowly stirs, and as she rises, catches a boot to the gut. Stunned and winded, Roxie's left open for Lara's custom jaw breaker! CL: INSTANT CLASSIC! LARA'S GOING TO PUT ROXIE AWAY WITH THE INSTANT CLASSIC AGA-NO! NO! JH: Roxie with a leg trip! A cover! Wait! She's got her feet on the ropes! Open your eyes, Menendez! Roxie's got her feet on the ropes! [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING![/align] Roxie drops her feet off the ropes long before referee Menendez rises from making the three count on Lara. The HDC bounds about as thrilled as anything, and before long, Kennedy slips back into the ring to join Roxie in the celebration. Lara rolls to her feet and confronts Menendez about the illegal pin, but Menendez drops the expected, “I didn't see it” lines on the number one contender. The celebration is cut short however, as Roxie spies an enraged Hembra rolling back into the ring. The champ makes a hasty retreat up the ramp and soon even Oldroid calls for Lara to make an escape with him. The only victim left is the unsuspecting and still celebrating Kennedy who's still atop a turnbuckle and working the crowd. Hembra stomps Kennedy's way, grinding her teeth and spitting aggression. JH: For the love of God, the match is over! This is nothing but a blatant attack! CM: Well if you ask me, I think it's about damn time someone put Kennedy in her place! So much for the First Lady! So much for the Premier Hellcat! So much for the-what the hell?! Down from the rafters it comes. A piercing rose stem cuts into the mat and stops Hembra dead in her tracks. 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| Kryten Shards | Feb 18 2008, 08:01 AM Post #5 |
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The shot returns to ringside as the opening sirens of Quincy Jones’ “Ironside” echo around the arena, accompanied by yellow lights flashing in sync with the noise. As the sirens die out, the lyrics for “A View to a Kill” by Duran Duran quickly replace them and two golden pyros erupt from the stage. The Edinburgh Arena fills with jeers as Ash Koopa steps through the curtain and stands atop the stage with a smirk on his face, whilst running his hands down the lapels of his ring jacket. Ash quickly heads down the steps and along the aisle, taking his time to point and yell at fans as he makes his way toward the ring. MA: “The following contest is a three-way elimination match, where the winner will spend one night with Jaime Lee! Introducing first, he weighs two-hundred and sixty-four pounds, and hails from Reading, England. This is ASH KOOPA!!” Finally reaching the ringside area, Ash trundles up the ring steps to the apron and scales the ring post, standing tall on the middle rope with his arms out-stretched. Ash glances around the arena with a smirk, then steps onto the top turnbuckle and hops down to the apron. Ignoring Mark Jackson, Ash charges across the ring and runs himself off the ropes, before slowing to a stop and posing for the fans. As the Scottish fans continue to jeer, Ash peels off his ring jacket and hands it to the referee, then makes his way to the ropes and begins stretching. JH: “In the ring right now is Ash Koopa. Not exactly the most successful man in the company, but he has got one HELL of an opportunity here. Whoever wins this match, they get to spend the night with Jaime Lee!” CL: “Kinda makes me wish I could jump in there and beat the tar out of these three guys.” CM: “Why don’t you? I’d have your back. From here, I mean.” CL: “You just want to see Blond put the choke on me, don’t you? Or have Ash trap me in that K-Klutch of his. I can just see the sadistic grin on your face as I pass out in the ring.” CM: “Calm down, you’re getting me all excited. If anything, I’d like to see Ninja stomp your face through the ring mat. But if Ash or Blondie get to you first, I wouldn’t really mind..” JH: “Easy Chip. This match hasn’t even started and you’re already trying to finish Constance off with all the big moves.” The PA fires into life again, this time with “Sharp Dressed Man” by The Black Feather Orchestra, drawing more jeers from the Scottish crowd as the arena lights dim. Through the darkness, clouds of dry ice rise up across the Edinburgh Arena and a pair of spotlights focus on the entrance way. [align=center]'Cause every girl's crazy ‘bout a Sharp Dressed Man![/align] Three blasts of pyro rise high above the stage as Mister Blond walks out, carefully adjusting his hair with a comb whilst paying little attention to the cries of the disapproving fans. Happy with his appearance, Blond heads down the steps and along the apron for the ring, before flicking his comb into the front row. MA: “And the opponents; first, at a weight of two-hundred and sixteen pounds and coming to us from Darkest, Louisiana, USA. He is a member of the Tanaka Zaibatsu; this is MISTER BLOND!!” As Mister Blond climbs the ring steps, he motions to a ringside attendant, who quickly scrambles onto the apron and sits on the middle rope to give easy access to the ring. However, before Blond can make it through the ropes, Ash pushes the attendant back down to ringside, much to the shock of Mister Blond. Standing just a few feet from the ropes, Ash challenges Blond to climb through the ropes whilst clenching his fist, looking ready to throw a punch. Clearly reluctant to enter, Blond puts one foot through the ropes, only for Ash to step forward and force Mister Blond back onto the apron. CL: “Interesting tactic; Ash isn’t letting Mister Blond into the ring. I suppose that it stops him from jumping Ash or trying some dirty tactics before the bell.” JH: “I don’t agree with it, personally. But, if anything, it’s a mind game. Ash is stopping Blond from entering because Blond knows Ash will go for him. These two have some ugly history to say the least.” CM: “It was only ugly because of El Lumberjacko’s mask..” JH: “It’s hard to argue that, I guess. But The Team With No Name did have some brutal battles with the Tanaka Zaibatsu this time last year and I can only assume that, despite changing his attitude, Ash still holds a grudge. As does Mister Blond.” Blond begins to argue with Ash from the apron as the lights cut out, bathing the arena in darkness. As “The Champ is Here” by JADA Kiss kicks the PA into life once again, the arena lights fade in with a dark shade of blue and another cloud of dry ice rolls across the stage. Suddenly, the arena lights begin flashing a combination of red, green, purple and blue in beat with the bongo drums echoing around the arena. [align=center]The champ is here, The champ is here, The champ is here, The champ is here, The Evil Genius.[/align] With cheers filling the arena, Extreme Ninja #2 pushes his way through the curtain and stops at the edge of the stage, observing the fans in attendance. Suddenly, Ninja raises a sign that reads ‘Bling in Edinburgh!’, before untying his entrance robe to reveal the Fighting Spirit Championship strapped around his waist. All the while, Ash continues to argue in the ring with Blond, who is still stood on the ring apron, protesting the attempted use of the fish hook. MA: “And the final combatant; weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-one pounds, from Detroit, Michigan. He is the current reigning Fighting Spirit Champion; EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWO!!” Ninja makes his way down the steps to the aisle, then breaks into a sprint in the direction of the ring. Upon reaching ringside, Ninja grabs Mister Blond’s legs and pulls him down from the apron. Caught up in the surprise, Blond spins around in confusion, allowing Ninja to connect with a swift headbutt to knock Blond from his feet. CL: “And it’s started before the bell can even sound! This match is going to be explosive!” CM: “So is the post-match celebration..” As Blond crawls around on the ringside mats, trying to find his ground, Ninja turns his attention to the ring, only for Ash to reach through the ropes and grab hold of his robe’s hood, pulling him onto the apron. Watching with a keen eye, Mark Jackson instantly motions for the bell as Ash drags Ninja through the ropes by the hood of his robe. [align=center]Ding! Ding! Ding![/align] JH: “And there’s the bell! This match is under way and Mister Blond isn’t even on his feet right now!” CM: “That’s because Ninja got a dirty cheap-shot on Blondie before the match began. He didn’t even have the courtesy to walk up to him. Ninja just ran up from behind and nutted the poor bastard..” Much to the chagrin of the crowd, Ash backs his masked opponent into the ropes and nails Ninja with a right hand to the jaw, then grabs his left wrist and whips the Fighting Spirit Champion across the ring. On the rebound, Ash ducks forward for a back body drop, only for Ninja to hook a front chancery and jump up from the canvas at an angle, before spiking Ash head-first with a tornado DDT in the middle of the ring. Ignoring the fact that he is still wearing his entrance attire, Extreme Ninja #2 scrambles on top of Ash and makes a lateral press for the pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THRE- NO!![/align] CM: “Holy moley! I thought that was it right there!” JH: “Extreme Ninja just planted Ash Koopa’s face into the canvas with that brutal DDT! I think Ash has to be thanking his lucky stars that he didn’t fall at the first hurdle!” Ninja quickly gets to his feet and peels off his entrance robe, throwing it through the ropes to ringside before removing the Fighting Spirit Championship and passing it to Mark Jackson. Glancing around, Ninja quickly heads to the ropes facing the stage and slingshots over the top to crash down on Mister Blond, taking him off his feet with a pescado. Not wanting to waste any time, Ninja pulls Blond to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope, then climbs onto the apron and begins to scale the turnbuckles. CL: “Looks like Extreme Ninja is rather desperate to win this match..” CM: “Considering that he is a mute pro wrestler with a dragon face, I can’t imagine that he gets many girls on his arm. This could be Ninja’s only chance for happiness.” As Blond stumbles back to his feet, Ninja dives from the top turnbuckle and crashes down onto his opponent again, this time with a crossbody. However, Mister Blond manages to use the momentum to his advantage and rolls through the pin attempt, then looks to get to his feet, only to hook Ninja’s left arm and fall backward into a cross-armbreaker, drawing a small round of applause from the Scottish crowd. Fighting the pain of the hold, Ninja manages to push himself up from the canvas and stacks his weight on top of Mister Blond, trapping him in a pinning situation. [align=center]ONE TW-[/align] JH: “A smart counter by Extreme Ninja, forcing Mister Blond to release the jujiigatami by pinning his shoulders to the canvas. Though, I have to say, it was an impressive counter by Blond to even get Ninja into that situation.” CM: “You should never under-estimate a member of the Tanaka Zaibatsu. They’re all super sneaky, like Russian spies. Except a lot less subtle, if you get me?” CL: “Not really, no..” The two men quickly get back to their feet and look to lock-up, only for Mister Blond to bury his knee in Ninja’s mid-section, before grabbing his left arm and wrenching it around. Before Blond can apply a hold, Ninja quickly spins out to neutralise the pressure and uses the momentum to score with a deep arm drag, sending Blond rolling to the canvas. As Ninja gets back to his feet, stalking his opponent carefully, Ash spins him around from behind and catches Ninja off-guard with a stiff clothesline, knocking him to the canvas. Turning his attention away from Extreme Ninja #2, Ash helps Blond back to his feet, only to nail him on the jaw with a reverse elbow, leaving Blond dazed. Ash quickly scoops Blond up and plants him on the canvas with a body slam, then follows with a knee drop to the face. CL: “And there’s the size and strength advantage. Out of nowhere, Ash injects himself into the match and does a ton of damage with very basic moves.” JH: “The fact that he’s so much bigger than either of his opponents, you have to wonder if Ninja and Blond would consider pairing up to eliminate Ash from the match to make it easier for themselves.” Ash quickly gets to his feet and pulls Ninja up from the canvas, then grabs his left wrist and whips him into the far corner of the ring. With Ninja dazed against the turnbuckles, Ash charges across the ring and engulfs his masked opponent with an avalanching splash, before taking a step back and nailing Extreme Ninja #2 with a haymaker to the jaw. As Ninja slumps against the turnbuckles, Ash buries his knee into the masked Champion’s mid-section, then hoists him onto the top turnbuckle pad. Ash gingerly climbs the ropes and tries to trap his opponent in a double underhook, only for Ninja to battle free of the hold and catch Ash off-guard with a palm strike to the chin. Ninja follows up by driving Ash face-first into the top turnbuckle pad, then carefully tries to stand upright on the top rope as the Scottish fans get to their feet. JH: “This. Looks. Dangerous!” As Mister Blond stumbles back to his feet in the middle of the ring, Extreme Ninja #2 finds his footing on the top rope and jumps up to deliver a double stomp to the back of Ash’s head, driving him face-first into the top turnbuckle pad. Using the momentum, Ninja then dives forward and performs a front somersault; barely sailing over Blond’s head and pulling him into a sunset flip cradle. [align=center]ONE TWO THR- KICK OUT!![/align] CL: “How the Hell did Ninja do that?!” CM: “I guess that’s the reason they call him Extreme Ninja. That was absolutely crazy and I’m surprised that Blondie was able to kick out, simply because I’d be in shock if that happened to me!” JH: “That was absolutely insane! I think that when people look back at this match, they’ll remember that crazy move!” Whilst Mister Blond stumbles up in a daze, Ninja quickly gets to his feet and runs the ropes. On the rebound, Ninja jumps up onto Blond’s shoulders and attempts a hurracanrana, only for Mister Blond to counter the momentum and shove him off. Using his impressive agility, Ninja manages to land safely on his feet and looks to rush his opponent, only for Mister Blond to bury his knee into Ninja’s mid-section and reach around his mask with both arms, trapping him in a cravat. Quick to react, Extreme Ninja spins out of the hold, forcing Blond to switch to a front chancery. In a bid to escape the hold, Ninja lifts Blond for an attempted Northern Lights suplex, only for Mister Blond to manoeuvre himself over Ninja’s shoulder and land behind his masked opponent. Before Extreme Ninja #2 can react, Blond lifts him from the canvas and dumps Ninja with a belly-to-back suplex in the middle of the ring. CM: “It’s not too often we see Mister Blond pull out a suplex; it just shows how big a prize this match has to offer! One night with Jaime Lee, to do whatever you want with her!” CL: “Or, at least, what she’ll let you do..” Mister Blond quickly gets to his feet and stomps on the back of Ninja’s head, then heads over to the corner of the ring as Ash slowly pulls himself down turnbuckles. Blond grabs hold of Ash’s head and runs his face along the top rope, using the friction to burn away at the skin on his forehead, before backing him into the corner. With Ash still dazed, Blond rakes at Ash’s eyes with his right hand, then ducks down and drives his shoulder into Ash’s mid-section. Blond grabs Ash’s left wrist and leans in, looking to whip his opponent across the ring, but instead clamps his teeth down on Ash’s ear, prompting a blood-curdling scream of agony. JH: “Oh my..” CM: “Blondie’s hungry for ear! Sometimes, I love the fact that Blondie is so unconventional with his ring style. And other times, like now, I’m slightly wishing he’d convert to Lucha Libre..” Before Mark Jackson can grasp the situation, Blond releases his hold on the ear and wrenches Ash’s arm around into a wrist lock. Using the hold to his advantage, Mister Blond forces Ash down to his knees, then places Ash’s hand on the canvas and stomps on his fingers, drawing another pained scream. CL: “This is definitely a more sadistic side to Mister Blond. And I can’t say I’m enjoying it that much. It’s quite painful to sit here and watch these targeted attacks..” JH: “I guess he’s returning the favour from earlier. Ash wouldn’t let Mister Blond into the ring and now he’s just hurting certain parts of Ash’s body for the sake of it.” Turning his attentions away from Ash, Mister Blond heads across the ring toward Extreme Ninja #2. From behind, Blond reaches around Ninja’s mask with both hands and steps in front of his right leg, trapping the Fighting Spirit Champion in an abdominal stretch in the middle of the ring. Whilst Ninja struggles against the hold, Blond tries to lift his right leg over his opponent’s head, only for Ninja to suddenly counter with a hip toss. As Blond stumbles back to his feet, Ninja catches him with a roundhouse kick to the mid-section and forces Blond into a standing head-scissor. With a handful of trucks, Ninja pulls Blond upright and drops to the canvas, spiking Mister Blond head-first with a piledriver. CL: “The hair! Extreme Ninja #2 planted Blond hair-first with a big piledriver! This could be the end of Mister Blond’s outing tonight!” JH: “We’ll have to stop the match and get the emergency stylists out here to fix that. I just hope they’ve got a stretcher big enough to carry that huge quiff..” CM: “Mock the man all you like. But if he manages to win the match and his hair gets it on with Jaime, you won’t be laughing. Chances are, you’ll start growing your own blond bush in the hopes of getting to nail hot chicks.” CL: “Harsh, man.” Clutching at his hair, Mister Blond slowly rolls across the canvas and under the bottom rope, before lying prone on the apron. With Blond incapacitated, Ninja turns his attention to his other opponent as Ash stumbles to his feet in the corner. Ninja rushes forward and jumps up, landing with his feet on Ash’s legs, and attempts a monkey flip, only for Ash to over-power him and block the move. Unsure what to do next, Ninja glances around in confusion as Ash holds him in place. Suddenly, Ash lifts Ninja down from his legs and hooks him in a body clutch, then hoists Extreme Ninja #2 up and drops him awkwardly across his out-stretched knee for an uranage backbreaker. Quick to follow up, Ash makes a cover on Ninja, hooking the near leg for the lateral press. [align=center]ONE[/align] JH: “Huge backbreaker!” [align=center]TWO THRE- NO!![/align] CL: “That uranage backbreaker came out of nowhere! I haven’t seen Ash do that before; he’s been keeping a few moves hidden from us!” JH: “What a time to use it though! Extreme Ninja’s back bent in a way that even a slinky isn’t designed to go! I can’t even begin to imagine the pain going through Extreme Ninja’s back right now..” Ash raises three fingers at Mark Jackson in protest, then slowly gets to his feet and pulls Ninja up from the canvas. Holding Ninja up by his top, Ash looks around at the Scottish fans and begins pulling at the straps on the back of Ninja’s mask. With a sudden surge of energy, Ninja breaks free of Ash’s grip and spins around to face his opponent, before jumping up and connecting with an enzuguiri to the head. Unable to follow up, Ninja lays exhausted on the canvas as Ash staggers awkwardly in a daze, before dropping to his knees and slumping forward on the canvas. CM: “I can’t believe Ash just tried to take over Ninja’s mask! That’s like opening a can of brand name Ugly. It affects everyone..” CL: “I guess Ash was trying to make a memory by removing Extreme Ninja’s mask in the middle of the ring. Not a bad strategy on his part, but still not the best of things to do whilst wrestling a match..” All the while, at ringside, Mister Blond snatches the Fighting Spirit Championship from the time keeper and makes his back into the ring. Quickly getting to his feet, Blond clutches the belt in his right hand, whilst using his left hand to try and restore the former glory of his now-flat hair. JH: “Blond has the Fighting Spirit belt! He’s going to get himself disqualified!” CM: “He is oddly over-protective of his hair. I guess that piledriving a man with a fetish for his own hair isn’t a smart move; especially when that man is part of the Tanaka Zaibatsu. Terrible things can happen..” Ignoring Mark Jackson’s pleas to drop the belt, Blond stalks Extreme Ninja #2 from behind, motioning for him to get to his feet. As Ninja slowly stumbles up, the Scottish fans get to their feet and shout out warnings for their masked Champion. Slowly, Ninja stumbles around in a circle to find his bearings, prompting Blond to lunge forward and swing wildly with the belt, only for Ninja to duck under the shot. As Mister Blond quickly spins around to find his opponent, Ninja throws his feet forward and connects with a dropkick to the knee, causing Blond to crumple to his knees. Quickly getting back to his feet, Ninja snatches the belt away from Blond and follows up with a roundhouse kick to the back of Blond’s head, causing him to slump forward. JH: “That quick thinking just saved Ninja’s bacon!” CM: “He has bacon?” JH: “Possibly, though it was just a figure of speech.” Ninja hands the belt back to Mark Jackson and glances around the ring, unable to find what he is looking for. Moving to the ropes facing the stage, Ninja points up the aisle to his sign, quickly realising that he dropped it during his entrance. Not wanting to lose his momentum, Ninja turns and points at Mister Blond, then stomps his right foot twice, before running the ropes. Quickly rebounding, Ninja steps up onto Blond’s leg and jumps over his opponent’s head, before continuing on to the opposite set of ropes. Ninja rebounds off the ropes a second time and jumps up, bringing his foot down on the back of Blond’s head to drive him face-first into the canvas. JH: “”I STEP ON YOU!!” Quick to follow up, Extreme Ninja #2 rolls Mister Blond over onto his back and looks to make the cover, but stops himself. Standing slightly hunched over, Ninja slowly raises his hands to his head, making it look as though he is panicked by something. CL: “Why isn’t Extreme Ninja making the cover?! He could eliminate Blond from this match and dash his dreams of getting with Jaime Lee.” JH: “This is a little surreal..” Holding his head with his right hand, Ninja lowers his left hand and begins waving it about. He begins shaking his head from side-to-side, starting slowly, but quickly gaining speed. As the fans murmur in confusion, Ninja quickly glances around in a panic, then turns and quickly climbs through the ropes to ringside. Again, he glances around at the crowd, then rushes up the aisle and heads straight for the backstage area, prompting Mark Jackson to start a count against him. [align=center]- ONE -[/align] CL: “What the Hell is Ninja doing?! He’s going to get himself counted out!” CM: “I think that’s what he wants to do..” [align=center]- TWO -[/align] Realising the situation, the fans in attendance begin jeering Ninja’s decision to remove himself from the match. All the while, Ash crawls over to the ropes facing the stage and watches carefully as the referee continues to count. [align=center]- THREE -[/align] JH: “I just don’t get this. Why would Extreme Ninja run out on a match?” CM: “Perhaps he’s just realised he’s gay and that winning would be unfair to Blondie and Ash.” [align=center]- FOUR -[/align] CM: “Better yet, he’s impotent and doesn’t want people knowing.” CL: “I can’t imagine that Jaime would publicly announce that. I don’t think she’s that insensitive..” [align=center]- FIVE -[/align] JH: “Whatever the reason, Extreme Ninja #2 has run out on this match and is half-way to being officially counted out.” CM: “That pretty much puts a dampener on his so-called ‘fighting spirit’ as far as I’m concerned. The Boss should strip him of the belt right now!” [align=center]- SIX -[/align] Still watching the stage, Ash begins arguing with the referee over the count, only for Mark Jackson to shake his head and send Ash away. At the same time, Mister Blond begins to stir on the canvas, clutching at the back of his head from the earlier shot. [align=center]- SEVEN -[/align] CL: “I think Ash was petitioning referee Mark Jackson to eliminate Extreme Ninja now..” JH: “I don’t blame him, really. Right now, he can’t do anything as it will distract the referee from his count and prevent Extreme Ninja from being eliminated. Ash has to wait it out..” [align=center]- EIGHT -[/align] Suddenly, the camera cuts to the top of the stage as the curtains part. Much to the dismay of the Scottish fans, Jeff Noon walks out and holds up his hands in confusion, before shaking his head. With his job done, Jeff heads back through the curtain and out of sight. [align=center]- NINE -[/align] JH: “I thought that was going to be Extreme Ninja coming back then.” CL: “I guess he’s disappeared from the building. But this is incredibly weird. He looked like he was having a panic attack or something in the ring..” [align=center]- TEN -[/align] Ash begins pumping his arms in the air as the referee calls for the bell, then heads across the ring and announces his decision to Michael Anderson. MA: “Ladies and gentlemen, due to a count-out, Extreme Ninja Number Two has been eliminated!” The Edinburgh Arena fills with jeers at the announcement. Ignoring the fans, Ash quickly makes his way across the ring toward Mister Blond and bullies him into a collar-elbow tie-up. Using his size advantage, Ash forces Blond backwards into the corner and quickly breaks from the grapple, only to lay into Blond with a pair of right haymakers and force him to cover up. Mark Jackson quickly intervenes and forces Ash to back away from the corner, allowing Blond an opportunity to breathe. CL: “So, we’re down to Ash and Blondie. Now let’s see who wants to win this match and Jaime Lee’s heart the most.” JH: “Already, Ash is stepping up the aggression. Just think of the memories he could make for the fans by winning this match. Not that they’d be family-friendly memories, I’m sure..” CM: “And think what a win like this could do for the Tanaka Zaibatsu. I’m sure Daisuke said he was looking for a new secretary..” CL: “It’s ‘One Night with Jaime’. Not ‘Find Jaime a new profession’.” Ash pushes past Mark Jackson and heads back toward the corner, only for Mister Blond to lunge forward and wrap himself around Ash’s left leg, quickly pulling him to the canvas for a school boy cradle. [align=center]ONE TWO THR- KICK OUT!![/align] The two men quickly scramble to their feet and Blond moves forward to try and take the advantage, only for Ash to grab hold of his hair and fling him backward, driving the back of his head into the canvas. CM: “Oh man, that was brutal!” Standing in the middle of the ring, Ash carefully inspects his hands and pulls a few blonde strands of hair from between his fingers, discarding them on the canvas. Ash pulls Mister Blond up from the canvas, then grabs hold of his head and drives him face-first into his out-stretched knee, leaving Blond slumped on the canvas. With Blond face-down, Ash runs his index finger across his throat, then tries to hook Blond’s head for the K-Klutch, only for Mister Blond to react quickly and shuffle across the canvas, barely getting his right foot on the bottom rope. JH: “Mister Blond saving himself momentarily. Ash was looking for the K-Klutch; that painful submission move that he likes to use. And every time that he has used it, he’s won his match.” CL: “That’s got to be a worrying statistic for Mister Blond. And just about anyone else who goes up against Ash..” Ash quickly gets to his feet and begins arguing with the referee, whilst Mister Blond pulls at the ropes in an attempt to get to his feet. As Ash turns away from the referee, Blond lunges forward and nails Ash in the forehead with a straight punch, knocking him to the canvas. Taking a second to gather his wits, Blond quickly crawls on top of Ash to make the cover. [align=center]ONE[/align] CL: “That was the Knuckle Arrow!” [align=center]TWO THRE- KICK OUT!![/align] JH: “That was a close call for Ash there. Mister Blond threw the big punch and it connected, but it just didn’t get the job done this time. Now, he needs to take advantage of this momentum and fast..” CM: “Blondie knows what he’s doing, Hitchen. Leave the wrestling to Blondie and the commentating to me. In fact, you could just go home if you wanted to..” JH: “Thanks, but no thanks. I need to pay my bills..” With a frustrated look on his face, Blond argues with the referee over the count, then struggles to his feet. Blond takes a moment to gather his wits, then pulls Ash up from the canvas, positioning him on his knees in the middle of the ring. Standing behind his opponent, Blond reaches around Ash’s head and looks to apply the Choke Sleeper, only for Ash to grab his left arm, much to Blond’s surprise. Suddenly, Ash falls to his right and pulls Blond over his shoulder, performing an awkward arm drag on Mister Blond to send him rolling to the canvas. However, Blond uses the momentum to his advantage and rolls through to his feet, before running himself into the ropes. On the rebound, Blond throws his feet forward and looks to connect with the Quiff Kick only for Ash to roll out of the way and avoid contact. CL: “Jesus Christ! When was the last time you saw Mister Blond try that Quiff Kick?! More importantly, when was the last time you saw someone actually avoid it?” JH: “That would’ve been the end of the match for sure. Ash was like lucky that he was able to telegraph that, otherwise his head could’ve landed in the front row.” As Blond struggles back to his feet, cradling his back in pain, Ash hooks his legs and lifts Blond into the air, before dropping him throat-first on the top rope. In a daze, Blond staggers in a circle, allowing Ash to kick him in the stomach. Ash quickly applies a front chancery and hooks Blond’s left leg, then lifts him vertical for a fisherman suplex, only to suddenly drop Mister Blond forward and score with a sit-out powerbomb in the middle of the ring. As Ash struggles back to his feet, he grabs Blond’s legs and rolls his opponent over onto his stomach, then jumps forward and sits down on Blond’s back, before hooking his head and trapping him in the K-Klutch. CL: “The K-Klutch is on! Blond has nowhere to go!” CM: “Even if he did, I don’t think he’d know where he was. That powerbomb knocked him senseless!” Mister Blond begins clawing at Ash’s hands, hoping to break the painful hold, but to no avail. As Ash pulls back on his head to increase the pressure, Blond tries to position his legs under his stomach to create some leverage. However, Ash begins rocking back and forth, making the pressure even worse and, with reluctance, Blond slaps the canvas with his free arm to signal his submission. CM: “Blondie submitted!” Mark Jackson calls for the bell to end the match and the PA fires into life with “A View to a Kill” as Ash releases the hold on his opponent. MA: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match by submission and the man set to enjoy one night with Jaime Lee. ASH KOOPA!!” Ash gets to his feet and throws his arms in the air, then allows Mark Jackson to hold his arms up, signifying the victory in Ash’s favour. As Mister Blond clutches at the back of his head, Ash viciously stomps on his downed opponent, then makes his way over to the ropes and begins to taunt the fans. JH: “Well, Ash picks up his first convincing win of the year and what a pay-off he’ll get for this; one night with Jaime Lee, the former Hellcat Champion. In my estimation, that’s better than holding the Dual Crown for one night..” CL: “Like I said earlier, it would depend entirely on what she’d be willing to do. And with Ash, I can’t imagine it being a whole lot.” CM: “Don’t be a player-hater. Talk about Ninja and his cowardly ways. He couldn’t handle the pressures of the match and he just walked out. Actually, he ran, but still..” CL: “I’m sure we’ll get answers to that some point during the course of this coming week. I think everyone will want to know what was going through Extreme Ninja Number Two’s head at that exact moment..” CM: “He’s a coward, I tell you.” JH: “As Constance said, we’ll most likely find out during the course of this week. All I can say is that I hope this isn’t something to do with The Rejects getting in his head and doing something to him. The last thing we need is another person to defect to their group..” |
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| Kryten Shards | Feb 18 2008, 08:17 AM Post #6 |
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MA: “This upcoming bout is scheduled for one fall and will be held under six man tag rules…..” [align=center]As the music starts White flashing lights pan from left to right alternatively to the Riff. MA: “Introducing first from Hull, England and weighing in at 232 pounds….ONE HUNDRED PERCENT……JAYYYYYYYYY BAINNNNNNNAH!!!!!!!!!!” [align=center]“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 grabs 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 a bit 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] JH: “Rookie, Jay Bain being teamed tonight with two men that have established their names in this very sport and more importantly FIW. Tonight will be a learning experience for this youngster. The teachers being a former World champion, Nightmare and could be Dual Crown champion, Liam Mortell.” CM: “Not if Ethan Adams has any say in it he won’t.” CL “And Nightmare hasn’t been to impressive as of late. As a matter of fact he hasn’t even been in the main event since his Slam! days.” JH: “He’ll be facing Kiyoshi for the title next week in response to their match last week.” CL: “And he’ll find he has no place in such a match…next week.” 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: “Hailing from Portland, Oregon and measuring in at 275 pounds…..THE PRINCE OF PAIN….THE DARK KNIGHT……NIIIIIGGHHHHTTTTTMMAARRREEEEE!!!!!!” [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. CM: “This guy is such a hack. I don’t know why we even bother with him.” JH: “I’d like you to call him a hack to his face.” With this Chip stands up from the announce booth and hollers out to Nightmare garnering the superstars attention. Chip then hollers out at the Prince of Pain but over the roar of the crowd he is hardly audible. CM: “NIGHTMARE…..YOUR A HACK!!!” Nightmare smiles and nods at Chip then gives him a thumbs up before going back to strategizing with Jay Bain. It is that acknowledgement that makes it clear he did not hear the announcer at all but was just replying as if he said something nice. CL: “Well at least he knows it.” JH: “He didn’t even hear him.” [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: “Weighing in at 220 pounds and making his way to the ring from Cheltenham, England. HE…IS…..LIIIIAAAMMMMMM MMMOOORRRRRTTELLLLLLLL!!!” 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: “My vote for MVP of the match right there!” CM: “What does that stand for? Marked…Very…Poor? God knows he doesn’t hold a candle to anyone else in the main event scene!” JH: “Is that why he took the Dual Crown champion to the limit only for the time to expire?” CM: “He got lucky.” JH: “If that is true then the same could be said about Ethan Adams.” CM: “Don’t you listen when Ethan speaks? ETHAN ADAMS….” CL: “STOP!!!” CM: “Does not need luck!” [align=center]Without warning the lights cut out and plunge the arena into darkness, a few fans jeer and a few even scream. Static white noise fills the sound system and grows louder, and louder until it is nearing unbearable to human ears to withstand it. Gradually it morphs and changes, sounding more like a growl of something inhuman than mere white noise. It is then that the select few dark tinted blue lights shine and scan the arena slowly as if attempting to spot someone or something within the crowd. This is the year where hope fails you The test subjects run the experiments And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate But cohesive is possible if we strive There’s no reason, there’s no lesson No time like the present, telling you right now What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose Except your soul Who's with us?! An explosion of flames erupts from the stage and along the path, and even the four turnbuckles are engulfed in it. The dark blue lights glide across the crowd and head towards a single point, they all come down onto the entrance stage at the same time. I am the bad one, Distant and cruel one, I am the dream that, Keeps you running down, With distraction, Violent reaction, Scars of my actions, Watch me running out, Spurts of flames explode and grow amongst this burning inferno and then it happens, figures begin to appear and they are rising from beneath the stage! Four white hooded figures stand in a semi-circle, as they move level with the top of the stage until it reaches its destination. Once the lift stops moving all four men move out in a line on the stage facing the ring and their opponents. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects It is the Morning Star of FIW that is the first to move, walking over to the one closest to the center and moves down to the aisle. Moving after the ring general, the Dual Crown champion, Kiyoshi moves slowly behind him. Tottington and Love keep pace on either side behind the champion keeping the ranks close. The four men walk through the flames that lick at their clothes, looking like they are coming from the depths of Hell itself. Yeah, I am the brains, Some say insane, Blood is the rain, That's what life's about, In the great wide, Head split and tongue tied, Watch the sun die, When you're running out, Younger fans remain in a hushed state and look on fearfully at the flames and the men walking through them while the older fans curse the group. Silently they maneuver through the flames and down the path way one at a time, and filter around ringside from there. In unison the four cloaked men leap up, landing on the apron in a kneeled position on all sides of the ring. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects MA: “At a combined weight of 785 pounds and being lead to the ring by Onikage. They are KIYOSHI NAKAHATA, DRAKE LOVE, AND COLBERT TOTTINGTON….THE REEEJJJECTTSSSSS!!!!” Like wayward souls the blue lights mimic the cloaked ones, moving down the path way one by one until they stop in the center of the ring. Each of the white hooded cloaked figures steps into the ring just as another explosion of flames occurs from the turnbuckles. Colbert and Drake move towards the ropes, getting up on the middle one. While Kiyoshi stands in the center of the ring with Onikage as the music blares through the arena. Yeah I am the knuckle, Bow down and buckle, Hold your breath, Your world is running down, Live for the family, Die with the family, All is the family, My gun is running out, Once again in unison the right hand of each of them comes up to their hoods and pull them back altogether. Now fully visible to the crowd the men fold their arms over their chests. With the one in the very center’s pure white void like eyes belonging to the self proclaimed “Light of FIW”, Onikage. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. Colbert and Drake both hop off their respected perches and fall into the center, all four of them standing in a row. They all stare out at the fans in attendance as they are jeered and the music attempts to be heard over the reaction of the fans. Each one of their white cloaks glows eerily within the dark lights and the flames surrounding them as they stand there like statues. Like a row of dominos they all bow their heads one by one and as they do the flames gradually die out and the blue lights fade in exchange for the normal lights. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects… The Devil’s Rejects… Finally the music dies out and leaves only the jeers to shower the Rejects in, that they all ignore sans Onikage. Who just smiles out at the fans, waving to them like he genuinely likes each and every one of them by some strange twist of fate. Eventually he stops and the faction huddles, talking amongst themselves for what waits ahead for them. Hardly paying attention at the moment to anything that is going on around them, and their comrades at ringside.[/align] CL: “Two very entrances could be very well showing how this match will pan out. One team coming out as a group of individuals and the other moving unified as three strong.” JH: “Indeed Nightmare, Liam, and Jay are not familiar with working with each other but they are all tough competitors in their own right. Official, Tony Clarke checks over all six men and explains the rules briefly before ushering Onikage out of the ring and prompting the teams to decide whom of their teams will start the match. Appearing as though it was already predetermined, Colbert Tottington remains in his corner as Kiyoshi and Drake climb out grabbing hold of the respective tag ropes in their corner. On the other side of the ring Nightmare, Liam, and Jay debate as if they are running for president of the United States and seem to come to no conclusion. Just then what appears to be a small paper, rock, scissor tournament breaks out with Liam beating Nightmare who turns to Jay only to lose out with paper covering rock. With it decided Liam and Jay climb out of the ring grabbing their tag ropes and Nightmare prepares to take on Colbert in the opening moments of the bout. Though our match cannot start with out Tony Clarke calling for the opening bell. [align=center]DING DING[/align] The first two competitors of the match circle briefly before meeting in the middle with a collar and elbow tie up. Though the tie up does not last long, with Colbert driving a quick knee up into his opponent’s ribs doubling him over. He then brings clubbing forearms down over the back of his head in an attempt to wear him down even further and staggering him back toward his corner. Not wanting Nightmare to be able to tag in a fresh man Tottington pulls him away from the corner and then pushes him back into the ropes before launching him with a whip across the ring. Nightmare hits the opposing ropes and rebounds back at Colbert who is awaiting his return. A failed attempt at a clothesline sends Tottington spinning around and right into the arms of Nightmare who grabs him by the neck and crotch and lifts him high into the air. JH: “What a show of strength by Nightmare!” Nightmare moves around the ring a bit shaky but manages to drop his opponent down to his back with a gorilla press slam. Colbert screams out in pain but still manages to get back to his feet only to find himself hoisted over Nightmare’s head once again. One more gorilla press slam finds Colbert on his back calling out in agony but something in his head tells him to keep moving to his feet and so he does. This time though as he moves upward Nightmare moves for a forearm strike and Tottington ducks under. As Nightmare turns back to him he spins in place with a discus clothesline putting all two hundred forty pounds into Nightmare and leveling him to his back. Colbert then moves back to his feet and moves to the ropes. As he bounces off he dives into the air for a knee drop over Nightmare’s head but the former Fighting Spirit Champion sits up causing Colbert’s knee to come crashing into the canvas. As he rolls out of the way Nightmare moves to his feet and quickly goes to his corner tagging in a fresh man and taking the time for a breather. Tottington sees this move by Nightmare and follows suit tagging in Drake Love who as he climbs through the ropes meets up with Liam Mortell of the opposing team. JH: “The Flycore Champion in now for the Reject’s and Liam Mortell to represent his team.” CM: “You realize most the people watching are not visually impaired?” Just like the opening of the match, Drake and Liam go into a collar and elbow tie up and much like the opening tie up the Reject’s gain ground with a knee to the ribs. Again this is followed up with clubs to the back of the neck and Mortell to the ropes. Love pulls the once number one contender to Kiyoshi’s title off the ropes and sailing across the ring into the opposing ropes. As he returns he reaches out grabbing Liam around the waist and brings him over with a belly to belly throw. This drives Liam into the canvas and knocks the wind out of him but not his drive to move back to his feet. Drake moves in clubbing him over the neck yet again and then grabs him by the arm and pulls him off the ropes again toward the opposing ropes. Instead Mortell reverses the whip and sends Love to the ropes and as the Flycore champ returns Liam dives to the mat causing Drake to hop over preventing from tripping. Liam bounds back to his feet as Drake returns and leaps over his head and lands on his feet just on the other side of his opponent. Love hits the ropes yet again and Mortell dives back down nearly being plowed over by the two hundred eighty five pound champion. Again the English Gentlemen moves to his feet quickly and as Drake moves back at him he catches him around the waist and hoists him into the air and then turns driving him into the mat with a hard hitting spine buster. JH: “SPINE-SHATTTTERING!!!!” CM: “AHHHHH! HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES? HOW MANY BITCHEN!? FUUUCK!” CL: “What you mean you don’t like the shattering of the spine?” CM:: “You know what? FUCK YOU and FUCK YOU! FUCK BOTH OF YOU!” Now with Drake planted to the mat and dazed Colbert reinserts himself into the match much against the referee’s discouragement to do so. Liam is quick to spot him out of the corner of his eye and moves in giving him a boot to the stomach causing him to double over. As he does this Drake is pulling himself up on the ropes slowly and Liam grabs Colbert by the head and moves in toward his partner who is just moving to his feet. Drake attempts to thwart his opponents double attack but Liam is one step ahead booting him to the stomach as well. He then grabs Drake around his head but the Reject’s have other plans as the hoist the English Gentleman off his feet going for a double back drop. As they pull him off his feet Liam rolls over their backs landing on his feet Colbert is first to turn around and spots Liam on his feet. The Reject moves in after his opponent as Clarke is right there trying to get him out of the ring. Liam jumps into the air with a well placed dropkick and sends Colbert reeling backward into his partner and sends them both toppling to the mat like dominoes. JH: “Liam Mortell taking the fight to not one but TWO, Reject members! And you guys don’t think he’s cut out for the main event!” CM: “Whooopiieee!!!” Tony Clarke quickly ushers Colbert out of the ring and to the outside as Liam moves back to his feet and grabs Drake up by an arm pulling him up with him. He then gives the arm a good twist and moves to his corner looking to tag in Jay Bain who is dancing with anticipation to get his way into the match. As soon as hands connect Jay bounds up to the top and leaps of driving a fist into Drake’s arm in a further attempt to weaken the arm. As Drake holds onto his arm Jay moves in with repeated snap jabs to the side of his opponents head alternating hands with each blow until Drake stumbles into the ropes. Jay then pushes his opponent back into the ropes and pulls him off in an attempt to whip him into the opposing ropes. This attempt however is failed as Drake reverses the flow of the whip and sends Jay to the ropes instead. As he returns Drake ducks down exposing himself to Jay who puts on the brakes and bring a foot up into his opponent’s chest. Drake staggers backward momentarily and Jay puts the gas on moving toward the Flycore champion. As he gets near Drake moves into action spinning in place and then nailing a forearm lariat that sends Jay toppling back onto his ass as the crowd gasp at the impact. Drake then moves forward grabbing up Bain and pulls him to his feet where he is launched into the ropes yet again. Love has his mind set on completing what he was attempting before but just like last time falls short as Jay finds the upper hand and grabs him around the neck as he puts on the brakes one more time. He rotates Drake over quickly and then drops him to the mat with a reverse DDT as the crowd cheers him on. He then hops back up to his feet to celebrate with the crowd but it might just be a bit soon for that. JH: “The kid is doing good and he knows it! He’s a future Dual Crown if you ask me!” CL: “Rookie mistake. Don’t celebrate until you’ve pinned your opponents to the mat for a three count.” Drake lies on the mat holding the back of his head and kicks a foot to the mat as Jay turns to him and picks him back to his feet. He pushes him into the ropes and prepares to send him running again. Instead, Drake reverses the whip and sends Jay toward the enemy corner into the ropes. As Bain hits the ropes Colbert is right there with a knee extended and drives it into the back of his opponent. Jay winces in pain but his adrenaline kicks in and he turns punching Tottington for the cheap attack and sends him reeling. He then turns his attention to Kiyoshi who is seemingly minding his own business and swings on him. Kiyoshi leans back nearly getting caught in the face with a hard right hand and then pulls himself back driving his head straight into Jay’s and knocks him off guard as Drake moves in for the kill squashing his opponent into the turnbuckle. Drake then reaches to Kiyoshi and brings him into the match for the first time this bout. The Dual Crown steps through the ropes and Drake motion for the double team but the champ wants Bain for himself and instructs Love out of the ring. Speaking of outside the ring, as Drake climbs through the ropes we see Colbert diligently working away at removing the protective padding from the turnbuckle and is clearly up to no good. Kiyoshi wastes no time peeling Jay’s body off the ropes and stoops him over at the waist and begins to drive hard knee strikes into his forehead repeatedly. He then pulls his opponent upward and plants a foot behind him jerking him off balance and hurling him to the mat with a Judo throw. The Dual Crown then picks his opponent back to his feet and puts him to the ropes whipping him toward ropes. Jay returns only to be hoisted off the ground as Nakahata goes for a power slam. However with the momentum he is hoisted up with Jay manages to follow his weight through and drop down behind his opponent. Then in a flash he bolts to his corner diving and slapping the hand of Nightmare who moves through the ropes like a bull seen red. JH: “Locked, cocked and ready to fire! That in my summation is the best way to describe Nightmare’s demeanor.” CL: “Maybe you mean back fire!” Nightmare charges in with so much gusto that he is caught off guard with a drop toe hold into the opponent corner and head first into the exposed steel of the turnbuckle. Tony Clarke sees the action but does not realize that Colbert had pulled it off. He picks up the pad and points it at Drake and Colbert but each play innocent in the act. On the other hand Nightmare is cracked open and beginning to bleed from his head and Kiyoshi looks a bit annoyed that this instance happened. He quickly tags in Colbert as if a way to wash his hands of it and the former Flycore champ is quick to move in digging straight at the opened wound on Nightmare’s head. He then stands to his feet and then drops down a knee across the wound attempting to break him open even more. This is when he picks Nightmare up and kicks him in the stomach firmly and backs him into the Reject corner. He tags in Drake and then pulls Nightmare down and hoists him up for a pile driver. Love climbs the turnbuckle and spikes him down into the mat even harder and his head really begins to flow as the skin separates further as it pulls apart on the mat. CM: “Now we are talking. Let’s see some more blood!” CL: “Look at that crimson mask! I just love this!” JH: “You guys are sick you know that right.” Colbert stands back to his feet and motions for another to Drake who moves back to the outside and Tony Clarke warn them both not to do it and that Colbert’s five seconds after the tag has expired. Ignoring the official Colbert stoops Nightmare over and prepares to spike pile drive him again. This is when Jay has had enough and moves into the ring running the ropes and launching himself and Colbert who is prepared to hoist Nightmare up again. He moves to the air with a precision flying forearm that sends Colbert to the mat and saving his partner. Drake sees this and hops down from the Reject corner turnbuckle just as Jay nips up and points at him. Drake backs up a bit as Jay charges in but ducks out of the way as he attempts to clothesline the champ. As Jay turns back around he receives a thumb to the eye and Drake digs down hoisting him up over his head and then drops back into the corner delivering a snake eyes to the exposed steal. This leaves two members of the opposing team gushing blood but also gives one of them the ample opportunity to reach for a tag from the eager and extended arm of Liam Mortell. Nightmare slaps his partners and with a full head of steam Liam charges the ring and puts the boots to Drake’s mid section. This doubles Drake over and Liam quickly hooks in for a suplex and hoists Drake off his feet. Then in mid air he switches his arm and drives Drake to the mat with a side effect. JH: “SIDE EFFECT SUPLEX!!!!!!” Kiyoshi attempts to make the save for his team but Liam is already to his feet and ready for his next challenge. That challenge comes in the form of a Dual Crown champion moving straight at him and Liam does only what seems logical at the moment and bends down grabbing his opponent around the waist and hoists him into the air with a spinning spine buster ala Arn Anderson. JH: “SPINEBUSTAAH!” CM: “GET HIM COLBERT!!!” CL: “Don’t think he’ll have to. Look who’s coming!” CM: “YEAH YEAH…ETHAN!” JH: “What is he doing out here!?” CM: “Probably coming to break that pricks neck for attacking him earlier!” Ethan makes his way down to the ringside quickly and Liam catches him just out of the corner of his eye. Mortell makes a b-line straight for Ethan sliding out of the ring as Colbert is pushing himself off the mat. JH: “Get him out of here ref. We were just about to see Liam take the match for his team!” Tony Clarke moves after Liam but too slowly and seems almost a bit confused as to what is going on with the match. He leans through the ropes trying to bring Mortell back to the match but he is moving after Ethan screaming at him at the top of his lungs. Colbert notices the disarray in the ring and Liam on the outside. He then notices Jay lying next to him and quickly wraps his arms around his opponent’s neck and arms and pulls him back into the anaconda vice. Tony notices this out of the corner of his eye and continues to look confused as to who the legal man. He looks down to Liam and then to Ethan who points over to Colbert and nods as if to say he is the legal man. The official hesitates momentarily and then gets down to check on Jay. CL: “BEST OF BRITIAN locked in!!!” CM: “HAHA…ETHAN SCREWED HIM AGAIN!!!” JH: “NO TONY!!! HE’S NOT THE LEGAL MAN!” With all the commotion from the crowd Clarke cannot hear the announcers pleas and sees Jay begin to tap repeatedly due to the pressure applied by the anaconda vice. [align=center]TAP TAP TAP[/align] Liam turns to the ring seeing what is going on and slides in just as Tony Clarke calls for the bell. [align=center]DING DING DING[/align] Liam argues with the official telling him that he was the legal man was but Tony tells him what is done is done and that he was pretty sure Colbert and Jay were the legal men. Mortell is livid and turns beat red in the face and turns breathing heavily at Ethan Adams who seems pleased with himself on the outside as Michael Anderson declares the winner. MA: “HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS BY SUBMISSION……THE REJECTS!!!!” Liam bounds through the middle rope and hops down to the outside screaming at Ethan, who just stands there smiling wide at his accomplishment of costing Liam another match. Then when the English Gentlemen gets within reasonable distance the First Wonder of the World hacks one up and spits right in his face. JH: “OH THAT WAS JUST DISGUSTING!” CM: “HAHA!” CL: “I do believe biological warfare has begun.” But this is not all Ethan winds up and slaps Liam across the face. Liam staggers back wiping the spit from his face and then shaking it off his hand. With his other hand he holds the side of his face as what just happened sinks in and then he bolts forward after the Grand Prix champion. Ethan anticipates the charge and pulls him over to the floor and both men begin to exchange fists. Back in the ring the Rejects have regrouped hovering over the bloodied Nightmare and Jay Bain with Onikage standing nearby seemingly pleased with the job his charges have done to their opponents. Security come rushing down to the ring and quickly pull Ethan and Liam apart dragging Ethan promptly backstage and holding Liam at ringside to cool down. This does not happen to quickly as he and Ethan continue to scream at each other as they are pulled apart. JH: “Speaking of war I doubt this one is over with. I’m sure we will see plenty more of Ethan Adams and Liam Mortell. This thing has gotten personal.” CL: “I’m sure Kiyoshi is enjoying seeing two of his contenders battle it out like this.” JH: “Speaking of Kiyoshi and contenders. He’ll be facing the man he’s standing over right now. I bet you Nightmare will not be a happy camper going into that match after the beating put on him this week.” CM: “Happy or not he’s just going to get his ass handed to him yet again.” JH: “I find that hard to believe but we’ll find out next week as Kiyoshi Nakahata puts the Dual Crown on the line against Nightmare! It’s going to be one hell of a match!” CM: “Or not.” JH: “Do you always have to get the last word in?” |
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JH: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is potentially a match of the year candidate, with the masked psychopath Tier taking on FIW's current International champion in a scaffold match! CL: Yeah, that's right. For those of you who haven't seen a scaffold match, the rules are pretty simple. All you gotta do is not get smeared like paste across the ring. JH: That's correct. Whoever falls from the scaffold loses, pure and simple! With the belt on the line, and knowing what these two are capable of, I'm sure we're in for one hell of a competition. CM: I hope the ring explodes, like it does in those Japanese death matches. CL: I hope your face explodes, like in my dreams. JH: Children, please! Now, for safety's sake the two men have already been transported to the top of the scaffold, management didn't want them climbing up themselves. CM: What they actually said was: "Don't do a Blue Blazer, will you?" JH: That's sick, Chip. CM: It's still too soon for Owen Hart jokes? Goddamn this business. [align=center]DING DING DING!!![/align] JH: And we're underway! Just look at those two, sizing each other up. Neither of them wants to give the other a single clue, what they're thinking. CL: That's two pairs of fucking determined eyes up there. Neither of them wanna take the thirty foot plunge to the ring, and with damned good reason. They're further away from Chip up there, for a start. CM: You know what, Loire... What's Tier doing? JH: He's dropped to his knees, and put his hands behind his head... He's screaming for Rice to hit him! CL: The champ wants to be careful. If he goes in all Guns-a-blazin', he'll be playing himself straight into Tier's plan. CM: And straight off the edge of that scaffold. Rice is still refusing to jam that respirator down Tier's gullet... I'm bored now. Where's my copy of 'The Daily Sport'? JH: Indeed, Tier is rising to his feet, still demanding that Rice hit him. Tier's walking towards the champ, still berating him for not even attempting to hurt him... Woah! What a forearm from Rice, and another! Rice with Tier in a headlock... Russian legsweep... Straight into a picture perfect chinlock by the champion. CL: That's right, he's doing like I said. Keeping it calm, keeping it methodical. In a test of sheer demented animosity, Tier'll destroy just about any man on the roster, so Grant's gonna want to keep this on the floor. JH: Grant releases the lock, and as he stands, Tier drops a punch or two into his gut, still screaming loudly at his opponent to destroy him. Rice goes for another heavy forearm shot, Tier's grabbed his wrist! CL: Haha, yeah, and now he's wagging his finger at Rice, almost like he's giving him advice on how to perform his moves! JH: That's right. We've seen this behaviour before from Tier. I'm not sure if he's had one to many knocks on the head, but he sees himself as some sort of demented teacher to the talent here, and Rice is about to get detention. Tier goes for a shoulder toss, but Grant blocks...SPEAR BY GRANT!! THEY'RE BOTH HANGING OVER THE EDGE! CM: This is more fucking like it! Punch him in the face, Tier! go on! No, don't fucking talk to him, hit him! JH: Tier did indeed get the better of that situation, ending up on top. But why he's wasting time taunting Rice I don't know... CL: I'm telling you, Tier's trying to teach those not as talented as himself exactly how to be like him. After all, he's most people's idol. JH: Well I... GRANT LIFTS TIER WITH HIS KNEES! TIER'S GOING! TIER'S GOING!! CL: No! No! CM: C'mon...C'mon... JH: Oh, Tier makes the save with a fist straight to the bridge of Rice's nose, and now he's back to his feet. CL: Rice is too. Let's see if Tier's got to him yet. CM: Yawn, it doesn't look like it, they're just stood around again, like a pair of morons. I'm gonna read my newspaper again. CL: Here comes Tier! he must've decided that the waiting game isn't for him, and he's gone in swinging, straight at Rice's face! JH: Those shots keep connecting, regardless of Grant's attempts to block. That last shot opened Rice up! just above his right eye is bleeding! CL: And the more blood Grant loses, and the more shots to the face he takes, the less sturdy he's gonna be on his feet. I like Tier's gameplan. CM: If there's blood, this might be worth watching. Oh, why's Tier stopped now? JH: He seems to be taking some more time out to tease Rice... UZI KICK FROM NOWHERE! CL: Yeah, but Tier's dodged it. And look, a leg trip, and Grant's on his back again. JH: Tier seems intent on proving his ability to read what Grant's about to do. He seems to have studied the guy pretty well, after we saw him performing his moves last week. CM: I'm telling you, that's 'cos the doofus can't come up with his own stuff. JH: Tier lets Rice back up... Tier's forehead is touching Grant's now, as the challenger continues to badmouth his opponent. CL: Grant needs to keep his cool, regardless of what Tier says or does. The moment he snaps and loses it, Tier's got him. CM: Why's Tier walking away now? This match sucks. It's ju...THAT UZI KICK CONNECTED!! CL: Yeah, with the back of Tier's head. Rice is already all over the fallen challenger, driving rights and lefts into his face, Lou Thesz style! JH: Rice back on his feet, and Tier doesn't seem to be moving. CL: Rice looks pretty confused, actually... JH: DROP TOE HOLD! GRANT'S GONNA FALL!! CM: FALL!! FALL!! JH: RICE HAS MANAGED TO GRIP THE SCAFFOLD! CAN HE PULL HIMSELF UP!? CL: TIER IS BACK TO HIS FEET! CM: STAMP ON HIS FUCKING HANDS!! CL: C'MON TI... What's he doing? JH: He seems to be pulling Rice back into the ring, although how comfortable he is with Tier's gloved hand round his neck is debatable. CL: It's a damn sight more comfortable than what could've happened, Jon. JH: Can't argue with that. CM: That was a waste of my increased heartbeat. I wish something interesting would happen. CL: Once again, Tier has pulled Rice to his feet, and seems to be explaining to him, at length, what he did wrong. JH: Rice has flipped Tier the bird! Gut Kick... Implant DDT!!! CL: I think Rice has just made the most stupid mistake of his life. He's lost his cool, and Tier's an expert at using that to his advantage. JH: Grant really does seem hellbent on making a real mess out of Tier, just look at those stomps to his chest! They're really gonna make the guy struggle to breathe. CM: Ouch... That legdrop to the neck won't help matters either. JH: Rice raising Tier up by his mask... and back down with a clubbing elbow! CL: And another... And another... And another! Now look at those punches! The masked man's head must be swimming! What's Rice doing now? OH MY, STRAIGHT MIIIIIIIIIZERY!!!! CM: What's that going to achieve? He can't make they guy tap. What an utter cretin. JH: I don't think Grant cares about winning at the moment, he's far more interested in breaking Tier into pieces. CL: Obviously you can only patronise a man so much. Listen to Tier screaming! JH: And there's no one to stop Grant. every scream that comes out of Tier's mouth just makes Grant put even more pressure on. We could see Tier get put out of action for months here! CM: Tier's managed to connect with a couple of decent kicks though. How he's managing to fight the pain I don't know. CL: I've told you before, Chip. Tier-ness is next to Godliness. JH: Tier's escaped! Grant grips his leg again, but Tier rolls out, and is back to one knee! CM: He's struggling to put weight on that foot though CL: And with good reason. He's also far too close to the edge for my liking JH: Rice with a shoulder block! But... Tier hasn't fallen! He's got Grant in a front head lock... They're too close to the edge... I can barely watch. CL: It's WEEEEEEEEIGENLEEEEEID TIIIIIIIME!! JH: No it's not! Rice blocked it... He's gonna C4 Tier off the scaffold! CM: The sick sonofabitch! I love it! CL: Tier's deadweighted himself, and Grant can't get him up! The two men are tied up now, inches from the edge!! JH: Hiptoss by Tier..blocked. CL: Grant goes for a fireman's carry...dodged. JH: This Scottish crowd is completely silent... The tension is palpable! CL: Tier with some stiff shots to Grant's face... The champ is stumbling backwards... HIS FOOTS OFF THE EDGE!! HE'S GOING! CM: WAIT!! RICE HAS GRABBED TIER!! THERE'S GONNA BE MURDER!! JH: GRANT'S GOT TOO MUCH BACKWARD MOMENTUM! TIER CAN'T KEEP HIS FOOTING... BOTH MEN ONLY HAVE ONE FOOT ON THE SCAFFOLD!! CL: TIER'S GONE!!! THEY'VE BOTH FALLEN!! THEY'VE BOTH FALLEN!! CM: I don't know how they didn't go through the fucking ring!! What an end to a match!! CL: You're not wrong. Question is though, who won? JH: Guys... Neither of them are moving. CL: Shit, you're right! Get some EMTs down here NOW!! JH: Here's Anderson... Which one of these broken men gets the belt? MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE REFEREE HAS DECIDED THAT AS BOTH MEN HIT THE RING AT THE SAME TIME, THE MATCH IS IN FACT, A DRAAAAAW!!! JH: So Rice retains the belt! CM: Yeah, but is he gonna live to defend it? CL: I don't know, Chip. Here come the EMTs now! JH: Well, viewers, I've never seen a match like the one we've just witnessed, I truly haven't! Those two men have kept this capacity crowd on the edge of their seats all the way through, but at what cost? CL: Shut it, Hitchen! Look in the ring! Tier's moving!! JH: Oh God, he's crawling towards Rice. The match is over man, just leave it!! CM: There's blood dripping out of his mask... That's one physically fucked individual. CL: Tier's on top of Rice now... What's he saying? JH: Sounds like he said there's still more to be done. CM: What does that mean? CL: I've got no fucking idea. CM: That blood's dripping straight out of Tier's mouth into Rice's mouth! JH: I can't watch this any more. Watching two men destroy themselves is one thing, but for someone like Tier to seem to enjoy it is just... It's unhuman. CL: These two men have competed in one of the best, and closest fought matches we've seen in a long time, and it looks like it's far from over! JH: Look at Grant. He's still nodding approval to a rabid crowd, even as the EMTs stretcher him off! What a competitor, what a champion! CL: You're right, Jon. Still, ladies and gentlemen, Your night's not over yet. Stay tuned for the next match, the first ever FIW Valentine's Day Massacre Match, right here, on St. ReVoltentine' Day!! |
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| Kryten Shards | Feb 18 2008, 08:31 AM Post #8 |
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JH: …I just don’t know what to say after that last match folks, it was such a scary sight. CL: Don’t be a pussy, Hitchen. CM: Yeah! That was awesome! JH: I just hope both men are alright as I know they were rushed to the hospital. CL: Any ways, onto the main event… CM: Hmm…crap, is the ring going to explode once all four of these punks are in it or am I going to have to sit through this? JH: Things haven’t ended yet folks as we still have one last match left and it is sure to be bloody. CL: Putting these guys into the match…yeah, I’d say so. Especially with all of the weapons they put around ringside. CM: Again I have to ask, can’t we explode the ring once they are in it and save the trouble of a match? MA: Ladies and gentlemen we are now ready for the scheduled main event for this edition of Sunday Night ReVolt. It has been granted a thirty minute time limit with one fall to a finish and shall be contested under falls count anywhere rules with no disqualification and no holds barred. Your official for this bout is Full Intensity Wrestling referee, Logan Black! 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. CL: Here comes one half of the FIW World Tag Team Champions and the biggest man in FIW now that Crackerjack is no more. CM: Heaviest though I think there are a few taller than him. JH: You’re…actually right, Chip, I’m amazed. The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] …The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. CM: Shmuck number two and the smellier one, that guy… JH: Elrick’s mind has been all over the place since he put Crackerjack away, one has to wonder if he’s regained his focus entirely yet. CL: He said he was ready but it’s easier said than done. 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. JH: A man that we’ve seen the team mates of earlier in the night. CL: What is with this Team XK crap, any ways? It doesn’t seem like Kitten knows what the fuck it is about either. CM: Jay and Nick lost what little cool points they had when they associated themselves with the freak…now they are in the negatives, yes, they have negative cool points! [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. CAN YOU REMEMBER REMEMBER MY NAME? AS I FLOW THROUGH YOUR LIFE O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards his opponent, then begins his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. O'Brien then reaches his destination, climbing to the ring apron & then over the top rope. I AM THE ECHO OF YOUR PAST He makes his way to the southeast turnbuckle, climbing the 2nd one, facing the crowd. Jim crosses his arms, shaking his head slowly. O'Brien gives a small smirk to the fans he faces, welcoming their positive energy towards him. After holding his pose for several infinite seconds, Jim hops off the 2nd turnbuckle, which signals the song and lights to cut. He stands firmly behind the turnbuckle he was once standing on, staring at his opponent with dead-aim. Jim then crosses his arms over his massive chest, showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face.[/align] CL: Good, he left the fanny pack at home. CM: Respect the fanny pack, Conse! It’s coming back! JH: I don’t think even Jim could bring fanny pack back. Michael Anderson grins brightly at the cameras and the fans, and takes a small stroll to the center of the ring and brings the micro phone up to his mouth. Before he can open it the Evolution of Excellence barrels across the ring and narrowly misses the announcer, and Allen sees him coming! Nick tries to snatch a hold of the heavier man to take some of the impact from his shoulder tackle, and starts to heave the champion into the air! In the end he loses his balance and the two men tumble over the top rope as Anderson bails from the ring & Black calls for the bell. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Landing on their feet, the two have a small distance between them from the tumble though Prime tries to fix that as quickly as he can by running. This time around the Firm is further prepared for it, picking up a steel chair and chucking it right at the cranium of his foe to cringes from the fans! FIW’s Adonis staggers and tries to shake it off, and starts to until Elrick sails over the top rope and crashes down on top of him and takes him to the floor! He doesn’t manage to get back up to his feet due to Allen stomping on the back of the Career Killer’s head several times to a mixed reaction from the fans. CM: These guys…really aren’t kidding around! JH: Already we’re off to a fast start, we didn’t even get a chance for introductions! CL: If people don’t know who these guys are by now then they are retarded. Mean while inside the ring Jim O’Brien watches all of this unravel and gets a ponderous look on his rugged features, and sticks his index finger into his mouth. Pulling it out, he checks the air as a few fans cheer for him winding up and running towards the ropes, and bouncing off of them at higher speeds towards the side where his opponents are. Gaining more and more steam the First Monster of FIW grins with a glint of insanity in his eyes…and then calmly steps over the top rope to the apron. There, he kicks Nick on the back of his head and sends him into the heap of bodies then holds up his arms to laughter & applause from the fans in attendance. JH: Jim had me worried for a moment there… CL: Yeah, one wrong dive from him and I think some of Prime’s saline would pop. CM: His muscles are not saline! …He probably got silicone. Dropping off of the apron, the Man in Black yanks Elrick up to his feet by his small blond locks and by his wrist whips him away! Impressively the England native reverses the whip and sends the hulking figure away from him at high speeds instead, and towards the guard rail of the ringside area! Unfortunately for the First Monster of FIW, he trips in mid-step and falls shoulder first into a partially unfolded wooden table that is leaning against the guard rail! FIW’s Career Killer with a smirk on his face turns around and into a trash can shot from the Millwall Brawler that echoes through out the arena, and sends him down to the ground! CL: Fuck, these guys are killing each other! CM: I wish… JH: This could get ugly and in a hurry! Up to a knee already, the former FSC calls on the Firm for another and another trash can shot he gets, leaving a dent in the steel object! Still on a knee, Elrick calls for another and gets several more right in a row yet he still stays kneeling though his eyes start to roll all around and glaze over. Nick only stops when he hears some one call his name out from behind him and he instinctively turns around to see, and gets a steel chair bent completely over his head! The Millwall Brawler crumbles to the floor and Prime discards the now useless steel chair to jeers from the fans, and FIW’s Career Killer tries to use the apron to help him up. CM: Ow-ow-ow-ouch! Good bye brain cells, Nick! JH: My goodness! Prime has struck back into this match! CL: I don’t think that’s the last of brain cells being killed. With every one else down at the moment, the goliath takes the time to move over towards some of the tables placed near the guard rail. Slowly he scoops up several and starts unfolding them, placing them down onto there legs in various spots alongside the ringside area and leaning some of them up against the guard rail. Once he’s made a small mine field out of them he starts a new task, stacking more of them up onto each other in a house of cards style! It is when he is busy building the third level after placing six as the base and four as the second that Elrick comes up behind with a forearm to the neck! JH: Elrick still doesn’t look too good but had enough sense to strike Prime! CL: Why or what Prime’s got in mind with that house of tables is beyond my fucking mind… CM: …Um…maybe put some one through it? Forearm shot after forearm shot rains down onto the neck and back of the behemoth, and brings him down to a hunched over position. Whirling him around, Elrick tries to lead the bigger man only to get an elbow to the midsection for his troubles and then a pair of gigantic arms wrapped around him. FIW’s Career Killer is sent over the tag champion’s head in the blink of an eye and he crash lands neck first through one of the many tables that have been set up! The Evolution of Excellence’s satisfaction is short lived when the Millwall Brawler comes from behind, wraps his arms around his waist & drives him into a table too with a german suplex! CL: Elrick and Prime are both fucking down! CM: And, both landed right on their necks! JH: The carnage is already taking a toll on these men’s bodies! Looking around, Allen spots and picks up a wooden cricket bat and eyes it with a grin spreading across his face in delight at his find. He marches over to the recovering Man in Black, and whacks him over the shoulder with it as he starts to push up to his feet from his kneeling position. Jim glares at his fellow competitor in a wince and continues to force himself up, and spurs a second shot from the bat by the Firm in amusement. That amusement fades when he goes for a third swing and the First Monster of FIW catches the bat, pulling him in with it & head butting him! CM: I think he’s just pissing Jim off with that! JH: Nick Allen may like to fight but I’m not sure if he’s ever faced a monster like Jim O’Brien! CL: Some Kind of Monster was better. Shaken from the head butt, Nick shakes it off and head butts the just slightly heavier man, picking up a trash can lid in mid-motion and right after whacking Jim upside the face! Blood soars up into the air from the now busted open lower lip the Man in Black is sporting, and that same crimson liquid stains his teeth when he smirks darkly. Drilling the cricket bat’s top into the midsection of the Millwall Brawler and then slamming it across his back, snapping the bat in two! As O’Brien tries to advance on his opponent Allen ducks further down to only stand back up, back dropping the veteran over the guard rail & into the front row! JH: Watch out fans! Jim O’Brien isn’t soft like the foam Prime hands or foam Burning Nakahata kanji symbol you can get at the merch stands or FIW.com for only $7.99, plus tax. CL: Ka-ching. CM: Like a French whore. Casually Allen walks closer to the guard rail and down it to follow where Jim finished tumbling, several U.K. fans in a frenzy and slapping the man on his arms & shoulders. Because of him soaking in this adoration that he nearly doesn’t notice Elrick charging at him and manages to barely side step his fellow U.K. native. Who scales up the table leaning against the guard rail and launches off of the guard rail with a cross body to take down O’Brien yet again! The Firm lets out a small sigh of relief avoiding that, and then goes to tossing random objects into the ring with a grin back on his face. CL: Shit! Jim’s not having any luck tonight! CM: Are any of them? JH: Yes, bodies are all over the place with only Nick Allen left standing at the moment! After he’s thrown in some more weapons, the Millwall Brawler turns his sights to scooping Prime up out of the wreckage of one of the many tables. Struggling some what, Allen eventually succeeds in pulling the tag champion out of the bits and pieces of table, and drags him towards the apron. Just as he is about to start to help the goliath up onto the apron he springs to life, wrapping his arms around Nick and hoisting him up onto his shoulders! FIW’s Evolution of Excellence tosses the fellow big man over the top rope and into the ring to applause & gasps from the fans in attendance! CM: Bah, what are they getting so excited about? JH: Possibly because Prime just tossed a man that is two hundred and eighty pounds! CL: Call some one that gives a shit about a tossing, Hitchen. Sliding into the ring, the tag champion is greeted when he gets up with a kendo stick that smacks against his body and forces him to let out a roar in agony. In his stumble backwards he snatches up a 2x4 and swings for the fences, and connects with part of Nick’s arm to a groan from him. Within seconds it breaks down and the two are hitting each other with their weapons, each one’s body recoils and turns various shades from the abuse! Neither man seems to notice Elrick is back onto his feet in the fans or that he’s lifted Jim up to his feet and dumps him over the guard rail, his body skids along the leaning table. JH: All of the men in this match are back up! CL: Well, sorta, Jim is pretty much just hanging by the table. CM: Go on, go on Nick and Prime! Pound each other into dirt! It is a kendo stick strike to the skull that ends their exchange and causes Prime to collapse to his knees, and drop his weapon beside him. The Firm looks ready to go for the kill when he notices Elrick and Jim when Elrick brings them up onto the apron, and turns his sights onto his fellow U.K. native. That is until the former FSC starts to lift up O’Brien only for O’Brien to come back to life with a quick uppercut to the throat that sends him spinning! FIW’s Career Killer is in for a rude awakening when the Man in Black locks in the katahajime, and then tosses him over his head & sends him plummeting through the three levels of tables! CL: FULLY FUCKING SICK! Hellsplex into the three levels of tables! CM: Elrick’s dead. JH: Or, possibly out of this match! Dumb founded at what he saw, Nick stands there and stares at the remains of all those tables and Elrick in them while Jim sways on the apron. Having nearly lost his balance with the maneuver, Jim clutches the top rope to regain it and enters the ring with a look of determination on his face. One that stays even when the Millwall Brawler snaps out of it and strikes him with the kendo stick, again and again he lays it down onto the Divine Outlaw! Each shot pins O’Brien further up against the ropes and makes him slump against them, the fans taking this abuse to the veteran in a mixed manner. CM: Sounds like the ex-mullet man has some fans here. JH: Yet the U.K. is also supporting it’s native country man. CL: I’m still reeling from the orgasm I had from watching Elrick’s death. Rescue for the First Monster of FIW comes in the form of the tag champion, who stirs back up to his feet and brings a double axe handle down across Nick’s back! Staggering away, the Firm swings for Prime who ducks and fires off a few punches that cause the Firm to drop his weapon down onto the mat. The Millwall Brawler shakes it off and launches back with fists of his own, each man creaming the other with their large mitten sized fists. Neither man losing their footing and refusing to move from their spots, and they continue to hammer each other underneath the hot & bright lights. JH: Nick Allen and Prime are starting back up what we saw some of last week! CL: Looks like some thing is starting to brew between these two big fuckers. CM: You think? Couldn’t have told by Prime throwing out threats to him all week like he was making a booty call. Every eye on the two behemoths going at it, no one seems to pay any mind to Jim stirring and pushing up off of the ropes in a hunched over position. One of his also big hands picks up the 2x4 and he hunches over further from doing so, looking like he almost lost his balance and he fishes for some thing. Whatever he was fishing for his free hand comes back out of his pants and clutches the 2x4 like the other, and he uses it some what like a little crutch. His eyes darting from it and towards Prime and Nick brawl as Prime starts to gain the advantage back and fourth again, and again, and again with much hast in this darting. CL: Shit, Nick’s starting to not look too hot against Prime! JH: …What…is Jim doing? CM: Getting his tenth wind because he’s just a foss-Holy crap! Mutters erupt through out the arena along with cheers and gasps when a brilliant mixture of yellows & oranges & reds pierce through the sky. Their origination coming from the 2x4 of wood O’Brien hoisted into the air that’s been set a flame by the aforementioned veteran competitor. With a glint in his eye he clutches the 2x4 with both hands and places it beside him like a lance, and he barrels forward full steam at the other two men! Both men notice him coming and it is only the tag champion that manages to side step it, Allen getting the blunt of the flames to the stomach! JH: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOUUUUUSSSSSS~!!! Jim O’Brien set the 2x4 on fire and Nick Allen took it straight to the midsection! CL: Holy fucking shit! CM: He be dead. Bent over and screaming out in agony, Allen’s suffering isn’t done yet because the Man in Black raises the 2x4 up over his head and in the process eclipses Allen. Down the fiery 2x4 comes and finds it home on his bare back, scorching it and creating another round of screams from the Firm! The worst thing he can do he does too, he stands up and gets a face full of the flames to his cheek to cringes & gasps & screams from the fans in attendance! The Millwall Brawler drops to the canvas, grasping at his face and rolling out of the ring where officials swarm the competitor to see the damage that’s been done! CL: Sweet Buddha! Jim has potentially disfigured Nick Allen! CM: He’s certainly not going to get a GQ cover any time soon now. JH: My word! The sheer destructive capacity that weapon holds in it! Fire is by far the most dangerous tool that can be used! Prime is left wide eyed from what he’s witnessed for many seconds and then it all sinks in, and registers and he searches the ring hastily. The weapons he finds are a trash can lid and the kendo stick Nick had used just in time for O’Brien to turn his sights onto the other monster. FIW’s Adonis and the First Monster of FIW stare eye to eye with one another from their spots in the ring, a dark determination in Jim’s and a frantic worry in Prime’s. As if to call his next victim the Divine Outlaw points the flaming 2x4 at the tag champion and the two start circling the ring from each other. CM: This…can’t end well. JH: This is going to be anarchy! CL: It hasn’t been? First to strike is the Man in Black whose shot is blocked by the trash can lid that’s acted like a shield for the goliath and allows him to get a quick kendo stick hit in! Backing away quickly, Prime brings the trash can lid back up into a shielding position and starts circling the ring from Jim again. Once more the Divine Outlaw rushes in and once again the trash can lid is his weapon’s undoing, and he gets a second kendo stick hit to savor the feeling of. Grudgingly O’Brien continues their circling of each other, his weapon starting to drop tiny scorching ashes from it of the wood that’s completely burnt through. JH: Prime seems to have the advantage for the moment but for how long can it last? CL: Not long, I’d wager. CM: I bet the big softie will, and he’ll win it…blargh. Growing antsy over the lack of any more advancement from the veteran, the tag champion starts to show signs of impatience. Impatience that causes him to zip forward with his shield held up in hopes that he can get in more quick shots though his shield is batted away by the side of the 2x4! Prime’s eyes grow wide in horror and it is too late for him to do any thing, and he gets an unprotected face full of the flames on the 2x4 in Jim’s hands! His screams fill the air as he tries to get away to prevent much damage to his face, only for the Man in Black to bat away his kendo stick & jab in a few more fiery shots to his back and arms! CL: Shit! He’s almost using it like a cattle prod and branding Prime! CM: This is sick! This is twisted! This is deplorable! …I love every minute of it! JH: You have to wonder if the Tanaka Zaibatsu are starting to understand the man they’ve gotten involved against. Shot after shot drives the flames into Prime’s flesh and scorches various sections of it until he’s out of reach of the Man in Black’s deadly weapon. Tired of this game, Jim tosses the weapon away and quickly officials fish it out of the ring as Jim chases after his opponent. The tag champion twirls around and tries for one last desperate attack in a lariat that O’Brien ducks beneath and the champion is scooped up onto the shoulders of O’Brien! The First Monster of FIW looks around at the fans going nuts and drills Prime head first into a trash can, rolling over and making the cover! CM: The! …Uh…Flaming…some…thing? JH: The Burning Hammer onto a trash can! [align=center]1![/align] CL: Shit! I don’t know what’s crazier! That or the fact I see Elrick trying to stir in the tables wreckage and Nick trying to will his body back into the fucking ring! CM: Well, unless Prime can kick out they better move fast! [align=center]2![/align] JH: How can they? No, really, how can they?! Elrick was put through a hellacious trauma and Nick may have serious burns on his body much like Prime may have! CL: Jim doesn’t exactly look like a winner either with that bloody mouth that’s staining most of his front side. [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] CM: The old lug did it! He won! JH: I think this may have been a warning shot to a certain faction of what happens when you get Jim O’Brien’s full attention. Not only that but…Jim O’Brien just defeated a reigning world tag team champion! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the first ever Full Intensity Wrestling Valentine’s Day Massacre Match via pin fall…HE! IS! JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’BRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEENNNNNNNN~!!! ”Perfect Strangers” reprises over the sound system and O’Brien rolls over into a seated position on the canvas beside the massive frame of Prime. He scratches the back of his head and groans, blood freely dripping from his crimson shaded lips and he looks around with a slight grin on his face. Logan kneeling to raise his arm in victory as O’Brien stares into the camera lens and mouths the words “See ya Zaibatsu boys soon”, and spits a wad of blood at it for a exclamation point. Rolling up onto a knee, and with another groan the Man in Black gets up to his feet and pumps his fists into the air to cheers & applause from the fans. JH: What a Valentine’s Day special this has been! CL: Yeah, yeah, enough with the hyperbole shit, Hitchen. We’re out of time any ways, and so we’ll see you ghouls and goblins next week. The fifth edition of ReVolt Against the Champions is next week and we’ll see each championship up for grabs! You wouldn’t…FUCKING DARE miss it!
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