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ReVolt; 02-24-08
Topic Started: Feb 25 2008, 03:00 AM (386 Views)
Kryten Shards
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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

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In a minute, minute
In a second

I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS

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SHUT. IT. UP.

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Hit my
BADASS

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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
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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.
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JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to ReVolt Against the Champions Five! I’m Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partners Chip Martin and Constance Loire!

CL: Get ready to see some great action tonight. Every title is on the line and we’re going to see the start of a Best of Seven Series between Ethan Adams and Liam Mortell.

CM: And if Ethan wins this tournament, he actually DOES win another Dual Crown Contendership match. Is there a limit on how many you can win before you HAVE to cash one in?

JH: Besides that, we’ve also got match three in Jaime Lee’s Trial Series. But first--

CM: Hey! I’m getting word that something’s going on backstage!

Immediately we cut backstage to find utter chaos. Ring monkeys run around like chickens with their heads cut off as the Flycore Champion Drake Love is bashing on his challenger for tonight, Adam Wilson. Drake rips the sunglasses off Adam’s face before smashing a hard forearm off his jaw that knocks the Hype through a black curtain. Drake pushes through the curtain, leaving us staring at the mess of a backstage area left from whatever part of the attack we missed.

JH: Drake Love jumping his challenger for later on here tonight, the Great White Hype Adam Wilson. And what is the meaning of this?

CL: I think Drake is so desperate to hold onto that title, he’ll take any shortcuts he can find.

CM: Where are they going?

Back live in the arena, the crowd fire up at the sight of Adam Wilson stumbling through the curtain, catching himself on the chain link fence just moments before Drake Love comes pushing through the curtain. Like a shark smelling blood, Drake zooms in on the Hype, smashing his face off the chain link fence before throwing him down to the concrete stage. Drake blasts a clubbing blow off the Hype’s back as he attempts to get back to his feet, throwing a hard kick to the ribs that sends the Hype rolling to the edge of the stage.

CL: Someone’s gotta stop this. The Rejects are just getting out of control. We have a show to get to tonight!

JH: We’re supposed to be watching Team XK in a six-person tag team match against Ash Koopa, Shaun Wilson and Hembra… interesting combination that’s going to be tonight. But instead we’re watching a cowardly champion attack his challenger beforehand.

CM: Are you saying Adam Wilson would be an upstanding champion?

JH: I never even alluded to such a thing!

Drake lines up the Hype, readying to send Mr. Wilson flying from the entrance stage as he gets up to his hands and knees. Drake charges in TAKING A JAB TO THE GUT FROM THE HYPE! Adam follows up with a second shot to Drake’s stomach before raising up and poking Drake right in the eye! Now the Hype takes over, grabbing Drake by his bald cranium and running it full force into one of the ReVoltrons! Drake bounces off the screen but Adam refuses to relinquish the hold, ramming Drake face first into it over and over and over again!

JH: The Great White Hype is battling back against this Reject!

CL: How do you like them apples, Drake Love!

Still keeping a firm hold on Drake’s dazed skull, Adam drags him down the stairs to the aisle way and now aims Drake’s head right at the audience barricade. But Drake manages to uses the momentum to pull a standing switch, throwing the Hype back first into the barricade! He drags his challenger all the way down the aisle, bouncing his face off the ring apron before tossing him into the ring. Finally, Drake removes his Flycore Championship from around his waist, holding it high to a chorus of boos from the anti-Reject fans (which is just about everyone).

CM: That didn’t last long. Already the champ is back in control.

JH: We know he’s the champion. And he’s supposed to defend that title later on tonight. If the Hype is even able to compete.

CL: Well, here comes a referee right now. Referee Logan Black heading towards the ring.

Drake drops his title at ringside and climbs in the ring, going for his downed challenger. He grabs a handful of fauxhawk, bringing Adam up to his feet and BLASTING A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT TO THE CANADIAN NATIVE!

DING-DING!

JH: Was that the bell?

CM: Sounded like a bell to me.

CL: Logan Black has officially started this Flycore Championship match. Opening the Night of Champions with a championship match!

JH: And what is this now? Rejects leader Onikage and Colbert Tottington making their way down here.

Indeed, fellow Rejects Onikage and the man who will challenge for the Fighting Spirit Championship tonight Colbert Tottington make their way down to the ringside area to a heavy chorus of boos, their intent: to watch their brother take Adam Wilson to the woodshed. Drake ducks underneath Adam, easily lifting up his battered opponent over his shoulders before making a cut throat motion. He spins around… AND GETS PLANTED WITH A DDT BY THE GREAT WHITE HYPE!

JH: A big time DDT from the Hype! It looked like Drake was going for that Keystone Crash but Adam managed to swing himself all the way around into a DDT!

CL: He thought he had done enough to keep the Hype down. That’s just arrogance on his part.

CM: Well, you live and learn.

The Hype immediately tries a cover since he’s already down there and Drake did just take a rather aggressive face plant into the canvas.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


DRAKE KICKS OUTS!
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The Hype tries to shake his head clear of the many bashings it took on the way to the ring before sprinting off the ropes… and getting his foot caught by Colbert! Adam spins around and angrily throws a sneakered foot towards Colbert’s face but Mr. Tottington manages to jump back at the last possible second. The distraction, however, it enough to give Drake a little recovery time. When Hype turns around, he takes a hard knee to the stomach and gets whipped into a far turnbuckle-- nope! The Hype reverses the whip and sends Drake crashing back first into the turnbuckle. The second Drake’s spine collides with the turnbuckle HE GETS SQUASHED WITH A STINGER SPLASH FROM THE GREAT WHITE HYPE!

CL: There you see the Rejects trying to get involved in this match, I can’t say I’m surprised.

JH: The distraction allows Drake time to get back in control but that quickly loses it again.

Adam sends a kick to the gut of Drake before opening up on him with a flurry of right hands that bounce Drake’s head around like a bobble head as he’s driven down to a sitting position in the corner. The Hype takes a quick jog around the ring, pointing out to the ringside Rejects to take notice before charging and HAMMERING THE SOLES OF FEET RIGHT INTO DRAKE’S FACE!

JH: SOLE MAN! And Adam has the cover!

Indeed, the Hype drags Drake out of the corner by his foot and rolls over into the cover, hooking Drake’s leg in the process.


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



KICK OUT BY DRAKE!!
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The Hype wastes little time in hoisting Drake up off the canvas, locking him up in a front facelock and yelling out for crowd support (that he only half gets being a heel and all) and DRILLS DRAKE WITH AN EVENFLOW DDT-- NO! Drake fires shots into Adam’s exposed ribs and stands up tall, hooking Adam up in an over the shoulder belly to back position and DROPS THE HYPE ON THE TOP OF HIS SKULL WITH A SIT-OUT PILEDRIVER!

CM: THERE’S THE DRAGON DRIVER! DRAKE HIT THE DRAGON DRIVER!

JH: This contest just might be over.

Drake thinks that very same thing, throwing himself over Adam in a lateral press, forcing his forearm into the face of his challenger.


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!




THREE!!!




NOOOO!!!
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Adam manages to kick out of the pinning press, struggling to roll away but a frustrated Drake Love drags him right back over. He sits Adam up and BLASTS HIM ACROSS THE FACE WITH A CROSSFACE FOREARM! Another one nails Adam from the opposite side until Drake is coming at Adam from all sides with aggressive blows across the face!

JH: Adam was just barely able to recover from that sit-out piledriver, a dangerous move.

CL: And now the frustration is setting in on Drake. With everything he did before the match and that big signature move, he can’t keep the Hype down.

CM: Look at those nice crossface shots. He might bust open the Hype here tonight. Jaime won’t want to kiss that face after Drake gets done.

Drake draws Adam up by another handful of fauxhawk and SMACKS a hard European uppercut under the Hype’s chin to snap him back to a fully vertical base. That allows the champ to ducks underneath Adam again, lifting him up across his shoulders. Once again, Drake is ready to end this when Adam DRILLS THE POINT OF HIS ELBOW INTO DRAKE’S SKULL!

CM: Aw, come on!

JH: Drake’s second attempt at his Keystone Crash finisher but Adam gives him the point in the form of a elbow to the skull.

Adam drops off Drake’s shoulders, landing on his feet behind Drake. He takes a mere second to recollect himself, which allows Drake the same time to do exactly the same thing. Colbert decides to take that time to do something himself, and that is hop up on the ring apron… successfully drawing Logan Black’s attention, yes. Adam spins Drake around AND KICKS HIM RIGHT BETWEEN THE LEGS!

JH: What the hell?! That was a blatant low blow from the challenger!

CL: Hell yeah it was! Take that you, fuckin’ Reject!

CM: What? COLBERT! What the hell are you doing?!

JH: I think Colbert thought he was going to provide a distraction for Drake. Boy was he wrong! And look at the look he’s receiving from Onikage.

To say the Reject leader is not happy would be an understatement. Colbert stands stunned and ashamed as he watches his fellow Reject drop to his knees in agonizing pain. The Hype wipes his brow in a “whew, that was lucky” moment before sprinting past Drake and rebounding off the ropes. As soon as Logan Black spins around, he sees Adam float-over a recovering Drake Love, hook him up in a reverse chancery and DRILL HIM WITH A REVERSE DDT!

JH: THE WINDMILL OF DEATH! That reverse float-over DDT just put the champion down!

CM: AFTER A LOW BLOW!

Adam immediately makes the cover, hooking both of Drake’s legs as tight as he can!


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!




THREE!!!!
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“Paparazzi” smashes into the system as the bell rings out and the crowd give out a mixed reaction. Everyone loves to see the Rejects get a taste of their own medicine but is the cocky and brass Great White Hype the one they want to see do it? They don’t have much of a choice.

MA: Here is your winner and NNNEEEEEEEWWWWWWW FLYCORE CHAMPION! THE GREAT! WHITE! HYPE! AAAADDDDAAAMMM WIIILLLSSSOOON!!!

JH: Can you believe it? Another championship taken from the Rejects camp? First it was the Undisputed International Championship that Grant wrestled from Crackerjack. Then it was the Flycore Championship that Shaun Wilson took from Colbert Tottington. And then the Tag Team Championships of the World. Now, the Flycore Championship is yet again taken from the camp of the Rejects!

CM: Taken?! STOLEN!

Adam Wilson accepts the Flycore Championship, raising his first FIW Championship high above with a proud smirk plastered on his face. He motions to his t-shirt (still on thanks to being jumped before the match) and mouths the words “Got Hype?” to the Rejects at ringside before exiting the ring with his silver in his grasp.

CL: The Rejects still have their strangle hold on the Dual Crown Championship, though. And we’ll see later tonight if this is a sign of things to come for the Rejects.

JH: Or maybe Colbert Tottington can turn things around when he challenges for the Fighting Spirit Championship later tonight.

From the aisle way, Adam once again raises his newly won championship up in the air before turning to take his leave… or, wait a minute. Something catches his eye and it’s the same thing that catches everyone else’s attention. Much like the crowd and commentators, Adam stops to take notice.

JH: Our congratulations go out to Adam Wilson, regardless of our opinions on him, he is the new Flycore Champion and he isn’t a Reject.

CM: Pretty damn close.

JH: But, hold up a second. Onikage is in the ring and he’s calling for Michael Anderson’s microphone.

CL: What now?

With the back of his thumb the Savior of Sorrow rubs his painted forehead and brings the micro phone to his lips.

Onikage: My, my, my…

That ever present smile on his features is a little bit more grim than usual. His completely white eyes scan over the wreckage from the match that just transpired.

Onikage: How underwhelming yet predictable.

A simple gesture of his free hand brings Colbert Tottington into the ring and stands beside him.

Onikage: Now that the cliché’ rebel without a cause is done taking up our air waves, I do believe we have another contest that needs a conclusion. And, I see no sense in why we should wait for about a half an hour or so when Brother Tottington and I are out here already.

Surprisingly, there is a few cheers from the fans in attendance that suspect they know where this is going.

Onikage: So, the simple and easy answer is for the Tanaka Zaibatsu Enterprises’ leader to flap his way down to the ring. Then we can have the ever loveable real life action figure ninja of a champion make his way down with the championship that he currently holds. And, then my friends…then we can have the fight.

The grim nature of his smile is replaced by it’s typical pleasantness and Colbert waves at the entrance stage for the two men to come out.

JH: What?! The FIW Fighting Spirit Championship Match…now?!

CL: These freaks are throwing the entire schedule out of whack!

CM: Guess that’s what they mean by card’s subject to change!

JH: I have no clue as to what’s going on! We’ll take a break and hopefully have this all cleared up…next ladies and gentlemen!
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We come back live from the commercial to the sounds of “X [X Japan Cover]” playing over the speakers as Colbert Tottington and Daisuke Tanaka warily eye one another in the ring. We also take notice that Onikage has remained at ringside, along with the former FIW Flycore Champion Drake Love and not surprisingly Mr. Blond, “Roxie Galanoochie” and Shaun Wilson are pacing around at ringside opposite the excluded group. But that’s not all. As we scan around ringside, we also notice the new FIW Flycore Champion Adam Wilson lounging back in a steel chair at ringside, and he’s the recipient of Drake’s glaring eyes.

JH: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. We are preparing for a Fighting Spirit Championship Triple Threat. And as you can see, some very combustible elements already assembled here at ringside.

CM: Hell yeah! Onikage and Drake Love are still chilling out here, and the rest of the Zaibatsu has joined their associate Daisuke Tanaka out here. But Adam Wilson has decided to pull up a chair and watch as well.

CL: Extreme Ninja #2’s got a ringside full of enemies. And no BFF taking his calls, I would imagine.

MA: The following contest is the triple threat match scheduled for one fall and it is for the FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIONSHIP! Now, this match will be contested under Ultimate Endurance Rules, in which the only way to win is by knock out or submission! Introducing the challengers already in the ring… weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he hails from Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, England and is a member of the Rejects… COLBERT TOTTINGTON!

Michael Anderson takes a moment to allow the crowd to respond to the first challenger. As expected, the Reject member is rejected by the crowd with heavy boos and jeers thrown in his direction.

MA: And weighing in tonight at two hundred and five pounds, he hails from Nagoya, Japan and is the leader of the Tanaka Zaibatsu… DAISUKE TANAKA!

Again, Anderson ceases his announcing (mostly due to the fact there’s no one else to introduce at the moment) to allow the crowd to give their feelings on the Tanaka Zaibatsu leader. Surprisingly, Daisuke receives a mixed reaction from the crowd. People don’t like the Zaibatsu but he is going against a Reject at the moment.

Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a bango drums pound over the speakers.

[align=center]The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The Evil Genius

The champ is here
Aha
The champ is here
Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers
The champ is here
Kiss what ma niggas
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”The Champ is Here” starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it… is blank? Ninja lowers the sign and begins to make this way to the ring without even undoing his robe and revealing the championship on the line tonight.

MA: And finally, introducing the champion! From Detroit, Michigan, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds! He is YOUR REIGNING FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION-- EXTREME NINJA! NUUMMMBBEEERRR TTTWWWOOOO!!!!

JH: As Conse pointed out, Ninja doesn’t have many friends watching his back tonight.

CM: He doesn’t have many? Name one friend he’s got looking out for him tonight, period!

JH: Fair enough. And on top of that, he has no championship advantage going into this contest.

CL: You can see in him that he’s well aware of all this himself. Blank sign? That’s not like Ninja at all. And the way he’s almost moping to the ring.

[align=center]Fuckin wit the champion
You already know
J-A-D-A
Kiss the game goodbye
You fuckin wit the champion
You already know

Niggas know the champ is in here
He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
And I just wanna rock for a century
And then chase the book wit the documentary
If you cant do nothing other than flow
Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, lets go
Don't make me put your heart on your lap
Fuck ridin’ a beat nigga, I parallel park on a track
Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new
In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue
And I don't know you
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason
After I cash in there's really no justification
Of how I'm gone change tha game
So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame
Mother fucka, aha

The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
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Ninja climbs up onto the apron and steps into the ring over the middle rope. He glances around at his opponents before removing his rope and simply handing the championship belt over J.J. He backs into his corner and waits with a dejected look all over his body language. The fans at ringside do their best to cheer him up, yelling and screaming for their champion. Their signs are raised high, reading things such as “The Champ Is Here!” “Ninja + Jaime = 4-ever” and “Ninja <3s Jaime!”. But the O.G. Ninja pays them no attention whatsoever, his head angled down towards the mat.

CL: The problems between Daisuke Tanaka and the champion Extreme Ninja #2 has been well documented. But now the addition of Colbert Tottington makes this a triple threat.

JH: I wonder if we’re going to see any alliances formed here tonight in this unique contest.

CM: I don’t know. Everyone outside of Ninja has their posse out here. So I don’t think any of them would feel like they need an ally in the match.

CL: Chip, I am stunned by that well-thought out opinion. Bravo. Try and keep it up.

DING-DING!

At the sound of the bell, everyone jerks into action. Of course, that action is simply circling around the ring while looking for an opening. Colbert makes things easier by throwing his hands up and backing into the corner, obviously letting Ninja and Daisuke start things off here. That is, until Ninja allows himself for just a brief moment to fall for that and turn his attention to Daisuke. And that’s when Colbert strikes, shoving Ninja right into Daisuke! The Crow responds by nailing Ninja with a low kick, followed by a palm strike to his masked face!

CL: Daisuke gets the first blow in the match thanks to Colbert’s tactic of staying out of the fray for the time being.

CM: Smart strategy! Why get in the middle of two ninjas that want to kill each other? Let them do the job for you.

JH: I hate to admit that Chip is indeed right. Smart strategy. What the hell is happening with you tonight?

Daisuke keeps the advantage by lowering Ninja to the canvas with a quick double leg takedown, going for what most looks like a heel cross hold but Ninja kicks away at the Crow. Ninja fights back up to his feet as Colbert darts by, quickly backing away when he realizes the submission isn’t getting locked in. That does distract Daisuke for a mere moment though as he keeps on guard for any attacks. That, of course, leaves him open for Ninja’s retaliation. The O.G. Ninja buries a foot into Daisuke’s midsection and then SMACKS A SPINNING HEEL KICK OFF THE SIDE OF DAISUKE’S FACE!

JH: You gotta watch out for Ninja’s feet in that ring. He’ll kick your head off if you don’t get away.

CL: And look at Colbert. He’s like a cheerleader in the corner, enjoying watching these two guys beat on each other.

Colbert’s watching comes to an end when he sees Ninja locking up Daisuke’s head, obviously attempting some crazy, yet painful submission hold. Colbert ends it before it starts though, grabbing Ninja by the mask and pulling him off Daisuke. Ninja breaks Colbert’s hold on him, burying a foot into Colbert’s midsection and nailing a flurry of side kicks that back Colbert into the turnbuckle. Ninja climbs up to the second turnbuckle, laying into the Reject with punch after punch. But this is a triple threat and Daisuke reminds Ninja of that by nailing him with a hard shot to the back. He grabs Ninja around the waist and THROWS HIM OVER FROM THE SECOND ROPE TO THE CANVAS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!

JH: The triple threat element coming into play! And look at that German suplex from Daisuke!

CL: Ninja’s feeling the effects of this triple threat more than anyone else at the moment. Not unusual for a champion in a triple threat.

CM: He’s got the target.

Colbert’s eyes light up at the sight of Ninja folded up on the canvas. He pushes past Daisuke and pushes Ninja onto his stomach. From there, Colbert climbs into a mounted position and pulls back on Ninja’s arm and neck, wrenching in a camel clutch! It takes Daisuke a minute to realize he’s actually watching Colbert with the gall to try and take advantage of Daisuke’s move. Daisuke rushes in, cracking a knee off the side of Colbert’s skull to break up the hold!

CM: Aw, come on Daisuke! Let him end this submission fest.

JH: This match can also end by knockout. And that hard knee upside Colbert’s face may help lead to just that.

Mr. Tottington gets to his feet, holding the side of his face and glaring at Daisuke. He retaliates with a forearm smash! But Daisuke comes back with a palm strike that ends a strike war long before it gets started. He grabs up Colbert’s arm, snapping him over with a quick arm drag and immediately throwing his legs out, tying up Colbert’s arm with a cross arm breaker.

CL: A Jujigatame! Daisuke can throw that on from anywhere.

JH: And better than anyone else today. Colbert’s already feeling the pain.

Indeed he is. Colbert is writhing and scraping at the canvas to try and get to the ropes. Luckily he doesn’t need to when Ninja comes flying into the picture, with a double stomp to Daisuke’s midsection! Colbert rolls to safety once his arm is free from Daisuke’s assault. Daisuke gets to his feet only to take a kick to the back of the knee from Ninja. The champion uses Daisuke’s affected state to wrap his neck up in a sleeper hold and then leaping onto his back, grapevining his legs around Daisuke’s waist!

JH: Ninja’s got a rear naked choke applied here.

CL: But Daisuke isn’t going down! He’s carrying Ninja’s entire weight on his back.

CM: Please someone end these submissions! PLEASE!

Colbert is happy to obliges. He grabs Ninja by the mask and DRAGS HIM DOWN ONTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! Daisuke stumbles into the ropes, free from the hold and gasping for oxygen. Colbert drags Ninja up in a gut wrench position, flipping the twenty-pounds lighter man up onto his shoulders for a powerbomb and TAKES A THRUST KICK TO THE STOMACH FROM DAISUKE!

JH: Oh my gosh! Did I just see what I think I saw?

CL: Daisuke actually saved Ninja, yes. But I’m wondering if it’s just because he doesn’t want Colbert to be the one to finish this thing.

CM: I would’ve let Colbert take out the Ninja and then the match would become one-on-one.

JH: That’s Daisuke’s respect for the Fighting Spirit Championship. It’s not usual for us to see this side of him in these matches.

Ninja manages to land safely on his feet while Colbert is suffering the ill effects of that kick to the stomach. Daisuke steps up to the plate, nailing the tallest and heaviest opponent in this match with a low kick to Colbert’s knee! Ninja isn’t to be outdone and throws one of his own to Colbert’s opposite knee! Daisuke nails a higher kick to the thigh! Ninja throws one to Colbert’s other thigh! Daisuke throws an even higher one to Colbert’s stomach! But Colbert catches it! So Ninja throws one of his own! And Colbert catches that one too! But he doesn’t catch the enzuigiris that both Ninja and Daisuke throw at the exact same time!

JH: Good grief! Double enzuigiris from Ninja and Daisuke! I can’t believe I’m seeing teamwork between these two.

CL: I don’t suspect we’ll see it long.

Both competitors jump into action, anxious to capitalize. Ninja grabs on Colbert’s legs and wrenches back with a Boston crab… at the exact same time Daisuke grabs up Colbert’s arm and rolls over into a Fujiwara armbar! Both men realize it when they feel one another shoving the other back out of their move. Daisuke wrenching in the Fujiwara armbar pushes Ninja forward, counterbalancing the champions efforts on the Boston crab. But Ninja keeps forcing himself back, locking the Boston crab in tighter and pushing Daisuke off of Colbert, loosening his wrenching of the armbar.

JH: Now we’ve got dual submission holds!

CM: You mean duel submission holds. Neither one can fully lock theirs in while the other is trying theirs.

CL: I’m sure you’re just loving this, Chip.

Daisuke eventually gives up his Fujiwara armbar. But he’s not going to let Ninja win. Instead he shoves Ninja off of Colbert, breaking up his submission attempt too. The two ninjas meet in the ring with Daisuke throwing a knee into Ninja’s stomach! He follows up by tossing him over with a front suplex… nope. Ninja kicks his feet, twisting and dropping out behind Daisuke. The honorable of the two challengers spins around and takes a kick to the stomach before getting DROPPED FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A FACEBUSTER!

CL: Nicely executed sit-out face buster from Ninja.

JH: I’m surprised to see that thus far the Zaibatsu, the Rejects and the Great White Hype haven’t interfered in this match at all yet.

CL: They’re all just enjoying a great contest. No one competitor has the advantage yet so no reason to get involved.

Ninja looks to capitalize on the attack to Daisuke’s face and neck by throwing his legs around the Crow’s head with a standard head scissors. He pushes up off the canvas, wrenching Daisuke’s neck backwards from his face-first position in the canvas. But it isn’t long before Colbert STOMPS right on Ninja’s face to end that move! He hoists Ninja up with ease and throws him out onto the apron.

JH: I never realized the difficulty of an Ultimate Endurance triple threat. No one can really get a submission going before the other competitor breaks it up.

CL: That’s where the ultimate endurance comes into play. Whoever can last the longest before tanking will win this.

CM: I think I’ll tank first because these submissions are putting me to sleep!

Colbert drags up Daisuke and throws him back-first into the turnbuckle before running in and SPEARING DAISUKE THROUGH THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A SHOULDER THRUST! He backs out, grabbing up Daisuke and throwing him up into a tree of woes. Ninja gets back up on the apron, readying himself for a springboard attack when he feels Drake’s arms wrapped around his foot, holding him in place. J.J. rushes over, ordering Drake back but still allows Colbert to spot what’s going on and BLAST Ninja upside the first with a forearm thrust and knocks him back down to the apron!

CL: And there’s the first interference of the match. Can’t say I’m surprised it’s by the Rejects either.

CM: Well Drake is not in a very good mood after being cheated out of his Flycore Championship. Give the guy a break!

JH: And now the Zaibatsu’s getting involved!

Mr. Blond is now on the apron, trying to untie Daisuke’s legs from the ropes but J.J. spots him first, rushing over to get him back. But this just gives Shaun Wilson the opportunity to climb into the ring with a steel chair, ready to take Colbert’s head off. That is, until Drake Love darts into the ring and SMASHES THE CHAIR BACK INTO SHAUN’S FACE WITH A SPINNING FOREARM LARIAT! “Roxie” takes exception to this (or at least sees it as something Roxie would) and is already in the ring by the time Drake gets back up. She leaps onto the larger man’s back, raking away at his eyes and face! Colbert storms over to the chaos, grabbing “Roxie” by the hair and SLAMMING her down to the canvas in similar fashion to Ninja earlier in the match.

JH: Good God! This thing has just broken down into chaos!

CM: No one has touched one of the competitors though.

JH: Except Drake Love preventing Ninja from getting back into this contest.

J.J.’s head whips around as he tries to keep an eye on every which direction. Surprisingly he finds Adam Wilson still seated in his chair while Onikage remains on the outside yelling orders to Colbert about something or other. Mr. Blond? He’s back to trying to untie Daisuke from the turnbuckle. J.J. storms over to him, swatting at the man’s hands. He points right in Mr. Blond’s face, then at a recovering Shaun Wilson, then Drake Love, and finally “Roxie”. He ends it by waving his hands wildly to the back, getting obvious offense from all four!

JH: There we go! J.J.’s sending the Rejects and the Zaibatsu to the back!

CL: Best thing he could do at this point.

CM: They haven’t even done anything to deserve that! I mean, sure they barged into the match but they left the competitors alone! For the most part.

JH: I doubt things would stay that way.

Both teams do what they’re told, the Zaibatsu arguing amongst themselves while casting glares back at J.J. Drake is much slower at leave, pointing at the Hype on the opposite side of the ring, yelling something about getting back what’s his. The Hype simply shrugs his shoulders, pretending he can’t hear before grinning and patting his new Flycore Championship. While Colbert argues with J.J. about sending one half of his back-up away from ringside, Daisuke continues to struggle with his position in the turnbuckle. He reaches as much as he can to untie his own feet but we all know that’s impossible. When he looks up, he finds something else though… NINJA’S STOMPING ONTO HIS CHEST!

JH: PEEK-A-BOO!

CM: You are so lame!

During all the confusion, Ninja was able to recover and swiftly make his way up the turnbuckle and blast Daisuke with one of his signature moves. While it obviously hurts Daisuke, it does jar his legs loose from the turnbuckle. So that’s a bright side for him. The not so bright side for Ninja is that as soon as he bounces off Daisuke and lands on the canvas, Colbert RUNS THROUGH HIM WITH A BIG-TIME CLOTHESLINE! He drags Ninja up and RUNS HIM FULL FORCE INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! He lifts Ninja up to the top turnbuckle, grabs him by the neck and SNAPS HIM OFF WITH A SNAPMARE! No! Ninja flips from the snap mare but Daisuke is right in the way! Ninja lands on Daisuke shoulders and then THROWS HIM OVER WITH A HURRACANRANA!

CM: Ha! Check that out! Something cool!

JH: Ninja lucked out big-time there. Daisuke in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Colbert doesn’t feel like waiting for Ninja to recover from his luck and charges in… missing a clothesline that Ninja ducks! He springs off the ropes, turning in midair and SMASHING A FLYING AXE HANDLE INTO COLBERT’S FACE! Onikage jumps up on the apron, yelling something to Colbert that he can’t hear right now while trying to swat away the birdies. Ninja doesn’t have time to pay attention to the Rejects leader as Daisuke is back up and grabbing at Ninja’s arm for some diabolical arm submission. J.J. notices it though and immediately rushes over. He threatens to send Onikage to the back with his buddy but Onikage has no contract and is not scared of a referee like J.J.

JH: And now another Reject sticking his nose into his contest! He should’ve been ejected with Drake Love!

CM: He doesn’t have an FIW contract. Can the referees legally eject him?

JH: I hope so!

Colbert recovers from the axe handle, spotting Daisuke and Ninja fighting for supremacy in whatever arm submission each one is trying to lock in. He also notices his leader distracting J.J. A light bulb goes off over his head and he snatches up the steel chair that Shaun Wilson was forced to leave behind. He measures up both Daisuke and Ninja, looking to take two birds out with one stone. Until he feels a tap on his shoulder. Sir Colbert Tottington spins around and--

CRACK!

He gets pancaked right over the head full-force with the ring bell. Courtesy of the Great White Hype Adam Wilson! Colbert loses his basic motor functions, dropping the steel chair and spinning around in a daze before dropping to his knees. At this precise moment, Ninja buries a knee into Daisuke’s sternum, dropping him down to his hands and knees trying to catch his breath. Ninja spots his opening, backing off the ropes and STOMPING off Daisuke’s back, getting enough hang time to STOMP ATOP COLBERT’S BUSTED CRANIUM!

CM: ADAM JUST INTERFERED! THE HYPE INTERFERED!

JH: Indeed he did. A brutal shot to Colbert with the ring bell. But why?!

CL: And Ninja capitalizes with the I STEP ON YOU! off Daisuke’s back!

Onikage watches stunned and in pure disbelief as he watches one of his soldiers fall to the combined efforts of Adam Wilson and Extreme Ninja #2. The Great White Hype tosses the ring bell towards Timmy and drops back down into his chair, ready to watch Ninja walk away with a victory. But that doesn’t exactly happen. Colbert, holding onto his caved in cranium, rolls from the ring (with much assistance from Onikage who has by now dropped off the apron). Ninja tries to pull Colbert back into the ring to finish off the match but gets caught from behind with A GERMAN SUPLEX FROM DAISUKE!

JH: Look at Onikage! Pulling Colbert from the ring so Ninja can’t pick up this win!

CM: If the Hype can interfere without you objecting, then Onikage can do what he’s doing!

CL: Well Daisuke is back up. He was down but not out!

Daisuke rolls through the German suplex and before Ninja even realizes it, his arm is tied up in a cross-arm breaker! Daisuke is already tugging and pulling at Ninja’s limb, threatening to tear it clean off his shoulder while the reigning champ writhes in pain, straining out towards the ropes. Ropes that are WAY too far off, I should add. Smack dab in the center of the ring, Ninja yells out in pain as the Crow shows no signs of relenting. The champion has no choice but to SLAM HIS HAND ONTO THE CANVAS REPEATEDLY!

JH: Oh my GOD! I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!

CL: Extreme Ninja #2 just submitted to Daisuke Tanaka! Daisuke has won the Fighting Spirit Championship!

CM: The Tanaka Zaibatsu has two championships now! The first one claimed from Jaime, and now one from Ninja!

J.J. signals for the bell and immediately commands Daisuke to break the hold… which he does do surprisingly! The leader of the Zaibatsu rolls back to his knees, staring at Ninja in disbelief. His disbelief becomes a reality when the rest of the Tanaka Zaibatsu rush back to the ring.

MA: Here is your winner and NNNEEEEEWWWWW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION! DAISUKE! TANAAAKKKAAAA!!!

Adam Wilson remains seated at ringside, sighing and covering his face at Ninja’s outing. “Roxie” grabs up the Fighting Spirit Championship from J.J. and fastens it around Daisuke’s waist as Shaun and Blond raise their leader’s hand up in victory. Black feathers and balloons fall from the rafters as the Zaibatsu celebrate, the Crow even shedding a few tears of celebration with the FSC strapped proudly around his waist. The former champion sits up, watching the sight of the new champion and his friends celebrating, prompting his shoulders to slump in a heavy sigh.

JH: Daisuke Tanaka, our new Fighting Spirit Champion. I still can’t believe it.

CM: The little ninja boy now knows what Jaime went through at Nensai Senjou. Kind of.

CL: What do you mean, kind of?

CM: Well, Jaime was embarrassed on pay-per-view in the main-event! Ninja can at least take comfort in the fact his wasn’t in such a spotlight.

JH: Main event on PPV or second match on the Night of Champions. A loss is a loss. And I can guarantee Ninja doesn’t take comfort in any part of this.

JH: Two championships change hands here tonight in our first two matches at the Night of Champions! What a historic night thus far and we’re just gotten started!
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We return from the commercial break to find Extreme Ninja #2 still sitting in a ring of feathers as ring monkeys do their best to clean them and the balloons up before the next contest. J.J. encourages Ninja to scoot along for that reason and the fact that the show needs to move on. The former Fighting Spirit Champion eventually rolls from the ring and starts to head towards the back with his head hanging down.

JH: I tell you, this loss is heartbreaking. Ninja has been a proud Fighting Spirit Champion and despite his respect of the championship, Daisuke has a questionable past.

CM: I don’t see a problem. I think Daisuke will be a great Fighting Spirit Champion. He has a lot of respect for that championship.

JH: About the only thing he has respect for.

Ninja doesn’t quite make it to the back yet. The Great White Hype puts himself in Ninja’s path, having a few words while pointing towards the ring. We can only assume he’s got something to say about Ninja losing the FSC. Perhaps making claims that Ninja lost on purpose so he wouldn’t have to face the Hype for it? Either way, the former FSC is not in the mood for the new FCC and just keeps his head down, not even bothering to try and go around Adam. Instead, he turns around and heads back around the ring.

CL: Is Adam Wilson keeping Ninja at ringside?

JH: Looks like Ninja can’t get backstage so he’s going to stay out here. The Hype isn’t leaving either.

CM: They can’t stay out here all night. Both their matches are over. Why not leave?

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.

CM: Oh, I see why not.

JH: Now I get why Adam Wilson has remained out here. Ninja, I don’t know what’s going on with him anymore. The same could be said for Jaime though.

CL: Ninja’s PMSing.

CM: Yeah. His private parts are sad that Jaime doesn’t want them.

MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is Match 3 in the Trial Series. Introducing first, making her way to the ring from Ohio… JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!!

Jaime ducks in under the bottom rope, flinging her hair back as she raises her head with no grin from ear to ear this week. She pops up to her feet and steps into the nearest turnbuckle, curiously eyeing both Adam Wilson and Extreme Ninja #2 before leaping up to the middle turnbuckle. Once again she flings her hair back as she raises her head and shoots both arms 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, raising her arm up into the air, her attention obviously diverted onto the ringside visitors.

JH: You have to wonder what’s going through Jaime’s head. Unfortunately, I can’t make sense of it.

CM: That makes two of us! Not that I blame her for picking the Great White Hype over the little ninja boy.

CL: You wouldn’t. But am I the only one noticing that Ninja’s looking anywhere but at Jaime?

The lights dim to a darkness that you can only just see through. The opening guitar licks of Linkin Park's "Bleed It Out" tickle our ears from over the sound system.

[align=center]Here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let somethin' shine
Goin' out of my fuckin' mind
Filthy mouth, no excuse
Find a new place to hang this noose
String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so I won't get loose
Truth is you can stop and stare
Bled myself out and no one cares
Dug a trench out, laid down there
With a shovel up out to reach somewhere
Yeah, someone pour it in
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in[/align]

The lights flash hard red strobe on a red-lit stage as the Immortal, Eternal Red arrives!

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Amidst mixed cheers and boos Tier eyes his fans and foes alike as he walks down the ramp.

MA: And the opponent, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 236 lbs... he hails from Mission, Texas.... THIS! ... IS! ... TIIIIIIEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!

JH: Jaime Lee has quite the challenge here tonight. Taking on the legendary Tier. And now her attention is hugely diverted.

CL: Which is exactly what Tier warned her about earlier this week. No one’s fault but her own if she lets it handicap her.

His expression changes from smirk to sneer at seemingly the drop of a hat, but he finally climbs the steps to stand on the apron, looking out at the assembled crowd tonight.

[align=center]Go, stop the show
Choppy words and a sloppy flow
Shotgun opera, lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go
Mama help me, I've been cused
Death is rolling in every verse
Candy paint on his brand-new hearse
Can't contain him, he knows he works
Fuck this hurts, I won't lie
Doesn't matter how hard I try
Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I won't be satisfied
So why try ignoring him
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in
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The chorus repeats and Tier throws his arms to either side releasing some sort of primal scream therapy that makes his fans cheer. He grins and enters the ring, stretching and cracking his back against the ropes before retiring to his corner for the start of the match.

DING-DING!

With more confidence than she should (but heavy distraction from the two outside) Jaime charges in with a collar and elbow tie-up on her opponent. Tier locks up with the hellcat but instantly counters her into an arm wringer. He uses that to his advantage, dragging her into a toe kick! Immediately he grabs a hand full of her hair and DRAGS THE BACK OF HER HEAD ACROSS HIS KNEE!

CL: Holy shit! Die by the Rulz right off the bat! Tier’s gonna fuck her up. Just watch.

JH: A rather aggressive and physical start to this contest. I really hope Jaime realizes what she’s in for tonight.

Jaime rolls along the canvas, holding onto the back of her head as she sits up. Tier doesn’t waste time waiting for her to recover, he yanks her hand from the back of her head, lacing his fingers with her and then twisting her arm upward. The wrenching pain is enough to draw her up to her feet, where Tier locks up her other fingers and does the same to that arm! Tier draws her in, slamming his shoulder into hers before pushing her backwards towards the canvas!

CM: Look at the strength of Tier. He’s got Jaime locked up with no where to go and now he’s just forcing her down for a pin.

JH: Jaime doing all she can to stay vertical. Look at how arched her back is!

The hellcat arches her back in an attempt to keep her shoulders off the canvas but Tier retaliates by throwing his legs up into the air and BASHING HIS KNEES DOWN INTO HER MIDSECTION! Tier keeps her hands pinned down to the canvas for a pinning predicament!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


JAIME GETS A SHOULDER OFF THE CANVAS!
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Tier shoots a glare towards the referee, long enough for Jaime to throw a leg up at Tier’s arm, breaking one of her hands free! She throws both her legs up, latching them around Tier’s head and forcing him to break the other lock he has on her hands! Jaime pushes herself up off the canvas in a handstand-like maneuver, ready to take Tier over when he grabs her by the legs and SWINGS HER HEAD RIGHT INTO THE CLOSEST TURNBUCKLE!

CM: Holy shit! Did you see that?!

JH: Jaime looked to be going for a hurracanrana type move from the canvas and Tier just threw her head right into the turnbuckle!

CL: You don’t fuck with Tier. Because of things like that!

Tier grabs a handful of Jaime’s hair, dragging her up off the canvas and ignoring the threats of DQ that he receives from Richard Kelly. He scoops Jaime up, aiming her right into the turnbuckle before she kicks and screams her way down his back! The former Hellcat Champion shoves Tier face-first into the turnbuckle! Jaime spins him around and hops up to the second turnbuckle, laying into Tier’s face with right hand after right hand!

JH: Great evasion from Jaime there. She’s got to use her speed asset here tonight. Probably the only thing she has over Tier. No offense meant to her, of course.

CL: And even her speed isn’t a huge asset. Tier isn’t exactly slow in the ring.

Jaime continues to pound away on Tier’s face, despite RK telling her to take it out of the corner. So Tier takes matters into his own hands, literally by scooping up Jaime and spinning her around to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. He rears back and smashes his own right hand into Jaime’s face with a haymaker! The hellcat teeters but she remains atop the turnbuckle. So Tier rushes in again with another one… getting Jaime’s legs around his neck again! She looks to hurracanrana him right out of the corner but Tier tosses her right over the top rope! Where Jaime lands safely on the apron! Thinking on her feet, Jaime ducks under the top rope and buries her shoulder into Tier’s abdomen! It stalls him long enough for her to climb back into the ring… nope! Tier charges forwards KNOCKING HER OFF THE APRON TO THE FLOOR BELOW!

JH: Jaime is having a difficult time getting into this match here. Tier counters just about everything.

CL: She’s not facing some Average Joe. Tier has been around for a long time. Everyday tricks aren’t going to cut it.

CM: I’ll wrestle her next and she can keep putting her legs around me if she wants.

RK keeps Tier back while starting his count against Jaime. But that quickly ends when Tier darts around him and hops from the ring. He drags Jaime up and RAMS HER BACK FIRST INTO THE APRON WITH A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! He immediately tosses her into the ring and follows after, making another cover with little pressure put on Jaime.


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



KICK-OUT!
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JH: Jaime’s lower back takes a pounding on the outside from Tier and a very relaxed cover now. I’m surprised.

CL: What are you surprised about? Tier’s trying to show how easy of a target Jaime’s made herself in that ring. He’s barely exerting any energy and look at where things are.

CM: But he didn’t put her down for three.

CL: He got a near fall with a relaxed cover. I think that speaks volumes.

Tier drags Jaime up to her feet but she breaks the hold he has on her. She boots him in the stomach and whips him off the ropes… nope! Tier reverses the whip, sending Jaime off into the ropes! She rebounds and TAKES A DECAPITATING CLOTHESLINE FROM TIER! NO! Jaime baseball slides right through his legs! Tier spins around just as Jaime pops up to her feet and charges in! She powers her larger opponent down to the canvas with all her weight behind the Thesz Press! Once again, Jaime tattoos Tier’s face with her right hand!

JH: Hey Jaime! A beautiful baseball slide evasion and now she’s lighting up Tier with those right hands off a Thesz press!

CM: I love seeing her get all fired up. It’s hot!

Jaime shows no signs of letting Tier up but he has other plans, shoving her off to the side. He makes his way back to his feet, taking another boot to the midsection. Once again Jaime tries an Irish whip but Tier plants his feet! He sends Jaime in the opposite direction, right into the turnbuckle! As soon as her back crashes with the corner, Tier charges in CRUSHING HER WITH A CLOTHESLINE! NO! Jaime throws a back elbow up right into Tier’s face! She throws her legs up around his neck one more time and THIS TIME HURRACANRANAS HIM RIGHT OUT OF THE CORNER!

CM: HEY! She took him down!

JH: Jaime finally manages to get Tier down with a hurracanrana but he bounces right back up!

CL: He’s taken worse head shots than that.

Jaime charges in on Tier, powering him down with another Thesz press the minute he turns around! And again her right hand is pummeling Tier’s face! This time it’s Jaime that relents though. After pounding on his face she gets back to her feet, raising an arm up into the air and calling for support from the fans. All the while Adam begins shouting something to Extreme Ninja #2 from across the ring. Ninja either doesn’t hear him or decides to ignore him. Which seems to be a theme for him. His masked face has been avoiding this match ever since it started, like he doesn’t even know it’s going on.

JH: Jaime is certainly fired up now. And what is going on between Adam and Ninja? This thing should really be taken to the back.

CM: Have you noticed that Ninja hasn’t looked at Jaime once since she came out? I think he’s finally gotten the message.

JH: What message did you make up now? Jaime told Ninja why she’s been acting the way she is. We may not like it but she has her reasons. It has nothing to do with Ninja.

CM: That’s not how I heard it.

While Adam and Ninja (and Chip and Jonathan, actually) bicker back and forth, Tier makes his way up to his feet. Jaime stalks him from behind, burying another boot into his midsection when he turns around. She snaps on an arm wringer, hooking her leg over his bicep and locking his head up in a front facelock. With a blood-curdling scream, she DRILLS TIER’S SKULL INTO THE CANVAS! NO! Tier sits up, THROWING JAIME OVER WITH A BACK BODY DROP!

CL: Tier counters the Blood on the Dance Floor and just dumps Jaime right on her head!

JH: And what is Adam doing NOW?!

CM: Uh, making his way over to Ninja.

Indeed. Adam has sauntered around the ring, having a few more words for Ninja while pointing towards the ring again. Is he still hung up on Ninja’s loss tonight? Or is he blaming Ninja for the fact Jaime is struggling tonight? No matter what the reason, it draws RK’s attention who is looking to defuse this situation before it explodes. Tier takes this opportunity to bolt from the ring, digging for something under the ring apron.

CL: Uh-oh. Things don’t look good for Jaime. But I’m lovin’ it!

JH: RK is distracted by Adam and Ninja… and now so is Jaime!

It’s true. As she tries to get back to her feet after being dumped on her head, Jaime’s attention is drawn to the ruckus on the outside that RK is trying to stop. She yells down something to the two most important men in her life at the moment but it’s completely ignored. Ninja ignores it because he’s ignoring everything. Adam is ignoring it because he’s too busy saying his bit to Ninja. Jaime shakes her head in frustration and turns around TAKING A BLACK STEEL CHAIR TO THE FACE FROM TIER!

CM: Holy shit!

CL: Owned!

Tier tosses the chair from the ring and drops down into the cover on Jaime, driving his forearm into her unconscious features. Adam’s no longer yelling at Ninja now, by the way. He’s watching stunned at what happened before RK’s back. This, of course, allows RK to drop to the canvas to make the count all while Ninja begins to wander off towards the back.


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!!
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“Bleed It Out” hit’s the speakers as RK calls for the bell and Hype continues to watch on with a look of disbelief on his face. Tier smirks up into the camera as RK tries to raise his hand, only for Tier to jerk it away. Instead, he dips his finger in a trickle of blood that we see running from Jaime’s hairline. RK immediately begins calling for EMTs from the back as Tier appears to be writing on Jaime’s forehead.

MA: Here is your winner… TTTIIIIIEERRR!!!

JH: Tier is the winner and I don’t think anyone’s surprised after that vicious chair shot to the face.

CL: He tried to warn Jaime this would happen but she just didn’t want to listen.

JH: Just because she’s got a lot going on in her personal life is no excuse to blatantly cheat like he did. It’s sickening!

CM: What’s he writing on her forehead? A biography?

Tier sits back and admires his handiwork, the camera peaking over to see “Lesson Complete” written on Jaime’s forehead in her own blood. Tier rolls from the ring, a smirk on his face as he follows the path of Ninja to the back. EMTs rush past him, diving into the ring and immediately working away on the injured hellcat. The Hype remains frozen at ringside, glancing between Jaime and Tier, perhaps questioning what his next move should be. Possibly trying to decide between what he wants to do and what he should do.

JH: This is sickening! So now Jaime is 1 and 2 in her Trial Series.

CL: Hopefully she learned the lesson Tier just gave her. Otherwise, she’ll go 1 and 3 next week.

CM: I don’t know, even I have to disagree with what we saw tonight. I just don’t like seeing hot chicks bleed.

JH: Jaime was heavily distracted tonight and I believe Ninja’s presence at ringside did a LOT of harm to FIW’s Sweetheart here tonight.

CL: So you’re going to blame this entire thing on Ninja?

JH: That’s not what I was saying. Just that Jaime has not been the same since her… discussion with Ninja this week.

CL: Oh yeah. Because she was sooooo sane beforehand? Rocking dark corners with the Hype? I don’t think so! Jaime is a complete mess and the blame doesn’t fall on just Ninja. Though I believe he does play a big part. She’s gotta learn to shut it out otherwise stuff like this will continue to happen!

JH: Well, maybe so. But all I know is that both Ninja and Jaime appear to be suffering big time from the fall out of the One Night With Jaime Lee match. And maybe NOW this show can get back on track. Maybe the Six-Person Tag Match is next. Hell if I know! Ask the damn Rejects! They’re running the show tonight, aren’t they?
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The PA system fires into life with Akira Ifukube’s “Godzilla Main Title Theme” as the lights dim. However, after a few moments, jeers begin to fill the arena as the music comes to an abrupt finish with no-one stepping through the curtain.

CL: “That was.. odd..”

CM: “Was that a technical glitch or something? I know the monkeys out the back aren’t exactly the best, but I don’t think that’s ever happened before.”

JH: “If anything, I don’t think it’s a good sign of things to come. It looks like Hembra Monstruo may just have decided to no show the match. Or rather, Smarty Smark may have made the decision.”

CM: “I guess this is going to be one of those ‘wait and see’ sort of situations, isn’t it?”


Suddenly, the arena lights begin to pulse a strong shade of yellow to the beat of “Ironside” by Quincy Jones. As the sirens fade, a pair of golden pyros erupt from the stage and Duran Duran’s “A View To A Kill” blares across the PA system. After a brief second, Ash Koopa emerges from behind the curtain and raises a sign above his head which reads ‘Good Luck Ninja!’. As the Aberdeen crowd begin jeering, Ash lowers the sign and tears it in half, before throwing the pieces to the stage and heading down the steps toward the ringside area. Pausing in the middle of the aisle, Ash begins pointing and shouting at the fans in the front row, then begins laughing to himself and continues toward the ring.

MA: “The following contest is a six-person tag match and is scheduled for one fall. First, weighing two-hundred and sixty-six pounds, and coming to us from Reading, England. He is ASH KOOPA!!

Seemingly disappointed by the short introduction, Ash calls out to Michael Anderson, then quickly heads up the ring steps and stands on the corner of the apron. Glancing at his partner, Ash climbs the ring post and positions himself on the middle rope with his arms out-stretched. Taking in the negative reaction, Ash flashes a grin and steps onto the top turnbuckle, before hopping down to the canvas. He charges across the ring, then rebounds off the ropes and slows to a brisk walk. Ash peels off his ring jacket and hands it to a ringside attendant, then begins talking with J.J and pointing to the backstage area.

CM: “Ash doesn’t look too happy with any of this.”

JH: “I can’t imagine that anyone else is either. Shaun Wilson may be unscrupulous at times, but even he has to have some ill feelings toward Ash after what happened in the week with Jaime Lee. It was completely uncalled for and I’m surprised Ash still has a job here..”

CM: “Uncalled for? What about that unnecessary attack by Extreme Ninja Number Two? The man couldn’t take a loss and decided to ruin Ash’s night..”

CL: “I hate to make accusations, but it was quite clear that Ash’s intentions for Jaime Lee weren’t pleasant. She didn’t want to be there in the first place and with Ash after just one thing, it was good that Ninja showed up when he did..”

CM: “Really? So why did Jaime yell at him and walk off? She clearly didn’t appreciate the interruption. Perhaps she likes it rough, Conse. You just don’t know in this day and age..”


The arena lights dim as the PA switches to “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West, drawing another round of jeers from the Aberdeen crowd. With his hood covering his face, Shaun Wilson walks through the curtain and stops at the edge of the stage to survey the jeering fans. As Shaun crosses his arms in front of his chest, white sparks begin to rain down from above the ReVoltrons and bounce across the stage for an impressive visual effect. Shaun peels back his hood and begins nodding his head to the beat of the music, then jogs down the steps and quickly makes his way down the aisle toward the ring.

MA: “And his partner; weighing two-hundred and thirty-four pounds and residing in New York City, New York, USA. Representing the Tanaka Zaibatsu, he is the Flycore Phenom; SHAUN WILSON!!

Nearing the ring, Shaun pulls off his hoodie and throws it into the crowd, then jumps onto the ring steps and springs onto the apron. Turning his back to the ring, Shaun raises his arms above his head and leans against the top rope, posing for the fans in attendance. He makes his way along the apron and scales the turnbuckles, then stares out at the fans and smacks his chest, before jumping down and landing inside of the ring. Shaun points across and begins yelling at Ash, then at J.J, before turning and stretching against the ropes.

CL: “It’s going to be interesting to see how these two co-exist. Shaun and Ash have a bit of history between them, with Ash taking out Shaun with a hockey stick whilst on his quest for the Flycore Championship..”

JH: “Ash doesn’t exactly have a good relationship with the Tanaka Zaibatsu either, especially after forcing Mister Blond to submit last week. And if you consider that Daisuke Tanaka believes himself to be a powerful force here, then you can only imagine what is going to happen if Hembra doesn’t actually show up. Daisuke may take that as an insult and put a hit out, especially if Shaun and Ash lose this match..”

CM: “Two massive employment super powers clashing; Hembra Monstruo versus the entire Zaibatsu. That would be a pay-per-view quality battle, because you just know Hembra would do some major damage before falling.”

CL: “That’s if she were to show up. Besides, I don’t think Smarty would be crazy enough to send Hembra into battle by herself against three men of the Zaibatsu’s ability. But let’s not talk about that any more, because as far as we know, Hembra Monstruo is going to show..”


With the first team in the ring, the lights dim and the music changes to “Body Hammer” by Fear Factory, bringing a small rally of cheers. After a brief few seconds, two men walk out from behind the curtain wearing masks similar to that of Xtreme Kitten’s and stand to attention at the top of the stairs. On the right, the masked man wears a t-shirt promoting Jay Bain’s catchphrase, whilst the left man wears a Millwall FC shirt. The two men glance around the arena, then turn to one another and pull the masks off, revealing themselves as Jay Bain and Nick Allen, much to the delight of the screaming fans.

MA: “The opponents; first, weighing two-hundred and thirty-two pounds and coming from Hull, England. He is One Hundred Percent JAY BAIN!! And, at a weight of two-hundred and eighty pounds, from Millwall, England. He is NICK The Firm ALLEN!!

The duo raise a fist in the air and a pair of red pyros explode from the stage. Through the smoke, Lucy emerges with the heavy steel chain in her hands, leading Xtreme Kitten onto the stage. Stopping at the edge of the stage, Xtreme Kitten stomps his foot to the beat of the music, whilst Lucy speaks with Nick and Jay, who simply nod in return. As Lucy and Xtreme Kitten make their way down the steps and along the aisle for the ring, Nick and Jay follow closely, slapping hands with fans either side of them.

MA: “And, accompanied by Lucy, at a weight of two-hundred and fifty-five pounds and coming to us from Shoal Bay, New South Wales, Australia. He is the former Dual Crown Champion, XTREME KITTEN!! Together, they are TEAM XTREME KITTEN!!

Upon reaching ringside, Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten up the steps by the chain leash, whilst Nick and Jay slide under the bottom rope into the ring. As Jay and Nick get to their feet, the opposing team huddles on the opposite side of the ring, keeping as much distance between the two groups as possible. Xtreme Kitten stands on the apron and allows Lucy to remove his collar, then steps through the ropes and positions himself between his two partners, though pays them little attention. Nick and Jay both remove their shirts and pat Kitten on the back, only for him to shrug them off and take a step forward, glaring across the ring at his three opponents.

JH: “Well, here we have the debut of the trio of Xtreme Kitten, Nick Allen and Jay Bain. We heard about it last week, but have no clue about the relationship here. It looks like Lucy has pieced them all together..”

CL: “Bain and Allen were partners beforehand, so getting an established tag team to protect your best asset is a good idea, even if Kitten isn’t exactly on board for the idea.”

JH: “I think he’s just confused about it all.”

CM: “If that’s the case, it won’t bode well for his team. They may be a team, but unless they can get along as a unit, then I think that the Hembra, Wilson and Ash have a better chance of winning this, based simply on their individual drive. They each want to win this for their own reasons..”

CL: “What’s to say that Team Xtreme Kitten doesn’t have its own agenda? Like Hitchen said, we have no idea what the idea behind this team is. It appears to be Lucy’s idea and she’s prone to living outside of the box and not just thinking..”


As Lucy takes position at ringside, J.J. makes a quick check on both teams, then calls for the two legal men to stand in the ring. Kitten and Jay head out to the apron, as does Shaun Wilson, leaving Ash in the ring with Nick. Ignoring Ash’s protests, J.J. brings the two men to the middle of the ring and signals for the bell to start the match.

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JH: “There’s the bell, and I’m guessing we’ve got a three-on-two handicap match. Obviously, this doesn’t play in the favour of Ash Koopa and Shaun Wilson, but you have to wonder where Smarty Smark and Hembra Monstruo are right now..”

CM: “Probably watching this all unravel out the back on a monitor. Seems a little weird that he wouldn’t take the opportunity to show Hembra off and put her back on the winning track at the expense of a former Dual Crown Champion..”

CL: “Or that may be the reason why. Maybe Smarty believes Kitten to be too good for his client..”


Still protesting with the referee, Ash turns and points up at the stage for Hembra, then suddenly swings around and slaps Nick across the face. Stunned by his own attack, Ash stares in awe as Nick rubs at his cheek and cracks a smile, much to the delight of the Aberdeen crowd. Nick shakes off the strike and lunges forward, barely missing a clothesline attempt as Ash ducks down. As Nick spins around, Ash bullies him into a collar-and-elbow tie-up, then quickly drops to the canvas and executes a fireman’s carry takeover, putting Nick on his back. Keeping hold of Nick’s left arm, Ash spins around on the canvas and traps Nick in a key-lock.

CL: “Ash Koopa starting this match off in a very unpredictable manner; slapping the taste out of Nick Allen’s mouth! And now he’s trying to control the big man with a key-lock.”

JH: “Not a bad idea, honestly. Neither man wanted to start against Nick as he’s the biggest guy in the match. Grounding him early is a great tactic, but Ash needs to be aware that a simple hold like a key-lock won’t do the trick.”

CM: “What if Ash were to snap Nick’s wrist in the hold?”

JH: “Then yeah, it might just be effective..”


Fighting the hold, Nick rolls to his left and gets to his knees, then struggles to his feet, pulling Ash up with him. Using his free arm, Nick viciously clubs Ash across the back of the neck, knocking him to his knees and breaking the hold at the same time. Nick pulls Ash back to his feet and grabs his left wrist, quickly whipping him into the ropes, before hitting a standing clothesline on the rebound to floor his opponent. Ash staggers back to his feet in a daze, allowing Nick to scoop him up and plant him in the middle of the ring with a body slam. Grabbing the left arm and leg, Nick drags Ash across the canvas toward the ropes, then turns and makes the tag to Jay Bain, before stepping out to the apron. Jay glances around at the fans and motions for more noise, only for Xtreme Kitten to slap him across the head and point at Ash. Now slightly more focused, Jay slingshots over the top rope and drives his elbow down into Ash’s chest.

JH: “A well placed elbow to the chest of Ash Koopa, courtesy of Jay Bain. And it looks like Ash could be in trouble already, having taken his fair share of abuse from Nick Allen in the opening minute.”

CL: “Yeah, but did you see Xtreme Kitten’s reaction to it all? He slapped Jay across the back of the head for interacting with the crowd. I can’t get my head around this relationship; first, Kitten doesn’t want them and now he’s trying to control them.”

JH: “I wouldn’t call it controlling. It’s educating, I guess. Perhaps you could even call it tough love.”


Jay quickly gets to his feet and pulls Ash up from the canvas, only for Ash to bury his knee into Jay’s mid-section. Grabbing onto Jay’s hair, Ash lunges across the ring toward the corner and launches Jay face-first into the top turnbuckle pad, then tags out to Shaun and sprawls through the ropes to ringside. Shaun quickly scrambles into the ring and rocks Jay with a forearm to the jaw, then ducks down and drives his shoulder into Jay’s mid-section, forcing the air out of his body. Taking a step back, Shaun leads Jay out of the corner and along the ropes, then grabs his left wrist and attempts to whip his opponent, only for Jay to counter and send Shaun charging across the ring. However, rather than rebound, Shaun slides under the bottom rope and out of the ring, much to the dismay of his opponents.

CM: “Ha, brilliant move by Wilson; escaping to break Jay’s momentum!”

JH: “There’s a fairly good reason as to why Shaun Wilson held the Flycore Championship.”


Not wanting to lose any momentum, Jay charges across the ring and slides under the bottom rope to confront his opponent, only for Shaun to turn and run around the ring. Jay quickly gives chase and swings around the ring post after Shaun, only for Ash to appear and level Jay with a vicious forearm lariat.

CL:ASH BOMBER!! That came out of nowhere!”

CM: “More importantly, Jay brought it on himself. He couldn’t be patient and wait it out; he had to run out after Shaun. And look what happens! He nearly has his head taken off in a glorious moment!”

JH: “I wouldn’t exactly call it glorious. Especially not from Jay’s perspective..”


As Shaun climbs back into the ring, Ash pulls Jay up from the ringside mats and rolls him under the bottom rope, then returns to his corner. Shaun quickly pulls Jay to his feet and forces him into a front chancery, then hooks Jay’s left leg and lifts him overhead for a fisherman suplex, bridging the hold for the pin attempt as Nick cautiously ducks through the ropes.
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TWO
TH- KICK OUT!!
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CL: “I hate to say it, but Shaun and Ash have to cut corners in this match if they want to stand a chance of winning. Smarty has screwed them over to no end here..”

JH: “I disagree. If they’re as good as they say they are, they should be fine by themselves. And doing more things like that perfect fisherman suplex may just swing the match in their favour. Especially if Nick or Kitten are slow to react to the pin..”


Whilst Nick shouts words of encouragement from the apron, Shaun sits Jay up and places his knee against the back of Jay’s neck, before reaching around with both arms to trap him in a reverse chin lock.

JH: “And this is the best way to handle things. It’s going to be an uphill battle for Ash and Shaun, so these slow and wearing holds could be vital to their plans of winning.”

CM: “You say that like you’ve wrestled before. You have no clue. And neither do I, but I can only imagine the panic going through their minds right now. Jay Bain is going to submit to a chin lock!”

CL: “Uh..”


Feeding off of the growing support from the Aberdeen fans, Jay struggles against the hold and manages to manoeuvre himself onto his knees to reduce the pressure on his neck. As he struggles to his feet, Shaun follows him up in attempt to regain control, only for Jay to catch him with a pair of elbows to the mid-section. Jay turns away from Shaun and looks to run the ropes, only for Shaun to grab a handful of hair and pull Jay back, quickly hooking him in an inverted facelock. As Jay struggles to break free, Shaun lifts his left leg up and brings it down across Jay’s chest, driving him to the canvas for a modified guillotine leg drop. Shaun quickly looks round to Ash, then crawls on top of Jay and hooks both legs for the pin attempt.
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JH: “Inverted guillotine DDT!”

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THR- NICK MAKES THE SAVE!!
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As J.J. forces Nick back to his corner, Ash climbs through the ropes and helps Shaun to his feet, then lifts Shaun as if going for a belly-to-back suplex, only to drop his partner forward onto Jay, executing an assisted senton splash. Shaun quickly rolls across the canvas and under the bottom rope as Ash claps his hands together, drawing the referee’s attention back to the match.

CL: “Well, so far, Ash and Shaun are working well together, despite their past. Could we be seeing a new tag team forming right before our eyes?”

CM: “Doubt it very much; I can’t imagine Daisuke wanting to employ Ash or Ash wanting to work for Daisuke. There’s too much pride between the two of them.”


Ash pulls Jay to his feet and holds him by his hair, then lands a right hand to the jaw, almost knocking Jay from his feet. Ignoring J.J.’s calls to release the hair, Ash uses his grip to drive Jay face-first into his knee, then flings him backward, smashing the back of Jay’s head against the canvas. Ash then turns and begins yelling at the referee, whilst Nick leads the crowd in a round of clapping to rally his fallen partner.

JH: “That’s the sign of a good partner; being there at all times, even if not in the ring. Nick is trying to get Jay back into the match and the fans are desperate to help him.”

Paying no attention to the fans, Ash pulls Jay up from the canvas and lifts him by the waist for an inverted atomic drop, only for Jay to counter and hook Ash in a front chancery, before falling backward and planting his opponent with a DDT. Running on adrenaline, Jay scrambles back to his feet and lunges toward his corner, prompting Xtreme Kitten to raise his hands and avoid the tag, resulting in Nick Allen tagging himself into the action.

JH: “I really don’t get the relationship here. Xtreme Kitten didn’t even want the tag; Nick had to bring himself into the match to capitalise on that huge Second Wind DDT by Jay Bain!”

CL: “Yeah, Ash looks completely out of it right now!”


As Kitten slaps Jay across the head, Nick pulls Ash to his feet and nails him with a brutal headbutt, sending Ash sprawling backward into the ropes. Unrelenting, Nick nails Ash with a jab to the mid-section, then grabs his left wrist and whips him across the ring into the ropes. As Ash rebounds, Shaun reaches across and slaps his partner on the back for the blind tag, before Nick lifts Ash in the air and drives him down to the canvas with a spinebuster. Unaware of the tag, Nick goes for a pin attempt on Ash, only for J.J. to refuse the count whilst Shaun scales the turnbuckles in his corner.

CM: “Ha! Shaun got the tag and Nick didn’t even see it!”

CL: “Hence why it’s called a blind tag, numb nuts.”


Nick slowly gets to his feet and argues with the referee in confusion, then turns to find the legal man as Shaun dives from the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick, taking Nick off of his feet. As Shaun gets to his knees, Xtreme Kitten leans through the ropes and tags himself into the match, drawing a mass round of cheers from the fans.

JH: “And Xtreme Kitten is in! He’s picked his moment and it’s probably the most bizarre moment he could’ve picked, but either way..”

CL: “The captain of Team Xtreme Kitten may just swing this match in his favour; he’s completely fresh and actually looks like he wants to wrestle now. He beat Dragon last week, but let’s see how he does against someone of Shaun Wilson’s ability.”

CM: “Badly, I hope..”


Shaun quickly gets to his feet and lunges forward at Xtreme Kitten, who barely ducks down to avoid contact. As Shaun turns around, Kitten spins around on the spot and levels Shaun with a back fist to the jaw, almost knocking him from his feet. With Shaun staggered, Kitten scoops him up onto his right shoulder, only for Shaun to drop down and land behind his opponent, before backing himself into the ropes. As Shaun rebounds across the ring, Kitten jumps up and nails Shaun under the jaw with a jumping knee strike, sending him crashing to the canvas.

CL: “Christ almighty! What a shot that was!”

Xtreme Kitten looks around the ring to survey the damage and nods to himself, then returns to his corner and slaps Jay Bain on the chest, before pointing at Shaun and shouting instructions. Kitten returns to the apron as Jay climbs through the ropes and looks to pull Shaun up, only to dive side-ways as Ash lunges in with an attempted kick to the head. As Ash turns around in the confusion, Jay jumps up and catches him in the face with a calf kick. Turning his attention back to the legal man, Jay pulls Shaun up from the canvas and grabs his left wrist, before whipping him across the ring to the neutral corner. With Shaun dazed against the turnbuckles, Jay charges forward and collides with Shaun, nailing him in the jaw with an avalanching forearm.

CM: “This stupid numbers game is really starting to take its toll on the match now! Ash and Shaun have lost their stranglehold on their opponents..”

JH: “If they hadn’t have cheated, they wouldn’t have had any advantage in the first place!”

CM: “Don’t give me that. You can’t say that it’s fair they’re out here in a two-on-three situation. And it’s not like they’re facing off against Dragon, Dragon and Dragon. They’re in there with three top class athletes!”

CL: “Are you giving kudos to Allen, Bain and Kitten?”

CM: “Only because it helps my argument here. Smarty Smark and Hembra Monstruo have a lot to answer for!”


As Shaun staggers out of the corner, Jay hooks his legs and hoists him in the air, before dropping backward and planting Shaun face-down on the canvas with a flapjack. Jay quickly gets to his feet and rushes across the ring, making the tag to Nick. However, as Nick steps through the ropes, Ash kicks the middle rope and crotches Nick, drawing a pained noise from the crowd. Quick to follow-up, Ash lunges at Jay for a clothesline attempt, narrowly missing as Jay ducks down. As Ash turns around, Jay charges forward and hits a clothesline of his own, taking both men over the top rope and crashing to the ringside mats at Lucy’s feet.

JH: “Lucy was almost in harms way there! Ash and Jay tumbled over that top rope and landed hard. I think Jay came out of that almost as bad as Ash did!”

CL: “Not exactly the smartest of moves, but then, neither was that tag. Nick got caught pretty badly on that middle rope thanks to Ash, who shouldn’t even have been in the ring at the time.”


Nick gingerly steps through the ropes and slumps backward against the turnbuckles in pain, whilst Shaun slowly staggers to his feet in the adjacent corner. Looking to capitalise, Shaun stumbles toward Nick and drives his shoulder into Nick’s mid-section, then catches Xtreme Kitten off-guard with a forearm to knock him from the apron. Shaun drives his shoulder into Nick’s mid-section a second time, then carefully hoists him to a seated position on the top turnbuckle pad. Shaun looks around the arena at the fans, then scales the ropes and nails Nick with a pair of forearms to the jaw.

CM: “This looks like it’s going to be pretty big!”

Shaun jumps onto Nick’s shoulders and snaps back for a hurracanrana, only for Nick to over-power his opponent and block the move, leaving Shaun hanging upside-down. Using all of his strength, Nick stands upright on the middle turnbuckle and lifts Shaun back onto his shoulders, then jumps forward and drives Shaun into the canvas with a devastating powerbomb.

JH: “Oh my God! Nick Allen just smashed Shaun Wilson’s body into little pieces with that powerbomb off the ropes!”

CL: “Say goodnight Shaun Wilson! There is no coming back from a move like that! All he can do is hope and pray that Ash gets back in the ring before Nick tries for the pin!”

JH: “There isn’t much chance of that, as Ash is still down on the mats with Jay!”


With the fans cheering and chanting in a show of support, Nick staggers backward into the ropes, then stumbles toward his downed opponent and hooks both of Shaun’s legs under his arms. Nick quickly rolls Shaun onto his stomach with no resistance and squats down, trapping Shaun in a Boston Crab. As Shaun cries out in pain, Nick begins rocking side-to-side to constantly shift the weight and the pressure. With nowhere to go, Shaun begins slapping the mat in submission, prompting Shaun to instantly release the hold as J.J. calls for the bell.

MA: “Your winners, by submission, JAY BAIN, NICK ALLEN and XTREME KITTEN!!

As J.J. raises Nick’s hand, Xtreme Kitten slides under the ropes into the ring and gets to his feet, keeping his distance from his partner. At the same time, Jay climbs into the ropes and heads straight to Nick, grabbing his right hand and shaking it in a sign of respect. The two men turn and pump their arms in victory to the crowd, as Xtreme Kitten comes up behind the duo and raises their arms.

JH: “Looks like Nick and Jay may just have won Xtreme Kitten’s respect..”

CM: “After a powerbomb like the one that Nick did on Shaun, I think Kitten realised that he doesn’t want to cross these two guys. And really, I can’t blame him.”

CL: “I guess a solid Team Xtreme Kitten may be something we’ll a lot more of in the near future. They didn’t exactly operate well as a unit, but if the respect is there, then they’ll certainly improve over time.”

JH: “And what a way to start off the show; a great match, even if it was lacking a certain Hembra Monstruo..”


Kitten quickly releases the arms of his partners and slaps both of them on the chest, then turns and heads to the ropes, making his exit. As Kitten joins Lucy at the bottom of the ramp, he turns to the ring and motions for his partners to join him, prompting Jay and Nick to climb out of the ring and follow Lucy and Kitten up the aisle.

CL: “Now, I believe we’re going to the back where..”

The camera cuts back to the ring as Ash crawls under the bottom rope, glaring intently at Shaun Wilson. Paying no attention to the surroundings, Ash violently pulls Shaun to his feet and slaps him across the face, then backs himself into the ropes. As Shaun staggers, Ash rebounds and lunges forward, nailing Shaun with a vicious Ash Bomber to knock him to the floor.

CL: “What was the need for that!?”

JH: “Ash Koopa just took his frustrations out on Shaun Wilson, hitting his partner with that big forearm lariat! Ash clearly annoyed about this entire match.”

CM: “His team did lose the match, Hitchen. And his team were at a constant disadvantage thanks to the fact it was a three-on-two match. I think he has a right to be frustrated!”

JH: “But to take it out on his partner?”

CM: “I’m sure that Ash can justify himself somehow..”
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MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and the first match of a Best of Seven Series...

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
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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.

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Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen
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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: “Entering the ring first, from Beverly Hills, California and he weighs in at 211 pounds…..'The First Wonder of the World' Ethan Adams!!!”

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Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
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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.

MA: And his opponent...

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HARDER
BETTER
FASTER
STRONGER!
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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, his usual beaming smile replaced with a stony-faced expression. He heads down the steps and walks down the aisle towards the ring.

MA: Hailing from Cheltenham, England and weighing 220 pounds...LIAM MORTELL!

Liam ignores the fans to his left and right, he storms to the ring with eyes only for Ethan Adams. He ascends the steps up to the apron 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.

CL: Liam Mortell is not his usual friendly self tonight obviously, we have seen a darker side of the veteran this week in anticipation of this match.

JH: And here we go, the referee calls for the opening bell and the Best of Seven Series has commenced.

Michaela Menendez starts the match as Ethan Adams continues hopping from foot-to-foot, in stark contrast Liam Mortell has not moved from the corner he is leaning in and he has not taken his eyes off the 'High Spot Sensation'.

CL: The first match so important in a series, whoever wins this could gain an early advantage they keep for all the series.

Liam and Ethan come forward to lock up a classic tie up. It's an even contest a similar size and weight but the veteran Liam Mortell uses a superior leverage to force Ethan back into a corner...at the last moment Ethan slips out and reverses Mortell into the turnbuckle! He holds Liam in the corner as Menendez starts her count before Adams dances out of the corner, athletically bouncing away as Mortell shakes his head. Mortell stretches against the ropes, pulling on the top cord before stepping out to tie up once more with his rival.

JH: What a night we have planned here on ReVolt for all our viewers, including Champions to be decided.

CL: Kiyoshi defends the Dual Crown against Nightmare and in the Main Event, it's Prime & Kennedy challenged by Jim O'Brien and Lara Toni for those Tag Team straps.

Ethan Adams applies a standing side headlock, synching it in nice and tight before the experienced Mortell takes him back to the end of the ring. He pushes Ethan off and Adams rebounds from the ropes with a running shoulder block knockdown. Ethan mocks his fallen opponent but Liam isn't on his back for long as he sweeps the legs from under Adams. Both men are to their feet quickly and this time Liam clasps the headlock. He is backed into the ropes but copies Ethan earlier to come off the ropes and knock him down with a shoulder block. He picks Ethan up and irish whips him but Ethan holds on to reverse. Liam comes off the ropes and ducks underneath a clothesline attempt, then underneath a leap-frog until finally being caught high on the head with a picture-perfect standing dropkick.

CM: The first significant moment in this match is a big move from Ethan Adams, driving both feet into the face of Mortell.

JH: Look at Mortell, he rolls to the outside to create some separation and shows that vital experience advantage he has over Ethan Adams.

Mortell walks around ringside, keeping a close eye on both the referee's count and Ethan Adams position in case Ethan tries a baseball slide. Ethan tries to get to the outside but the referee blocks his path. Mortell returns to the ring, demanding that Ethan step away from the ropes and Menendez orders the 'High Spot Sensation' back. Ethan holds his up his hands to signal he won't try anything but like a viper he strikes as soon as Liam plants a foot inside the ring. Two hard soccer kicks to the shoulder of Mortell brings the Englishman back into the ring. Ethan lines him up and looks for a European uppercut but Liam dodges that, Mortell comes back with a couple of forearms to wobble Adams. Liam follows up with a headbutt and a European uppercut of his own to floor the young opponent. Adams then rolls out of the ring, somewhat dazed by the offensive flurry.

JH: Look at this, Ethan taking a page out of the Liam Mortell book.

CL: Well, Liam did it earlier and now Ethan is taking a time out.

Liam has to be restrained as Ethan shakes himself loose at ringside. Ethan starts to slide back into the ring but stops and returns to the outside. Menendez can't even begin her count as Mortell constantly tries to get at Adams. Ethan even begins posing for pictures before Liam reaches through the ropes and grabs him by the hair. Ethan is pulled up onto the apron but he rakes Liam in the eyes and drags his head down across the top rope. Ethan leaps up onto the top rope and connects with a Springboard DDT! Ratings Spike! Ethan scrambles into a cover...

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT![/align]

JH: The first cover of the match goes to Ethan! He gets a nearfall!

Ethan mounts Mortell and is all over him with punches to the head despite Mortell doing his best to cover up. Mortell pushes Ethan off him but Adam is right back up and stomps away at Liam Mortell. He pulls Liam up and whips him far side into the turnbuckle. Ethan follows in and lands a BIG chop to the chest. Ethan hits three more "Wooooo" worthy chops before Mortell grabs him and sends Ethan into the corner! Mortell lights Ethan up with a series of chops himself! The exposed chest of Adam takes a pounding before he can reverse it back. Mortell eats a few more of Ethan's chops before Ethan attempts an irish whip to the opposite corner. Liam holds on and reverses, Ethan hits the 'buckles and stumbles out into a back body drop!

CL: Ethan up in the lights before crashing down to the canvas!

CM: I don't like the guy but I give Liam Mortell credit for hanging with Ethan Adams so far.

Liam Mortell tries to pull Ethan to his feet but Adams lands a thumb into Mortell's right eye. Mortell is weakened and vulnerable to be taken down into a front facelock by Adams. The elementary move keeps Liam on the mat as Ethan lauds his advantage over the Cheltenham native. Suddenly Mortell rises! Adams still has hold of the facelock so Liam brings Ethan with him! Liam picks Ethan all the way up onto a vertical suplex and holds him there for a few moments, before slamming him down to the mat. Still suffering from the facelock, Liam is slow to his feet and only can get up at the same time as his opponent. Ethan is quicker to attack, he picks Liam up into a suplex but he adjusts his hands and lands a Side Effect Suplex!

JH: Wait a minute! That's a Liam Mortell move!

CL: Just like the front facelock...

CM: What a plan! Ethan is using Mortell moves to get in the head of Mortell! He's trying to frustrate Liam!

Instead of covering, Ethan hovers over Mortell and slaps him around the head! Mortell looks pretty angry as Adams pokes him with the tip of his boot. Liam tries to push Ethan away but Adams responds with a basement dropkick to the face and head. Ethan then shows the ultimate in disrespect, covering Liam with one foot across his chest.

[align=center]ONE!

KICK OUT![/align]

CL: Look at what Ethan is doing, he's trying to make Liam so mad that he forgets the basics!

CM: It's a brilliant plan!

Mortell is not happy as he leaps to his feet, knocks down Ethan with a big boot to the chest. Liam drags Ethan up but Ethan uses the anger to his advantage, easily dodging a running clothesline attempt and then slamming a stiff middle kick into Liam. Mortell is doubled over and Ethan grabs him for an irish whip, not before shouting "SPINEBUSTAAH!". Ethan whips him into the ropes but Liam blocks the spinebuster, putting the brakes on before he reaches Ethan and hooking him up in a Northern Lights Suplex! Liam holds on in the bridge...

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT![/align]

JH: Ethan was going use that Spinebuster that Liam is so proud of, that may have been a mistake.

CL: May have been? Look at Adams now!

Liam stays on the mat, grabbing Ethan's left leg and turning it over into a Single-Leg Boston Crab! Adams scrambles for the ropes as Liam attempts to lock it in tight! Liam's grip isn't quite secure and Ethan escapes to the sanctity of the ropes. Ethan holds onto that bottom rope for dear life as Liam plots his next move. He dives to the mat and locks in the Robinson's Bear Hug! Despite being on the ground and close to the ropes, Liam manages to weaken Ethan. Ethan reaches, his fingertips are close to safety but Liam tightens the Bear Hug and Ethan's momentum is lost. Ethan builds it back up and crowd urge Liam on, Adams has to block out the noise before he finally makes it to the rope once again. Liam reluctantly releases the move named after his Grandfather, then goes right back into action. Liam ignores the protests from Referee Menendez, he drags Ethan away from the ropes and applies the STS!

JH: Step-Over Toe-Hold Sleeper!

Again Ethan reacts, desperately clawing to get away before Liam has it fully in and Adams manages to loosen his head long enough to reach over to the bottom rope. Menendez gets to a dangerous four count before Liam releases the sleeper. He untangles his legs and in doing so, Ethan seizes a brief opportunity to grab Mortell by the singlet and drive him head-first into the middle turnbuckle near them.

CM: Great move by Ethan! He's created some time for him to recover from a barrage of submission attempts by Liam.

JH: Mortell and Adams will meet potentially seven times over the coming weeks, this win would be huge for either man!

Mortell pulls himself up using the ropes as Adams also picks himself up off the canvas. Ethan goes immediately downstairs with a dropkick to Mortell's knees. Liam slumps to the canvas and Ethan picks up Liam's legs. He turns him onto his stomach, applying an elevated Boston Crab! It's Liam's turn to squeal in pain as Adams leans back on it, all the pressure being applied to Liam's lower back! Mortell is fading as Adams nods to himself, he believes that the win is coming but Mortell roars! Mortell grits his teeth and fights back! Mortell uses his forearms to drag him along the canvas towards the ropes. Mortell is close and he gets a hand on the ropes, Menendez calls for the break...but Ethan drags him away to the middle of the ring! Menendez counts to five, she's about to disqualify Adams when Liam has one last big push left in him, he rears back and kicks Ethan off him! The 'High Spot Sensation' is sent sprawling to the canvas!

JH: Mortell escapes from an Ethan Adams submission move!

CM: Pick a winner! This is a tough match to call!

Liam takes control of Ethan, going behind for a German Suplex but Menendez is out of position still remonstrating with Adams and Ethan lands a mule kick low blow. Ethan heads out to the ring apron. He vaults to the top rope and poses for the camera flashes just for moment...but it's a moment that allows Liam to push into the ropes and Ethan crotches down on the top turnbuckle! Liam has Ethan in position, he adjusts Ethan's legs into the cloverleaf position and pulls Adams out of the corner. Liam turns around and POWERBOMBS Adams down! Adams' shoulders are down!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP![/align]

CM: Such a close nearfall gained by Mortell!

CL: But Mortell still has that cloverleaf in on Adams...

Mortell turns Adams over onto his stomach and he has the Texas Cloverleaf in! The Cloverleaf Special by Mortell could be the end for Adams as the Californian looks spent. Liam appears to have it won but again Ethan surprises with his resolve, he begins edging towards the ropes! Mortell shakes his head as he does his best to keep Ethan in the middle of the ring but Adams is building momentum! Ethan's legs and his lower back are under such immense pressure as Mortell attempts to keep Ethan grounded but Mortell's right foot slips! Mortell manages to keep upright but the opportunity for Ethan is there to take advantage. Ethan uses the slip to edge closer to the ropes and to the disappointment of the FIW fans, he grabs onto the rope and clings to it for dear life.

JH: Mortell so close to having it won with the Cloverleaf Special!

Mortell has to release and does so during Menendez's count. He stomps away at Ethan before pulling him to his feet. Liam works over Ethan with punches, chops and kicks all causing damage. It may be time for the ATC as he sets Ethan up with an arm across his chest to Ethan's shoulder. Liam is looking for that Rock Bottom Backbreaker but Ethan counters! Ethan lands elbows to Liam's head before knocking Liam down with a running high knee to the face. Ethan again heads to the top rope and this time wastes no time in diving off with a Corkscrew Leg Drop! It connects! Ethan gets on top for the cover but he doesn't hook a leg!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT![/align]

Ethan can't believe that Liam kicked out, he rolls to the outside and picks up a steel chair from the timekeeper's table!

JH: Is Ethan Adams going to throw this match away????

CM: What are you doing Ethan!? Think about it!

Ethan places the chair on the ground next to the ring apron and then slides back in. He distracts the referee with a claim that the turnbuckle across on the other side of the ring is loose. Ethan reaches down and picks the chair up...but instead of using it on Liam, he tosses it to his opponent! Ethan then doubles over holding his head as Menendez turns around! She looks at Ethan howling in pain, pointing to his head and then the chair as Mortell tosses it away to claim his innocence! Menendez considers disqualifying Liam but she remembers that she didn't DQ Ethan earlier when he wouldn't break the submission hold, that momentary hesitation allows Liam to sprint at Ethan and knock him down with a Shining Enziguri. The match continues despite the referee being somewhat confused, Ethan gets back up but walks right into the SPINEBUSTAAH!

JH: There it is!

CL: This is over!

Liam pins Ethan, hooking the far leg in what looks to be a certain victory...

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP![/align]

Now Liam can't believe that Ethan kicked out! Liam is getting frustrated as he argues with the referee, holding three fingers up in her face but the ref responds with only two. Mortell drops a knee down onto Ethan to keep him on the mat as he continues to complain about the decision. Mortell brushes past Menendez as she checks on Adams, Mortell has picked up the steel chair introduced by Ethan Adams! Mortell prepares to nail Adams with it...

JH: Don't use it Liam! You will be disqualified this time!

CM: Do it! Do it!

Menendez plucks the chair from Mortell's hands as he raised it behind him! Menendez disposes with the chair down to ringside and Liam places his hands on his hips to show his annoyance. Liam turns around, he looks down to find Ethan Adams not on the mat where he left him...ETHAN SPRINGBOARDS OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A FLYING FIST TO WIPE OUT MORTELL!

CM: Where the hell did Ethan Adams come from?!

CL: The distraction of taking the chair allowed Ethan to recover!

Ethan drags Liam away from the ropes and gets into the cover, he hooks the near leg!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

3...NO!

KICK OUT![/align]

JH: I can't believe it! Neither of these two men can make the other stay down for a three!

Ethan is devastated, the momentary delay of pulling Liam away from the ropes cost him dearly. Ethan drags Liam up to his feet and just shoves him back into a turnbuckle. Ethan runs in with a turnbuckle clothesline in mind but Liam moves out of the way!

JH: Mortell is going on instinct alone now!

CM: What does this mean for the other matches in this series? They really could just go either way!

Mortell works over Ethan with a series of punches to the chest followed by a running forearm that has Ethan staggering out of the corner. Liam hooks Adams up and lifts him high into a vertical suplex...but Ethan floats over and rolls Mortell up into a pinning predicament all in one fluid motion!

[align=center]ONE!

ETHAN GRABS A HANDFULL OF TIGHTS!

TWO!

KICK OUT!
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CL: Even with the tights Ethan couldn't keep Mortell down for three!

JH: Mortell's one of these guys that sleep on their front because they just won't stay on their back!

Liam and Ethan are back up at the same time, Liam swings with a roundhouse right hand but Ethan blocks it and counters into a backslide!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT![/align]

Liam lands a headlock takedown as they both are up to their feet in an instant. Liam flips across Ethan's body for an unorthodox pinning attempt but Ethan bridges up before Menendez can get into position. Ethan bridges all the way up to a vertical base, spins inside but Liam backs out of it and goes for a school boy!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT![/align]

CM: I'm exhausted just watching these guys!

Again both men match each other in getting back up to a vertical base, this time Liam stays low and small packages Adams as he comes towards him!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT![/align]

This time Ethan Adams is caught with a back elbow as he spins to his feet. Mortell takes him into a corner and then irish whips him to the opposite turnbuckle. Mortell runs in after Adams but Ethan gets a foot up into Mortell's face. Mortell stumbles back as Ethan lifts himself up into a sitting position on the top rope. Mortell shakes away the cobwebs and runs in once more, he eats another boot but this time he is sent spinning into the turnbuckle underneath Ethan. Ethan is walked out in the Electric Chair position, the strain on Liam Mortell's face is evident for all to see. Ethan gains his balance up there and attempts a victory roll but Liam clamps down on him as Ethan's shoulders hit the mat!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

THREE![/align]

JH: He got him! That counter came from absolutely nowhere!

CL: Match one goes to Liam Mortell!

Mortell has his hand raised and then bails out as an angry Ethan Adams gets back up onto his feet in a clear state of shock. Ethan can't believe he was pinned and his misery is only compounded by the ring announcement.

MA: Here is your winner and the man up One to Zero in the Best of Seven Series...LIAM MORTELL!

On the ramp, Liam Mortell raises his arms to the fans and there's a big grin on his face in contrast with Ethan Adams. Adams is pissed off as he screams at Mortell, he then grabs Michaela Menendez to remonstrate with her. Adams pushes Menendez away from him and the female referee leaves the ring quickly.

JH: Ethan Adam is understandably upset here...

CL: But it was a well-contested even match, he has a lot to be proud of here tonight.

Ethan leans against the top rope, his frustrations at not getting the victory are threatening to boil over as he kicks the bottom rope. Ethan exits the ring, he walks around ringside with an angry expression filling his face. Ethan shoves Michael Anderson aside and flips over the timekeeper's table in disgust! He kicks the announce table as he shakes his head and mutters to himself. Ethan turns to Chip Martin and begins to shout that he "had Mortell beat".

CM: I know you did! You were going to pin him with the Victory Roll, I saw it...we all saw it.

Ethan remains around ringside shouting that he has been robbed of his win as security come down to ringside to escort Ethan backstage. Ethan refuses to be touched by the security force sent by Lazaro and makes his own way backstage, continuing to protest at the result.
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[align=center]I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth again
I am getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to never tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)
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MA: Ladies And Gentlemen, This match is for the FIW Hellcat Championship!! Making her way to the ring, weighing in at 133 pounds... Rorrrrrry...Von....DRACHENBEEEEERG!!

The speakers burst with vibration as Rory Von D, makes her way out onto the stage to a crowd full of jeers. She stands on the stage for a few seconds before making her way down the few steps onto the walkway with one thing on her mind and that is ass kicking. She makes it to the ring and she slides right into the ring with her hands in the air as her music cuts down and she waits impatiently for her opponent.

[align=center]It's coming up
It's coming up
It's coming up
It's coming up
It's DARE

It's DARE
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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
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MA: From New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty three pounds…ROXIEEEEEEEEEE…GAAAAAALAAAANOOOOCHIEEEEEEEEEEeee!!!!!!!!!!!!

Roxie reaches up grabbing hold of the middle rope and places her left knee up on the apron before pushing up on the right foot to get the other knee up there as well. Up on the apron, Roxie releases the middle rope and slides her head under it as her right knee joins in as well. Roxie remains straddling the bottom rope to take the moment to laugh out at the fans wanting to see her fall once again. Roxie lifts in her left leg and crawls around for a few seconds along the ropes before using the corner turnbuckle to pull herself up first to her knees. Roxie takes another moment to look through the crowd a smile etched on her face until she suddenly spins around, kicks out her legs, and takes a seated position in the corner.

[align=center] It's coming up
It's coming up
It's DARE

Never did no harm
Never did no harm
[/align]

Roxie remains seated for a moment bobbing her head along with the beat until finally pulling herself up to her feet using the top rope. It’s a slow movement that gives a mighty fine arch in her favour. So mighty in fact that when she releases the rope and rears forward the momentum buildup is enough to get in a decent cartwheel that Roxie ends by shooting both arms in the air, fists clenched, letting out a refreshing smile of self approving accomplishment. It’s then that the music fades out and lights resume to normal velocity.

CM: So, It's the reigning Hellcat champion, against Dragonette. I might just leave now.

JH: It's no secret that Rory Von D is very lucky to have earned this chance at the belts. She's not been particularly active of late, and her last few appearances haven't exactly ended well for her.

CL: You can say that again, Hitchen.

[align=center]DING!

DING!!

DING!![/align]


Straight from the bell, Roxie launches a barrage of slaps and kicks toward Rory, quickly beating her into the turnbuckle, and following up with a picture-perfect Tornado DDT. Capitalising on her quick domination of the atch, Roxie hooks the leg.

[align=center]ONE!!

TWO!!

TH-KICKOUT!
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JH: That was very nearly the quickest win I think I've ever seen!

CM: Von Drachenberg is useless. Boo.

The two are now back to their feet, Rory rushing at Roxie, who simply armdrags her over. Rory, however, maintains enough momentum to be quickly back on her feet, coming at Galanoochie once more. Roxie isn't phased by this, though, and before she knows it Rory is once more on her back after being caught with a hybrid hurricanranna/headscissor takedown. Roxie is quickly up, dropping elbows on the prone Rory.

Satisfied that she has ruined her opponent's face enough for now, Roxie vaults to the top turnbuckle, where she remains, legs bent, screaming at Rory to get up. As the unlucky Hellcat drags herself into the standing position, Roxie leaps from the top rope, crossbodying Von D straight back down. As the two hit the floor, Roxie opts not for the pin, but for a sleeperhold instead.


CL: Sleeperhold locked in.

CM: Maybe she's gonna knock her out and cut her hair.

CL: Yeah, if she doesn't fuck her face up in a handgliding accident.

JH: That was a little low, Loire.

CM: Fuck you, Bitchen. At least he's making a submission interesting for once.

Fuzz is now on his knees, checking on the condition of Rory, who seems completely lifeless. He raises her arm... And it drops.

1!!

The arm foes up again... And once again, down.

2!!

Up again...

But this time, through some miracle, it stays. Von D begins to stir, eventually managing to get a hand to the ropes, forcing Roxie to reluctantly relinquish the hold. Being trapped in the sleeper has obviously taken it out of the challenger, however, as she stands against the ropes, trying to blink away the cobwebs. In fact, she's so confused she doesn't do anything about Roxie dropkicking her in the jaw, except pitch violently sideways, collapsing on the floor.

Roxie then drags Rory to the center of the ring, hooks her legs under her arms, and rolls her over for a Boston Crab. The tired, confused and hurt Hellcat doesn't last long before she taps, The bell echoing across the arena. Roxie is not about to let go, however, and stays ring center, feeding off the screams of Rory Von D.


JH: Roxie's not letting up! Someone stop her!

CM: Boooooo-riiiiiing!!!! Wait, what's this?

Through the crowd comes an angry looking Hembra Monstruo, approaching the ring from behind Roxie. The Hellcatzilla takes her time getting into the ring, then clobbering the champ from behind. Lifting Roxie by her hair, Monstruo drives blow after blow into her face, bellowing monstrously. Hembra doesn't stop with the vicious shots until there is blood both on her knuckles and Roxie's face, when she then decides to lift the lighter woman up, almost press slamming her through the ring. Galanoochie doesn't seem to be moving anymore, but Hembra doesn't stop kicking and punching the unlucky champ. Gripping Roxie by her long golden tresses, Hembra begins driving knees into her face, roaring the whole time. After countless knees to the face, Hembra decides that her lust for violence cannot be sated with mere body blows. She looks at Smark, who has appeared at ringside. Sensing her bloodlust, he throws his briefcase to the amazon. Hembra then turns her attention back to Roxie, who comes out of the corner fighting. Monstruo simply shrugs the shots off, then takes a second to measure the other woman before swinging the briefcase straight into her face, smashing it in the process. Unsurprisingly, Roxie drops like a sack of the proverbial, while Hembra grunts in approval.

JH: OH MY GOD!!! There's blood on the canvas, there's blood on Hembra's hands, Roxie's face is covered in the claret!

CM: I know, it's fucking brilliant.

CL: Oh, look. Here comes the cavalry.

Lara Toni is charging down the entrance ramp, chair in hand. Orion's protege is quickly in the ring, and hits Monstruo hard in the back of the head with the chair, which buckles ferociously. Unfortunately for Lara, Hembra merely stumbles slightly. Undeterred, Lara gives Hembra another chair shot, bending the steel a little more. Monstruo is now prone on the ropes, but amazingly, still on her feet. One last barnstormer of a shot from Larabends the chair unrecognisably and sends Hembra toppling over the top rope, lwhere she lands in a heap on the arena floor.

Smark is quickly at her side, him and PBM raising their charge to her feet and escorting her backstage, Hembra growling in a mixture of anger, pain and surprise. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Roxie and Lara are staring daggers at each other, nose to nose. Roxie shoves Lara, all the time quietly saying something that the ringside mics can't quite pick up, but almost certainly isn't very nice.

JH: Ladies and gents, I dunno what to say! We've gotta go to a commercial break, but don't touch that dial, because we'll be back and Grant Rice will be defending his International championship against Elrick!
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The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage…

[align=center]
I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)
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…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.

JH: Elrick is looking to get back on the winning track here tonight with an Undisputed International Championship victory.

CM: How does someone like Elrick even get a match like this?

CL: Well, for one, he ended the career of Crackerjack. One of the most dominating Undisputed International Champions in a long time.

[align=center]You Run Your Mouth, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
You Play Crazy, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
You Too Hyphy, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
You Act A Fool, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
You Wanna Shoot, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
Think You Cute, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
You Got Drink, Then Poor Me A Glass
I Get Drunk, And Imma Kick Some Ass[/align]


As "Kick Yo' Ass" pounds through the arena speakers and red stage lights pulsing to the music, Grant Rice bursts onto the stage, hand in the air proudly presenting the Revolution's hand sign to a roar from the crowd as they jump to their feet on sight of the Kansas City native. He lowers his arm as he quickly pops his neck on his way down the aisle. He reaches the ring, hoping onto the apron before entering between the ropes. Once in the ring, Grant heads to the corner where he hops up once again proudly displaying The Revolution hand sign with one hand as he points to the logo on his jersey with the other, flashbulbs washing over him. He quickly slides his jersey off and chucks it into the crowd, watching the females in the crowd fight over it before hoping down, ready to go.

JH: Speaking of dominating champions. Grant Rice reign has been going since December 2nd.

CL: Yeah, but his last two defenses have come by a draw thanks to Tier.

JH: Grant hasn’t been able to get Tier’s number yet. But at the same, Tier has been unable to best Grant in any occasion.

The Truth calls both Grant and Elrick into the center of the ring, going over the rules of the match before taking the Undisputed International Championship from Rice and holding it high above for everyone to see.

MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FIW Undisputed Championship! Introducing first, the challenger: weighing in at two hundred and sixty-eight pounds, he hails from Leamington Spa, England-- ELRICK!

The Scotland crowd voice their support for the Career Killer as Elrick raises a fist into the air, barely taking his eyes off the Undisputed International Championship as its passed off to a ringside monkey.

MA: And the champion! Weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-eight pounds, he is from Kansas City, Missouri-- The FIW Undisputed International Champion GRANT RICE!

Rice raises an arm into the air in acknowledgement of the crowd’s support but immediately his attention is diverted at the sight of someone on the stage. He glances around Elrick, dropping his arm to his side and staring straight ahead at Tier stood atop the stage with a black steel chair in hand.

JH: Now what is Tier doing out here?

CM: That’s a stupid question. He’s quite obviously out here to keep an eye on Grant. You’re the one who reminded us neither man has been able to best the other.

CL: Maybe he’s going to bash Grant and Elrick’s faces in with that chair just like he did to Jaime Lee.

DING-DING

The sound of the bell shakes Grant’s attention away from Tier unfolding his steel chair and having a seat on the stage. Elrick makes the first move, going in for a standard collar and elbow tie-up… leaving him right open for a HOOK TO THE FACE FROM GRANT! Elrick stumbles to the side on impact, grabbing a hold of the ropes and snapping his eyes back on Grant.

CM: Ouch!

JH: A stiff left hook from Grant. That was unexpected, at least on my part.

CL: Elrick didn’t expect it either. He looks surprised, and a little ticked.

Elrick shrugs off the blow, pacing around the ring and looking for a different opening now that he knows the game Grant is looking to play here. Grant chances a glance back towards Tier, finding him still seated on the stage. That gives Elrick the opportunity to run in, snapping Grant into a quick hammerlock AND TAKING A BACK ELBOW TO THE FACE! Elrick stumbles backwards from the blow as Grant whips around, CRACKING ANOTHER LEFT HOOK TO ELRICK’S FACE IN THE PROCESS!

JH: Another stiff blow to the face of Elrick!

CL: Grant looks a little pissed off tonight.

CM: Wouldn’t you be if you were being spied on by Tier?

This one knocks Elrick to the canvas, stunned for a mere moment. That moment allows Grant to drop into a mounted position, blasting away at Elrick’s face with every punch he can swing out of the box. Elrick throws his arms up, trying to best to block every blow. He reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, pulling himself out from underneath Grant and to the apron. The UIC gets back to his feet and heads after Elrick, getting a forearm strike from Elrick on the outside! Elrick snatches Grant up and tries to suplex him right from the ring!

JH: Elrick needs to get some distance between himself and Grant, and he does.

CM: But now he’s trying to suplex Grant from the ring.

Grant kicks his legs, fighting against the attempt. He throws a hard knee through the ropes intro Elrick’s midsection and suplexes him back into the ring! Nope! Elrick goes vertical and then twists out of it. He grabs up Grant and SLAMS HIM DOWN WITH A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! Tier simply shakes his head with disappointment as he watches.

JH: Excellent Russian Leg Sweep from Elrick. He’s got Grant down and he’s floated into a cover!


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



KICK-OUT!
[/align]


Elrick helps Grant up to his feet, simply because he wants to whip him across the ring. But Grant reverses it and sends Elrick off the ropes. He rebounds and ducks a clothesline, hitting the opposite ropes and takes a dropkick to the face from Grant! The champion hops back into the mounted position, slugging away at Elrick’s face. Interesting to note that his eyes are cast Tier’s way more often then where his fists are pummeling.

CM: Damn. Elrick is being used a punching bag here tonight. Grant is trying to rearrange his face.

JH: Grant is heavily distracted by Tier here tonight. Although it seems to be a positive result, surprisingly.

CL: Fuck yeah it is! It’s awesome!

Elrick bucks Grant off of him and rolls himself to the safety of the ropes. Grant is back up to his feet, rushing in and taking a kick to the midsection from Elrick’s crouched position. Elrick uses the ropes for leverage, nailing another harder kick to Grant’s midsection. He springs up to his feet, TAKING GRANT’S HEAD OFF WITH A BIG-TIME LARIAT! NO! Grant ducks underneath, locking Elrick in a waistlock as he does so and without hesitation THROWS ELRICK OVER ONTO THE BACK OF HIS NECK!

JH: Big time German suplex from Grant!

CM: Elrick landed right on the back of his neck! He might be out of it.

CL: Grant’s got a cover!


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!




ELRICK KICKS OUT!
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Grant floats back over into a mounted position once again, but Elrick blocks the first attempted punch, grabbing Grant by the shoulders and HEADBUTTING HIM! Elrick shoves Grant off of him, rolling away and holding his own forehead for a moment as Grant seemingly having taken the worst of it. Elrick gets back to his feet, rushing in and dropping a knee off the back of Grant! Elrick pulls him back up to his feet, locking in a full nelson before driving his knee into Grant’s back and SNAPPING HIM OVER WITH A RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX!!

JH: ElrickPlex06’! Elrick’s taking it to Grant here now. That headbutt really turning things into his favor.

CM: But Tier isn’t liking it at all. He looks utterly disappointed in Grant. Reminds me of my father watching me.

CL: Tier should be disappointed in Grant. He’s getting owned by Elrick of all people!

Elrick moves into the cover, hooking Grant’s leg as tightly as he can.


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TWO!!





KICK OUT BY GRANT!
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Elrick pulls Grant up, hooking him up in a belly to belly position, throwing him over-- NO! Grant counters with a headbutt of his own! Once again, both men suffer from the blow but Grant recovers first this time. He nails a toe kick before pulling Elrick in and hoisting him up. Grant hesitates for a moment, glancing back towards Tier once again before DROPPING ELRICK WITH A BRAINBUSTER! Instead of going for the cover, Grant once again floats into a mounted position, opening a can of whoop ass on Elrick’s face!

CM: Holy shit! Grant really is trying to fuck up Elrick here tonight.

CL: His frustration seems to be growing every time he looks in Tier’s direction too.

Grant relents the mounted position himself this time, pulling Elrick up by his head. He throws Elrick up into the air DROPPING HIM DOWN AS HE DROPS TO HIS KNEES! He glares towards Tier once again before hooking up Elrick’s leg as he rolls into the cover!

JH: The Killswytch! Grant just took Elrick out with a brainbuster and now the Killswytch! It’s gotta be over!


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TWO!!







THREE!!!





NOOO! ELRICK KICKS OUT!
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Once again, Tier’s face is full of disappointment as he shakes his head at Grant’s inability to put Elrick away. Grant bounds to his feet and advances to the ropes, pointing at Tier and shouting something that we can’t quite hear. This, unfortunately, allows Elrick time to recover. He shakes off the effects of Grant’s high impact moves and rushes Grant from behind. He hooks him up and lifts him in the air, spinning out and DRIVING HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BLUE THUNDER DRIVER!

JH: A spinning out powerbomb! Elrick isn’t quitting anytime soon!

CM: And look at the look Tier is giving Grant. That’s the look of shame. I’ve seen it often directed towards me.

CL: I’m not surprised by that. Nor am I surprised that Tier’s reaction to Grant’s efforts thus far. It’s near pitiful.

Elrick backs off the ropes, leaping into the air and SPLASHING DOWN ON GRANT! He hooks Grant’s leg as tight as he can, yelling for the Truth to count!


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TWO!!




GRANT KICKS OUT!
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Elrick tries to pull Grant back up, taking a back elbow to the face in the process! Elrick stumbles away from Grant, shaking off the blow and turning around RIGHT INTO A SMACKING YAKUZA KICK TO THE FACE! Elrick falls flat to the canvas, the wind knocked out of him and dazed eyes staring up at the ceiling as blood begins to seep from Elrick’s nose. Grant catches himself on the ropes, the only thing stopping his momentum with the kick. Tier looks a little less disappointed but that only seems to irritate Grant even more.

JH: A sickening UZI right to the face from Grant! That came literally out of no where.

CM: I think he broke Elrick’s nose!

JH: But he’s gotta stop letting Tier control him in this match. He needs to focus on retaining his title, not Tier watching on.

CL: Tier’s an intimidating presence. Not easy to shut him out.

Grant glares at Tier for a moment longer, opting not to cover Elrick but instead drag the challenger back up to his feet. Grant aggressively applies a standing head scissors, hooking up both of Elrick’s arms before shouting out something to Tier that we once again don’t get to hear. Whatever it is, Tier stands at attention for it. Grant hoists Elrick up into the air-- NO! Elrick breaks the double underhook hold on himself and stands up tall DROPPING GRANT ON HIS HEAD WITH A BACK BODY DROP! NO! Grant rolls through the drop, rolling Elrick up with a sunset flip! Nope! He’s locking up Elrick’s ankle!

JH: Grant looks to be going for that C4 finisher of his-- but Elrick counters!

CM: And now Grant is locking in that ankle lock of his! What’s he call that again? It’s on the tip of my tongue!

CL: Straight Mizery! But Elrick is trying to get to the ropes!

Grant synches the hold in as tightly as he can, wrapping his legs around Elrick’s to keep him tied up right in the center of the ring. Elrick pushes up off the canvas, trying to get any leverage possible in his attempt to get to the ropes but to no avail! Grant wrenches, tugs, pulls and everything else to Elrick’s ankle, bent in a painful direction. Elrick has no choice but to tap out!!!

DING-DING-DING-DING!

“Kick Yo’ Ass” pounds into the speakers as the Truth calls for the bell and the title. But Grant hasn’t released his hold on Elrick’s ankle. Elrick is screaming out in agony, clawing at the canvas as the Truth tries to pry Grant off of his defeated opponent.

JH: Grant has successfully defended his championship here tonight but he won’t relinquish his hold on Elrick’s ankle!

CM: He’s trying to break it! Just like Elrick’s nose!

Finally the Truth gets Grant off of Elrick, the reigning champion swiveling up to one knee while glaring down at his former challenger. Next his eyes travel back to Tier, who is still standing while dark smirk covers his face and he applauds Grant’s successful title defense. Grant’s glaring eyes never waiver even as Tier heads to the back and the Truth hands the title belt to him.

MA: Here is your winner via submission and STILL Undisputed International Champion-- GRANT RICE!

JH: Grant is still the champion but at what cost? Tier’s presence certainly showed us a new side of Grant.

CM: I always knew he had it in him. Plus, don’t you agree Elrick deserved this?

JH: No, I certainly do not. Elrick came out here respecting Grant Rice and failed to get that respect in return.

CM: A champion doesn’t have to respect their challengers. Challengers have to respect the champions!

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CM: What the hell was that? "C-Triple A"?

CL: Fucking auto clubs trying to get advertising on this show.

JH: That's "triple A", this clearly has a "C" in front of it.

CL: Well then the Canadian auto club, whatever!

CM: That's "CAC".

JH: "Cack"?

CL: One letter away from who these guys are for advertising like this.

CM: Well it's gone. Can we resume the show now?

CL: Fine...
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JH: And, we’re back folks with only our two main events left to this epic event!

CL: Yup, we’ve seen two titles change hands and two titles be retained, let’s see if it’ll go three to three.

CM: I doubt that’s going to happen in this next match.

JH: You know the old saying Chip, any thing can happen.

CL: Yeah but it was only thanks to a manager and the steel chair she used that the challenger beat the champion to get this shot in the first place.

CM: Exactly, the big purple boy scout is going down.

JH: Perhaps not the most dominant man on our roster, no but I think Nightmare still stands as good of a chance as any one!

CL: Then you’re about as delusional as he is.

CM: Which is sad.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your scheduled semi-main event for this edition of ReVolt Against the Champions. It has been granted a thirty minute time limit and is set to one fall to a finish with it’s official for this bout being Mark Jackson. And…it is for the…Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championship~!!!


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.

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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.

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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.

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Finally, Nightmare steps down, turns and faces his opponent, a stoic look of focus and determination on his face as he unbuckles his jacket, removing that and dropping it to the floor. He stretches on the ropes now, waiting impatiently for the bell to ring.


CL: Looks like some one’s in a hurry to fucking die.

CM: Eh, some people have a death wish.

JH: I think it’s more he is eager at his chance for the biggest prize in the industry!


With darkness' embrace of the entire building, a heart-beat starts up. Slowly, steadily, never ending until the warrior finally falls. On the ReVoltrons, each beat is marked by the impact of one of Kiyoshi Nakahata's trademark moves of a variety of opponents, FIW or otherwise. The cage, as ever it did, slowly fills up with smoke to mark the coming of the Yeti, and the soothing whisper of Trent Reznor sweeps through, backed by light tapping and silent screams.

[align=center]You and I, we may look the same
But we are very far apart
[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align][align=center]There's bullet holes where my compassion used to be
and there is violence in my heart
[/align][align=right]RESIST!!![/align][align=center]Into fire you can send us
From the fire we return
[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align][align=center]You can label us a consequence
Of how much you have to learn
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Synthesisers add to the noise of the song, the heartbeat, and the the rising cheer subside a little. A cloaked, masked figure emerges from the smoke, turning the few residual cheers to something less admiring when the Sin of Sloth reveals his face. Onikage is not precisely loved around these parts. Especially when he is not the person advertised... Up on the ReVoltrons, Nakahata closes his eyes and lowers his mask...

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This is something you will never understand

Can you hear it now
Hear it coming now

Can you hear it now...
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The chorus crackles away and is replaced by a cry taken up by the audience of 'Fuck Shit Up!' leading to an explosion obliterating the stage and the entrance way, leaving only two people in the building unmoved. One, the Saviour, who stands part way down the aisle, and Judo Senshi, white hair visible by the fact that his pyro blew down his hood. As he strides on towards the ring, destiny and whatever else; he stops at the top of the steps and raises the World Heavyweight Title clenched in his left fist; to resounding a roar from the fans to their countryman. That done, he tucks the strap into the Global Heavyweight Championship around his waist, pulls his hood up, and starts marching down to the ring so focused that the Morning Star even steps out of his way. By how thunderous guitars have replaced the synthesised riff that came before, and Max Cavalera's gutteral roar has replaced Trent Reznor's calm soft singing.

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Disorder Unleashed
Starting to Burn
Starting to Lynch
Silence means Death
Stand on your Feet
Inner Fear
Your Worst Enemy
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Reaching the ring, and ascending the steps, the real life Kiyoshi Nakahata removes the mask, handing out to Onikage as he strides around on the apron. He reaches his corner as the song reaches a climax, and unhitches the WHT, throwing it up one more time for the Japanese crowd, and on the phrase "Worst Enemy," does his customary vault up onto the top turnbuckle and sits down, pulling his hood right over his scarred face as the lights return...


CM: I may not be a huge fan of the Rejects…but I hope Kiyoshi murders Nightmare.

JH: After the dramatic climax of Nensai Senjou’s main event it seems like our champion’s been suffering a bit of peaking. Maybe the excitement or the struggle in the match itself took it’s effects on him, whatever the case it might play into Nightmare’s favor.

CL: Chip summed up my thoughts, pretty much.


FIW’s official walks over to the challenger’s corner and pats him down, checking for any illegal objects and finding nothing. He makes his way over to the champion’s corner and eyes the Rejects before he pats down the champion and finds equally as many illegal objects on him.


MA: Introducing first the challenger, he hails from Portland, Oregon, USA and weighs in tonight at two hundred and seventy five pounds…HE! IS! NNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAARRRRE~!!!


Politely the big man gives the U.K. fans a wave and a simple bow of his head to which some of the fans respond with cheers and a mild applause for him. He tries to fire up the crowd by pumping his fists though most seem to not be too receptive of him and FIW’s Morning Star shakes his head at the display.


MA: And introducing now the champion, he hails from Komachi City, Japan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds…He is your reigning Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHIIIIIIIIIII NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAATA~!!!


At first there is a polite applause from a few sections of the fans for the Ichiban Reject that soon is drowned out by choruses of jeers. Neither the advisor nor the champion representing the Rejects seem overly bothered by the reaction and the Yeti hands his championships over to the official. Jackson calls both men to the center of the ring and they oblige, meeting near nose to nose with one another as he explains the rules of the contest to them. There is a small nod from each when he asks if they understand and seeming leery to take it, Nightmare accepts the hand shake offered by the champion as the referee calls for the bell.


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Starting the match off, the challenger launches a chop across the shirt clad chest of the champion as soon as they let go of the hand shake! Hastily the Dark Knight tries to get in as many chops as he can on the still standing Reject and gets a dozen or so before the Judo Sensei responds with a forearm strike that rocks him. The blow sends him stumbling over his feet and a second forearm strike sends his eyes spinning around in their sockets with a dazed look to them. Valiantly he tries to fight back with a chop that the Ichiban Reject shrugs off and gives a palm strike straight to the face that sends him falling into the ropes for support.

JH: Oh my! Already off to a violent start!

CL: Already Nightmare is being taken to school.

CM: Which is sad when the other guy is younger than you.

The challenger tries to push off of the ropes to get back fully onto his feet when he gets a rude shock in the form of a head butt from the Yeti! Such a blow to the head almost sends him toppling back into the ropes and leaves him on spaghetti legs, the limbs beneath him trembling and wiggling about with no firm will behind them. Just when things look to be getting worse for the Prince of Pain when Nakahata takes a step back and goes for a roaring elbow, he ducks it and goes behind him! Hooking a single arm, the veteran hoists the champion into the air and dumps him right onto his head into the canvas with a half nelson suplex to a slight cheer.

CL: Amazing, he avoided complete embarrassment.

CM: Hmm, darn, there goes my bet that this wouldn’t last three minutes, thanks dork knight.

JH: It’s your own fault for making such a ridiculous bet in the first place!

With a shake of his head to get rid of the cobwebs, Nightmare gets up to his feet and pumps his fists into the air to a mixed reaction of some cheers and a lot of jeers. Confused by the fans, the challenger shrugs it off when he notices that the Yeti is already stirring and forcing his body back up to a vertical base. Before he can fully stand up the Dark Knight hurries in and scoops him up, tossing him up into the air from a fireman’s carry position and clobbers him with a European uppercut! Amazingly in a show of skill or possibly luck, the Judo Sensei lands on his feet after the blow and staggers about from the maneuver from the Prince of Pain.

CM: Scream With Me! …Or, whatever the heck it’s called.

JH: It is call-

CL: Yeah, no one cares Hitchen.

An arrogant grin spreads over the lips of the challenger and he raises his hand, teasing what’s coming next by wiggling his fingers to a collective groan from the crowd. Despite the U.K. fans’ empathy towards him, the Prince of Pain thrusts his hand forward and wraps it around the throat of the champion! The veteran screams out and lifts all two hundred and sixty pounds into the air, and brings it down in a vicious slam that rocks the entire ring from the impact! Looking all around and stopping at a certain point, the Dark Knight wiggles his index finger to show he’s not quite done yet to a very unconcerned looking Savior of Sorrow at ringside.

JH: The Other Side o-

CL: Who the fuck names this shit? These things have longer fucking names than novels do!

CM: Yeah, I could read a novel in the time it takes ole Hitchen to say them!

Dead weight is all Kiyoshi Nakahata is now seemingly, and it shows by the struggle it is for the challenger to bring him back up to a vertical base. Gritting his teeth, groaning and shaking all over a little, the Dark Knight manages to finally get the Yeti up and brings him up onto his shoulders. Some fans cheer, mostly children though while many of the adults, both male and female, remain silent for what is about to come as the veteran paces around the ring. He launches the Judo Sensei into the air and watches him crash down to the canvas, and floats over and hooks the leg as he attempts a pin fall!

CL: You got to be fucking shitting me…

CM: Don’t tell me…


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JH: The Beautiful Oblivi-

CL: Shut the fuck up, Hitchen! For the last time!


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CM: Oh thank the lord…

JH: My word! Kiyoshi Nakahata kicked out of the Beautiful Oblivion after also receiving the Scream For Me and the Other Side of Midnight in succession! And, he did it before the count of two!

Horrified is the best way to describe Nightmare’s expression when he sits up and sees he didn’t even get a two count from all of his efforts. Lowering his head, he curses under his breath and looks like he’s trying to hold back a few tears of frustration, and then pushes back up to his feet. At the same time he is, the champion is also getting back up to his feet and narrowly ducks the roaring forearm his challenger tries to take his head off with! Instead, the Ichiban Reject goes behind the challenger and locks him in a waist lock, and proceeds to throw him over his head in a german suplex driver that spikes him right on his head!

CM: Holy crap! He might’ve just paralyzed Nightmare!

JH: Kiyoshi Nakahata’s struck back and with a vengeance I must say!

CL: Some thing tells me…this is only the beginning.

Back up to his feet before his opponent’s body gets the chance to fully unfold from the maneuver, the Judo Sensei’s expression is a cold one. He nonchalantly walks up to his challenger and kicks him upside the head several times to collective winces from the crowd as the challenger’s head bobbles about from them. These kicks also serve to stir the bigger man and make his body get back up, trying to tackle the champion to the ground only for him to side step him. Again a waist lock is applied, however this time the Ichiban Reject tucks his head underneath Nightmare’s arm before he launches him back & spikes him on his head!

JH: A backdrop suplex driver! All these blows to the head can’t be good for a veteran like Nightmare that’s received a number of concussions in his career!

CL: It looks like Nightmare’s words and stupid attempt to try to quickly win the match have lit some thing underneath Kiyoshi.

CM: This is pretty awesome!

This time around the Yeti rolls up to a knee beside his fallen foe and doesn’t bother with kicks; he simply continually slaps the taste out of his mouth! Words leave the champion’s mouth in his native tongue that almost seems to be trying to challenge the veteran competitor to get back up to his feet. A combination of these harsh yet foreign words and stinging blows manage to keep the challenger among the land of the living, and feebly he starts to push his body back up. His arms and chest tremble, and his face is etched out in agony as he starts to raise back up and watches the Judo Sensei casually stand up beside him and await him.

CL: What the fuck is this? Some kind of warped training session?

CM: More like the freak is channeling a drill sergeant…

JH: Both of these men are rather prideful, and I think it has become more of a battle of pride for the champion. Though why it has become that…is not completely certain to me, has he grown offended by Nightmare’s desire to be considered on the same level? Or, could he be so hungry for the fight that he is now angered by the lack of one from his challenger? There are so many possibilities and no answers!

Just barely up to his feet, the Dark Knight lunges out and looks for a flurry of open handed slaps that Nakahata back steps to avoid each of! He simply responds with a back hand that sends the veteran almost toppling over and leaves him wide open for the head butt that he absorbs! It is then that the audience falls into a complete hush when a sickening crunch noise is heard and spurts of crimson liquid soar high into the air over the ring. FIW’s Yeti gradually pulls back to reveal his forehead now drenched in blood from the newly and grossly disfigured, and bleeding heavily nose of his challenger!

CM: Did he…did he…

JH: Kiyoshi might’ve just destroyed Nightmare’s nose! It looks like it imploded! He might need surgery for that or it will never be the same again! What is going on inside Kiyos-

CL: B-L-O-O-D~!!! I love bllllllllllooooooooooooooooood! Yes, yes, I do, I do, I do! It’s true! Glorious blood!

Mark tries to hold down his lunch the best he can and the smile on the painted lips of the Straight Edge Reject grows larger at the sight of the nose. Frantically the Prince of Pain tries to back away from the champion to protect his badly damaged nose only to get a flurry of forearm strikes from him! Each blow drives down onto the ruined nostrils and serves to further destroy them, and send squirts of blood every which way to stain the ring and the people in it! Toppling back against the ropes, the veteran is held up by the top one and by long streams his blood pours out of what used to be his nose and down onto the apron outside the ring.

JH: This is…disturbing, some one’s got to end this…

CL: Yup, one wrong strike to that nose and a piece of it could pierce through his head and stab his brain, killing him.

CM: Would that be such a bad thing? Even if that snot like streams of blood coming out of his nose is a little sad to see…Ah, who am I kidding?! It’s funny as heck to see!

Few moments is all Nightmare allows his body and pushes off of the ropes, turning around and strolling face first into the arm of the champion! The lariat sends the big man up into the air, creating another eruption of the challenger’s blood that splatters every where and sends him spinning through the air! He falls face first down onto the canvas, his entire body lifeless aside from the small motion that signals he’s still breathing and alive, even after all this abuse. Rolling back up onto his feet, the Yeti starts to advance on him again when Jackson steps in between the competitors with a worried look & calls for the bell!


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CL: What the fuck?! What the fuck is he doing?!

CM: I don’t know, did Nightmare tap?!

JH: Even if he did, it wouldn’t count as he’s outside the confines of a submission maneuver!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been informed that this match has ended by referee stoppage and as a result…your winner and STILL Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion…KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHI NNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHATA~!!!


CM: Lame. I wanted to see Nightmare die.

JH: Mark did the right thing, with how badly damaged Nightmare’s nose is there is no sense in risking the man’s life and continuing it!

CL: Well, Grimace didn’t win but he did get to walk away with a trophy of sorts. Since the only way he’s ever going to fix that fucker would be surgery and…how much you wanna bet he’ll just fight through a fugly nose?


To a mixed reaction from the crowd the champion’s music is reprised over the sound system, some jeering the ending and who won & some cheering Mark’s decision. Kiyoshi looks like one of the ones less happy about the decision and grudgingly takes his belts from the referee when he hands them to him. It is then some thing catches the Ichiban Reject’s eye in the reflection of the GHC, and he reaches up to his forehead and touches the blood of Nightmare there. He brings his hand back down and stares down at his now blood drenched palm for several moments, the only sound is of his own entrance music.

JH: Nightmare put up a heck of a fight, and has nothing to be ashamed of with his effort though…at what price did he go after his dreams? Was it worth?

CL: Probably not but it was definitely fucking funny to watch.

CM: That it was!

FIW’s Morning Star enters the ring and makes his way over to his charge, patting him on the back and drawing his attention away from his blood covered hand. The Judo Sensei nods and the two start to head to the ropes as they converse when they notice some one making their way out onto the entrance stage. Their sets of eyes and several others fall upon the massive figure of the FIW World Tag Team Champion, Prime that glares down at Nakahata. Hints of what might be a snarl crosses over the cold features of the Ichiban Reject and he returns the glare at his potential challenger, Onikage smiling at the goliath.

CL: Looks like some one is also less than amused by Kiyoshi Nakahata’s treatment of Nightmare.

CM: Since when does Prime care about Nightmare?

JH: I think it’s more Prime thinking that might’ve been a message to him! In either case, the main event is up next with that very man apart it! Stay tuned!
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JH: And, we’re back again folks! We’ve only got one match left and it is a big one!

CL: With the tag belts on the line, you have to wonder how chaotic this is going to get.

CM: I hope for two things, hot Hellcat on Hellcat action and the monsters killing each other.

JH: Ah yes, when all else fails for Chip…he resorts to eye candy.

CL: What the fuck else is new?

CM: What?! You can’t tell me that Kennedy or Lara is unattractive!

JH: Uh…no, they are both lovely young ladies. However they are competitors, and should be treated with some form of respect.

CL: Right, except this is Chip we are talking about. The man is as deep in denial as you can get.

CM: Yeah! …Wait, in denial about what?! What are you trying to imply?!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following scheduled contest is the main event for this edition of ReVolt Against the Champions! It has been granted a one hour time limit and is set to one fall to a finish, with your official for this bout being senior referee, Tony Clarke! And…it is for the…Full Intensity Wrestling Tag Team Championships of the World~!!!


[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.
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MA: Introducing first for the challenging team, he hails from Grant’s Lick, Kentucky by way of Cincinnati, Ohio and weighs in tonight at two hundred and eighty three pounds…HE! IS! JIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM OOOOOOO’BRRRRRRIENNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!!


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: 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 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…

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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...

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Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match.


MA: And introducing one half of the champion team, he hails from San Diego, California and weighs in tonight at three hundred and ten pounds…HE! IS! PRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!!


A low feedback buzzes through the speakers before 'Up Here' crashes into the system, bringing the crowd to their feet as Kennedy steps through the curtain. She moves to the end of the stage, rebounding slightly and raising both arms into the air, gazing out at the fans in attendance. She makes her way towards the ring, stopping halfway to acknowledge the crowd‘s reaction for her.

MA: Making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!!

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.


The challengers are the first ones Tony goes to and explains the rules of the match t, and pat down to ensure they lack any illegal objects. Orion gives the referee a watchful eye and a warning about hands and how they may wander while he is patting down the Oracle’s client. After he’s done, Clarke turns his back to them and goes over to the champions’ corner and repeats the process, patting down both competitors and finding nothing. He takes the titles from both parties and holds them up into the air, and then calls for the bell as Jim face plants down onto the canvas!


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Orion’s cries for the senior official go unheard from the jeers that drown it out when the Man in Black is pulled out of the ring from the Tanaka Zaibatsu, sans Roxie! Daisuke, Blond and Shaun all club down on the much larger man and Blond hurls him shoulder first into the ring post with a grin on his face! Lara looks ready to step out of the ring to help and save her partner when Wilson points at her, threatening her and her manager steps in between them. He waves her down and she reluctantly stays inside the ring as Jim is bloodied from the brass knuckles around the fist of Mr. Blond, the newly crowned champion taking time to spit on O’Brien!

JH: What is the meaning of this?!

CL: I believe it’s the Zaibatsu beating on Jim.

CM: This match just got a whole new level of awesome!

Picking up a near by steel chair, the African American Ass Whooping Machine drives the tip of it into the skull of the Divine Outlaw! Daisuke holds back his charge for a moment to untie his trench coat and reveal the FSC underneath it, and around his waist that he unhooks from. He dangles the championship in front of the Man in Black and then stomps on his midsection, pulling back in time to let Shaun drive the tip of the chair into his head again! The Cajun Hitman gets in one last good punch with his brass knuckles before the trio scurry to the back, disappearing just as Clarke turns around to see the reason for the commotion.

CL: Yeah, ya dumb ass, you completely missed the beating Jim took!

CM: Wait, what’ll happen to Lara?

JH: Uh…well…I’m not sure if Jim can compete any more and…the match has already started.

Similar thought process, the senior official looks from within the ring at the bloody First Monster of FIW at ringside and shakes his head. He is about to call for the bell again when Toni grabs his arm, shaking her own head and refusing to lose the match by forfeit like this! Orion tries to reason with her from ringside but she ignores him and demands Clarke let the match continue, and though he hesitates, he allows it with a nod of his head. Backing out of the way of the Hellcat so that she’s standing across the ring from one half of the FIW Tag Team Champions of the World…Prime…

CM: I’m not sure whether she’s incredibly bright or brave or dumb.

JH: I have to give her credit, she’s got guts for continuing this match basically on her own!

CL: She has Roxie’s lil’ buddies to thank for that.

Bolting right at the behemoth, Lara leaps into the air for a cross body only for the much larger competitor to toss her higher up into the sky! In what looks to be a modified flap jack, the champion is all ready for his challenger to drop only for her to in mid-air counter the counter with a dropkick! The blow sends the monster swaying though he manages to maintain his footing unlike his foe that falls to the canvas, and lands knees and hands first onto it. She lunges forward and tries to chip away at him with a low angled double axe handle to the Evolution of Excellence’s bad knee, making him wince and sway a little more!

JH: She’s actually doing it…she’s actually…she’s actually doing it!

CL: Hold your horses buddy, match isn’t over yet.

CM: Yes! Make that big softie cry!

Not amused by this tactic, the champion bends over and grabs the Hellcat by the back of her when and hoists her up into the air by a single hand! The big man flings her across the ring like a Frisbee and sends her face planting down onto the mat with a thud, and she rolls over with a pained expression. Her manager on the outside yells at her to just forfeit the match still though she shakes her head, and rolls back over onto her stomach and tries to push up. FIW’s Adonis shakes his head and closes in on her, stomping right onto her back when he gets near enough to and pointing at the Oracle and tells him to stay out of this.

CL: Yeah, Prime’s going to have to choke a bitch it would seem.

CM: Is it a bad thing I think I’m more turned on by Lara when she’s in pain?

JH: Chip! For all that is good and honest in this world, hush!

Lifting up the Hellcat’s body like it is nothing in his grasp; the goliath delivers a nasty fall away slam that is more him simply tossing her over head. He rolls over and up onto a knee, grabbing a handful of her hair and brings both of them up to their feet before he whips her towards the ropes! Off she runs, and after bouncing into them she runs back with him throwing up one of his gigantic legs only for her to duck under it and spear tackle him! While it doesn’t take him off of his feet, the behemoth fumbles backwards and topples down into his corner where the Premier Hellcat tags herself into the match!

CM: So much for that chance to rebound.

JH: While it doesn’t look completely good with a fresh Kennedy, Lara’s still hanging into this match and doing pretty well for a two on one situation.

CL: You make it fucking sound like they helped and staged this entire thing with the Tanaka Zaibatsu.

FIW’s Leading Lady enters the ring and is advancing in on her opponent in the blink of an eye, and Orion tries to warn Toni of the danger approaching. Greeting her fan, Kennedy does so with a low aimed side kick that connects with the fellow Hellcat’s ankle that makes her give a small wince. The challenger tries to back up only for the champion to follow after and give another low side kick to the ankle, and a third & a fourth soon follow afterwards in suit. It is when the Premier Hellcat goes for the fifth low side kick that Toni hops over it to avoid it, wincing when she lands and nails the veteran with a spinning back kick!

JH: It would seem that the fifth time was going to the well once too many! And, Lara’s starting to play Kennedy’s own game!

CL: That’s a dangerous game to play with Kennedy, she’s pretty well known for fucking punting people’s heads off.

CM: Amongst other things she likes to kick off!

Momentarily dazed, it leaves Kennedy wide open for when the other Hellcat runs forward and wraps her arm around the back of Kennedy’s head & hits a bulldog! FIW’s Leading Lady’s head bounces off of the canvas and flops her over onto her back, staring up at the lights as Lara tries to recover a little from the abuse she’s taken. The first of the two competitors to stir is the lesser experienced one; the challenger yanks the champion up to her feet by her hair with her though. A mistake in hindsight, the Premier Hellcat head butts her in the vague spot that isn’t quite her midsection or her chest and knocks the wind out of her.

CL: These two are kicking the crap out of each other pretty well, I’ll admit, I thought Lara would be dead meat by now.

CM: You forgot what a softie Prime’s become thanks to Kennedy, that made Lara’s chances of survival go up.

JH: Though it certainly would help if EMTs weren’t checking on her partner at ringside that had been attacked by the Tanaka Zaibatsu!

Out of the grasp of her challenger, the Premier Hellcat grabs her by the wrist and whips her into her team’s corner as hard as she can. Toni hits the buckles with a thunk and let’s out a small groan, distracting her from noticing that Kennedy saunters over to the corner and tags back in the behemoth! Prime steps over the top rope and thrusts his body forward, driving his elbow into the Hellcat’s face as his entire body engulfs her for a few brief moments. As FIW’s Leading Lady takes her exit from the ring, the goliath unloads a series of punches to the midsection and face, and Orion yells at the referee to do some thing.

CM: Oh great, he’s back in the match.

JH: Some decent team work on the part of Kennedy and Prime.

CL: Not like they really need it, Lara’s in a big enough fight for her life as is.

Curiously, the Evolution of Excellence tags back in his team mate that hops over the top rope and the duo together whip Lara across the ring! She collides with her team’s corner and let’s out a scream, staggering out of it while Prime hoists his fellow champion up onto his shoulder and rushes forward! In mid-run the behemoth launches the Premier Hellcat off of his shoulders and sends her soaring through the air, and in mid-air she wraps her legs around Toni’s neck! The goliath takes his exit this time around as Kennedy throws her weight back, and spikes her fellow Hellcat down onto her head with a hurricanrana!

JH: HurraKennedy and into the pin fall! That’s how they won their first defense!

CL: Well this was predictable…


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CM: Yes! This is what I paid for!

JH: You didn’t even pay! Huh…what’s going on at ringside?


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CL: Holy shit! He’s alive!

CM: Prime’s too shocked to move, the big oaf! Jim O’Brien lives! Jim O’Brien LIVES!


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Getting a handful of her arm, the Divine Outlaw pulls his team mate over to their corner and then gets out onto the apron only to tag himself in! Kennedy gets up to her feet only to be taken off of them by a polish hammer from the Man in Black, and sends her scrambling to get back up. Wiping blood out of his eyes, O’Brien rushes forward again and takes her back down when she gets back up to her feet with a roaring forearm to cheers from the fans! He let’s out a primal roar and waves for the Premier Hellcat to get back up to her feet, blood gushing out over his furious and deranged facial features!

CL: Looks like Kennedy’s getting the blunt of Jim’s frustration with the Zaibatsu right now!

CM: Now there’s a monster, Prime could learn a thing or two from him! Though don’t take it out on Kennedy, Jim that face is worth more than you make on the farm in a year!

JH: While Kennedy is a attractive woman…I might not go that far.

Tired of this, Prime yells out at O’Brien and starts to step over the top rope with an equally enraged expression etched out on his face. The First Monster of FIW motions for the moderately larger beast to come at him, and the crowd is going nuts as the two titans look ready to lock up. That party is rained on by the senior official who steps in and orders the behemoth to leave the ring, and starts a count much to the behemoth’s annoyance. Eventually he leaves the ring and a slightly annoyed Jim turns around, and right into Kennedy scaling up him and delivering a modified shining wizard & falling on top of him!

CM: A modified…uh…whatever it’s called!

JH: The Shot Heard Round the World! And, Jim O’Brien’s lost a lot of blood and was clearly running on adrenaline! So, the question becomes if he can maintain it for the time being or with that one shot did it dissolve on him?!


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CL: That was pretty fucking impressive, Kennedy managed to get up to Jim’s shoulder even without him on a knee!

CM: That’s cause she spits hot fire!


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JH: Chip…do you even know what that means?

CL: Jim better kick out if he wants his team to still stand a chance, Lara looks too out of it on the apron to help!


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DING DING DING~!!!
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CM: Yes! Chalk up another one for Kennedy…and the big back pack she carries around.

JH: I think Prime played a important role too, Chip!

CL: Yeah, he pretty much fucked up Lara.


MA: Here are your winners by pin fall and STILL Full Intensity Wrestling Tag Team Champions of the World…THEY! ARE! KEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEDY~!!! AND~! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMME~!!!


”Up Here” starts back up over the P.A. system to cheers and Kennedy rolls off of the heap that is the remains of Jim O’Brien. Prime rushes into the ring and scoops up his partner, hugging her in celebration of their victory with a grin on his face. After a few moments he realizes what he’s doing and places her back down, opting to give her a hearty pat on the back instead. Clarke hands the duo their championships and raise their hands into the air, the fans applauding and cheering the world tag team champions.

JH: Kennedy and Prime remain champions!

CL: Much like the majority of the champions here tonight.

CM: Though not all of them, the freak squad took a hit as did the lover boy!

CL: True but in either case we are all out of time, for Chip and Hitchen, I’m Constance and we’ll see you next week on ReVolt…You wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!

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