Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Oct 28, 2020 19:43:59 GMT -6
REVOLT JANUARY 11TH, 2008
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the first match of the evening is a hardcore rules GRUDGE MATCH, scheduled for fifteen minutes, and one fall.
Introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas, and standing six feet five inches tall...DRAAAAAAAAAGONNNNNNNNN!
The lights go dim as "Headstrong" by Trapt begins to play throughout the arena, red strobe lights then begin to flash, rotate, and light up the stage and gold pyro begins to shower down to the left and right of The Dragon as he appears on stage. With his head down and standing there for a few second, he then looks up and begins to confidently walk his way down to the ring. As The Dragon makes his way to the ring he pauses infront of the stairs and looks out into the crowd before running up the stairs and into the ring. The Dragon then makes his way to the left turnbuckle, climbs up it, and lifts both arms in the air and flexes his chest and arm muscles as he pauses for a few seconds and then climbs back down in anticipation of the beginning of the match.
The beat starts in and the lights begin to flash on and off in time with it, illuminating a figure moving through thick fog, cloaked heavily in a hooded coat and gas mask. He strolls darkly down the aisle, not looking at the fans or his opponent; only on his destination.
MA: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 236 lbs... he hails from Mission, Texas.... THIS! ... IS! ... TIIIIIIEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!
Tier climbs the steps and walks along the apron. He casts a dramatic backward glance at the audience before entering the ring. Tier removes his coat and hands it to the referee, letting his scarred body glitter in the flashing light as Angelspit's remix of KMFDM's Tohuvabohu dies down.
JH: Welcome to Friday night ReVolt everyone! This first match should be a hell of a spectacle, the gasmasked maniac taking on Dragon again, as their match last week never actually got started.
CL: Yeah, due to Tier beating Dragon into a kind of fleshy human paste with a chair.
CM: Man, that made for good TV. And as this is a hardcore match, fingers crossed we might even get to see it again.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Dragon goes straight on the offense, throwing a punch in at Tier. Nonchalantly, the masked man grabs Dragon by the wrist, and arm wrenches the texan into a hammerlock, and lands a couple of shots on the back of Dragon's head. The final one drops Dragon to the canvas, and after a couple of quick, cursory stomps Tier slides unerneath the bottom rope.
CM:I hope he's goin' under the ring.
Sure enough, Tier reaches under the ring for a second or two, before emerging with a chair, which he carelessly throws into the ring.
By the time Tier has re-entered the ring and collected his weapon, Dragon is just climbing to his feet, his face already a mask of confusion. In fact, he's still so out of it, he doesn't even raise his hands in self defense as the chair rebounds of his skull once, twice, three, four times. Already smelling blood, Tier swings the chair wildly, damn near decapitating Dragon.
CL: That canvas is like Dragon's second home.
JH: He does spend a little more time lying on there than most of the roster, you're right.
CL :A little? It's practically got his assprint in it.
In a reprisal of last week, Tier refuses to let up on the fallen Texan, slamming the chair into his upper body over and over, until a nastily jagged bend in the chair lacerates Dragon's forehead, spraying crimson across the ring. Still, Tier does not let up, as he stomps on the chair, which he's positioned rather neatly over Dragon's face.
CM: Wow, I knew this was gonna be intense, but I didn't think even Tier was capable of cruelty like this.
JH: Yeah, I don't think anyon....... What's Nightmare doing here? He's not fit to wrestle!
As Hitchen says, Nightmare is indeed stood at the top of the entrance ramp, hobbling quite badly, and supported by a crutch. This doesn't stop him from yelling Tier's name, distracting him from the limp, broken carcass of Dragon. As Nightmare reaches the halfway point on the ramp, Tier is unaware of the presence behind him.
CM: Grant Rice is here now! this could turn quite quickly into a war!
CL: Yeah, and he's not alone either. He's got Redrum with him. No prizes for guessing what happens next.
A Redrum shot to the small of Tier's back resonates through the arena.
CM: BANG! Rice is raining those shots down on Tier, who I think might be bleeding!
JH: You're right Chip, he is. There's blood running down his arms and back, and it doesn't look pretty at all!
As Tier reels back from the chair shots, Dragon senses an opportunity. Using the remainder of his strength, he clumsily rolls Tier up for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!!!
JH: Woah, Tier just very narrowly suffering a loss to Dragon!
CM: Which is like being beaten by the Brooklyn Brawler.
CL: Guys, watch out. Tier seems really pissed now.
Indeed, Tier has reached breaking point. Enraged with himself for nearly losing, and unable to see Rice, he turns his attention back to Dragon, who knows this isn't going to go well.
Tier launches into a frenzied attack, driving Dragon's head into the turnbuckle far more than the regulation ten times, and far faster than the crowd can count along with. Dragon crumples to the mat, and Tier begins attempting to end the young man's life. A succession of violent stops and kicks to Dragon's face open another gash, and after a few chair shots to Dragon's head (Which he doesn't even react to), Tier simply places a foot on Dragon's chest for the pin. He has spotted Rice, and wants to deal with one annoyance before he moves onto the next.
[align=center]ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!![/align]
MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, TIER!
As Tier's music plays, he sprints from the ring, straight towards Rice, and suffers another couple of shots for his trouble.
Sensing he is in danger, the masked one spins round, and relieves Nightmare of his crutch, causing him to slump to the floor.
Tier and Rice swing their weapons at each other, and as they collide the crutch splits in half, the two pieces flying off in different directions. Luckily for Tier, however, the shockwaves cause Grant to lose his grip on the chair, which skids down the ramp away from him.
The two rivals then launch into a frenzied brawl, spilling into the guard rails, and almost into the crowd, before a huge mob of security storm the pair, splitting them up. Another man appears from the back with another crutch for the injured Nightmare, who has been forced to watch the action unfold from flat on his back, and helps him back to his feet.
Grant and Tier are now being restrained, and are giving each other hateful death stares.
CM: Look at the way those two are staring at each other! I hope to god this isn't the last we see of this!
JH: Jesus christ, can you not see how badly injured Nightmare is? Have some compassion, you horrible pig.
CM: Fuck you, Bitchen. I want more BLOOD!
Tier is dragged backstage by the security team, leaving Rice still glaring at the entryway, before turning to aid his injured comrade back to the locker room.
Shaun is seen walking down the hall, cell phone glued to the side of his head. And the Flycore Champ looks anything but pleased as the camera zooms in closer.
Shaun: "Look, I've been the Flycore Champ for two months now, and I've defended the title against Jay and Nightmare. And I'm still standing around with the belt. Bring me some competition!"
Shaun becomes more and more irate at Lazaro's attempt to give him a answer He pulls the phone away from his ear and starts to motion as if he was gonna throw the phone.
Shaun: "I've busted my tail for an entire year to get this belt and now that I got it there's no one to even face. You guys bring Nightmare down to the division, and what happened? I beat him, and not only that I embarassed him. Before that you gave Colbert a chance to win his belt back. And he wasn't successful, and where is he now? Then there's Jay Bain, who I'm deftly sick of.........."
Shaun is cut off by Lazaro, and that strikes a bigger nerve. The Flycore Champ stops and leans against a wall, as workers walk by.
Lazaro's tone is a bit forceful as Shaun listens to him, before taking deep breath.
Shaun: "Right now Lazaro, I'm one of FIW's hottest things going right now. And I'm the champion of a division that's as dead as Nightmare's career. This division is bone dry, and something needs to be done to correct it."
Shaun pulls out his bluetooth and turns it on, and slides it over his ear. The cell phone he has goes into this pocket.
Shaun: "Deal......did you just say deal? I gotta deal huh? Why not resign someone? Hell where's Justin Sane.....or Wayne Don? You can even bring back Zesboca Davani. Why can't Onikage get back in the ring? I would love to beat him again. Why I can't face Kiyoshi? I own a victory over the former champ, and was screwed out of my match against him for the title. Then I beat him in a tag match after that."
Shaun cuts off Lazaro who sighs into the phone. Shaun Wilson starts to laugh.
Shaun: "It's funny you say that Lazaro, because from my vantage point it seems to look different. You gave Jim O'Brien a title shot and he just returned. FIW management has done that on more than one occasion. When Matt Impact came back he got one. Prime has had a chance or two, and now that Tier is back. I'm pretty sure he's gonna get a shot. I'm being overlooked but I'm gonna remedy that!"
If you're just now realizing that Shaun is mad, then you're very late and behind the power curve. Jeff Noon sees Shaun and walks up, until Shaun points at his bluetooth. Jeff nods and continues his walk down the corridors of the Makomanai Ice Arena.
Shaun: "Lazaro my mind is made up, and I see I'm gonna have to put my own self out there. Tonite is the beginning of Shaun Wilson's war against FIW. And no I'm not forming a stable, it's just me and my name and talent. That's being wasted so you guys can put the older washed up has beens before me. If you think I'm not gonna get involved in every single match tonite........think again. People are gonna get mowed down. And it's all you and upper management's fault."
Shaun taps the button on his bluetooth, and looks around angrily. He takes a deep breath before walking off towards his locker room to prepare not only for his match, but the first shot in his war with FIW.
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.
MA: The following is a Hellcat Horrorcore rules match! First on the way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and thirty three pounds, hailing from Shelton Conneticut Rory. Von Drachenberg!!!
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 and he's followed by his bodyguard, Mal McPhee. 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 as Orion is carried down to the floor by McPhee.
MA: Making her way to the ring accompanied by 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod and Malachy McPhee...LAAAARRRAAAAA TOOONNNIIIIIIIII!!!
Lara begins slapping the hands of the fans in the front row before she looks behind to see Orion shaking his head. 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.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell sounds and Lara instantly ruses into Rory tackling her down hard with a running spear from nowhere.
JH: Lara wanting to get this one underway.
CL: Good. No touchy feely circling or tie ups. Straight into the action which is good in my book.
Lara rises up over the prone Rory and begins dragging her by the hair toward the ropes.
JH: Luckily for her the horrorcore rules or else The Truth would be in her face about this.
CL: Yea, gimmicky refs piss me off that way.
CM: What I dont get is this sudden style from Lara.
JH: She might just be trying to end this puppy quick and send a message to the other Hellcats. Most likely the champion Jaime and just as likely the hellcat whose been circling the top contendership for the past few months Roxie.
CL: Yeah, Roxie pisses me off too.
Lara rests Rorys neck on the bottom rope and proceeds to slide out of the ring. From there she grips both hands in behind Rorys neck and presses down choking her against the bottom rope. As if that wasnt enough, Lara lifts her legs and pushes with her feet against the bottom of the apron putting in more torque on the pull.
CL: You dont see something like that everyday.
JH: Whats that? Smarty Smark and PBM in the front row?
CL: That I wish I didnt see every day.
Just as Hitchen has said, Smarty and PBM sit front row waving their tickets yelling at both the fans and Lara who at this time pays them no mind. Even Orion tends to ignore them.
Eventually the strain becomes too much in her arms and before fatigue takes place, Lara releases the grip but not before planting her feet back firmly on the ground below her. Released from the hold now, Rory begins to crawl toward the centre of the ring on her hands and knees coughing every so often.
JH: This match might be over quick.
Lara quickly makes her way toward the corner furthest from the entrance way but still on the commentators side before scaling up the turnbuckle and waits. She waits until she has the perfect opportunity. It comes when Rory is at the middle of the ring. Lara hops down to the second rope and comes in crashing her elbow across the back of Rory.
JH: What an elbow drop crashing right onto the back of Rory. If the choke didnt take the air out of her that move certainly did.
Clearly not willing to let up even for an instant, Lara wraps her arms around Rorys head and begins to pull back.
JH: A variation of the crossface applied now in the ring. Will Rory give up?
CL: She better. End this insult to horrorcore wrestling right now!
JH: What are you talking about?
CL: Where are the chairs? The bloodshed? Wheres everything I was promised?
JH: I think Lara is more motivated by the win than decimating her opponent and beating them into a bloody pulp.
CL: And you always said that the first rule of this game was to make the fans happy.
JH: She is making these fans happy. Listen to them! Theyre solidly behind her here tonight.
Just as Hitchen has described, the fans are indeed behind Lara as she puts on the pressure in the cross face. Rory’s hand stretches out with nothing to grab but canvas. However, she tends to fight on not willing to submit in such a short time. But soon the stress of the hold becomes too much and Rory quickly taps out on the canvas as Truth turns toward the time keeper signalling for him to ring the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
MA: Your winner, via submission LARAAAAA TONIIIIII!!!!
Fans cheer and applaud the short lived match as Orion turns toward Smark now to try and shut him up. Particularly to silence his attempt at a learn to wrestle chant. This doesnt bowl over well for Malachy either as he joins Orion in silencing the front row disturbance. All the while Smark keeps up the grin and giggles as Lara celebrates in the ring.
JH: Whats he smiling about?
Soon it becomes clear as Hembra comes in from the opposite side knocking Lara down to her front on the canvas. After dropping down a couple of elbow drops, Hembra begins dropping a few knees to the small of Laras back.
JH: What a pathetic attempt of a fighter Hembra is making herself out to be. Coming in after a fight and from behind!
CL: Seems to work for her.
Hembra continues pressing her assault until a familiar face comes screaming down the ring.
JH: Its Jaime Lee!
CL: Who cares! Theres bigger things to worry about.
JH: Like what?
CL: Like whos going to fine Hembra now? Shes not supposed to be here, right? And yet there she is in the ring.
JH: Is that all you care about right now? Go get her Jaime!
Jaime does indeed get her as she sends a flurry of forearm smashes to Hembras jaw knocking her back against the ropes. Jaime then goes for an Irish whip which is easily countered. Jaime though comes back with a flying forearm that only causes Hembra to take a few steps further back. Jaime then heads against the ropes and tries for another only this time shes countered with a belly to belly toss.
JH: That wasnt even close to a suplex! That was nothing but a throw.
Hembra seems in the drivers seat, that is until Lara rises up to her feet and tries to clip Hembra from behind. This only causes Hembra forward a little as she loses balance yes, but doesnt quite topple over. Hembra then turns around and catches Lara upon her quick retreat attempt to gather more distance for another attack and hoists her up with two handfuls of hair. Lara kicks and screams at the pain as hembra dangles her above the canvas just waiting for something to come into her head.
JH: Hembra is back on the offensive here!
CL: Why isnt Orion or Malachy doing anything?
JH: It looks like theyre being held back by Smarty and PBM.
CL: How are they even managing that?
JH: Im not sure but they are.
Just as Hembra is about to hurl Lara over the top rope another hellcat enters the arena to more of a mixed reaction than Jaime. Roxie comes down the rampway as Hembra drops Lara to the canvas anxiously awaiting the arrival of the third possible victim.
CL: Whats that dyke thinking? One on one with hembra?
JH: Jaime could manage.
CL: Yea, last week. But this seems a better Hembra.
Just as Roxie is about to slide into the ring, both Lara and Jaime clip Hembra from behind knocking her off her feet crashing onto the canvas. Roxie quickly then enters the fray as lara quickly begins to stomp and kick at the Monstruo. Roxie and Jaime however stand on either side of the grounded amazon staring back at each other before finally being convinced to join in. But not too much can happen though as Hembra pushes her way through the mixed feet and out of the ring.
JH: Hembra has escaped to the outside. Perhaps she cant take on all hellcats when theyre banded together like this.
Hembra tries to re-enter the ring but is stopped by security who begin to pull her away from the ring. Hembra lets out wild roars as the three hellcats watch her leave somewhat satisfied in their most recent victory. Smarty grumbles underneath his breath and slaps PBM, visibly blaming him over the sight they witness.
CM: Hey, whatd I miss?
Proud. Loud. And out of control.
A segment cuts into the show, taking the viewers to an unknown location away from the ringside area. Opening in a side corridor with the camera focused on a blue door that is slightly ajar, allowing a small glimpse of the other side. Slowly, the cameraman's hand reaches forward and pushes the door open, revealing a relatively normal dressing room. As the cameraman enters the room, a shadowy figure moves quickly from a well-lit bathroom and makes it's way toward the camera. Dressed in a red kimono that has a golden dragon wrapping itself around the wearer's waist, a familiar face greets the camera with a smile and bows whilst clasping his hands together.
Ash: "Konichiwa. Just in case you have forgotten, I am Ash Koopa."
With his mouth barely contorted into a smirk, Ash glances into the camera with a look of disdain in his eyes. He unties the fabric belt on the kimono and allows it to open, revealing a pair of black boxer shorts and not a whole lot else. Ash makes his way over to the make-up table and, in the strong light, reveals a heavy amount of white foundation covering his face, along with thick black rings of mascara around his eyes. Carefully, Ash takes a seat on a small metal stool, before turning back to the camera and forcing a smile.
Ash: "So, you must all be wondering what exactly is going on. Why is Ash Koopa returning now? More importantly, where has he been for the last two months.."
Slanting his shoulders, Ash offers his hands to the camera as if expecting a sign of agreement from the worldwide audience. With nothing coming his way, Ash shrugs and continues.
Ash: "You must all be saying to yourself, 'the last time we saw you, Ash, you were getting beaten like a red-headed step-child on Christmas day'. And the truth is, I was. If it wasn't the Rejects putting the boots to me on a weekly basis, then it was the final kick in the teeth, getting beaten and bloodied by Adam Wilson who saw fit to randomly pick me out of a crowd and work me over with a hair curler. Not quite sure what that was about, and if I'm honest, I don't think I want to know. Anybody that looks like Screech on the gas tends to rank quite low on my list of priorities.."
A slight chuckle as the insults begin to fly.
Ash: "Speaking of priorities, I can tell you this right now and set the record straight. I'm not coming back for revenge. This whole thing isn't about coming in like some kind of bad-boy with a score to settle. I have absolutely no intention in hunting down Onikage and the Rejects, before beating them with anything but a hair curler. There is no mystery partner lurking in the bathroom, ready to aid me in a battle with Daisuke and his little corporation, or to challenge Soft-core Porn for the Tag Team Championships. And this definitely, one-hundred percent, has nothing to do with Adam Wilson."
Again, Ash chuckles slightly to himself, then stretches, placing his hands behind his neck and forcing his elbows as high as possible. As he shakes off the stretch, Ash glances over at the big mirror attached to the dressing table, then turns back to focus on the camera.
Ash: "I won't deny that if these individuals get in my way, I wouldn't enjoy laying into them with a right hook, because I absolutely would. But they're not my primary targets. This isn't even about Championships. I'm not planning on storming the ranks to battle Keyhole Nakahata or Grant Rice, who actually appears to actually have a potential career opening in front of him now that Nightmare has let go of his coat-tails. My reason for coming back concerns numerous individuals, but at the same time, only one person. And I can tell you, it's not a particularly pretty reason, but a valid one none the less.."
Looking to the floor, Ash rubs his chin and cracks a small smile, before staring into the camera with a dark intensity in his eyes.
Ash: "It's you."
To make it abundantly clear, Ash thrusts an angry index finger at the camera in your direction.
Ash: "Eight months I slaved away in that ring for Full Intensity Wrestling, pouring my heart and soul into entertaining you people. And you lapped it up. The whole notion of being part of a group, with other KoopaManiacs, was something that you just couldn't get enough of. The idea of rallying behind this giant goof who would do anything for a cheap-pop and a bigger slice of the merchandise sales, whether he was dropping a big leg or bleeding. And believe me, I bled a whole lot in that ring. But it was only good whilst it lasted; the minute my match was over, you'd move on and get behind the next guy or girl that would be entertaining and endearing. Out comes Jaime Lee or Liam Mortell and suddenly, the guy that would bust his gut for you people was yesterday's news."
Clearly disgruntled, Ash sneers at the camera, then gets to his feet and kicks the stool away, sending it crashing into the far wall. On impact, the plastic seat cracks and the two sets of metal legs separate from one another before hitting the ground. Ignoring the damaged stool, Ash leans forward and glares into the camera, aiming his anger at each and every person viewing the video.
Ash: "You can't deny it. Look into your heart and dig deep into your pathetic little brains. Ask yourself why nobody nominated Ash Koopa in the end of year awards, because that's what this is all about. I worked my arse off for eight long months, and I won't say I didn't enjoy it, because I did. I loved every damn minute of it, entertaining you selfish people. Last year was, financially, my most successful year in this business as a wrestler. Yet not one single worthy nomination. The only time my name is mentioned is for Daisuke's send-off speech for El Lumberjacko; nothing to do with me really. Perhaps a sympathy vote, but essentially, it'll be Daisuke getting the award, not me. And definitely not 'Jacko."
With a slight twitch under his right eye, Ash does his best to hold back a smile as he shakes his head at the camera.
Ash: "So, pray tell, am I looking to achieve? I'll tell you. See, in twelve months time, there will be another bunch of awards and I intend to get my name on that board. Any way. Any how. My aim is to make you remember this year, not for Full Intensity Wrestling, but for its new star attraction, Ash Koopa. I'm a one-man travelling circus with my roots buried deep into this promotion. You may have only met me last year, but I've been influencing this place for nearly five years, ever since it's inception. And it's about damn freaking time I get recognised for it, no matter what I have to do."
Turning his back to the camera, Ash begins scouring the make-up table for something, before digging into the drawers. After a few seconds, he produces a small tube of lipstick and flashes a wicked grin as he squats down in front of the cameraman.
Ash: "In two-thousand and eight, you won't forget the name of this dirty whore, I can assure. Ash Koopa is here to stay, not just in Full Intensity Wrestling, but in your memories. Forever."
Playing the tube of lipstick in his hands, Ash removes the cap and leans in toward the camera. Using his left hand to keep the camera still, Ash begins writing on the lens with the lipstick; his movements slow and jerky as he writes in reverse. Upon finishing, Ash throws the lipstick out of view and cracks a smile, before chuckling quietly to himself. The camera stays focused on the scene for a few seconds, then fades out, bringing this all to an end.
JH: OK, ladies and gents, this next match we have an extra guest commentator, in the shape of Nightmare!
Night: Hey Hitchen. Loire, Martin.
CM: So, Mr. tough guy, why aren't you in this match?
Night: Because, you little bitch, Tier tried to fucking well kill me. And after I've done this, I'm gonna go find out if I can wrestle soon, and start planning how I'm gonna fuck that maniac up in return.
CM: Woo, scary.
MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first,DRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAKE.....LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE-AH!
MA: And now, his partner for this evening. He stands six feet tall, and is the current Full Intensity Wrestling Flycore Champion... SHAAAAAAAAAAUN WILSON!!!
MA: And their opponents this evening, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and twelve pounds, from the united kingdom: ONE HUNDRED PERCENT JAY BAAAAAAAAAAIN and NICK AAAAAAAAAAAAALLEN!!!
As 'Rule Britannia' explodes over the arena's PA, two huge silver pyros burst their way skywards, showering tiny shards of light across the crowd. Turning back to the stage, the crowd see the two faces stood on the entrance ramp - Allen flexing his muscles and grinning, while Bain glugs from a bottle of water before throwing it to the floor.
JH: Woah, what a turn up! These guys are showing some solidarity this evening. They're coming to the ring as a team, unlike Wilson and Love, who are already staring each other out in the ring.
CL: Yeah, watching those guys team up should be interesting.
Nick and Jay begin pacing towards the ring together, the two of them looking primed and confident. As they reach the perimeter of the ring, Bain athletically leaps onto the apron and slides through the top and middle ropes, while Allen strides up the ring steps, before stepping over the top rope. The two stand in the centre of the ring, posing for the crowd as the music slowly fades to nothing.
JH: Right, this should be a hell of a match! Jay and Allen seem to be getting on remarkably well at the moment, and, well, Drake and Shaun most certainly aren't!
CL: Yeah, look at them, bickering in their corner already.
Night: This is Shaun's problem - too big for his boots.
CM: Pfft, look at Gay Bain and his boyfriend, ready to hold hands and skip through the daisies together.
After a quick shoving match between the two, Wilson reluctantly takes a stand in his corner, squaring off against Jay.
DING!
DING!
DING!
JH: Right, ladies and gents, this one is on! Bain and Wilson circling each other, eyes fixed on each other. There's a hell of a lot of tension in the arena tonight!
CM: Sexual tension, between Nick and Jay, you mean.
Night: You've never been loved, have you?
Quick as a flash, Drake throws a punch, which Bain ducks, sweeping at Drakes legs. Drake steps over and as Bain stands, goes for a clothesline. Bain spins round the opposite side of love, drives a couple of hard jabs into his opponents kidneys, and bulldogs him to the floor.
Drake quickly scrambles back to his feet, and as the two face off again, the Japanese crowd claps politely at the fluid interaction between the two.
The claps die down, and Love rushes in with a heavy boot to the mid-section, followed by a couple of stiff, measured right hooks to his face.
CL: Bain's out on his feet! Drake's punches really seem to have taken their toll on the young Englishman!
Drake turns, making the tag to Wilson. However, as the two swap places, they also share a couple of vicious glances at each other.
Grinning, Shaun charges towards the stumbling Bain, ready to try and get a quick win.
Unfortunately for him though, Bain does quite a good line in playing possum, and as he ducks out of the way, Wilson runs straight into a rather nasty looking headbutt from Allen. Jay tags the big Londoner in, and Fifty Percent Jay Bain, Fifty Percent Nick Allen lifts him up into a double suplex, keeping him suspended for a little longer than usual before dropping him backwards.
CM: I know for a fact that Jay couldn't keep that much weight in the air for that long, Allen must be putting all the effort in.
JH: And I know for a fact that these two are getting on out of mutual respect, more than Love and Wilson's egos will allow them to do.
Allen stands beside the fallen Wilson, hamming it up for the crowd. As he flexing his biceps for the crowd, however, Wilson topples him with a quick cradle pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
CL: Wilson caught Nick off guard there, and very nearly got a win for his team!
As Nick pulls himself upright, Wilson is already springing off the ropes, and throws himself at Allen, looking for a crossbody pin.
But Allen catches him, and tags Bain in.
Nick Drops Wilson with a falling slam, and Bain hits a leg drop from the top rope, which looks to have put the champ out.
Jay covers his opponent, and hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!!
ROPE BREAK!
CM: Wilson can't be that far gone, he had enough about him to get a hand to the ropes in time.
JH: You're right, Chip. Jay looks angry with himself for making such a rookie mistake, and rightly so.
After cursing his stupidity for a second, Bain bounds back to his feet, and pulls Wilson to his feet, where he places a couple of impressively Flair like chops across the champs chest, and DDT'ing him back to the floor.
Allen extends his hand, clamouring to get in the ring. Bain obliges, and pulls the groggy Wilson back to his feet while Allen does his best Ultimate Warrior 'pumping' pose for the crowd. As Jay slides out of the ring, Allen hoists Shaun over his shoulder as he begins to methodically ascend the turnbuckles
JH: Here it comes! Red Card! Red Card!
Allen now has both feet on the second turnbuckle, and raises Wilson into the Gorilla Press position, holding his lifeless body above his head, grinning for the crowd the entire time.
A grin that, unsurprisingly, is wiped from his face as Wilson wriggles free from his predicament and floats over Nick, ready to DDT him off the turnbuckles.
Except Allen stands strong, and Wilson is left holding Allen in a headlock, while his feet dangle aimlessly in the air.
CM: Bain's stepped into the ring, what's going to happen here?
Night: Something big, is my guessing.
Mr. Hundred Percent approaches the two men in the corner, and belly to back suplexes Wilson off the second turnbuckle to the mat, Wilson landing quite heavily on the back of his head. As Bain reaches his feet however, he turns just in time to see Drake belly-to-bellying Allen off his perch on the turnbuckle, straight into him.
All four men now lie motionless on the canvas, while Richard Kelly begins the ten count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Nothing
FOUR!!
FIVE!!
SIX!!
SEVEN!!
EIGHT!!
A glint of movement from Allen
NINE!!
Allen drops an arm across Wilson's chest...
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!
JH: No Way! how did Wilson get himself out of that one?
CM: I don't know, but that's why this guy's the champ, and other people aren't.
Night: Do you want a slap, Martin?
Three of the contestants have made it back to their feet, except Allen, who rolls to the outside to regain some composure. Unfortunately, this leaves Jay in the ring on his own, something he is painfully aware of as he recieves a barrage of punches from the other team. He drops to the floor, although luckily Wilson and Drake are far to busy arguing over who the legal man is.
A short confrontation with Richard Kelly quickly verifies that Wilson, is in fact, the legal man, and that Drake must return to the apron, which he does, stamping on Bain on his way. Bain returns to his feet, guided by Wilson gripping his hair. Wilson kicks Bain in the stomach, and signals to the crowd that that's it.
CL: Here we go! Bain's about to get K'd T.F.O.!
And indeed, that was Shaun's plan. However, Nick Allen taking a handful of cornrows and delivering a clubbing blow to the side of his head made him think that possibly Drake might be better in the ring, after all, and goes for a tag.
But Love simply drops from the apron, and begins walking slowly back to the entrance ramp!
Night: Ha ha, that loser's on his own now! Shows what happens when you can't control your ego. Love's not stupid, he knows that Shaun only wanted him in that ring 'cuz he didn't fancy another clobberin' off Allen!
Insensed, Wilson hangs over the ropes, screaming at the deserter, who just stands at the top of the ramp, laughing.
Wilson is so angry, in fact, that he doesn't realise Allen is standing behind him until the giant taps him on the shoulder.
As he spins, Allen hoists him back into the press slam position as Bain takes a perch on the top rope.
The two lock eyes with each other, and on a mutual count of three, Bain leaps from the corner, Allen drops Wilson, and Bain drives Shaun's head into the canvas face first, Shaun between his spread legs.
Night: Boom! That shit was impressive!
CL: I hate to agree with you, but yes, it was!
CM: Bain hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, Nick Allen and Jay Bain!
Drake finds what has just happened hilarious, and has no qualms in showing this as he makes his way backstage, laughing at his fallen comrade.
Back in the ring, Nick and Jay are stood on opposite turnbuckles, miming the famous 'gold round my waist' mime, and egging the crowd on, as they soak in a fantastic atmosphere. Meanwhile, a team of FIW staff arrive to assist the broken champion backstage.
Suddenly, the camera pans away from the ring as a tall figure races down the aisle toward the ring, clutching a field hockey stick with both hands.
JH: "Who's this coming toward the ring?"
CM: "I have no idea, but she looks hot in that school girl outfit!"
CL: "Uh, hate to burst your bubble, Chip, but I think that's.. Ash Koopa?"
The camera follows the individual as it slows down at the bottom of the aisle, whilst Shaun climbs onto the apron to argue with Richard Kelly over the final decision. Wearing red knee-high socks, a black mini skirt and a very tight white blouse, which has been rolled up to emphasise on the chest, with a small black-and-yellow tie is Ash Koopa. Wielding the hockey stick in his hands, Ash stares at Drake Love and the two men slowly move in opposite directions, with Drake headed for the backstage area and Ash closer to the ring. With the crowd making various sounds of confusion, Ash carefully stalks Shaun as he continues to argue with the referee, whilst clutching the Flycore belt to his chest.
CM: "Why would Ash play on my emotions like that?"
JH: "More importantly, why is Ash dressed like that and what is he doing out here with that big stick in his hands?"
Reluctant to argue any more, Shaun climbs down from the turnbuckle and turns around to make his exit, only for Ash to catch him off-guard and jab the curved-tip of the stick into Shaun's mid-section, knocking him to his knees. As Shaun clutches at his mid-section, Ash slowly saunters around and admires the intrigued crowd, then raises stick above his head and brings it down across Shaun's back, causing him to cry out in pain, before slumping forward onto the mats.
CL: "Good grief, what a couple of shots that was! Ash Koopa just laid into the Flycore Champion with a couple of stiff shots from a hockey stick!"
CM: "Not exactly the best way to celebrate a victory, but whatever floats his boat, I guess. Personally, I'd have gone for a few glasses of sake and some high quality stripper entertainment.."
JH: "I'm sure Shaun would quite happily pick that instead of that little beating. We saw a video of Ash earlier and I'm guessing this is how he wants to start his new year, by getting into Shaun Wilson's head."
CL: "Not a bad place to start, I suppose.."
With Shaun laid out, Ash places his foot on Shaun's back and raises the hockey stick above his head with both hands, then begins laughing to himself as the Japanese crowd refuse to respond to the treacherous attack. Clearly happy with himself, Ash lowers the stick and points it at Richard Kelly, then turns and heads toward the back, making his exit.
Sexy guitars blast attitudinal rock with bassy power while the entire arena is lit up by a rage of multi-colored strobe lights.
MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!
The Great White Hype bursts through the chain-link gate and throws his hands high above his head much to the displeasure of everyone in attendance, minus maybe a few true backyard marks. While still on stage, Adam starts to jam along with his theme music on his air-guitar, complete with pelvic thrusts and a power stance. Adam then stage dives over the steps and lands in the aisle in another power stance. The Hype rocks out mad air-chords, passing the head of his air-guitar over the crowd as though it were the barrel of a machine gun while rapid-fire pyros spark in the background ala Batista.
MA: Making his way to the ring, standing five feet, ten inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds... hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada... he is the self-proclaimed Vanilla Thrilla... the Man who Can... and a Hardcore Legend in the Making... ADAM THE GREEEEAT WHIIIITE HYYYYYYYYYYPE WIIIIIIILSOOOOOON!
With the smoke settling, The Hype starts to strut down the aisle, blowing off jeering fans left and right. A quick dash and he slides into the ring and, as soon as he's to his feet, immediately throws his hands up victoriously again while parading himself about. Adam then climbs a turnbuckle so that he may stand atop it and bask further in his "adoration". Satisfied, The Hype bounds backward into the ring and makes his way slowly to his respective corner.
The lights dim just enough as the music of "Bleed it out" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. The camera focuses on the Tron viewing the bright golden lights that soon flash to a black griffin. Pulling out as the lyrics start out the Winged Feline comes from the back bouncing the music.
MA: And the opponent... hailing fro-
Barely even into her particulars, the soulful tone of Michael Anderson is harshly cut off when the Hype runs right through T-Bird with a DECAPITATING CLOTHESLINE while she's still on the stage! Earning jeers from the crowd, the Great White Hype pays them little mind as he goes to work on the prone form of T-Bird with ruthlessly thrown stomps. A desperate T-Bird does all she can to protect herself, but in the end absorbs more punishment than she's able to deflect.
CL: Now this... this is the Great White Hype I heard about! Ruthless... aggressive... and showing absolutely no mercy!
JH: Indeed... for the fanatics at home who only know Adam Wilson through FIW, you're seeing the inner Hype that caught our attention way back when Wilson was pitching for the minors so to speak.
CM: You wanna make baseball references, Hitch?! How about that grand slam of a clothesline?! FUCKIN' SICK!
And it only gets sicker... scooping T-Bird from the floor, Adam swoops her arm over his head and grabs a handful of tights. Up, over, and OUCH! A BACKBREAKING SNAP SUPLEX stiffens T-Birds body with electric pain. Arching her belly upward, T-Bird only bridges herself into a vulnerable position... because Adam drops the bottom out with an ELBOW DROP straight down onto the abdomen! Rolling about and grasping at her belly, T-Bird coughs and winces while suffering the all around effects of Adams blitz-like attack. With a hefty handful of T-Birds blond locks, the Hype drags her from the floor and forceably hauls her down the aisle. Talking a little smack first, Adam then IRISH WHIPS T-Bird straight into the unforgiving steel that lies beneath the ring apron. To add insult to injury, the Hype then belts out a series of SKIN REDDENING KNIFE EDGED CHOPS! They may hate the man, but the crowd loves the carnage! The WOO along as each chop leaves T-Birds chest looking redder and redder. Finally, Adam punctuates the punishment by BURRYING A KNEE INTO THE ABDOMEN! T-Bird doubles over as a bellowing grunt shoots out along with every last bit of air in her body. T-Bird claws at and clings to the ring apron to stay on her feet while the Hype rolls into the ring and measures himself off against his prey.
JH: The Great White Hype looking for something here...
CL: Yea, and judging by the looking his eye... it's not going to be good!
And it damn sure isn't! Rebounding off the ropes, Adam drops to his back a delivers one hell of a SICK BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK straight to T-Birds face! The Hellcat was only able to turn about and watch! No time to even think of defending herself! The Winged Feline drops dead weight on the floor and lays as Adam slides out of the ring and surveys the damage. From above, Referee Menendez shouts and demands for Adam to get in the ring under penalty of her calling the match... before it has even started!
JH: Referee Michelle Menendez admonishing Wilson now, telling him to get the match where it's suppose to be... in the ring!
CM: You actually understand all that Spanish gibberish she's spewing, Hitch? Besides, all she's really doing is trying to sway things in favor of T-Bird! You put the Hype in the ring and you pull him out of his element! Blatant favoritism if you ask me!
JH: Or how about human compassion... something I'd be certain you know little of, Chip.
CL: Or how about calling the match, guys? Yea... let's try that!
If you'd call this ruthless assault a match! Despite what most would call it, the assault does become officially a match after Adam humors Menendez and rolls T-Birds still lifeless form into the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Finally, the action's in the ring! T-Bird lays on her face as Adam blows her off and decides to parade himself about, much to the displeasure of the rabid capacity crowd of FIW fanatics. Climbing a turnbuckle, Adam points out toward a camera, beckons it close, and leans over to speak.
Hype: Watch me... watch me close, Ninja! I'm going to show you who puts the FIGHT in FIGHTING SPIRIT!
After running his hands over his waist and pointing at the camera again, Adam bounds from the turnbuckle and B-lines for T-Bird, who's still yet to move! Hefting her up with another handful of hair, Adam aggressively shoves her back first into a corner and mounts the middle rope. Standing above T-Bird, Adam beckons another camera closer and as he pounds his fist into T-Bird skull, you can hear him yell out with each dotted blow...
Hype: F-S-C... GREAT-WHITE-HYPE... F-S-C... GREAT-WHITE-HYPE...
Twelve crowd counted shots later, Adam bounds away from the turnbuckles and after grabbing yet another handful of the Hellcats hair, WHIPLASHES the back of T-Birds head off the mat with a MAT SLAM! The Hype the mounts the Hellcat and starts slugging a measured fist straight into T-Birds pug, all the while, he shouts...
Hype: There's Ninja... there's Ninja... there's Ninja... there's Ninja!
CM: I don't get it... does the Hype think T-Bird's a ninja?!
JH: I doubt it, Chip. I've gotta believe that what the Hype is doing here is he's sending a very strong message to our Fighting Spirit Champion, Extreme Ninja!
CL: That and potentially putting a Hellcat on the shelf! Two birds with one stone, huh guys?
JH: As sick and demented as it is, my gut's telling me that that's the way it is, fellas.
From what Hitch's gut suspects to the action in the ring... still mounting T-Bird, the Hype casts away petty punches and opts to make more impact with straight HEADBUTTS! As each shot pounds T-Birds features unrecognizable, Adam shouts a single name...
Hype: Ninja! Ninja! Ninja!
This sick display of merciless aggression could go on forever if the Hype has his way, but it's Menendez' way that wins out in the end. She dashes in and pushes herself between Adam and T-Bird. Finally, Adam realizes why. Looking down on T-Bird, Adam can see that he's busted the Hellcat open with the constant shots to the head! Palming his own forehead, Adam finds that her blood stains his skin... and it makes the Hype laugh!
CL: This is fucked up! Just a few weeks ago T-Bird and the Hype were tag team partners!
JH: It's sad to admit, but this all just goes to show that you can never trust a snake like the Great White Hype!
CM: Snake nothing, Hitch! The man's doing what he's done from the word go, and that's fight a match his way! He told us all from the very start that each and every one of the Hellcats on this roster were on notice! So don't sit there and bitch and moan when the man makes good on his word! And as of tonight, as you pointed out yourself, you can bet your ass that Extreme Ninja and his FSC title reign are on notice too! I'm calling it right here and now... the Great White Hype is going to be a force to reckon with in 2008!
After parading about the ring again, Adam's shown as much patience as he's willing and shoves Menendez away from T-Bird. Hauling the dead-weight Hellcat from the mat, Adam tucks her head under his arm, extends his foot, and...
CM: THE HYPE HITS THE HYPE!
T-Bird lays motionless while Adam sits beside her post-DDT and sports the sickest of grins! Adam has a blood lust tonight to say the very least! He floats over T-Bird and makes a cover... a cover that Referee Menendez waves off and instead opts to call for the bell right away thus ending the match, and hopefully ending the assault!
DING! DING! DING!
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, Referee Menendez has called this contest and awards the win, via knockout, to ADAM THE GREAT WHIIITE HYYYYYYYYYYPE WIIIIIIILSOOOOOON!
As his theme bellows and wails out, the Hype himself sits up from his cover on T-Bird and looks a little stunned. Menendez informs Adam of his win and how it came about and then asks the Hype to simply leave... and Adam obliges?
CM: What the hell kind of call was that?!
JH: It was a compassionate call, Chip! Do you know what compassion is?! It's the stuff that Adam Wilson is quite obviously devoid of judging his performance tonight!
CM: Judge not less ye be judged, Hitch! You can sit here and spew all you want about compassion, but the bottom line is tonight the Great White Hype got the job done! Former tag team partner or not, Adam showed that he's not letting anyone get in his way... and right now that way is one way... straight at the FSC Champion, Extreme Ninja! And my advice for the bleeding hearts out there is if you can't handle the competition, you're best suited to seek your fame and fortune elsewhere!
JH: What you call competition, Chip, is what I call blatant thuggery! If this was a fair spirited competition, Adam would have waited for T-Bord to get into the ring, he would have abided by the rules, and he would have-HEY WAIT A MINUTE!
Just as everyone thought the Hype was long gone, he slips back into the ring a steel chair AND a Singapore cane in hand! Menendez first pleads with Adam and then demands that he drop his weapons. Adams response... to drop the cane but reel back with the chair and make like he's going to strike Menendez down! Menendez flees from the ring and can only watch along with the thousands in attendance as Adam stalks about the ring with that chair.. that weapon in his hands. Then, and again, to the horror of all baring witness, Adam opens the chair just enough to slip it around T-Birds right arm. The Hype the scoops his cane from the mat and stalks about the ring again. Several officials try as they might to stop the Hype, but his threats and motions keep them all at bay.
JH: C'mon, Hype! You won the damn match... what more do you possibly need to accomplish tonight!
CM: I said it once already, Hitch! The Hype's going to make good on his word!
The crowd rumbles with a terrified anticipation as Adam now stands above T-Bird who still lays clean out on the mat. Slowly raising the cane above his head, Adam grits his teeth into a very sinister grin and...
JH: For God's sake, she's a human being Hype!
CM: Correction... she's a Hellcat! And according to the Hype, therefore a subspecies of human beings! If I were every Hellcat in the locker room right now, I'd be damn sure to take notice!
CL: Let's not forget Extreme Ninja... I damn sure hope he's watching this too!
JH: Is the Great White Hype sincerely devoid of all that separates man from animal?! Is he truly going to-NO! NO! MY GOD, WHAT HAS HE DONE!?
I'll tell you what he's done! Mustering up all sorts of rage, frustration, and sheer, unbridled power, Adam The Great White Hype Wilson has HAMMERED the cane down on top of the chair and has CRUSHED... repeat, CRUSHED T-Birds arm inside the steel chair! The unimaginable pain is enough to more than arouse T-Bird from her unconscious state and now she kicks and flails about while screaming with shrill horror and pain! Adam reels back as though he's about to administer more brutal punishment when...
JH: Once is more then enough! Stop it, Hype! Stop! For the love of God, STOP!
CM: How's this any different from what you normally preach, Hitch?! It's all about proving who the best of the best is, and right now I'd say Adam Wilson is among the best!
CL: When you're talking about who the sickest of the sick are, I'd have to agree with you, Chip... but this... this is just heinous! This is-WAIT! EXTREME NINJA! EXTREME NINJA!
Extreme Ninja?! Indeed! The Fighting Spirit Champion dashes down the aisle, slides into the ring, and sends the Hype fleeing before he can bring the hammer down again! The crowd roars an ovation for the FSC who first tends to the sickly beaten T-Bird and then, as soon as she's well in the care of EMT's and FIW officials alike, Ninja leans far over the ropes and points at the Hype... who obviously shouts back! The two rivals exchange words (Ninja's being silent ones) as Adam backs up the ramp, cane still in hand.
JH: Thank God for Extreme Ninja!
CM: Fuck that! Ninja is doing what he always does and that's stick his nose where it doesn't belong! Well I for one am damn sick and tired of heroes! And mark my words, boys... if Ninja wants to play hero, he's going to reap what comes with the territory! And I'm telling you all right now, it's going to be compliments of my man, and the NEXT Fighting Spirit Champion... Adam The Great White Hype Wilson!
A somewhat familiar face in Shawni Tifftin walks the backstage area seemingly on a mission. Finally she seems to have caught up with her intended target tapping him on the shoulder. Around turns Liam Mortell slightly who looks her a little up and down not really sure who she is but not about to send her away either. Bad move on his part there.
Shawni: You're that British guy, right?
Liam fully turns around somewhat surprised by the sudden, blatant question.
Liam: "Yeah. Wh--"
Shawni: Good, then you're the gentlemen I need to help me find Roxie. Because as a gentlemen, you should help me find her.
That little "should" is spoken with a heightened sense of emphasis that really sets the tone. Shawni isn't expecting Liam to help her, she's practically demanding him to. But that right now doesn't seem to be Liam's problem of concern.
Liam: "Well, I apologize but I really don't know where she is. I don't keep tabs on the guys here so--"
Shawni: Because it's really important I see her.
Clearly, based upon that interruption alone, Shawni is still expecting help from Liam. Sure he might've pointed her in some direction earlier, but judging by the look on his face...yea, probably not going to happen.
Liam: "Look, I'm really--"
Shawni: I need to tell her that because she was acting all moody and blah last time I saw her, I couldn't give her my message. So it's important that you dig deep into your British gentlemen ways and help me out. Okay? So let's get going.
Shawni, ready to go, reaches out her arm to grab hold of Liam only to find that he's gone. Clearly a little upset with her assumptions and demands, he's left her all alone. Feeling the exact opposite of sheepish, Shawni storms off.
[/size] has played with his bleached blond hair, and he stops at the top for the ramp to fix his quiff with a comb he already had in his hands. Eventually, he's satisfied with the results and he confidently struts towards the ring, flicking the [autographed, obviously,] comb into the front row but before he can scale the ring steps, he orders one of the ring attendants to go up first to hold the ropes open for him. A small arguement ensues, but eventually the ring attendant relents and lets him through. Once in the ring, Blondie stretches in his corner as he waits for the bell.MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the first match of the evening is a hardcore rules GRUDGE MATCH, scheduled for fifteen minutes, and one fall.
Introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas, and standing six feet five inches tall...DRAAAAAAAAAGONNNNNNNNN!
The lights go dim as "Headstrong" by Trapt begins to play throughout the arena, red strobe lights then begin to flash, rotate, and light up the stage and gold pyro begins to shower down to the left and right of The Dragon as he appears on stage. With his head down and standing there for a few second, he then looks up and begins to confidently walk his way down to the ring. As The Dragon makes his way to the ring he pauses infront of the stairs and looks out into the crowd before running up the stairs and into the ring. The Dragon then makes his way to the left turnbuckle, climbs up it, and lifts both arms in the air and flexes his chest and arm muscles as he pauses for a few seconds and then climbs back down in anticipation of the beginning of the match.
The beat starts in and the lights begin to flash on and off in time with it, illuminating a figure moving through thick fog, cloaked heavily in a hooded coat and gas mask. He strolls darkly down the aisle, not looking at the fans or his opponent; only on his destination.
MA: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 236 lbs... he hails from Mission, Texas.... THIS! ... IS! ... TIIIIIIEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!
Tier climbs the steps and walks along the apron. He casts a dramatic backward glance at the audience before entering the ring. Tier removes his coat and hands it to the referee, letting his scarred body glitter in the flashing light as Angelspit's remix of KMFDM's Tohuvabohu dies down.
JH: Welcome to Friday night ReVolt everyone! This first match should be a hell of a spectacle, the gasmasked maniac taking on Dragon again, as their match last week never actually got started.
CL: Yeah, due to Tier beating Dragon into a kind of fleshy human paste with a chair.
CM: Man, that made for good TV. And as this is a hardcore match, fingers crossed we might even get to see it again.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Dragon goes straight on the offense, throwing a punch in at Tier. Nonchalantly, the masked man grabs Dragon by the wrist, and arm wrenches the texan into a hammerlock, and lands a couple of shots on the back of Dragon's head. The final one drops Dragon to the canvas, and after a couple of quick, cursory stomps Tier slides unerneath the bottom rope.
CM:I hope he's goin' under the ring.
Sure enough, Tier reaches under the ring for a second or two, before emerging with a chair, which he carelessly throws into the ring.
By the time Tier has re-entered the ring and collected his weapon, Dragon is just climbing to his feet, his face already a mask of confusion. In fact, he's still so out of it, he doesn't even raise his hands in self defense as the chair rebounds of his skull once, twice, three, four times. Already smelling blood, Tier swings the chair wildly, damn near decapitating Dragon.
CL: That canvas is like Dragon's second home.
JH: He does spend a little more time lying on there than most of the roster, you're right.
CL :A little? It's practically got his assprint in it.
In a reprisal of last week, Tier refuses to let up on the fallen Texan, slamming the chair into his upper body over and over, until a nastily jagged bend in the chair lacerates Dragon's forehead, spraying crimson across the ring. Still, Tier does not let up, as he stomps on the chair, which he's positioned rather neatly over Dragon's face.
CM: Wow, I knew this was gonna be intense, but I didn't think even Tier was capable of cruelty like this.
JH: Yeah, I don't think anyon....... What's Nightmare doing here? He's not fit to wrestle!
As Hitchen says, Nightmare is indeed stood at the top of the entrance ramp, hobbling quite badly, and supported by a crutch. This doesn't stop him from yelling Tier's name, distracting him from the limp, broken carcass of Dragon. As Nightmare reaches the halfway point on the ramp, Tier is unaware of the presence behind him.
CM: Grant Rice is here now! this could turn quite quickly into a war!
CL: Yeah, and he's not alone either. He's got Redrum with him. No prizes for guessing what happens next.
A Redrum shot to the small of Tier's back resonates through the arena.
CM: BANG! Rice is raining those shots down on Tier, who I think might be bleeding!
JH: You're right Chip, he is. There's blood running down his arms and back, and it doesn't look pretty at all!
As Tier reels back from the chair shots, Dragon senses an opportunity. Using the remainder of his strength, he clumsily rolls Tier up for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!!!
JH: Woah, Tier just very narrowly suffering a loss to Dragon!
CM: Which is like being beaten by the Brooklyn Brawler.
CL: Guys, watch out. Tier seems really pissed now.
Indeed, Tier has reached breaking point. Enraged with himself for nearly losing, and unable to see Rice, he turns his attention back to Dragon, who knows this isn't going to go well.
Tier launches into a frenzied attack, driving Dragon's head into the turnbuckle far more than the regulation ten times, and far faster than the crowd can count along with. Dragon crumples to the mat, and Tier begins attempting to end the young man's life. A succession of violent stops and kicks to Dragon's face open another gash, and after a few chair shots to Dragon's head (Which he doesn't even react to), Tier simply places a foot on Dragon's chest for the pin. He has spotted Rice, and wants to deal with one annoyance before he moves onto the next.
[align=center]ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!![/align]
MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, TIER!
As Tier's music plays, he sprints from the ring, straight towards Rice, and suffers another couple of shots for his trouble.
Sensing he is in danger, the masked one spins round, and relieves Nightmare of his crutch, causing him to slump to the floor.
Tier and Rice swing their weapons at each other, and as they collide the crutch splits in half, the two pieces flying off in different directions. Luckily for Tier, however, the shockwaves cause Grant to lose his grip on the chair, which skids down the ramp away from him.
The two rivals then launch into a frenzied brawl, spilling into the guard rails, and almost into the crowd, before a huge mob of security storm the pair, splitting them up. Another man appears from the back with another crutch for the injured Nightmare, who has been forced to watch the action unfold from flat on his back, and helps him back to his feet.
Grant and Tier are now being restrained, and are giving each other hateful death stares.
CM: Look at the way those two are staring at each other! I hope to god this isn't the last we see of this!
JH: Jesus christ, can you not see how badly injured Nightmare is? Have some compassion, you horrible pig.
CM: Fuck you, Bitchen. I want more BLOOD!
Tier is dragged backstage by the security team, leaving Rice still glaring at the entryway, before turning to aid his injured comrade back to the locker room.
Shaun is seen walking down the hall, cell phone glued to the side of his head. And the Flycore Champ looks anything but pleased as the camera zooms in closer.
Shaun: "Look, I've been the Flycore Champ for two months now, and I've defended the title against Jay and Nightmare. And I'm still standing around with the belt. Bring me some competition!"
Shaun becomes more and more irate at Lazaro's attempt to give him a answer He pulls the phone away from his ear and starts to motion as if he was gonna throw the phone.
Shaun: "I've busted my tail for an entire year to get this belt and now that I got it there's no one to even face. You guys bring Nightmare down to the division, and what happened? I beat him, and not only that I embarassed him. Before that you gave Colbert a chance to win his belt back. And he wasn't successful, and where is he now? Then there's Jay Bain, who I'm deftly sick of.........."
Shaun is cut off by Lazaro, and that strikes a bigger nerve. The Flycore Champ stops and leans against a wall, as workers walk by.
Lazaro's tone is a bit forceful as Shaun listens to him, before taking deep breath.
Shaun: "Right now Lazaro, I'm one of FIW's hottest things going right now. And I'm the champion of a division that's as dead as Nightmare's career. This division is bone dry, and something needs to be done to correct it."
Shaun pulls out his bluetooth and turns it on, and slides it over his ear. The cell phone he has goes into this pocket.
Shaun: "Deal......did you just say deal? I gotta deal huh? Why not resign someone? Hell where's Justin Sane.....or Wayne Don? You can even bring back Zesboca Davani. Why can't Onikage get back in the ring? I would love to beat him again. Why I can't face Kiyoshi? I own a victory over the former champ, and was screwed out of my match against him for the title. Then I beat him in a tag match after that."
Shaun cuts off Lazaro who sighs into the phone. Shaun Wilson starts to laugh.
Shaun: "It's funny you say that Lazaro, because from my vantage point it seems to look different. You gave Jim O'Brien a title shot and he just returned. FIW management has done that on more than one occasion. When Matt Impact came back he got one. Prime has had a chance or two, and now that Tier is back. I'm pretty sure he's gonna get a shot. I'm being overlooked but I'm gonna remedy that!"
If you're just now realizing that Shaun is mad, then you're very late and behind the power curve. Jeff Noon sees Shaun and walks up, until Shaun points at his bluetooth. Jeff nods and continues his walk down the corridors of the Makomanai Ice Arena.
Shaun: "Lazaro my mind is made up, and I see I'm gonna have to put my own self out there. Tonite is the beginning of Shaun Wilson's war against FIW. And no I'm not forming a stable, it's just me and my name and talent. That's being wasted so you guys can put the older washed up has beens before me. If you think I'm not gonna get involved in every single match tonite........think again. People are gonna get mowed down. And it's all you and upper management's fault."
Shaun taps the button on his bluetooth, and looks around angrily. He takes a deep breath before walking off towards his locker room to prepare not only for his match, but the first shot in his war with FIW.
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.
MA: The following is a Hellcat Horrorcore rules match! First on the way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and thirty three pounds, hailing from Shelton Conneticut Rory. Von Drachenberg!!!
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 and he's followed by his bodyguard, Mal McPhee. 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 as Orion is carried down to the floor by McPhee.
MA: Making her way to the ring accompanied by 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod and Malachy McPhee...LAAAARRRAAAAA TOOONNNIIIIIIIII!!!
Lara begins slapping the hands of the fans in the front row before she looks behind to see Orion shaking his head. 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.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell sounds and Lara instantly ruses into Rory tackling her down hard with a running spear from nowhere.
JH: Lara wanting to get this one underway.
CL: Good. No touchy feely circling or tie ups. Straight into the action which is good in my book.
Lara rises up over the prone Rory and begins dragging her by the hair toward the ropes.
JH: Luckily for her the horrorcore rules or else The Truth would be in her face about this.
CL: Yea, gimmicky refs piss me off that way.
CM: What I dont get is this sudden style from Lara.
JH: She might just be trying to end this puppy quick and send a message to the other Hellcats. Most likely the champion Jaime and just as likely the hellcat whose been circling the top contendership for the past few months Roxie.
CL: Yeah, Roxie pisses me off too.
Lara rests Rorys neck on the bottom rope and proceeds to slide out of the ring. From there she grips both hands in behind Rorys neck and presses down choking her against the bottom rope. As if that wasnt enough, Lara lifts her legs and pushes with her feet against the bottom of the apron putting in more torque on the pull.
CL: You dont see something like that everyday.
JH: Whats that? Smarty Smark and PBM in the front row?
CL: That I wish I didnt see every day.
Just as Hitchen has said, Smarty and PBM sit front row waving their tickets yelling at both the fans and Lara who at this time pays them no mind. Even Orion tends to ignore them.
Eventually the strain becomes too much in her arms and before fatigue takes place, Lara releases the grip but not before planting her feet back firmly on the ground below her. Released from the hold now, Rory begins to crawl toward the centre of the ring on her hands and knees coughing every so often.
JH: This match might be over quick.
Lara quickly makes her way toward the corner furthest from the entrance way but still on the commentators side before scaling up the turnbuckle and waits. She waits until she has the perfect opportunity. It comes when Rory is at the middle of the ring. Lara hops down to the second rope and comes in crashing her elbow across the back of Rory.
JH: What an elbow drop crashing right onto the back of Rory. If the choke didnt take the air out of her that move certainly did.
Clearly not willing to let up even for an instant, Lara wraps her arms around Rorys head and begins to pull back.
JH: A variation of the crossface applied now in the ring. Will Rory give up?
CL: She better. End this insult to horrorcore wrestling right now!
JH: What are you talking about?
CL: Where are the chairs? The bloodshed? Wheres everything I was promised?
JH: I think Lara is more motivated by the win than decimating her opponent and beating them into a bloody pulp.
CL: And you always said that the first rule of this game was to make the fans happy.
JH: She is making these fans happy. Listen to them! Theyre solidly behind her here tonight.
Just as Hitchen has described, the fans are indeed behind Lara as she puts on the pressure in the cross face. Rory’s hand stretches out with nothing to grab but canvas. However, she tends to fight on not willing to submit in such a short time. But soon the stress of the hold becomes too much and Rory quickly taps out on the canvas as Truth turns toward the time keeper signalling for him to ring the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
MA: Your winner, via submission LARAAAAA TONIIIIII!!!!
Fans cheer and applaud the short lived match as Orion turns toward Smark now to try and shut him up. Particularly to silence his attempt at a learn to wrestle chant. This doesnt bowl over well for Malachy either as he joins Orion in silencing the front row disturbance. All the while Smark keeps up the grin and giggles as Lara celebrates in the ring.
JH: Whats he smiling about?
Soon it becomes clear as Hembra comes in from the opposite side knocking Lara down to her front on the canvas. After dropping down a couple of elbow drops, Hembra begins dropping a few knees to the small of Laras back.
JH: What a pathetic attempt of a fighter Hembra is making herself out to be. Coming in after a fight and from behind!
CL: Seems to work for her.
Hembra continues pressing her assault until a familiar face comes screaming down the ring.
JH: Its Jaime Lee!
CL: Who cares! Theres bigger things to worry about.
JH: Like what?
CL: Like whos going to fine Hembra now? Shes not supposed to be here, right? And yet there she is in the ring.
JH: Is that all you care about right now? Go get her Jaime!
Jaime does indeed get her as she sends a flurry of forearm smashes to Hembras jaw knocking her back against the ropes. Jaime then goes for an Irish whip which is easily countered. Jaime though comes back with a flying forearm that only causes Hembra to take a few steps further back. Jaime then heads against the ropes and tries for another only this time shes countered with a belly to belly toss.
JH: That wasnt even close to a suplex! That was nothing but a throw.
Hembra seems in the drivers seat, that is until Lara rises up to her feet and tries to clip Hembra from behind. This only causes Hembra forward a little as she loses balance yes, but doesnt quite topple over. Hembra then turns around and catches Lara upon her quick retreat attempt to gather more distance for another attack and hoists her up with two handfuls of hair. Lara kicks and screams at the pain as hembra dangles her above the canvas just waiting for something to come into her head.
JH: Hembra is back on the offensive here!
CL: Why isnt Orion or Malachy doing anything?
JH: It looks like theyre being held back by Smarty and PBM.
CL: How are they even managing that?
JH: Im not sure but they are.
Just as Hembra is about to hurl Lara over the top rope another hellcat enters the arena to more of a mixed reaction than Jaime. Roxie comes down the rampway as Hembra drops Lara to the canvas anxiously awaiting the arrival of the third possible victim.
CL: Whats that dyke thinking? One on one with hembra?
JH: Jaime could manage.
CL: Yea, last week. But this seems a better Hembra.
Just as Roxie is about to slide into the ring, both Lara and Jaime clip Hembra from behind knocking her off her feet crashing onto the canvas. Roxie quickly then enters the fray as lara quickly begins to stomp and kick at the Monstruo. Roxie and Jaime however stand on either side of the grounded amazon staring back at each other before finally being convinced to join in. But not too much can happen though as Hembra pushes her way through the mixed feet and out of the ring.
JH: Hembra has escaped to the outside. Perhaps she cant take on all hellcats when theyre banded together like this.
Hembra tries to re-enter the ring but is stopped by security who begin to pull her away from the ring. Hembra lets out wild roars as the three hellcats watch her leave somewhat satisfied in their most recent victory. Smarty grumbles underneath his breath and slaps PBM, visibly blaming him over the sight they witness.
CM: Hey, whatd I miss?
Proud. Loud. And out of control.
A segment cuts into the show, taking the viewers to an unknown location away from the ringside area. Opening in a side corridor with the camera focused on a blue door that is slightly ajar, allowing a small glimpse of the other side. Slowly, the cameraman's hand reaches forward and pushes the door open, revealing a relatively normal dressing room. As the cameraman enters the room, a shadowy figure moves quickly from a well-lit bathroom and makes it's way toward the camera. Dressed in a red kimono that has a golden dragon wrapping itself around the wearer's waist, a familiar face greets the camera with a smile and bows whilst clasping his hands together.
Ash: "Konichiwa. Just in case you have forgotten, I am Ash Koopa."
With his mouth barely contorted into a smirk, Ash glances into the camera with a look of disdain in his eyes. He unties the fabric belt on the kimono and allows it to open, revealing a pair of black boxer shorts and not a whole lot else. Ash makes his way over to the make-up table and, in the strong light, reveals a heavy amount of white foundation covering his face, along with thick black rings of mascara around his eyes. Carefully, Ash takes a seat on a small metal stool, before turning back to the camera and forcing a smile.
Ash: "So, you must all be wondering what exactly is going on. Why is Ash Koopa returning now? More importantly, where has he been for the last two months.."
Slanting his shoulders, Ash offers his hands to the camera as if expecting a sign of agreement from the worldwide audience. With nothing coming his way, Ash shrugs and continues.
Ash: "You must all be saying to yourself, 'the last time we saw you, Ash, you were getting beaten like a red-headed step-child on Christmas day'. And the truth is, I was. If it wasn't the Rejects putting the boots to me on a weekly basis, then it was the final kick in the teeth, getting beaten and bloodied by Adam Wilson who saw fit to randomly pick me out of a crowd and work me over with a hair curler. Not quite sure what that was about, and if I'm honest, I don't think I want to know. Anybody that looks like Screech on the gas tends to rank quite low on my list of priorities.."
A slight chuckle as the insults begin to fly.
Ash: "Speaking of priorities, I can tell you this right now and set the record straight. I'm not coming back for revenge. This whole thing isn't about coming in like some kind of bad-boy with a score to settle. I have absolutely no intention in hunting down Onikage and the Rejects, before beating them with anything but a hair curler. There is no mystery partner lurking in the bathroom, ready to aid me in a battle with Daisuke and his little corporation, or to challenge Soft-core Porn for the Tag Team Championships. And this definitely, one-hundred percent, has nothing to do with Adam Wilson."
Again, Ash chuckles slightly to himself, then stretches, placing his hands behind his neck and forcing his elbows as high as possible. As he shakes off the stretch, Ash glances over at the big mirror attached to the dressing table, then turns back to focus on the camera.
Ash: "I won't deny that if these individuals get in my way, I wouldn't enjoy laying into them with a right hook, because I absolutely would. But they're not my primary targets. This isn't even about Championships. I'm not planning on storming the ranks to battle Keyhole Nakahata or Grant Rice, who actually appears to actually have a potential career opening in front of him now that Nightmare has let go of his coat-tails. My reason for coming back concerns numerous individuals, but at the same time, only one person. And I can tell you, it's not a particularly pretty reason, but a valid one none the less.."
Looking to the floor, Ash rubs his chin and cracks a small smile, before staring into the camera with a dark intensity in his eyes.
Ash: "It's you."
To make it abundantly clear, Ash thrusts an angry index finger at the camera in your direction.
Ash: "Eight months I slaved away in that ring for Full Intensity Wrestling, pouring my heart and soul into entertaining you people. And you lapped it up. The whole notion of being part of a group, with other KoopaManiacs, was something that you just couldn't get enough of. The idea of rallying behind this giant goof who would do anything for a cheap-pop and a bigger slice of the merchandise sales, whether he was dropping a big leg or bleeding. And believe me, I bled a whole lot in that ring. But it was only good whilst it lasted; the minute my match was over, you'd move on and get behind the next guy or girl that would be entertaining and endearing. Out comes Jaime Lee or Liam Mortell and suddenly, the guy that would bust his gut for you people was yesterday's news."
Clearly disgruntled, Ash sneers at the camera, then gets to his feet and kicks the stool away, sending it crashing into the far wall. On impact, the plastic seat cracks and the two sets of metal legs separate from one another before hitting the ground. Ignoring the damaged stool, Ash leans forward and glares into the camera, aiming his anger at each and every person viewing the video.
Ash: "You can't deny it. Look into your heart and dig deep into your pathetic little brains. Ask yourself why nobody nominated Ash Koopa in the end of year awards, because that's what this is all about. I worked my arse off for eight long months, and I won't say I didn't enjoy it, because I did. I loved every damn minute of it, entertaining you selfish people. Last year was, financially, my most successful year in this business as a wrestler. Yet not one single worthy nomination. The only time my name is mentioned is for Daisuke's send-off speech for El Lumberjacko; nothing to do with me really. Perhaps a sympathy vote, but essentially, it'll be Daisuke getting the award, not me. And definitely not 'Jacko."
With a slight twitch under his right eye, Ash does his best to hold back a smile as he shakes his head at the camera.
Ash: "So, pray tell, am I looking to achieve? I'll tell you. See, in twelve months time, there will be another bunch of awards and I intend to get my name on that board. Any way. Any how. My aim is to make you remember this year, not for Full Intensity Wrestling, but for its new star attraction, Ash Koopa. I'm a one-man travelling circus with my roots buried deep into this promotion. You may have only met me last year, but I've been influencing this place for nearly five years, ever since it's inception. And it's about damn freaking time I get recognised for it, no matter what I have to do."
Turning his back to the camera, Ash begins scouring the make-up table for something, before digging into the drawers. After a few seconds, he produces a small tube of lipstick and flashes a wicked grin as he squats down in front of the cameraman.
Ash: "In two-thousand and eight, you won't forget the name of this dirty whore, I can assure. Ash Koopa is here to stay, not just in Full Intensity Wrestling, but in your memories. Forever."
Playing the tube of lipstick in his hands, Ash removes the cap and leans in toward the camera. Using his left hand to keep the camera still, Ash begins writing on the lens with the lipstick; his movements slow and jerky as he writes in reverse. Upon finishing, Ash throws the lipstick out of view and cracks a smile, before chuckling quietly to himself. The camera stays focused on the scene for a few seconds, then fades out, bringing this all to an end.
JH: OK, ladies and gents, this next match we have an extra guest commentator, in the shape of Nightmare!
Night: Hey Hitchen. Loire, Martin.
CM: So, Mr. tough guy, why aren't you in this match?
Night: Because, you little bitch, Tier tried to fucking well kill me. And after I've done this, I'm gonna go find out if I can wrestle soon, and start planning how I'm gonna fuck that maniac up in return.
CM: Woo, scary.
MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first,DRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAKE.....LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE-AH!
MA: And now, his partner for this evening. He stands six feet tall, and is the current Full Intensity Wrestling Flycore Champion... SHAAAAAAAAAAUN WILSON!!!
MA: And their opponents this evening, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and twelve pounds, from the united kingdom: ONE HUNDRED PERCENT JAY BAAAAAAAAAAIN and NICK AAAAAAAAAAAAALLEN!!!
As 'Rule Britannia' explodes over the arena's PA, two huge silver pyros burst their way skywards, showering tiny shards of light across the crowd. Turning back to the stage, the crowd see the two faces stood on the entrance ramp - Allen flexing his muscles and grinning, while Bain glugs from a bottle of water before throwing it to the floor.
JH: Woah, what a turn up! These guys are showing some solidarity this evening. They're coming to the ring as a team, unlike Wilson and Love, who are already staring each other out in the ring.
CL: Yeah, watching those guys team up should be interesting.
Nick and Jay begin pacing towards the ring together, the two of them looking primed and confident. As they reach the perimeter of the ring, Bain athletically leaps onto the apron and slides through the top and middle ropes, while Allen strides up the ring steps, before stepping over the top rope. The two stand in the centre of the ring, posing for the crowd as the music slowly fades to nothing.
JH: Right, this should be a hell of a match! Jay and Allen seem to be getting on remarkably well at the moment, and, well, Drake and Shaun most certainly aren't!
CL: Yeah, look at them, bickering in their corner already.
Night: This is Shaun's problem - too big for his boots.
CM: Pfft, look at Gay Bain and his boyfriend, ready to hold hands and skip through the daisies together.
After a quick shoving match between the two, Wilson reluctantly takes a stand in his corner, squaring off against Jay.
DING!
DING!
DING!
JH: Right, ladies and gents, this one is on! Bain and Wilson circling each other, eyes fixed on each other. There's a hell of a lot of tension in the arena tonight!
CM: Sexual tension, between Nick and Jay, you mean.
Night: You've never been loved, have you?
Quick as a flash, Drake throws a punch, which Bain ducks, sweeping at Drakes legs. Drake steps over and as Bain stands, goes for a clothesline. Bain spins round the opposite side of love, drives a couple of hard jabs into his opponents kidneys, and bulldogs him to the floor.
Drake quickly scrambles back to his feet, and as the two face off again, the Japanese crowd claps politely at the fluid interaction between the two.
The claps die down, and Love rushes in with a heavy boot to the mid-section, followed by a couple of stiff, measured right hooks to his face.
CL: Bain's out on his feet! Drake's punches really seem to have taken their toll on the young Englishman!
Drake turns, making the tag to Wilson. However, as the two swap places, they also share a couple of vicious glances at each other.
Grinning, Shaun charges towards the stumbling Bain, ready to try and get a quick win.
Unfortunately for him though, Bain does quite a good line in playing possum, and as he ducks out of the way, Wilson runs straight into a rather nasty looking headbutt from Allen. Jay tags the big Londoner in, and Fifty Percent Jay Bain, Fifty Percent Nick Allen lifts him up into a double suplex, keeping him suspended for a little longer than usual before dropping him backwards.
CM: I know for a fact that Jay couldn't keep that much weight in the air for that long, Allen must be putting all the effort in.
JH: And I know for a fact that these two are getting on out of mutual respect, more than Love and Wilson's egos will allow them to do.
Allen stands beside the fallen Wilson, hamming it up for the crowd. As he flexing his biceps for the crowd, however, Wilson topples him with a quick cradle pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
CL: Wilson caught Nick off guard there, and very nearly got a win for his team!
As Nick pulls himself upright, Wilson is already springing off the ropes, and throws himself at Allen, looking for a crossbody pin.
But Allen catches him, and tags Bain in.
Nick Drops Wilson with a falling slam, and Bain hits a leg drop from the top rope, which looks to have put the champ out.
Jay covers his opponent, and hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!!
ROPE BREAK!
CM: Wilson can't be that far gone, he had enough about him to get a hand to the ropes in time.
JH: You're right, Chip. Jay looks angry with himself for making such a rookie mistake, and rightly so.
After cursing his stupidity for a second, Bain bounds back to his feet, and pulls Wilson to his feet, where he places a couple of impressively Flair like chops across the champs chest, and DDT'ing him back to the floor.
Allen extends his hand, clamouring to get in the ring. Bain obliges, and pulls the groggy Wilson back to his feet while Allen does his best Ultimate Warrior 'pumping' pose for the crowd. As Jay slides out of the ring, Allen hoists Shaun over his shoulder as he begins to methodically ascend the turnbuckles
JH: Here it comes! Red Card! Red Card!
Allen now has both feet on the second turnbuckle, and raises Wilson into the Gorilla Press position, holding his lifeless body above his head, grinning for the crowd the entire time.
A grin that, unsurprisingly, is wiped from his face as Wilson wriggles free from his predicament and floats over Nick, ready to DDT him off the turnbuckles.
Except Allen stands strong, and Wilson is left holding Allen in a headlock, while his feet dangle aimlessly in the air.
CM: Bain's stepped into the ring, what's going to happen here?
Night: Something big, is my guessing.
Mr. Hundred Percent approaches the two men in the corner, and belly to back suplexes Wilson off the second turnbuckle to the mat, Wilson landing quite heavily on the back of his head. As Bain reaches his feet however, he turns just in time to see Drake belly-to-bellying Allen off his perch on the turnbuckle, straight into him.
All four men now lie motionless on the canvas, while Richard Kelly begins the ten count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Nothing
FOUR!!
FIVE!!
SIX!!
SEVEN!!
EIGHT!!
A glint of movement from Allen
NINE!!
Allen drops an arm across Wilson's chest...
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!
JH: No Way! how did Wilson get himself out of that one?
CM: I don't know, but that's why this guy's the champ, and other people aren't.
Night: Do you want a slap, Martin?
Three of the contestants have made it back to their feet, except Allen, who rolls to the outside to regain some composure. Unfortunately, this leaves Jay in the ring on his own, something he is painfully aware of as he recieves a barrage of punches from the other team. He drops to the floor, although luckily Wilson and Drake are far to busy arguing over who the legal man is.
A short confrontation with Richard Kelly quickly verifies that Wilson, is in fact, the legal man, and that Drake must return to the apron, which he does, stamping on Bain on his way. Bain returns to his feet, guided by Wilson gripping his hair. Wilson kicks Bain in the stomach, and signals to the crowd that that's it.
CL: Here we go! Bain's about to get K'd T.F.O.!
And indeed, that was Shaun's plan. However, Nick Allen taking a handful of cornrows and delivering a clubbing blow to the side of his head made him think that possibly Drake might be better in the ring, after all, and goes for a tag.
But Love simply drops from the apron, and begins walking slowly back to the entrance ramp!
Night: Ha ha, that loser's on his own now! Shows what happens when you can't control your ego. Love's not stupid, he knows that Shaun only wanted him in that ring 'cuz he didn't fancy another clobberin' off Allen!
Insensed, Wilson hangs over the ropes, screaming at the deserter, who just stands at the top of the ramp, laughing.
Wilson is so angry, in fact, that he doesn't realise Allen is standing behind him until the giant taps him on the shoulder.
As he spins, Allen hoists him back into the press slam position as Bain takes a perch on the top rope.
The two lock eyes with each other, and on a mutual count of three, Bain leaps from the corner, Allen drops Wilson, and Bain drives Shaun's head into the canvas face first, Shaun between his spread legs.
Night: Boom! That shit was impressive!
CL: I hate to agree with you, but yes, it was!
CM: Bain hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, Nick Allen and Jay Bain!
Drake finds what has just happened hilarious, and has no qualms in showing this as he makes his way backstage, laughing at his fallen comrade.
Back in the ring, Nick and Jay are stood on opposite turnbuckles, miming the famous 'gold round my waist' mime, and egging the crowd on, as they soak in a fantastic atmosphere. Meanwhile, a team of FIW staff arrive to assist the broken champion backstage.
Suddenly, the camera pans away from the ring as a tall figure races down the aisle toward the ring, clutching a field hockey stick with both hands.
JH: "Who's this coming toward the ring?"
CM: "I have no idea, but she looks hot in that school girl outfit!"
CL: "Uh, hate to burst your bubble, Chip, but I think that's.. Ash Koopa?"
The camera follows the individual as it slows down at the bottom of the aisle, whilst Shaun climbs onto the apron to argue with Richard Kelly over the final decision. Wearing red knee-high socks, a black mini skirt and a very tight white blouse, which has been rolled up to emphasise on the chest, with a small black-and-yellow tie is Ash Koopa. Wielding the hockey stick in his hands, Ash stares at Drake Love and the two men slowly move in opposite directions, with Drake headed for the backstage area and Ash closer to the ring. With the crowd making various sounds of confusion, Ash carefully stalks Shaun as he continues to argue with the referee, whilst clutching the Flycore belt to his chest.
CM: "Why would Ash play on my emotions like that?"
JH: "More importantly, why is Ash dressed like that and what is he doing out here with that big stick in his hands?"
Reluctant to argue any more, Shaun climbs down from the turnbuckle and turns around to make his exit, only for Ash to catch him off-guard and jab the curved-tip of the stick into Shaun's mid-section, knocking him to his knees. As Shaun clutches at his mid-section, Ash slowly saunters around and admires the intrigued crowd, then raises stick above his head and brings it down across Shaun's back, causing him to cry out in pain, before slumping forward onto the mats.
CL: "Good grief, what a couple of shots that was! Ash Koopa just laid into the Flycore Champion with a couple of stiff shots from a hockey stick!"
CM: "Not exactly the best way to celebrate a victory, but whatever floats his boat, I guess. Personally, I'd have gone for a few glasses of sake and some high quality stripper entertainment.."
JH: "I'm sure Shaun would quite happily pick that instead of that little beating. We saw a video of Ash earlier and I'm guessing this is how he wants to start his new year, by getting into Shaun Wilson's head."
CL: "Not a bad place to start, I suppose.."
With Shaun laid out, Ash places his foot on Shaun's back and raises the hockey stick above his head with both hands, then begins laughing to himself as the Japanese crowd refuse to respond to the treacherous attack. Clearly happy with himself, Ash lowers the stick and points it at Richard Kelly, then turns and heads toward the back, making his exit.
Sexy guitars blast attitudinal rock with bassy power while the entire arena is lit up by a rage of multi-colored strobe lights.
MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!
The Great White Hype bursts through the chain-link gate and throws his hands high above his head much to the displeasure of everyone in attendance, minus maybe a few true backyard marks. While still on stage, Adam starts to jam along with his theme music on his air-guitar, complete with pelvic thrusts and a power stance. Adam then stage dives over the steps and lands in the aisle in another power stance. The Hype rocks out mad air-chords, passing the head of his air-guitar over the crowd as though it were the barrel of a machine gun while rapid-fire pyros spark in the background ala Batista.
MA: Making his way to the ring, standing five feet, ten inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds... hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada... he is the self-proclaimed Vanilla Thrilla... the Man who Can... and a Hardcore Legend in the Making... ADAM THE GREEEEAT WHIIIITE HYYYYYYYYYYPE WIIIIIIILSOOOOOON!
With the smoke settling, The Hype starts to strut down the aisle, blowing off jeering fans left and right. A quick dash and he slides into the ring and, as soon as he's to his feet, immediately throws his hands up victoriously again while parading himself about. Adam then climbs a turnbuckle so that he may stand atop it and bask further in his "adoration". Satisfied, The Hype bounds backward into the ring and makes his way slowly to his respective corner.
The lights dim just enough as the music of "Bleed it out" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. The camera focuses on the Tron viewing the bright golden lights that soon flash to a black griffin. Pulling out as the lyrics start out the Winged Feline comes from the back bouncing the music.
MA: And the opponent... hailing fro-
Barely even into her particulars, the soulful tone of Michael Anderson is harshly cut off when the Hype runs right through T-Bird with a DECAPITATING CLOTHESLINE while she's still on the stage! Earning jeers from the crowd, the Great White Hype pays them little mind as he goes to work on the prone form of T-Bird with ruthlessly thrown stomps. A desperate T-Bird does all she can to protect herself, but in the end absorbs more punishment than she's able to deflect.
CL: Now this... this is the Great White Hype I heard about! Ruthless... aggressive... and showing absolutely no mercy!
JH: Indeed... for the fanatics at home who only know Adam Wilson through FIW, you're seeing the inner Hype that caught our attention way back when Wilson was pitching for the minors so to speak.
CM: You wanna make baseball references, Hitch?! How about that grand slam of a clothesline?! FUCKIN' SICK!
And it only gets sicker... scooping T-Bird from the floor, Adam swoops her arm over his head and grabs a handful of tights. Up, over, and OUCH! A BACKBREAKING SNAP SUPLEX stiffens T-Birds body with electric pain. Arching her belly upward, T-Bird only bridges herself into a vulnerable position... because Adam drops the bottom out with an ELBOW DROP straight down onto the abdomen! Rolling about and grasping at her belly, T-Bird coughs and winces while suffering the all around effects of Adams blitz-like attack. With a hefty handful of T-Birds blond locks, the Hype drags her from the floor and forceably hauls her down the aisle. Talking a little smack first, Adam then IRISH WHIPS T-Bird straight into the unforgiving steel that lies beneath the ring apron. To add insult to injury, the Hype then belts out a series of SKIN REDDENING KNIFE EDGED CHOPS! They may hate the man, but the crowd loves the carnage! The WOO along as each chop leaves T-Birds chest looking redder and redder. Finally, Adam punctuates the punishment by BURRYING A KNEE INTO THE ABDOMEN! T-Bird doubles over as a bellowing grunt shoots out along with every last bit of air in her body. T-Bird claws at and clings to the ring apron to stay on her feet while the Hype rolls into the ring and measures himself off against his prey.
JH: The Great White Hype looking for something here...
CL: Yea, and judging by the looking his eye... it's not going to be good!
And it damn sure isn't! Rebounding off the ropes, Adam drops to his back a delivers one hell of a SICK BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK straight to T-Birds face! The Hellcat was only able to turn about and watch! No time to even think of defending herself! The Winged Feline drops dead weight on the floor and lays as Adam slides out of the ring and surveys the damage. From above, Referee Menendez shouts and demands for Adam to get in the ring under penalty of her calling the match... before it has even started!
JH: Referee Michelle Menendez admonishing Wilson now, telling him to get the match where it's suppose to be... in the ring!
CM: You actually understand all that Spanish gibberish she's spewing, Hitch? Besides, all she's really doing is trying to sway things in favor of T-Bird! You put the Hype in the ring and you pull him out of his element! Blatant favoritism if you ask me!
JH: Or how about human compassion... something I'd be certain you know little of, Chip.
CL: Or how about calling the match, guys? Yea... let's try that!
If you'd call this ruthless assault a match! Despite what most would call it, the assault does become officially a match after Adam humors Menendez and rolls T-Birds still lifeless form into the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Finally, the action's in the ring! T-Bird lays on her face as Adam blows her off and decides to parade himself about, much to the displeasure of the rabid capacity crowd of FIW fanatics. Climbing a turnbuckle, Adam points out toward a camera, beckons it close, and leans over to speak.
Hype: Watch me... watch me close, Ninja! I'm going to show you who puts the FIGHT in FIGHTING SPIRIT!
After running his hands over his waist and pointing at the camera again, Adam bounds from the turnbuckle and B-lines for T-Bird, who's still yet to move! Hefting her up with another handful of hair, Adam aggressively shoves her back first into a corner and mounts the middle rope. Standing above T-Bird, Adam beckons another camera closer and as he pounds his fist into T-Bird skull, you can hear him yell out with each dotted blow...
Hype: F-S-C... GREAT-WHITE-HYPE... F-S-C... GREAT-WHITE-HYPE...
Twelve crowd counted shots later, Adam bounds away from the turnbuckles and after grabbing yet another handful of the Hellcats hair, WHIPLASHES the back of T-Birds head off the mat with a MAT SLAM! The Hype the mounts the Hellcat and starts slugging a measured fist straight into T-Birds pug, all the while, he shouts...
Hype: There's Ninja... there's Ninja... there's Ninja... there's Ninja!
CM: I don't get it... does the Hype think T-Bird's a ninja?!
JH: I doubt it, Chip. I've gotta believe that what the Hype is doing here is he's sending a very strong message to our Fighting Spirit Champion, Extreme Ninja!
CL: That and potentially putting a Hellcat on the shelf! Two birds with one stone, huh guys?
JH: As sick and demented as it is, my gut's telling me that that's the way it is, fellas.
From what Hitch's gut suspects to the action in the ring... still mounting T-Bird, the Hype casts away petty punches and opts to make more impact with straight HEADBUTTS! As each shot pounds T-Birds features unrecognizable, Adam shouts a single name...
Hype: Ninja! Ninja! Ninja!
This sick display of merciless aggression could go on forever if the Hype has his way, but it's Menendez' way that wins out in the end. She dashes in and pushes herself between Adam and T-Bird. Finally, Adam realizes why. Looking down on T-Bird, Adam can see that he's busted the Hellcat open with the constant shots to the head! Palming his own forehead, Adam finds that her blood stains his skin... and it makes the Hype laugh!
CL: This is fucked up! Just a few weeks ago T-Bird and the Hype were tag team partners!
JH: It's sad to admit, but this all just goes to show that you can never trust a snake like the Great White Hype!
CM: Snake nothing, Hitch! The man's doing what he's done from the word go, and that's fight a match his way! He told us all from the very start that each and every one of the Hellcats on this roster were on notice! So don't sit there and bitch and moan when the man makes good on his word! And as of tonight, as you pointed out yourself, you can bet your ass that Extreme Ninja and his FSC title reign are on notice too! I'm calling it right here and now... the Great White Hype is going to be a force to reckon with in 2008!
After parading about the ring again, Adam's shown as much patience as he's willing and shoves Menendez away from T-Bird. Hauling the dead-weight Hellcat from the mat, Adam tucks her head under his arm, extends his foot, and...
CM: THE HYPE HITS THE HYPE!
T-Bird lays motionless while Adam sits beside her post-DDT and sports the sickest of grins! Adam has a blood lust tonight to say the very least! He floats over T-Bird and makes a cover... a cover that Referee Menendez waves off and instead opts to call for the bell right away thus ending the match, and hopefully ending the assault!
DING! DING! DING!
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, Referee Menendez has called this contest and awards the win, via knockout, to ADAM THE GREAT WHIIITE HYYYYYYYYYYPE WIIIIIIILSOOOOOON!
As his theme bellows and wails out, the Hype himself sits up from his cover on T-Bird and looks a little stunned. Menendez informs Adam of his win and how it came about and then asks the Hype to simply leave... and Adam obliges?
CM: What the hell kind of call was that?!
JH: It was a compassionate call, Chip! Do you know what compassion is?! It's the stuff that Adam Wilson is quite obviously devoid of judging his performance tonight!
CM: Judge not less ye be judged, Hitch! You can sit here and spew all you want about compassion, but the bottom line is tonight the Great White Hype got the job done! Former tag team partner or not, Adam showed that he's not letting anyone get in his way... and right now that way is one way... straight at the FSC Champion, Extreme Ninja! And my advice for the bleeding hearts out there is if you can't handle the competition, you're best suited to seek your fame and fortune elsewhere!
JH: What you call competition, Chip, is what I call blatant thuggery! If this was a fair spirited competition, Adam would have waited for T-Bord to get into the ring, he would have abided by the rules, and he would have-HEY WAIT A MINUTE!
Just as everyone thought the Hype was long gone, he slips back into the ring a steel chair AND a Singapore cane in hand! Menendez first pleads with Adam and then demands that he drop his weapons. Adams response... to drop the cane but reel back with the chair and make like he's going to strike Menendez down! Menendez flees from the ring and can only watch along with the thousands in attendance as Adam stalks about the ring with that chair.. that weapon in his hands. Then, and again, to the horror of all baring witness, Adam opens the chair just enough to slip it around T-Birds right arm. The Hype the scoops his cane from the mat and stalks about the ring again. Several officials try as they might to stop the Hype, but his threats and motions keep them all at bay.
JH: C'mon, Hype! You won the damn match... what more do you possibly need to accomplish tonight!
CM: I said it once already, Hitch! The Hype's going to make good on his word!
The crowd rumbles with a terrified anticipation as Adam now stands above T-Bird who still lays clean out on the mat. Slowly raising the cane above his head, Adam grits his teeth into a very sinister grin and...
JH: For God's sake, she's a human being Hype!
CM: Correction... she's a Hellcat! And according to the Hype, therefore a subspecies of human beings! If I were every Hellcat in the locker room right now, I'd be damn sure to take notice!
CL: Let's not forget Extreme Ninja... I damn sure hope he's watching this too!
JH: Is the Great White Hype sincerely devoid of all that separates man from animal?! Is he truly going to-NO! NO! MY GOD, WHAT HAS HE DONE!?
I'll tell you what he's done! Mustering up all sorts of rage, frustration, and sheer, unbridled power, Adam The Great White Hype Wilson has HAMMERED the cane down on top of the chair and has CRUSHED... repeat, CRUSHED T-Birds arm inside the steel chair! The unimaginable pain is enough to more than arouse T-Bird from her unconscious state and now she kicks and flails about while screaming with shrill horror and pain! Adam reels back as though he's about to administer more brutal punishment when...
JH: Once is more then enough! Stop it, Hype! Stop! For the love of God, STOP!
CM: How's this any different from what you normally preach, Hitch?! It's all about proving who the best of the best is, and right now I'd say Adam Wilson is among the best!
CL: When you're talking about who the sickest of the sick are, I'd have to agree with you, Chip... but this... this is just heinous! This is-WAIT! EXTREME NINJA! EXTREME NINJA!
Extreme Ninja?! Indeed! The Fighting Spirit Champion dashes down the aisle, slides into the ring, and sends the Hype fleeing before he can bring the hammer down again! The crowd roars an ovation for the FSC who first tends to the sickly beaten T-Bird and then, as soon as she's well in the care of EMT's and FIW officials alike, Ninja leans far over the ropes and points at the Hype... who obviously shouts back! The two rivals exchange words (Ninja's being silent ones) as Adam backs up the ramp, cane still in hand.
JH: Thank God for Extreme Ninja!
CM: Fuck that! Ninja is doing what he always does and that's stick his nose where it doesn't belong! Well I for one am damn sick and tired of heroes! And mark my words, boys... if Ninja wants to play hero, he's going to reap what comes with the territory! And I'm telling you all right now, it's going to be compliments of my man, and the NEXT Fighting Spirit Champion... Adam The Great White Hype Wilson!
A somewhat familiar face in Shawni Tifftin walks the backstage area seemingly on a mission. Finally she seems to have caught up with her intended target tapping him on the shoulder. Around turns Liam Mortell slightly who looks her a little up and down not really sure who she is but not about to send her away either. Bad move on his part there.
Shawni: You're that British guy, right?
Liam fully turns around somewhat surprised by the sudden, blatant question.
Liam: "Yeah. Wh--"
Shawni: Good, then you're the gentlemen I need to help me find Roxie. Because as a gentlemen, you should help me find her.
That little "should" is spoken with a heightened sense of emphasis that really sets the tone. Shawni isn't expecting Liam to help her, she's practically demanding him to. But that right now doesn't seem to be Liam's problem of concern.
Liam: "Well, I apologize but I really don't know where she is. I don't keep tabs on the guys here so--"
Shawni: Because it's really important I see her.
Clearly, based upon that interruption alone, Shawni is still expecting help from Liam. Sure he might've pointed her in some direction earlier, but judging by the look on his face...yea, probably not going to happen.
Liam: "Look, I'm really--"
Shawni: I need to tell her that because she was acting all moody and blah last time I saw her, I couldn't give her my message. So it's important that you dig deep into your British gentlemen ways and help me out. Okay? So let's get going.
Shawni, ready to go, reaches out her arm to grab hold of Liam only to find that he's gone. Clearly a little upset with her assumptions and demands, he's left her all alone. Feeling the exact opposite of sheepish, Shawni storms off.
It's coming up
It's coming up
It's coming up
It's coming up
It's DARE
It's DARE[/align]
This quick introduction can only mean one things as Roxie Galanoochie takes to the stage. Forgoing the pleasantries of a dance, Roxie walks down the stairs and starts off towards the ring. Blue and white strobes enshrine her as she ignores all calls from the fans whether they be the verbal cat call or the extended hand for a hand slap. Such an unpleasant actions seems funny to her as she smiles.
It's coming up
It's coming up
It's coming up
It's DARE
It's DARE[/align]
This quick introduction can only mean one things as Roxie Galanoochie takes to the stage. Forgoing the pleasantries of a dance, Roxie walks down the stairs and starts off towards the ring. Blue and white strobes enshrine her as she ignores all calls from the fans whether they be the verbal cat call or the extended hand for a hand slap. Such an unpleasant actions seems funny to her as she smiles.
that's what you do it baby
Hold it down there
Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you were there yourself
work it out [/align]
MA: The following contest is a six-person intergender tag team match! Introducing first 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.
Hold it down there
Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you were there yourself
work it out [/align]
MA: The following contest is a six-person intergender tag team match! Introducing first 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.
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. Its 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. Its then that the music fades out and lights resume to normal velocity.
The super-funky ZZ Top-covered riff which, in the hands of Jun Kimura still sounds awesome, strikes up heralding the arrival of FIW's very own "Sharp Dressed Man" as the lights dim to allow spotlights to shine on the entrance cage, which as we speak is filling up with dry ice smoke.
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. Its 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. Its then that the music fades out and lights resume to normal velocity.
The super-funky ZZ Top-covered riff which, in the hands of Jun Kimura still sounds awesome, strikes up heralding the arrival of FIW's very own "Sharp Dressed Man" as the lights dim to allow spotlights to shine on the entrance cage, which as we speak is filling up with dry ice smoke.
Clean shirt, New shoes,
And I don't know where I am going to.
Silk suit, Black tie,
I don't need a reason why-y-y-y!
They come runnin' just as fast as they can...
'Cause Every Girl's Crazy Bout a Sharp Dressed Man![/align]
The chorus ends, with three blasts of pyro in time with those last three words, clearing the smoke away to reveal a young man wondering what kind of hell the CO[size0]2
And I don't know where I am going to.
Silk suit, Black tie,
I don't need a reason why-y-y-y!
They come runnin' just as fast as they can...
'Cause Every Girl's Crazy Bout a Sharp Dressed Man![/align]
The chorus ends, with three blasts of pyro in time with those last three words, clearing the smoke away to reveal a young man wondering what kind of hell the CO[size0]2
MA stands around more than a little confused as Blonde and Roxie converse in their corner. He should be introducing Mr. Blonde but Daisuke Tanakas supposed to be in this match too but how can he introduce him when hes not out here. Thats when the lights cut out for only a split second, back on before anyone can really react. So now they react to Mr. Crow standing at ringside and climbing into the ring.
MA: Uh and her partners at a combined weight of four-hundred and twenty pounds, Mr. Blonde and Daisuke Tanaka-- THE TAAANNNAAAKKKAA ZAAAIBAATTSSUUUU!!!
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 with her Hellcat Division Championship over her shoulder. She playfully flips her hair up before raising the championship with both hands above her head. She trots down the stairs, continuing to skip down towards the ring, grinning and holding the championship up proudly along the way.
MA: Their opponents, first making her way to the ring from Ohio, she is your HELLCAT DIVISION CHAMPION JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!!
Jaime ducks in under the bottom rope, flinging her hair back as she raises her head with a grin from ear to ear. She pops up to her feet and steps into the nearest turnbuckle, blowing a kiss to the fans in the front row and then leaping up to the middle turnbuckle. Once again she flings her hair back as she raises her head and shoots an arm up into the air with the Hellcat Division Championship held in her grasp. Ending the photo op, she jumps back down to the canvas and skips across to the other side of the ring, once again raising the championship up into the air. Her smile fades slightly as she passes her championship off to the referee and backs into her turnbuckle, ready to get serious for the upcoming contest.
Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesnt 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.
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 *****s
The champ is here[/align]
The Champ is Here starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads Got some bling baby! Then proceeds to undo his robe to reveal the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship is resting around his waist.
MA: Her partner from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds He is the Fighting Spirit Champion-- EEXTTTRRREEMMME NNNIIIINNNJJAAA!!! NUMBER TTWWOOOO!!!
[/div]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 *****s
The champ is here[/align]
The Champ is Here starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads Got some bling baby! Then proceeds to undo his robe to reveal the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship is resting around his waist.
MA: Her partner from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds He is the Fighting Spirit Champion-- EEXTTTRRREEMMME NNNIIIINNNJJAAA!!! NUMBER TTWWOOOO!!!
Fuckin wit the champion
You already know
J-A-D-A
Kiss the game goodbye
You fuckin wit the champion
You already know
*****s 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 *****, I parallel park on a track
Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new
In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue
And I don't know you
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason
After I cash in there's really no justification
Of how I'm gone change tha game
So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame
Mother fucka, aha
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here[/align]
Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads Ninja & Jaime? Match of the Year! and Once again the champ!, and Ninja <3s Jaime! and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robes hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually pulls off his robe to get ready for the match ahead. Also managing to unhook the FSC from around his waist and holds it up briefly to a few more cheers before waiting for the referee to come take it.
Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesnt 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.
You already know
J-A-D-A
Kiss the game goodbye
You fuckin wit the champion
You already know
*****s 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 *****, I parallel park on a track
Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new
In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue
And I don't know you
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason
After I cash in there's really no justification
Of how I'm gone change tha game
So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame
Mother fucka, aha
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here[/align]
Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads Ninja & Jaime? Match of the Year! and Once again the champ!, and Ninja <3s Jaime! and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robes hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually pulls off his robe to get ready for the match ahead. Also managing to unhook the FSC from around his waist and holds it up briefly to a few more cheers before waiting for the referee to come take it.
Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesnt 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.
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 *****s
The champ is here[/align]
The Champ is Here starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads Got some bling baby! Then proceeds to undo his robe to reveal the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship is resting around his waist.
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 *****s
The champ is here[/align]
The Champ is Here starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads Got some bling baby! Then proceeds to undo his robe to reveal the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship is resting around his waist.
Fuckin wit the champion
You already know
J-A-D-A
Kiss the game goodbye
You fuckin wit the champion
You already know
*****s 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 *****, I parallel park on a track
Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new
In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue
And I don't know you
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason
After I cash in there's really no justification
Of how I'm gone change tha game
So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame
Mother fucka, aha
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here[/align]
Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads Ninja & Jaime? Match of the Year! and Once again the champ!, and Ninja <3s Jaime! and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robes hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually pulls off his robe to get ready for the match ahead. Also managing to unhook the FSC from around his waist and holds it up briefly to a few more cheers before waiting for the referee to come take it.
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 crowds reaction for her.
MA: Their partner, making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!!
Reaching the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope and immediately bounds to her feet. She rushes to the furthest turnbuckle, scaling it and raising her arms into the air to thousands of flashing bulbs. She drops back down to the mat, spinning around and rushing across the ring, up the opposite turnbuckle to another round of camera flashes. She eventually drops back down to the mat, turning to awaiting the start of the match.
The two sets of threes meet in their separate corners, a discussion happening within the Sexy Awesome Tecnicos corner while Roxie seems to have taken charge of the Zaibatsu, putting everything on hold for the time being as she watches who will be starting for the opposition. When Jaime is elected as the match-starter, Roxie elects herself after clearing it with the rest of the Zaibatsu and steps towards the center of the ring. Jaime shows no intimidation in stepping right up to her.
DING-DING!
JH: And were off! It looks like it will be the ladies starting things off here with us tonight.
CM: I wish theyd start off here with me.
CL: Only you could turn an anticipated match up into a desperate sexual plea, Chip.
The bell sounds and both women kick things off with a collar and elbow tie-up that Roxie immediately counters into a headlock on Jaime. Jaime fires forearm shots into Roxies midsection and pushes her off into the ropes. Roxie rebounds and takes Jaime down with a shoulder block. The Zaibatsu hellcat grins and talks some trash down to Jaime before running off the ropes again or would have if Jaime didnt grab her feet and drag her down to the canvas!
JH: Roxies momentum stopped rather abruptly with a simple trip-up.
CL: She shouldnt have been so smug and arrogant. Never gets you far unless youre me.
Jaime springs up to her feet right before Roxie, meeting her rival with an arm drag the minute she gets up. Roxie again scrambles to her feet, getting dropkicked back down by Jaime. Roxie grits her teeth and slams both hands into the mat, pushing herself up. She spins around and drops to her bottom, holding her hands out at the sight of Jaime with a raise right fist aimed right at her.
JH: Uh-oh. A little sense being shown by Roxie there, backing off from a rather brunt right hand that Jaime seemed intent on landing.
Mark Jackson is forced to restore order as Daisuke is nearly in the ring yelling orders at the ref on how he should be reprimanding Jaime for wrestling a match? Well, that has resulted in both Kennedy and Ninja having their own words to shout across the ring. In all the confusion, Roxie sees an opportunity and runs in, blasting Jaime upside the back of the head! Roxie drops to the canvas, beating down on Jaime with everything she has.
CL: And Roxie is right back in control. Thats tag team unity there.
JH: Daisuke purposed caused disorder to get the match back in Roxies favor. What a surprise.
CM: Youd think Jaime, Ninja and Kennedy wouldve expected that. Not fall for it. Its pretty much their own fault.
Roxie drags Jaime up by the arm, dragging the champion into a short-arm clothesline! Refusing to release her, Roxie drags Jaime up again and misses the second clothesline as Jaime ducks only to get a back-elbow to the face from Roxie! Roxie spins around, locks up Jaime head and gets a shot to the stomach from Jaime for her troubles! Jaime locks up Roxies head now, hooking up her leg as well and TOSSING HER OVER WITH A FISHERMANS SUPLEX!
JH: Beautiful fishermans suplex with a bridge. Jaimes got the cover!
You already know
J-A-D-A
Kiss the game goodbye
You fuckin wit the champion
You already know
*****s 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 *****, I parallel park on a track
Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new
In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue
And I don't know you
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason
After I cash in there's really no justification
Of how I'm gone change tha game
So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame
Mother fucka, aha
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here[/align]
Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads Ninja & Jaime? Match of the Year! and Once again the champ!, and Ninja <3s Jaime! and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robes hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually pulls off his robe to get ready for the match ahead. Also managing to unhook the FSC from around his waist and holds it up briefly to a few more cheers before waiting for the referee to come take it.
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 crowds reaction for her.
MA: Their partner, making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!!
Reaching the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope and immediately bounds to her feet. She rushes to the furthest turnbuckle, scaling it and raising her arms into the air to thousands of flashing bulbs. She drops back down to the mat, spinning around and rushing across the ring, up the opposite turnbuckle to another round of camera flashes. She eventually drops back down to the mat, turning to awaiting the start of the match.
The two sets of threes meet in their separate corners, a discussion happening within the Sexy Awesome Tecnicos corner while Roxie seems to have taken charge of the Zaibatsu, putting everything on hold for the time being as she watches who will be starting for the opposition. When Jaime is elected as the match-starter, Roxie elects herself after clearing it with the rest of the Zaibatsu and steps towards the center of the ring. Jaime shows no intimidation in stepping right up to her.
DING-DING!
JH: And were off! It looks like it will be the ladies starting things off here with us tonight.
CM: I wish theyd start off here with me.
CL: Only you could turn an anticipated match up into a desperate sexual plea, Chip.
The bell sounds and both women kick things off with a collar and elbow tie-up that Roxie immediately counters into a headlock on Jaime. Jaime fires forearm shots into Roxies midsection and pushes her off into the ropes. Roxie rebounds and takes Jaime down with a shoulder block. The Zaibatsu hellcat grins and talks some trash down to Jaime before running off the ropes again or would have if Jaime didnt grab her feet and drag her down to the canvas!
JH: Roxies momentum stopped rather abruptly with a simple trip-up.
CL: She shouldnt have been so smug and arrogant. Never gets you far unless youre me.
Jaime springs up to her feet right before Roxie, meeting her rival with an arm drag the minute she gets up. Roxie again scrambles to her feet, getting dropkicked back down by Jaime. Roxie grits her teeth and slams both hands into the mat, pushing herself up. She spins around and drops to her bottom, holding her hands out at the sight of Jaime with a raise right fist aimed right at her.
JH: Uh-oh. A little sense being shown by Roxie there, backing off from a rather brunt right hand that Jaime seemed intent on landing.
Mark Jackson is forced to restore order as Daisuke is nearly in the ring yelling orders at the ref on how he should be reprimanding Jaime for wrestling a match? Well, that has resulted in both Kennedy and Ninja having their own words to shout across the ring. In all the confusion, Roxie sees an opportunity and runs in, blasting Jaime upside the back of the head! Roxie drops to the canvas, beating down on Jaime with everything she has.
CL: And Roxie is right back in control. Thats tag team unity there.
JH: Daisuke purposed caused disorder to get the match back in Roxies favor. What a surprise.
CM: Youd think Jaime, Ninja and Kennedy wouldve expected that. Not fall for it. Its pretty much their own fault.
Roxie drags Jaime up by the arm, dragging the champion into a short-arm clothesline! Refusing to release her, Roxie drags Jaime up again and misses the second clothesline as Jaime ducks only to get a back-elbow to the face from Roxie! Roxie spins around, locks up Jaime head and gets a shot to the stomach from Jaime for her troubles! Jaime locks up Roxies head now, hooking up her leg as well and TOSSING HER OVER WITH A FISHERMANS SUPLEX!
JH: Beautiful fishermans suplex with a bridge. Jaimes got the cover!
ONE!
TWO!!
KICK-OUT BY ROXIE!!![/align]
Off her shoulders, Roxie rolls across the ring and tags in an anxious Mr. Crow into the match. So it looks like Jaime vs. Daisuke oopsie, no. Kennedy reaches over the ropes, tagging herself into the match. Jaime is forced to exit as Kennedy gladly enters and sizes up the man largely responsible for her loss in the Grand Prix tournament. Daisuke calls for Kennedy to bring it to him and she has no problem doing that, until Daisuke meets her oncoming attack with a low kick to the thigh! Another low kick nails Kennedy right in the ribs and opens her up for a palm strike that backs her up a step!
CL: Obviously Kennedy didnt scout Daisuke whatsoever before this match.
JH: She has been mentally distracted lately.
CM: Thats her own problem and you see it affecting her professionally here tonight.
The cocky ninja seems to be enjoying the fact that Kennedy cant even get near him without suffering. But that doesnt stop the three-time lady of the year from moving in again for another kick. No, Kennedy hops back just out of the way and dives forward, CLOTHESLINE DAISUKE DOWN TO THE CANVAS!
JH: She may be distracted but she wont repeatedly touch a hot stove!
CM: What the I know shes a woman but theres no stove in the ring!
Both hurry back to their feet and this time Kennedy drives a boot into Daisukes stomach. A low punting kick to his lowered face throws the Zaibatsu leader back into the turnbuckle! Kennedy rushes in with a clothesline but Daisuke spins out of the corner which allows Kennedy to leap to the top in one fluid motion AND FLY BACKWARDS ONTO DAISUKE WITH A MOONSAULT!
JH: A stunning moonsault! Shes got a cover!
TWO!!
KICK-OUT BY ROXIE!!![/align]
Off her shoulders, Roxie rolls across the ring and tags in an anxious Mr. Crow into the match. So it looks like Jaime vs. Daisuke oopsie, no. Kennedy reaches over the ropes, tagging herself into the match. Jaime is forced to exit as Kennedy gladly enters and sizes up the man largely responsible for her loss in the Grand Prix tournament. Daisuke calls for Kennedy to bring it to him and she has no problem doing that, until Daisuke meets her oncoming attack with a low kick to the thigh! Another low kick nails Kennedy right in the ribs and opens her up for a palm strike that backs her up a step!
CL: Obviously Kennedy didnt scout Daisuke whatsoever before this match.
JH: She has been mentally distracted lately.
CM: Thats her own problem and you see it affecting her professionally here tonight.
The cocky ninja seems to be enjoying the fact that Kennedy cant even get near him without suffering. But that doesnt stop the three-time lady of the year from moving in again for another kick. No, Kennedy hops back just out of the way and dives forward, CLOTHESLINE DAISUKE DOWN TO THE CANVAS!
JH: She may be distracted but she wont repeatedly touch a hot stove!
CM: What the I know shes a woman but theres no stove in the ring!
Both hurry back to their feet and this time Kennedy drives a boot into Daisukes stomach. A low punting kick to his lowered face throws the Zaibatsu leader back into the turnbuckle! Kennedy rushes in with a clothesline but Daisuke spins out of the corner which allows Kennedy to leap to the top in one fluid motion AND FLY BACKWARDS ONTO DAISUKE WITH A MOONSAULT!
JH: A stunning moonsault! Shes got a cover!
ONE!
TWO!!
KICK-OUT BY DAISUKE![/align]
With surprising speed, Daisuke is back to his feet before Kennedy, grabbing the surprised hellcat in a waistlock and THROWING HER ACROSS THE RING WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! He doesnt even take the time to let the crowd get all over him for it, he rushes in throwing a low dropkick into her face as she tries to sit up! Daisuke swivels up to one knee, promoting nothing but Ninja LUV~! that doesnt seem to be loved by the Extreme one.
CM: OUCH! Daisuke isnt holding back at all on Kennedy.
CL: Not that anyone thought he would even consider it.
Daisuke gets back to his feet, dragging Kennedy up in the process. He pops her with a palm strike that throws her head upright and allows him to NAIL A RIGHT FOOT (!) ROUNDHOUSE TO THE FACE! Or at least throw one, which Kennedy ducks at the last possible second! No sooner than Daisukes foot hits the mat does his surprised expression meet Kennedys right foot with a Roundhouse Kick of her own!
JH: OH MY GOD! Daisuke misses the Lightning High Kick and gets nailed with the JFK!
CM: Ha! Theres a roundhouse for ya, Tanaka.
Mr. Crow rolls to his corner, quickly making a tag to Mr. Blonde before glaring across the ring at the Premier Hellcat. Mr. Blonde hops into the ring and goes right at Kennedy, who levels him with a clothesline! Blonde pops back up to his feet, meeting another clothesline from Kennedy! Kennedy grabs Blondie and whips him across the ring, only for him to reverse it! Kennedy rebounds off the ropes only for Mr. Blonde to roll through her return, locking in a Boston Crab!
CM: Oh, well things arent so well for Kennedy now.
JH: Understatement. Mr. Blonde has got Kennedy in that Boston Crab with no where to go.
Kennedy grits her teeth, pushing up off the canvas and tucking her head to roll out onto her back! She uses her new position to boot Blonde in the face and then nip up onto his shoulders, throwing him across the ring with a hurracanrana! Kennedy somersaults into her corner, tagging Ninjas out-stretched hand!
JH: Impressive counter to the Boston Crab, right into a spectacular hurracanrana!
CL: And now Extreme Ninja #2 is in.
Blonde gets back to his feet just as Ninja springboards off the top rope, nailing Blonde in the face with a spinning heel kick! He leaps back to his feet, cracking Blondes ribs with a low right kick! He follows up by cracking his left side with a mirrored kick! Ninja raises his leg, cracking Blonde in the nose with a lightning fast kick that throws the Blondie bear backwards!
JH: Theres some fancy footwork for Daisuke to watch.
CM: Are you saying Daisuke cant do that just as good?
JH: Im not saying that at all.
The sounds of Jaime cheering happily draws the attention of Ninja and he spots the hellcat champion with his dry-erase board in her possession. Shes leaping up and down on the apron, holding the sign up for everyone to read: Ninja steps on him now~! If he wasnt wearing a mask, wed probably see Ninja smiling right now, but not for the reason all the drunk men are smiling at the sight of Jaime hopping up and down. Ninja allows Blonde to get back up to one night before running off the ropes, leaping up and STOMPING ON BLONDES QUIFF!
CM: This is pathetic! Im not one bit surprised Ninja can be controlled by a woman!
JH: Hes not being controlled! He and Jaime are having some fun.
CM: He wishes he and Jaime would have some fun!
Ninjas celebration is entirely short-lived when he turns to see Jaimes reaction, only for to fall down, bashing her face on the apron! Roxie stands over the hellcat, glaring down at her with a twisted grin on her face. She drags Jaime up, whipping her right into the audience barricade!
JH: Hey! Wait a minute! Someone get Roxie off her!
CL: Doesnt look like Roxie wants to wait patiently on the apron for a chance at Jaime.
CM: And the little Ninja boy that could isnt going to let that happen.
Ninja sprints across the ring, baseball sliding out to the ringside area and immediately trying to restrain Roxie. But Daisuke shows up out of nowhere, blasting Ninja right in the base of the skull! Its pandemonium at ringside with all four in a big mess of brawling all while Mr. Blonde is left laid out in the ring. Is he going to win by count-out?
ONE!
TWO!
JH: If Ninja doesnt get back in the ring, hes gonna lose this match for his team!
Oh yeah, Kennedy is no where to be found. Look up high to see her scaling the turnbuckle. Rather than focusing on putting away Mr. Blonde (probably because shes not the legal participant) Kennedy is actually facing her two partners and their brawling buddies.
THREE!
FOUR!
Kennedy leaps from the top rope CRASHING INTO DAISUKE, ROXIE, NINJA, AND JAIME WITH A HIGH CROSSBODY THAT TAKES EVERYONE DOWN AT RINGSIDE!
CM: She just took out her own teammates!
JH: Along with Roxie and Daisuke!
FIVE!
SIX!
Ninja makes his way out from the pile, making a b-line for Jaime only to have Kennedy stop him. She frantically points to the ring, pushing Ninja towards the apron. Reluctantly the Ninja rolls back into the ring, breaking Mark Jacksons count at six. Ninjas attention, however, is still on Jaime at ringside, allowing a somewhat recovered Mr. Blonde to sneak up behind, WRAPPING NINJA UP IN A CHOKE SLEEPER!
CM: What?! Kennedy just threw her own partner back into a choke sleeper! What was she thinking?
JH: I dont think Kennedy threw him into it!
Ninja waves his arms in a near comical fashion but theres nothing comical about being choked out! But thats not the worst part. Ever sneaky, Daisuke is back in the ring, BLASTING NINJA IN THE FACE WITH A RIGHT-FOOTED ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
JH: A lightning choke sleeper! Illegally done but thats gotta be it!
It would be it, if when Ninja was waving his arms around in a near comical fashion, he didnt make a quick tag to Kennedy who was leaning completely over the ropes to just reach him. Kennedy comes off the top rope, wrapping her legs around Daisukes neck and WHIPPING HIM RIGHT OUT OF THE RING WITH A HURRAKENNEDY!
JH: Another hurracanrana takes Daisuke right out of the ring!
CL: Best way to restore order is to rid Daisuke of the equation.
Mr. Blonde rushes Kennedy for the attack but she ducks, wrapping her arm around his neck in the process! She locks in a sleeper hold, leaping up onto his back and dragging him down the canvas with her weight! Mr. Blonde struggles and reaches out for the ropes but has no where to go. No Roxie or Daisuke in his corner leaves him with no hope and he pounds the canvas, signaling the tap out!
JH: The Wicked Lullaby from Kennedy and Mr. Blonde taps!
CL: Mr. Blonde had absolutely no where to go and no one to help him!
MA: Here is your winners the team of EXTREME NINJA #2, JAIME LEE and KKEEENNNNEEEEDDDYYYY!!!
Up Here hits the speakers after the bell sounds out, signifying the conclusion of the contest. Mark Jackson orders Kennedy to release Mr. Blonde, which she does after a couple more moments of torture on one of three involving in screwing her over in the Grand Prix. Kennedy tosses Blonde aside, allowing him to lay limp on the canvas as she gets to her feet, having her hand raised in celebration.
JH: That just goes to show, whether shes got her mind straight or not shes still someone to watch out for in that ring.
CL: She got her revenge here tonight against the Zaibatsu but wait a minute! Roxie and Jaime arent giving up yet!
Mark Jacksons attention is drawn away immediately as he spots Roxie and Jaime once again going at it outside the ring. The hellcats are throwing everything they have at one another, trying to rip each other to shreds with only Mark Jackson to keep them apart. Kennedy makes a move to leave the ring and break them up when someone from the crowd throws a rose to her. Wait thats not exactly a rose. And it didnt exactly come from the crowd.
JH: What is that? Is that a black rose?
CL: Its a dead rose.
CM: Who the hell would give Kennedy a dead rose? Thats no way to woo her!
Kennedy eyes the dead rose suspiciously in her hand as another one falls next to her. Another one, another one, another one Kennedys eyes go to the sky as hundreds of black roses rain down from the rafters, filling up the ring.
JH: What the hell is going on?
CL: Dead roses are reigning on FIWs Leading Lady here tonight.
JH: What could who could be behind this?
That is nothing for Jaime or Roxie to concern themselves with as she continue to ignore Mark Jacksons futile attempts to cease their activity. But Timmy gives it a try, ringing the bell repeatedly in useless attempts. Things are about to come to close though, as Daisuke sneaks up behind Jaime, ready to finish the hellcat off for Roxie. But Ninja drags him backwards by the shoulder, halting any attack planned for the champion.
JH: Ladies and gentleman its complete chaos here. Kennedy is being buried in dead roses, Jaime and Roxie are tearing each other apart and now Ninja is fighting off Daisuke!
CM: Fighting off? Hes just trying to keep Daisuke off Jaime.
Daisuke grows tired of battling against Ninja in hopes of getting to Jaime and produces a thin needle from this belt, going straight for Ninjas exposed throat! Ninja moves aside at the last second, the needle piercing his neck but missing the throat, thankfully. Mark Jackson, who has finally restrained Roxie and pulls her back, is forced to give up on the hellcats, finding the needle attack more pressing, pushing Daisuke away from Ninja and sternly warning him about the needle.
CM: Holy shit! Daisuke is trying to carve out Ninjas throat with that needle!
CL: Mark Jackson actually grew a pair and is ordering Daisuke to stay back.
Now free, Roxie goes straight for Jaime full force . INTO A BACK ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM JAIME! Roxies head snaps back and she falls onto her back, staring up dazed into the lights. She crawls away from Jaime, rubbing her jaw.
JH: Turn the Beat Around! Jaime just leveled Roxie!
CL: Thatll keep her off you.
???: JAIME! HEY JAIME!
The sound of her name being screamed in an excited fashion causes the hellcat to look around in confusion. Ninja and Daisuke are still in their stand-off with Mark Jackson demanding Daisuke put the needle away and back off or else. We dont know what else is but Jaime doesnt see what more she could add to this equation.
CM: Fans are getting desperate, huh? I guess everybody does love Jaime!
JH: Our fans are very vocal.
???: TURN AROUND!
Jaime does as is yelled excitedly, whipping around-- SMACK! A steel chair bashes Jaimes face in, knocking the hellcat down to the floor! Roxie stands over her rival with a steel chair now in her possession. Next we hear a high-pitched giggle that can only come from a woman or a fat sci-fi geek!
JH: OH MY GOD! A steel chair to Jaimes face from Roxie!
CM: Give the assist to our fans--
JH: Thats not a fan! Thats Smarty Smark!
CL: What is that fat fuck doing here? I thought he wasnt allowed to be in the arena tonight!
Smarty watches with a glee in his eyes the sight of Jaime Lee laid out at ringside, a ticket clutched in his hand. His nerdy laughter can be heard as he shuffles away from his seat, having seen everything he came to see tonight.
JH: Well Jaimes going to need MORE medical attention here tonight thanks to Smarty and Roxie.
CM: What about Ninja?! Is Daisuke still trying to cut his throat out?!
CL: And someones gotta clean up all these fucking roses.
CM: Not me!
A familiar phonetic acumen toned with an unapologetic smarm warms into our auditory canals; the screen blanketed to further connect our senses to the soundbytes.
Moments.
People, actions and consequences melting together.
The non-linear extraction.
A flame alights, first bursting and then retracting as the miniature explosion provides a glimpse of the hands cupping a match and cigarette together. The match disintegrates into darkness and the orange halo begins to gesture, illuminating chance parts of the screen.
Moments are so often described as fleeting. What this describes, and more accurately infers, are glimpses or dream-like shapes that, at some stage, meant something of relative significance but are then softly obscured over time until they are irrelevant.
As these moments turn to memories some look back like looking through a window into some elses yard; either pitying or envying what they once had.
But what if these moments could be dictated? What if what you envy or pity is really a lie.
The speaker pauses, his vacant lips now wrapped around the glow of his cigarette.
Is there a pattern to the rise and fall of champions and challengers? Is it purely autonomous or could there be something more sinister, at work?
The glowing aureole of heat rises and falls, exposing more glimpses of the black canvas.
And where is the battle of destiny hardest fought? In the well defined boundaries of the ring? Or the more blurred lines of the-
The burning circle rises up, exposing the temple of this audible perpetrator and the finger that waggles against it.
human psyche?
The glowing embers rest remaining suspended in mid air as we hear the clapping of heel and toe.
Or maybe.
Just maybe. None of this matters.
The room flashes with brilliant light stressing the iris and producing prismatic images on the screen, blocking whatever image might be there until our pupils can adjust. As the screen refocuses one can see a well built man dressed in stylish tan cargos and viridian leather jacket with a decent amount of accessories dangling from his neck and wrist. A titled dome of chocolate and hazelnut marbled hair blocks whatever facial characteristics might give away the identify of this familiar stranger.
I mean, were just in the business of wrestling-
As the head leans backward his features begin to unravel. First the forehead, then the eyebrows, those familiar piercing blue eyes and a nose that seamlessly leads us to that alluring trademark smirk.
right?
Fade.
JH: THE MAJESTY COLE SUMMONS!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! The Great Deceit is back after four years!
CM: Pfft! From now on he's 'The Great Jacket'. One of TNT's best dressed sons! Why dont I have that jacket in my wardrobe! Viridiaaaan!!!!
JH: Do you have any idea what this means?!
CL: Hey, Chip n' Dale! Be cool! Watch as you get learned on jaded and cynical 101. It's called 'not giving giving a rats clackers'.
CM: I gotta get the number of his hairdresser. Damn, man. If I wasnt straight.
CL: How is it I'm yet to go 'house of a thousand corpses' on your ass. Honestly. If I wasn't saving myself for Hugh Jackman I'd fist ravish your eye socket.
JH: The next match in tonights lineup is a solid wood table match and is being billed as a special challenge match.
CL: Are you telling me that we might have the opportunity of seeing more blood tonight?
CM: As long as they stay out of my zone we will be alright.
As Chip says this he hovers his hands over the announce desk marking his zone. Down at the ring there are ring crew members setting up a couple tables at ring side as Michael Anderson climbs up the ring steps and prepare to announce the opening to this bout.
The guitars of Alive And Kicking blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage
MA: Introducing first and weighing in this evening at 268 pounds. He hails from Leamington Spa, England EEELLLLLLLLRRRRRRRIIIICCCKKKKKKK!!!!
TWO!!
KICK-OUT BY DAISUKE![/align]
With surprising speed, Daisuke is back to his feet before Kennedy, grabbing the surprised hellcat in a waistlock and THROWING HER ACROSS THE RING WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! He doesnt even take the time to let the crowd get all over him for it, he rushes in throwing a low dropkick into her face as she tries to sit up! Daisuke swivels up to one knee, promoting nothing but Ninja LUV~! that doesnt seem to be loved by the Extreme one.
CM: OUCH! Daisuke isnt holding back at all on Kennedy.
CL: Not that anyone thought he would even consider it.
Daisuke gets back to his feet, dragging Kennedy up in the process. He pops her with a palm strike that throws her head upright and allows him to NAIL A RIGHT FOOT (!) ROUNDHOUSE TO THE FACE! Or at least throw one, which Kennedy ducks at the last possible second! No sooner than Daisukes foot hits the mat does his surprised expression meet Kennedys right foot with a Roundhouse Kick of her own!
JH: OH MY GOD! Daisuke misses the Lightning High Kick and gets nailed with the JFK!
CM: Ha! Theres a roundhouse for ya, Tanaka.
Mr. Crow rolls to his corner, quickly making a tag to Mr. Blonde before glaring across the ring at the Premier Hellcat. Mr. Blonde hops into the ring and goes right at Kennedy, who levels him with a clothesline! Blonde pops back up to his feet, meeting another clothesline from Kennedy! Kennedy grabs Blondie and whips him across the ring, only for him to reverse it! Kennedy rebounds off the ropes only for Mr. Blonde to roll through her return, locking in a Boston Crab!
CM: Oh, well things arent so well for Kennedy now.
JH: Understatement. Mr. Blonde has got Kennedy in that Boston Crab with no where to go.
Kennedy grits her teeth, pushing up off the canvas and tucking her head to roll out onto her back! She uses her new position to boot Blonde in the face and then nip up onto his shoulders, throwing him across the ring with a hurracanrana! Kennedy somersaults into her corner, tagging Ninjas out-stretched hand!
JH: Impressive counter to the Boston Crab, right into a spectacular hurracanrana!
CL: And now Extreme Ninja #2 is in.
Blonde gets back to his feet just as Ninja springboards off the top rope, nailing Blonde in the face with a spinning heel kick! He leaps back to his feet, cracking Blondes ribs with a low right kick! He follows up by cracking his left side with a mirrored kick! Ninja raises his leg, cracking Blonde in the nose with a lightning fast kick that throws the Blondie bear backwards!
JH: Theres some fancy footwork for Daisuke to watch.
CM: Are you saying Daisuke cant do that just as good?
JH: Im not saying that at all.
The sounds of Jaime cheering happily draws the attention of Ninja and he spots the hellcat champion with his dry-erase board in her possession. Shes leaping up and down on the apron, holding the sign up for everyone to read: Ninja steps on him now~! If he wasnt wearing a mask, wed probably see Ninja smiling right now, but not for the reason all the drunk men are smiling at the sight of Jaime hopping up and down. Ninja allows Blonde to get back up to one night before running off the ropes, leaping up and STOMPING ON BLONDES QUIFF!
CM: This is pathetic! Im not one bit surprised Ninja can be controlled by a woman!
JH: Hes not being controlled! He and Jaime are having some fun.
CM: He wishes he and Jaime would have some fun!
Ninjas celebration is entirely short-lived when he turns to see Jaimes reaction, only for to fall down, bashing her face on the apron! Roxie stands over the hellcat, glaring down at her with a twisted grin on her face. She drags Jaime up, whipping her right into the audience barricade!
JH: Hey! Wait a minute! Someone get Roxie off her!
CL: Doesnt look like Roxie wants to wait patiently on the apron for a chance at Jaime.
CM: And the little Ninja boy that could isnt going to let that happen.
Ninja sprints across the ring, baseball sliding out to the ringside area and immediately trying to restrain Roxie. But Daisuke shows up out of nowhere, blasting Ninja right in the base of the skull! Its pandemonium at ringside with all four in a big mess of brawling all while Mr. Blonde is left laid out in the ring. Is he going to win by count-out?
ONE!
TWO!
JH: If Ninja doesnt get back in the ring, hes gonna lose this match for his team!
Oh yeah, Kennedy is no where to be found. Look up high to see her scaling the turnbuckle. Rather than focusing on putting away Mr. Blonde (probably because shes not the legal participant) Kennedy is actually facing her two partners and their brawling buddies.
THREE!
FOUR!
Kennedy leaps from the top rope CRASHING INTO DAISUKE, ROXIE, NINJA, AND JAIME WITH A HIGH CROSSBODY THAT TAKES EVERYONE DOWN AT RINGSIDE!
CM: She just took out her own teammates!
JH: Along with Roxie and Daisuke!
FIVE!
SIX!
Ninja makes his way out from the pile, making a b-line for Jaime only to have Kennedy stop him. She frantically points to the ring, pushing Ninja towards the apron. Reluctantly the Ninja rolls back into the ring, breaking Mark Jacksons count at six. Ninjas attention, however, is still on Jaime at ringside, allowing a somewhat recovered Mr. Blonde to sneak up behind, WRAPPING NINJA UP IN A CHOKE SLEEPER!
CM: What?! Kennedy just threw her own partner back into a choke sleeper! What was she thinking?
JH: I dont think Kennedy threw him into it!
Ninja waves his arms in a near comical fashion but theres nothing comical about being choked out! But thats not the worst part. Ever sneaky, Daisuke is back in the ring, BLASTING NINJA IN THE FACE WITH A RIGHT-FOOTED ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
JH: A lightning choke sleeper! Illegally done but thats gotta be it!
It would be it, if when Ninja was waving his arms around in a near comical fashion, he didnt make a quick tag to Kennedy who was leaning completely over the ropes to just reach him. Kennedy comes off the top rope, wrapping her legs around Daisukes neck and WHIPPING HIM RIGHT OUT OF THE RING WITH A HURRAKENNEDY!
JH: Another hurracanrana takes Daisuke right out of the ring!
CL: Best way to restore order is to rid Daisuke of the equation.
Mr. Blonde rushes Kennedy for the attack but she ducks, wrapping her arm around his neck in the process! She locks in a sleeper hold, leaping up onto his back and dragging him down the canvas with her weight! Mr. Blonde struggles and reaches out for the ropes but has no where to go. No Roxie or Daisuke in his corner leaves him with no hope and he pounds the canvas, signaling the tap out!
JH: The Wicked Lullaby from Kennedy and Mr. Blonde taps!
CL: Mr. Blonde had absolutely no where to go and no one to help him!
MA: Here is your winners the team of EXTREME NINJA #2, JAIME LEE and KKEEENNNNEEEEDDDYYYY!!!
Up Here hits the speakers after the bell sounds out, signifying the conclusion of the contest. Mark Jackson orders Kennedy to release Mr. Blonde, which she does after a couple more moments of torture on one of three involving in screwing her over in the Grand Prix. Kennedy tosses Blonde aside, allowing him to lay limp on the canvas as she gets to her feet, having her hand raised in celebration.
JH: That just goes to show, whether shes got her mind straight or not shes still someone to watch out for in that ring.
CL: She got her revenge here tonight against the Zaibatsu but wait a minute! Roxie and Jaime arent giving up yet!
Mark Jacksons attention is drawn away immediately as he spots Roxie and Jaime once again going at it outside the ring. The hellcats are throwing everything they have at one another, trying to rip each other to shreds with only Mark Jackson to keep them apart. Kennedy makes a move to leave the ring and break them up when someone from the crowd throws a rose to her. Wait thats not exactly a rose. And it didnt exactly come from the crowd.
JH: What is that? Is that a black rose?
CL: Its a dead rose.
CM: Who the hell would give Kennedy a dead rose? Thats no way to woo her!
Kennedy eyes the dead rose suspiciously in her hand as another one falls next to her. Another one, another one, another one Kennedys eyes go to the sky as hundreds of black roses rain down from the rafters, filling up the ring.
JH: What the hell is going on?
CL: Dead roses are reigning on FIWs Leading Lady here tonight.
JH: What could who could be behind this?
That is nothing for Jaime or Roxie to concern themselves with as she continue to ignore Mark Jacksons futile attempts to cease their activity. But Timmy gives it a try, ringing the bell repeatedly in useless attempts. Things are about to come to close though, as Daisuke sneaks up behind Jaime, ready to finish the hellcat off for Roxie. But Ninja drags him backwards by the shoulder, halting any attack planned for the champion.
JH: Ladies and gentleman its complete chaos here. Kennedy is being buried in dead roses, Jaime and Roxie are tearing each other apart and now Ninja is fighting off Daisuke!
CM: Fighting off? Hes just trying to keep Daisuke off Jaime.
Daisuke grows tired of battling against Ninja in hopes of getting to Jaime and produces a thin needle from this belt, going straight for Ninjas exposed throat! Ninja moves aside at the last second, the needle piercing his neck but missing the throat, thankfully. Mark Jackson, who has finally restrained Roxie and pulls her back, is forced to give up on the hellcats, finding the needle attack more pressing, pushing Daisuke away from Ninja and sternly warning him about the needle.
CM: Holy shit! Daisuke is trying to carve out Ninjas throat with that needle!
CL: Mark Jackson actually grew a pair and is ordering Daisuke to stay back.
Now free, Roxie goes straight for Jaime full force . INTO A BACK ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM JAIME! Roxies head snaps back and she falls onto her back, staring up dazed into the lights. She crawls away from Jaime, rubbing her jaw.
JH: Turn the Beat Around! Jaime just leveled Roxie!
CL: Thatll keep her off you.
???: JAIME! HEY JAIME!
The sound of her name being screamed in an excited fashion causes the hellcat to look around in confusion. Ninja and Daisuke are still in their stand-off with Mark Jackson demanding Daisuke put the needle away and back off or else. We dont know what else is but Jaime doesnt see what more she could add to this equation.
CM: Fans are getting desperate, huh? I guess everybody does love Jaime!
JH: Our fans are very vocal.
???: TURN AROUND!
Jaime does as is yelled excitedly, whipping around-- SMACK! A steel chair bashes Jaimes face in, knocking the hellcat down to the floor! Roxie stands over her rival with a steel chair now in her possession. Next we hear a high-pitched giggle that can only come from a woman or a fat sci-fi geek!
JH: OH MY GOD! A steel chair to Jaimes face from Roxie!
CM: Give the assist to our fans--
JH: Thats not a fan! Thats Smarty Smark!
CL: What is that fat fuck doing here? I thought he wasnt allowed to be in the arena tonight!
Smarty watches with a glee in his eyes the sight of Jaime Lee laid out at ringside, a ticket clutched in his hand. His nerdy laughter can be heard as he shuffles away from his seat, having seen everything he came to see tonight.
JH: Well Jaimes going to need MORE medical attention here tonight thanks to Smarty and Roxie.
CM: What about Ninja?! Is Daisuke still trying to cut his throat out?!
CL: And someones gotta clean up all these fucking roses.
CM: Not me!
A familiar phonetic acumen toned with an unapologetic smarm warms into our auditory canals; the screen blanketed to further connect our senses to the soundbytes.
Moments.
People, actions and consequences melting together.
The non-linear extraction.
A flame alights, first bursting and then retracting as the miniature explosion provides a glimpse of the hands cupping a match and cigarette together. The match disintegrates into darkness and the orange halo begins to gesture, illuminating chance parts of the screen.
Moments are so often described as fleeting. What this describes, and more accurately infers, are glimpses or dream-like shapes that, at some stage, meant something of relative significance but are then softly obscured over time until they are irrelevant.
As these moments turn to memories some look back like looking through a window into some elses yard; either pitying or envying what they once had.
But what if these moments could be dictated? What if what you envy or pity is really a lie.
The speaker pauses, his vacant lips now wrapped around the glow of his cigarette.
Is there a pattern to the rise and fall of champions and challengers? Is it purely autonomous or could there be something more sinister, at work?
The glowing aureole of heat rises and falls, exposing more glimpses of the black canvas.
And where is the battle of destiny hardest fought? In the well defined boundaries of the ring? Or the more blurred lines of the-
The burning circle rises up, exposing the temple of this audible perpetrator and the finger that waggles against it.
human psyche?
The glowing embers rest remaining suspended in mid air as we hear the clapping of heel and toe.
Or maybe.
Just maybe. None of this matters.
The room flashes with brilliant light stressing the iris and producing prismatic images on the screen, blocking whatever image might be there until our pupils can adjust. As the screen refocuses one can see a well built man dressed in stylish tan cargos and viridian leather jacket with a decent amount of accessories dangling from his neck and wrist. A titled dome of chocolate and hazelnut marbled hair blocks whatever facial characteristics might give away the identify of this familiar stranger.
I mean, were just in the business of wrestling-
As the head leans backward his features begin to unravel. First the forehead, then the eyebrows, those familiar piercing blue eyes and a nose that seamlessly leads us to that alluring trademark smirk.
right?
Fade.
JH: THE MAJESTY COLE SUMMONS!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! The Great Deceit is back after four years!
CM: Pfft! From now on he's 'The Great Jacket'. One of TNT's best dressed sons! Why dont I have that jacket in my wardrobe! Viridiaaaan!!!!
JH: Do you have any idea what this means?!
CL: Hey, Chip n' Dale! Be cool! Watch as you get learned on jaded and cynical 101. It's called 'not giving giving a rats clackers'.
CM: I gotta get the number of his hairdresser. Damn, man. If I wasnt straight.
CL: How is it I'm yet to go 'house of a thousand corpses' on your ass. Honestly. If I wasn't saving myself for Hugh Jackman I'd fist ravish your eye socket.
JH: The next match in tonights lineup is a solid wood table match and is being billed as a special challenge match.
CL: Are you telling me that we might have the opportunity of seeing more blood tonight?
CM: As long as they stay out of my zone we will be alright.
As Chip says this he hovers his hands over the announce desk marking his zone. Down at the ring there are ring crew members setting up a couple tables at ring side as Michael Anderson climbs up the ring steps and prepare to announce the opening to this bout.
The guitars of Alive And Kicking blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage
MA: Introducing first and weighing in this evening at 268 pounds. He hails from Leamington Spa, England EEELLLLLLLLRRRRRRRIIIICCCKKKKKKK!!!!
I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align]
The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to Alive And Kicking stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway.
JH: I think Elrick comes into this bout with a clear advantage from his Extreme Chaos days on Slam! as well as the many other violent matches hes been through in his career. I just dont know why anyone would want to put their body through so much punishment!
CL Its survival of the sickest, Hitchen. And I have to say that Jim OBrien being the Monster of FIW is no stranger to this style.
[align=center]The opening keyboards of "Perfect Strangers" slice through the PA like a knife, immediately grabbing the F.I.W. crowd's attention. And with two chimes of the cymbals, the heavy guitars kick in, goring the fan's eardrums like a rhino. The fans then rise to their feet as Bruce Dickinson's vocals screech over the PA as Jim O'Brien makes his way to the stage from behind the curtain.
CAN YOU REMEMBER
REMEMBER MY NAME?
AS I FLOW THROUGH YOUR LIFE
MA: His opponent from Grants Lick, Kentucky and weighing in at 283 pounds HE IS .The Man in Black The Monster of FIW ..JIMMM OOOOOOBBBBRRRRIIIIIEEEENNNNNN!!!
O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards his opponent, then begins his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. O'Brien then reaches his destination, climbing to the ring apron & then over the top rope.
I AM THE ECHO OF YOUR PAST
He makes his way to the southeast turnbuckle, climbing the 2nd one, facing the crowd. Jim crosses his arms, shaking his head slowly. O'Brien gives a small smirk to the fans he faces, welcoming their positive energy towards him. After holding his pose for several infinite seconds, Jim hops off the 2nd turnbuckle, which signals the song and lights to cut. He stands firmly behind the turnbuckle he was once standing on, staring at his opponent with dead-aim. Jim then crosses his arms over his massive chest, showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face.[/align]
JH: Jim is such a monstrous man! I wouldnt be brave enough to stand toe to toe with him.
CM: You wouldnt even be brave enough to get in there if it were Jeff Noon in that ring.
JH: Id be brave enough.
CL: Are you saying you could take him?
CM: Book it!
Elrick turns to the crowd to say something and the Monster of FIW with his eyes still locked in on his opponent charges forward. He connects with a hard right hand that sends Elrick staggering forward into the ropes. With the contestants not giving Logan Black a chance to call for the opening bell first, he quickly calls for the bell after the action has already started.
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align]
The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to Alive And Kicking stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway.
JH: I think Elrick comes into this bout with a clear advantage from his Extreme Chaos days on Slam! as well as the many other violent matches hes been through in his career. I just dont know why anyone would want to put their body through so much punishment!
CL Its survival of the sickest, Hitchen. And I have to say that Jim OBrien being the Monster of FIW is no stranger to this style.
[align=center]The opening keyboards of "Perfect Strangers" slice through the PA like a knife, immediately grabbing the F.I.W. crowd's attention. And with two chimes of the cymbals, the heavy guitars kick in, goring the fan's eardrums like a rhino. The fans then rise to their feet as Bruce Dickinson's vocals screech over the PA as Jim O'Brien makes his way to the stage from behind the curtain.
CAN YOU REMEMBER
REMEMBER MY NAME?
AS I FLOW THROUGH YOUR LIFE
MA: His opponent from Grants Lick, Kentucky and weighing in at 283 pounds HE IS .The Man in Black The Monster of FIW ..JIMMM OOOOOOBBBBRRRRIIIIIEEEENNNNNN!!!
O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards his opponent, then begins his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. O'Brien then reaches his destination, climbing to the ring apron & then over the top rope.
I AM THE ECHO OF YOUR PAST
He makes his way to the southeast turnbuckle, climbing the 2nd one, facing the crowd. Jim crosses his arms, shaking his head slowly. O'Brien gives a small smirk to the fans he faces, welcoming their positive energy towards him. After holding his pose for several infinite seconds, Jim hops off the 2nd turnbuckle, which signals the song and lights to cut. He stands firmly behind the turnbuckle he was once standing on, staring at his opponent with dead-aim. Jim then crosses his arms over his massive chest, showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face.[/align]
JH: Jim is such a monstrous man! I wouldnt be brave enough to stand toe to toe with him.
CM: You wouldnt even be brave enough to get in there if it were Jeff Noon in that ring.
JH: Id be brave enough.
CL: Are you saying you could take him?
CM: Book it!
Elrick turns to the crowd to say something and the Monster of FIW with his eyes still locked in on his opponent charges forward. He connects with a hard right hand that sends Elrick staggering forward into the ropes. With the contestants not giving Logan Black a chance to call for the opening bell first, he quickly calls for the bell after the action has already started.
DING
DING[/align]
Elrick bounces off and turns into Jim only to be on the receiving end of a huge big boot that sends him over and to the outside of the ring. OBrien flings his leg over the top rope and climbs over onto the apron after Elrick who is holding his face and recovering from the bump he just took. He drops down to the arena floor and stalks after Elrick who is pulling himself up on the ring barrier. Jim lumbers over to him and grabs him by the hair before scooping him up and heading for one of the tables set up at ringside. As he approaches the table he slams Elrick down on the hard surface and it does not even come close to giving way. On the other hand Elricks body arches awkwardly as his spine collides with the edge of the table. He slides off toward the floor as Jim turns his attention behind him and around the corner near the announce table. As he nears round the announce table he points to it for a crowd response but instead the Japanese crowd is so quiet you could hear crickets chirp.
CM: NO NO NO .Stop him! Somebody stop him!
CL: Here let me help you, Jim!
As Chip stands up attempting to clear himself from the imposing danger, Constance stands up and swipes his arm across the table clearing some of the clutter. Jim moves in and grabs a monitor in either hand and throws him on the floor. This preparation allows precious time for Elrick to recover and pull himself up with the help of the table he was just slammed. Logan Black lingers close by following the action as it proceeds to ensure he is there to catch the victory moment as it happens.
Elrick staggers away from the table and along the ring apron clutching his lower back as he makes his way to the ring post and round toward Jim who is still working on cleaning off the table for its apparent use to put his opponent through. As he rounds the ring post he picks up his speed toward Jim who doesnt appear to see him coming and continues to barrel forward. Though it is much to Elricks luck that Jim indeed spots him out of the corner of his eye and turns toward him. Then at a much greater speed than his opponent Jim explodes into Elrick with a huge charging lariat that nearly folds him in half.
JH: OH MY GOD WHAT A LARIAT BY JIM OBRIEN!
Almost as soon as Elrick crumples to the matted floor of the arena, Jim is pulling him back up to his feet and heading toward his initial target of the announce table. He pulls Elrick in by the hair and tucks his head between his legs. A quick pump of the fists and then he hoists his opponent up with a gut wrench positioning him with his legs over his shoulder for a power bomb. OBrien then proceeds to drop Elrick through the announce table as Chip Martin screams like a girl.
CM: MOOMMMMYYYYY!!
JH: *laughs*Did you just call for your mommy?
Though as Jim moves to throw Elrick through the table the tide is turned as his opponent shifts his weight forward and wraps an arm around Jims head. He manages to pull his legs off OBriens shoulders and drives the both of them through the table with a DDT.
JH: ELRICK REVERSES!
CL: I cant tell if they are bleeding.
Both men lay in the splintered heap at the feet of the announcers who continue to call the action despite the lack of an announce desk. Neither man moves much as Logan Black comes in to check on the two men and see if they are able to continue on. Hearing that both men want to continue, Logan begins to pull a couple of large pieces of the debris away from the competitors and continues keeping an eye on the match as Jim begins to push up to his knees.
Once on all fours Jim shakes his head to clear the cob webs and begins to crawl backward out of the wreckage. Elrick rolls over onto his stomach and pushes up with his arms and looks about groggily. He then pushes to his knees and crawls over to the ring curtain and lifts it up. The hardcore enthusiast digs under the rings for several minutes while Jim moves back to his feet climbing the ring steps with his hands until he is on his feet. From under the ring Elrick produces a steel chair and moves to his feet with the foreign object held up in a manner which would be intended for use.
JH: Elrick has a chair. What is he going to do here?
CL: Get punched in the face with it!
As Elrick charges in with the chair in front of his face and Jim who is on his feet side steps and launches a massive fist that connects squarely in the face of his opponent and causes him to drop the chair. Jim lets out a huge growl in pain but seems only to get more pumped up as he inflicts pain upon himself. Elrick staggers backwards and catches himself against the ring post but holds his nose that is now bloodied from being bashed with the chair.
Holding onto the ring post Elrick staggers round it and pulls himself into the ring and crawls to the opposite side to take a breather.
CM: Theres something you dont see too often, climbing INTO the ring for a breather.
Jim gathers one of the tables on the outside of the ring and hoists it up promptly over his head and hurls it over the top ropes and into the ring. He then grabs hold of the chair he just utilized to bash Elricks face and slides under the ropes toward his opponent with the chair still in firm grasp. Once inside he stands fully to his feet and swings the chair wildly at Elrick who back pedals around the ring scooting on his ass. This causes Jim to miss several times and also causes him to grow angrier and angrier with each swing. He makes it to the ropes and Jim swings yet again, this time Elrick rolls forward causing Jim to miss and hit the ropes. The chair bounces off the ropes and spins Jim out a little. Elrick jumps up grabbing his opponent from under the arms and around the neck and drops back down to his ass causing Jim to drive the chair into his own face. Jim bounces back up after the defensive modified stunner and staggers around the ring groggily shooting fists out at an Elrick that is not there.
The former Slam! ECC then moves quickly to grab the solid wood table and set it up on its legs in the center of the ring as Jim falls down to one knee trying to recover. Elrick then goes after Jim grabbing him by his tank top and pulls him up to his feet. He drags him across the ring to the center where the table is set up and hooks his arm over Jims neck and Jims over his. He then attempts to hoist the big man up but is unable to do so.
JH: Hes trying to suplex Jim through that table.
CM: Good luck, Jim is a mountain of a man.
JH: Jim is not much bigger than he Elrick.
Jim manages to block the suplex and drives a knee upward into his opponents ribs. Elrick attempts to shrug off the hard knee and tries to suplex Jim again. This only prompts another hard knee to the ribs with this one taking full effect. Jim then shifts the momentum and pulls Elrick up off his feet and holds him up in the air looking to go for a suplex. He then drops the former ECC down onto the table gut first but does not release. Instead he holds on and hoists him back into the air with his raw power. Jim then spins while holding him up in the air and then lowers him down to the canvas where he releases the suplex and then wraps his arms around Elricks midsection and takes a few steps forward. He then counts down to take off and shoots Elrick over his head with a huge release belly to belly suplex. Elrick soars through the air and bumps the table extremely hard but not hard enough as the table does not break.
CL: The blood is really streaming from Elricks nose. Good job, Jim!
JH: Belly to belly by Jim OBrien just not enough to put the finish on this match!
CM: No but I did hear the table splinter.
With the momentum of the throw Elrick slides off the table and Jim erupts with a huge growl all the while pumping his fists.
JH: Weve got a determined monster on our hands to night. I dont know how much more Elrick can take.
On the canvas Elrick holds his back and winces in pain as Jim moves in after him. Once over his opponent OBrien grabs him up by the hair and pummels his square in the nose with a hard right hand. Elrick shows some sort of fight firing back with a hard right of his own but it just seems to bounce off the man in black as he moves in toward his opponent at a rapid pace. Elrick puts on the back pedal and moves into the ropes. At the last moment he grabs hold of the top rope and drops pulling it down and causing Jim to spill over onto the ring apron. The monster manages to hold on and not allowing himself to hit the floor. He then begins to pull himself up on the ropes as Elrick composes himself inside the ring. Once composed Elrick moves after Jim who anticipates him and his punch and blocks it. He then grabs hold of Elrick and pulls him over the rope and onto the ring apron so that he is standing side by side the monstrous man. Elrick fires off with an elbow but it hardly affects Jim who fires off with an elbow of his own that nearly takes all the teeth out of his opponents mouth.
JH: OH MY GOD! I dont see how Elrick is still standing on that ring apron.
CL: He wont be for long!
Just as Constance says that, Jim grabs Elrick by the head and slams it off of the nearby ring post that is exposed. Jim then turns himself around on the ring apron so that he is facing the audience and runs a thumb across his throat.
JH: What is he going to do?
CM: Hopefully end Elricks pathetic career.
JH: It has been anything but pathetic.
Jim then scoops down from behind lifting Elrick onto his shoulders in a reverse firemens carry. He then turns his head to measure up his target, the solid wood table he had slammed Elrick on earlier.
JH: OH NOOO I cant watch!
Hitchen covers his eyes just as Jim jumps off the ring apron toward the direction of the table and Logan throws his arms up in the air in surprise of what Jim is doing to himself and his opponent.
CL: BURRRRNNNNING HHHAAAAAMMMMMMMERRRRRRR!!!
DING[/align]
Elrick bounces off and turns into Jim only to be on the receiving end of a huge big boot that sends him over and to the outside of the ring. OBrien flings his leg over the top rope and climbs over onto the apron after Elrick who is holding his face and recovering from the bump he just took. He drops down to the arena floor and stalks after Elrick who is pulling himself up on the ring barrier. Jim lumbers over to him and grabs him by the hair before scooping him up and heading for one of the tables set up at ringside. As he approaches the table he slams Elrick down on the hard surface and it does not even come close to giving way. On the other hand Elricks body arches awkwardly as his spine collides with the edge of the table. He slides off toward the floor as Jim turns his attention behind him and around the corner near the announce table. As he nears round the announce table he points to it for a crowd response but instead the Japanese crowd is so quiet you could hear crickets chirp.
CM: NO NO NO .Stop him! Somebody stop him!
CL: Here let me help you, Jim!
As Chip stands up attempting to clear himself from the imposing danger, Constance stands up and swipes his arm across the table clearing some of the clutter. Jim moves in and grabs a monitor in either hand and throws him on the floor. This preparation allows precious time for Elrick to recover and pull himself up with the help of the table he was just slammed. Logan Black lingers close by following the action as it proceeds to ensure he is there to catch the victory moment as it happens.
Elrick staggers away from the table and along the ring apron clutching his lower back as he makes his way to the ring post and round toward Jim who is still working on cleaning off the table for its apparent use to put his opponent through. As he rounds the ring post he picks up his speed toward Jim who doesnt appear to see him coming and continues to barrel forward. Though it is much to Elricks luck that Jim indeed spots him out of the corner of his eye and turns toward him. Then at a much greater speed than his opponent Jim explodes into Elrick with a huge charging lariat that nearly folds him in half.
JH: OH MY GOD WHAT A LARIAT BY JIM OBRIEN!
Almost as soon as Elrick crumples to the matted floor of the arena, Jim is pulling him back up to his feet and heading toward his initial target of the announce table. He pulls Elrick in by the hair and tucks his head between his legs. A quick pump of the fists and then he hoists his opponent up with a gut wrench positioning him with his legs over his shoulder for a power bomb. OBrien then proceeds to drop Elrick through the announce table as Chip Martin screams like a girl.
CM: MOOMMMMYYYYY!!
JH: *laughs*Did you just call for your mommy?
Though as Jim moves to throw Elrick through the table the tide is turned as his opponent shifts his weight forward and wraps an arm around Jims head. He manages to pull his legs off OBriens shoulders and drives the both of them through the table with a DDT.
JH: ELRICK REVERSES!
CL: I cant tell if they are bleeding.
Both men lay in the splintered heap at the feet of the announcers who continue to call the action despite the lack of an announce desk. Neither man moves much as Logan Black comes in to check on the two men and see if they are able to continue on. Hearing that both men want to continue, Logan begins to pull a couple of large pieces of the debris away from the competitors and continues keeping an eye on the match as Jim begins to push up to his knees.
Once on all fours Jim shakes his head to clear the cob webs and begins to crawl backward out of the wreckage. Elrick rolls over onto his stomach and pushes up with his arms and looks about groggily. He then pushes to his knees and crawls over to the ring curtain and lifts it up. The hardcore enthusiast digs under the rings for several minutes while Jim moves back to his feet climbing the ring steps with his hands until he is on his feet. From under the ring Elrick produces a steel chair and moves to his feet with the foreign object held up in a manner which would be intended for use.
JH: Elrick has a chair. What is he going to do here?
CL: Get punched in the face with it!
As Elrick charges in with the chair in front of his face and Jim who is on his feet side steps and launches a massive fist that connects squarely in the face of his opponent and causes him to drop the chair. Jim lets out a huge growl in pain but seems only to get more pumped up as he inflicts pain upon himself. Elrick staggers backwards and catches himself against the ring post but holds his nose that is now bloodied from being bashed with the chair.
Holding onto the ring post Elrick staggers round it and pulls himself into the ring and crawls to the opposite side to take a breather.
CM: Theres something you dont see too often, climbing INTO the ring for a breather.
Jim gathers one of the tables on the outside of the ring and hoists it up promptly over his head and hurls it over the top ropes and into the ring. He then grabs hold of the chair he just utilized to bash Elricks face and slides under the ropes toward his opponent with the chair still in firm grasp. Once inside he stands fully to his feet and swings the chair wildly at Elrick who back pedals around the ring scooting on his ass. This causes Jim to miss several times and also causes him to grow angrier and angrier with each swing. He makes it to the ropes and Jim swings yet again, this time Elrick rolls forward causing Jim to miss and hit the ropes. The chair bounces off the ropes and spins Jim out a little. Elrick jumps up grabbing his opponent from under the arms and around the neck and drops back down to his ass causing Jim to drive the chair into his own face. Jim bounces back up after the defensive modified stunner and staggers around the ring groggily shooting fists out at an Elrick that is not there.
The former Slam! ECC then moves quickly to grab the solid wood table and set it up on its legs in the center of the ring as Jim falls down to one knee trying to recover. Elrick then goes after Jim grabbing him by his tank top and pulls him up to his feet. He drags him across the ring to the center where the table is set up and hooks his arm over Jims neck and Jims over his. He then attempts to hoist the big man up but is unable to do so.
JH: Hes trying to suplex Jim through that table.
CM: Good luck, Jim is a mountain of a man.
JH: Jim is not much bigger than he Elrick.
Jim manages to block the suplex and drives a knee upward into his opponents ribs. Elrick attempts to shrug off the hard knee and tries to suplex Jim again. This only prompts another hard knee to the ribs with this one taking full effect. Jim then shifts the momentum and pulls Elrick up off his feet and holds him up in the air looking to go for a suplex. He then drops the former ECC down onto the table gut first but does not release. Instead he holds on and hoists him back into the air with his raw power. Jim then spins while holding him up in the air and then lowers him down to the canvas where he releases the suplex and then wraps his arms around Elricks midsection and takes a few steps forward. He then counts down to take off and shoots Elrick over his head with a huge release belly to belly suplex. Elrick soars through the air and bumps the table extremely hard but not hard enough as the table does not break.
CL: The blood is really streaming from Elricks nose. Good job, Jim!
JH: Belly to belly by Jim OBrien just not enough to put the finish on this match!
CM: No but I did hear the table splinter.
With the momentum of the throw Elrick slides off the table and Jim erupts with a huge growl all the while pumping his fists.
JH: Weve got a determined monster on our hands to night. I dont know how much more Elrick can take.
On the canvas Elrick holds his back and winces in pain as Jim moves in after him. Once over his opponent OBrien grabs him up by the hair and pummels his square in the nose with a hard right hand. Elrick shows some sort of fight firing back with a hard right of his own but it just seems to bounce off the man in black as he moves in toward his opponent at a rapid pace. Elrick puts on the back pedal and moves into the ropes. At the last moment he grabs hold of the top rope and drops pulling it down and causing Jim to spill over onto the ring apron. The monster manages to hold on and not allowing himself to hit the floor. He then begins to pull himself up on the ropes as Elrick composes himself inside the ring. Once composed Elrick moves after Jim who anticipates him and his punch and blocks it. He then grabs hold of Elrick and pulls him over the rope and onto the ring apron so that he is standing side by side the monstrous man. Elrick fires off with an elbow but it hardly affects Jim who fires off with an elbow of his own that nearly takes all the teeth out of his opponents mouth.
JH: OH MY GOD! I dont see how Elrick is still standing on that ring apron.
CL: He wont be for long!
Just as Constance says that, Jim grabs Elrick by the head and slams it off of the nearby ring post that is exposed. Jim then turns himself around on the ring apron so that he is facing the audience and runs a thumb across his throat.
JH: What is he going to do?
CM: Hopefully end Elricks pathetic career.
JH: It has been anything but pathetic.
Jim then scoops down from behind lifting Elrick onto his shoulders in a reverse firemens carry. He then turns his head to measure up his target, the solid wood table he had slammed Elrick on earlier.
JH: OH NOOO I cant watch!
Hitchen covers his eyes just as Jim jumps off the ring apron toward the direction of the table and Logan throws his arms up in the air in surprise of what Jim is doing to himself and his opponent.
CL: BURRRRNNNNING HHHAAAAAMMMMMMMERRRRRRR!!!
CRRRRAAAACCKKKKKK[/align]
DING
DING
DING[/align]
JH: What happened?
Hitchen questions this just as Logan Black calls for the bell and then promptly slides out of the ring to check on the participants of the match. From the wreckage on the floor, Jim raises his hand and a huge smile crosses his face as he knows hes scored the victory. Logan grabs hold of his hand and helps him up to a vertical base as Michael Anderson declares him the victory.
MA: Here is your winner .JIM OOOOOOOBBBRRIIIIIIIIEEENNNNNNN!!!!
Jim staggers over his opponent with his hand held high by the official and back facing the ramp. This is clearly not a good vantage point for him as suddenly from down the ramp appear the Tanaka Zaibatsu. Shaun Wilson and Mr. Blond are their first and club the victor of the match in the back with forearms sending him forward into the ring apron. It appears Jim has some fight left in him and tries to battle off his attackers but is soon overwhelmed as Roxie and Daisuke join in. Roxie is wielding a chair and drives it firmly into his mid section causing him to double over. Mr. Blond, Daisuke, and Shaun Wilson hold him back as she winds up to crack him over the head but to everyones surprise Elrick is back on his feet and grabs the chair from her hands.
JH: I cannot believe Elrick has fight left in him after what he just endured.
CM: The brain is still there but the cells have gone on vacation. Elrick probably doesnt even have the knowledge hes hurt.
Elrick swings for the fences but Roxie manages to duck out of the way just in the nick of time. Shaun Wilson breaks from the rest of his team and charges at Elrick tackling him to the ground and begins to pummel him about his face. Jim grabs Daisuke and Mr. Blond and cracks their heads together. What he is not prepared for is Roxie who has scooped the chair back up and winds it up over her head and drops it over his head with a massive thud. Daisuke and Mr. Blond then catch him as he staggers back and roll him into the ring.
Shaun grabs Elrick by the head pulling him back to a vertical base and drives viscious knee to his face followed by him wrapping his arm around his head and spiking him head first into an area of exposed floor just by the guard rail that busts him open even further.
JH: Why are the Tanaka Zaibatsu doing this?
CM: Its not like they didnt send out a warning. They spelled it out pretty clearly for Jim that this could happen in the future and the future is NOW!
Shaun and Roxie join the other two members of the Zaibatsu in the ring. Roxie brings the chair with and lays it out on the canvas and points to it. Daisuke shakes his head and picks the chair up handing it back to Roxie and then instructs Mr. Blond and Shaun to hoist Jim up. They do as instructed and are only able to get him to one knee as Daisuke bursts a large mist of black into his face and then points for Roxie to hold the chair over his face as he bounds back for the ropes. As he charges back he steps up onto an extended knee by Jim and delivers a shining wizard to the chair and into Jims face that sends him reeling backward and toppling to the mat. Upon closer inspection by the camera it reveals Jims head busted wide open and the blood begins to cover his hair and face.
JH: Somebody needs to put a stop to this.
CM: Who? Who is going to help, Jim OBrien?
Shaun cockily makes his way over to the battered and bloodied OBrien placing a foot on his face and poses to the crowd that hiss loudly at him. He is sure to pose for all sides of the crowd before stepping aside for his team members to have their turn. Mr. Blond is next as he crouches down and grabs Jim by the ears and pulls his head up like a hunter holding it kill by the antlers. He gives big grin before slamming Jims head back down to the canvas.
JH: This is sickening. Please put a stop to it!
CL: Bloody him some more first.
Tanaka then makes his way to the victim and stands upon his stomach and raises his hands high into the air as if to signify a victory for his team as the rest of the Tanaka Zaibatsu applaud their efforts.
Standing by the water cooler, Liam goes to take a quick drink following a stiff pre match work out when he feels yet another tap on his shoulder. With no time to fill the little paper cup, Liam turns around dropping his shoulders when he notices the not so impressed Shawni. With hands on her hips, Shawni glares upwards into Liam's eyes.
Liam: "Listen, you're--"
Liam doesn't get a chance to finish the statement as Shawni twists her hand up into his face showing him her palm. Shawni then turns around bringing her hand with her as she walks away still a little upset over the actions she unknowingly led herself to. Liam, now the one alone, looks at the back of her with a "the hell?" kind of expression. Finally, he just shrugs it off and turns back to the water cooler not really wanting to let it get to him.
JH: Things have heated up tonight in Sapporo! It is about to get even hotter with the main event up next!
CL: One could hope that extra heat is the Rejects roasting.
CM: I approve of violence against freaks, even if the other team isnt completely diamonds either.
JH: This very well could be the beginning of the end for the Rejects if one takes into account what the Boss seems to want out of this match.
CL: A notion Ill second, I want them gone and off of my monitor.
CM: If they took Grant and Liam, Prime with them I wouldnt shed a tear.
JH: Either way you slice it, a war is brewing in FIW folks and this could be the first shot.
CL: Is brewing? Its been brewing for a while now, Hitchen!
CM: Id be careful how much we say though guys, Jack might come over and rip our heads off if we are too harsh.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt and is set for one fall to a finish! It has been granted a thirty minute time limit and your official for this bout is senior referee, Tony Clarke!
DING
DING[/align]
JH: What happened?
Hitchen questions this just as Logan Black calls for the bell and then promptly slides out of the ring to check on the participants of the match. From the wreckage on the floor, Jim raises his hand and a huge smile crosses his face as he knows hes scored the victory. Logan grabs hold of his hand and helps him up to a vertical base as Michael Anderson declares him the victory.
MA: Here is your winner .JIM OOOOOOOBBBRRIIIIIIIIEEENNNNNNN!!!!
Jim staggers over his opponent with his hand held high by the official and back facing the ramp. This is clearly not a good vantage point for him as suddenly from down the ramp appear the Tanaka Zaibatsu. Shaun Wilson and Mr. Blond are their first and club the victor of the match in the back with forearms sending him forward into the ring apron. It appears Jim has some fight left in him and tries to battle off his attackers but is soon overwhelmed as Roxie and Daisuke join in. Roxie is wielding a chair and drives it firmly into his mid section causing him to double over. Mr. Blond, Daisuke, and Shaun Wilson hold him back as she winds up to crack him over the head but to everyones surprise Elrick is back on his feet and grabs the chair from her hands.
JH: I cannot believe Elrick has fight left in him after what he just endured.
CM: The brain is still there but the cells have gone on vacation. Elrick probably doesnt even have the knowledge hes hurt.
Elrick swings for the fences but Roxie manages to duck out of the way just in the nick of time. Shaun Wilson breaks from the rest of his team and charges at Elrick tackling him to the ground and begins to pummel him about his face. Jim grabs Daisuke and Mr. Blond and cracks their heads together. What he is not prepared for is Roxie who has scooped the chair back up and winds it up over her head and drops it over his head with a massive thud. Daisuke and Mr. Blond then catch him as he staggers back and roll him into the ring.
Shaun grabs Elrick by the head pulling him back to a vertical base and drives viscious knee to his face followed by him wrapping his arm around his head and spiking him head first into an area of exposed floor just by the guard rail that busts him open even further.
JH: Why are the Tanaka Zaibatsu doing this?
CM: Its not like they didnt send out a warning. They spelled it out pretty clearly for Jim that this could happen in the future and the future is NOW!
Shaun and Roxie join the other two members of the Zaibatsu in the ring. Roxie brings the chair with and lays it out on the canvas and points to it. Daisuke shakes his head and picks the chair up handing it back to Roxie and then instructs Mr. Blond and Shaun to hoist Jim up. They do as instructed and are only able to get him to one knee as Daisuke bursts a large mist of black into his face and then points for Roxie to hold the chair over his face as he bounds back for the ropes. As he charges back he steps up onto an extended knee by Jim and delivers a shining wizard to the chair and into Jims face that sends him reeling backward and toppling to the mat. Upon closer inspection by the camera it reveals Jims head busted wide open and the blood begins to cover his hair and face.
JH: Somebody needs to put a stop to this.
CM: Who? Who is going to help, Jim OBrien?
Shaun cockily makes his way over to the battered and bloodied OBrien placing a foot on his face and poses to the crowd that hiss loudly at him. He is sure to pose for all sides of the crowd before stepping aside for his team members to have their turn. Mr. Blond is next as he crouches down and grabs Jim by the ears and pulls his head up like a hunter holding it kill by the antlers. He gives big grin before slamming Jims head back down to the canvas.
JH: This is sickening. Please put a stop to it!
CL: Bloody him some more first.
Tanaka then makes his way to the victim and stands upon his stomach and raises his hands high into the air as if to signify a victory for his team as the rest of the Tanaka Zaibatsu applaud their efforts.
Standing by the water cooler, Liam goes to take a quick drink following a stiff pre match work out when he feels yet another tap on his shoulder. With no time to fill the little paper cup, Liam turns around dropping his shoulders when he notices the not so impressed Shawni. With hands on her hips, Shawni glares upwards into Liam's eyes.
Liam: "Listen, you're--"
Liam doesn't get a chance to finish the statement as Shawni twists her hand up into his face showing him her palm. Shawni then turns around bringing her hand with her as she walks away still a little upset over the actions she unknowingly led herself to. Liam, now the one alone, looks at the back of her with a "the hell?" kind of expression. Finally, he just shrugs it off and turns back to the water cooler not really wanting to let it get to him.
JH: Things have heated up tonight in Sapporo! It is about to get even hotter with the main event up next!
CL: One could hope that extra heat is the Rejects roasting.
CM: I approve of violence against freaks, even if the other team isnt completely diamonds either.
JH: This very well could be the beginning of the end for the Rejects if one takes into account what the Boss seems to want out of this match.
CL: A notion Ill second, I want them gone and off of my monitor.
CM: If they took Grant and Liam, Prime with them I wouldnt shed a tear.
JH: Either way you slice it, a war is brewing in FIW folks and this could be the first shot.
CL: Is brewing? Its been brewing for a while now, Hitchen!
CM: Id be careful how much we say though guys, Jack might come over and rip our heads off if we are too harsh.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt and is set for one fall to a finish! It has been granted a thirty minute time limit and your official for this bout is senior referee, Tony Clarke!
Without warning the lights cut out and plunge the arena into darkness, a few fans jeer and a few even scream. Static white noise fills the sound system and grows louder, and louder until it is nearing unbearable to human ears to withstand it. Gradually it morphs and changes, sounding more like a growl of some thing inhuman than mere white noise. It is then that the select few dark tinted blue lights shine and scan the arena slowly as if attempting to spot some one or some thing within the crowd.
This is the year where hope fails you
The test subjects run the experiments
And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate
But cohesive is possible if we strive
Theres no reason, theres no lesson
No time like the present, telling you right now
What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose
Except your soul
Who's with us?!
An explosion of flames erupts from the stage and along the path, and even the four turnbuckles are engulfed in it. The dark blue lights glide across the crowd and head towards a single point, they all come down onto the entrance stage at the same time.
I am the bad one,
Distant and cruel one,
I am the dream that,
Keeps you running down,
With distraction,
Violent reaction,
Scars of my actions,
Watch me running out,
Spurts of flames explode and grow amongst this burning inferno and then it happens, figures begin to appear and they are rising from beneath the stage! Five white hooded figures stand in a semi-circle, a massive masked man with red hair standing near the smallest. One of the two in the near holds in its hands handle bars of a wheel chair, where a man sits in it with a dark expression on his face. The flames and the blue lights dancing with each other, casting shades and shadows on all nine of them.
Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects
It is the largest of the hooded cloak figures that is the first to move, walking over to the one closest to the center with the wheel chair. Gently he takes the handle bars and moves Victor Daniels forward on the stage until they reach the stairs to the walk way. With ease the big man scoops up the wheel chair off of the ground and carries Daniels down the steps and then sets him back down afterwards. The other four and the massive masked man walk through the flames that lick at their clothes, looking like they are coming from the depths of Hell itself.
Yeah, I am the brains,
Some say insane,
Blood is the rain,
That's what life's about,
In the great wide,
Head split and tongue tied,
Watch the sun die,
When you're running out,
Younger fans remain in a hushed state and look on fearfully at the flames and the men walking through them while the older fans curse the group. Silently they maneuver through the flames and down the path way one at a time, and filter around ringside from there. The largest of the white cloaked figures leaves Daniels in the care of the red headed masked man and with a nod turns away from them. In unison the five cloaked men leap up, landing on the apron in a kneeled position on all sides of the ring.
Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects
Like wayward souls the blue lights mimic the cloaked ones, moving down the path way one by one until they stop in the center of the ring. Each of the white hooded cloaked figures steps into the ring just as another explosion of flames occurs from the turnbuckles. The two medium sized cloaked figures move towards the ropes, getting up on the middle one. While the larger one stands in the center of the ring with the one that was actually holding the wheel chair as the music blares through the arena.
Yeah I am the knuckle,
Bow down and buckle,
Hold your breath,
Your world is running down,
Live for the family,
Die with the family,
All is the family,
My gun is running out,
Once again in unison the right hand of each of them comes up to their hoods and pull them back altogether. That reveals the two balancing on the second rope as Hardcore Sex, Felix Arroyo and Steve Patterson. The two nearest the one in the center are none other than Crackerjack and Kiyoshi Nakahata, folding their arms over their chests. With the one in the very centers pure white void like eyes belonging to the self proclaimed Light of FIW, Onikage.
Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.
Felix and Steve both hop off their respected perches and fall into the center, all five of them standing in a row. They all stare out at the fans in attendance as they are jeered and the music attempts to be heard over the reaction of the fans. Each one of their white cloaks glows eerily within the dark lights and the flames surrounding them as they stand there like statues. Like a row of dominos they all bow their heads one by one and as they do the flames gradually die out and the blue lights fade in exchange for the normal lights.
The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects
The Devils Rejects
Finally the music dies out and leaves only the jeers to shower the Rejects in, that they all ignore sans Onikage. Who just smiles out at the fans, waving to them like he genuinely likes each and every one of them by some strange twist of fate. Eventually he stops and the faction huddles, talking amongst themselves for what waits ahead for them. Hardly paying attention at the moment to any thing that is going on around them, and their comrades at ringside.[/align]
CL: Here they are the whole fucking lot of them.
MA: Introducing team number one, they are accompanied to the ring by the Bulk and Victor Daniels, and their fellow Reject Onikage They are Crackerjack, Felix Arroyo, Kiyoshi Nakahata and Steve Patterson Felix Arroyo & Steve Patterson as Hardcore Sex are YOUR reigning Full Intensity Wrestling Tag Team Champions of the World and Kiyoshi Nakahata is YOUR reigning Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion THEY! ARE! THE! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEJEEEEEEEEEEEECTS~!!!
CM: They are bad men, their entrance scares me.
This is the year where hope fails you
The test subjects run the experiments
And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate
But cohesive is possible if we strive
Theres no reason, theres no lesson
No time like the present, telling you right now
What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose
Except your soul
Who's with us?!
An explosion of flames erupts from the stage and along the path, and even the four turnbuckles are engulfed in it. The dark blue lights glide across the crowd and head towards a single point, they all come down onto the entrance stage at the same time.
I am the bad one,
Distant and cruel one,
I am the dream that,
Keeps you running down,
With distraction,
Violent reaction,
Scars of my actions,
Watch me running out,
Spurts of flames explode and grow amongst this burning inferno and then it happens, figures begin to appear and they are rising from beneath the stage! Five white hooded figures stand in a semi-circle, a massive masked man with red hair standing near the smallest. One of the two in the near holds in its hands handle bars of a wheel chair, where a man sits in it with a dark expression on his face. The flames and the blue lights dancing with each other, casting shades and shadows on all nine of them.
Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects
It is the largest of the hooded cloak figures that is the first to move, walking over to the one closest to the center with the wheel chair. Gently he takes the handle bars and moves Victor Daniels forward on the stage until they reach the stairs to the walk way. With ease the big man scoops up the wheel chair off of the ground and carries Daniels down the steps and then sets him back down afterwards. The other four and the massive masked man walk through the flames that lick at their clothes, looking like they are coming from the depths of Hell itself.
Yeah, I am the brains,
Some say insane,
Blood is the rain,
That's what life's about,
In the great wide,
Head split and tongue tied,
Watch the sun die,
When you're running out,
Younger fans remain in a hushed state and look on fearfully at the flames and the men walking through them while the older fans curse the group. Silently they maneuver through the flames and down the path way one at a time, and filter around ringside from there. The largest of the white cloaked figures leaves Daniels in the care of the red headed masked man and with a nod turns away from them. In unison the five cloaked men leap up, landing on the apron in a kneeled position on all sides of the ring.
Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects
Like wayward souls the blue lights mimic the cloaked ones, moving down the path way one by one until they stop in the center of the ring. Each of the white hooded cloaked figures steps into the ring just as another explosion of flames occurs from the turnbuckles. The two medium sized cloaked figures move towards the ropes, getting up on the middle one. While the larger one stands in the center of the ring with the one that was actually holding the wheel chair as the music blares through the arena.
Yeah I am the knuckle,
Bow down and buckle,
Hold your breath,
Your world is running down,
Live for the family,
Die with the family,
All is the family,
My gun is running out,
Once again in unison the right hand of each of them comes up to their hoods and pull them back altogether. That reveals the two balancing on the second rope as Hardcore Sex, Felix Arroyo and Steve Patterson. The two nearest the one in the center are none other than Crackerjack and Kiyoshi Nakahata, folding their arms over their chests. With the one in the very centers pure white void like eyes belonging to the self proclaimed Light of FIW, Onikage.
Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.
Felix and Steve both hop off their respected perches and fall into the center, all five of them standing in a row. They all stare out at the fans in attendance as they are jeered and the music attempts to be heard over the reaction of the fans. Each one of their white cloaks glows eerily within the dark lights and the flames surrounding them as they stand there like statues. Like a row of dominos they all bow their heads one by one and as they do the flames gradually die out and the blue lights fade in exchange for the normal lights.
The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects
The Devils Rejects
Finally the music dies out and leaves only the jeers to shower the Rejects in, that they all ignore sans Onikage. Who just smiles out at the fans, waving to them like he genuinely likes each and every one of them by some strange twist of fate. Eventually he stops and the faction huddles, talking amongst themselves for what waits ahead for them. Hardly paying attention at the moment to any thing that is going on around them, and their comrades at ringside.[/align]
CL: Here they are the whole fucking lot of them.
MA: Introducing team number one, they are accompanied to the ring by the Bulk and Victor Daniels, and their fellow Reject Onikage They are Crackerjack, Felix Arroyo, Kiyoshi Nakahata and Steve Patterson Felix Arroyo & Steve Patterson as Hardcore Sex are YOUR reigning Full Intensity Wrestling Tag Team Champions of the World and Kiyoshi Nakahata is YOUR reigning Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion THEY! ARE! THE! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEJEEEEEEEEEEEECTS~!!!
CM: They are bad men, their entrance scares me.
Work it, Make It, Do It, Makes Us,
HARDER
BETTER
FASTER
STRONGER![/align]
The arena lights dim. Several different coloured disco/club-style lights project different shapes onto the members of the crowd. They weave their way around the eager wrestling fans, as two of the lights form a white spot at the entrance. From the back, Liam steps out into the spot, head down at his feet but his body facing towards the crowd. His loyal fans cheer wildly, his haters boo to their hearts content and those that are apathetic do what they do best. After a few moments Liam looks up and around at the crowd, with a beaming smile before heading down the steps and walking down the aisle towards the ring.
He slaps the hands of the fans that are close enough, even shaking a few of the more eager fans hands, before ascending the steps up to the apron. Liam turns towards the audience and gives an even larger smile, complete with a thumbs up, and then steps into the ring. He walks around for the ring quickly, surveying the canvas for any foreign objects, before running into one set of ropes, rebounding into the opposite set, then doing the same for the other two sets of ropes. He stops, as his music fades and the lights return to their normal state.
CM: Look! Look! Its our old guy!
MA: Introducing team number two, he is apart of it and HE! IS! LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRTELLLLLLLLLL~!!!
JH: Chip! Liam may be older in age than most on the roster but hes still a skilled competitor in his right and has proved that time, and time again!
HARDER
BETTER
FASTER
STRONGER![/align]
The arena lights dim. Several different coloured disco/club-style lights project different shapes onto the members of the crowd. They weave their way around the eager wrestling fans, as two of the lights form a white spot at the entrance. From the back, Liam steps out into the spot, head down at his feet but his body facing towards the crowd. His loyal fans cheer wildly, his haters boo to their hearts content and those that are apathetic do what they do best. After a few moments Liam looks up and around at the crowd, with a beaming smile before heading down the steps and walking down the aisle towards the ring.
He slaps the hands of the fans that are close enough, even shaking a few of the more eager fans hands, before ascending the steps up to the apron. Liam turns towards the audience and gives an even larger smile, complete with a thumbs up, and then steps into the ring. He walks around for the ring quickly, surveying the canvas for any foreign objects, before running into one set of ropes, rebounding into the opposite set, then doing the same for the other two sets of ropes. He stops, as his music fades and the lights return to their normal state.
CM: Look! Look! Its our old guy!
MA: Introducing team number two, he is apart of it and HE! IS! LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRTELLLLLLLLLL~!!!
JH: Chip! Liam may be older in age than most on the roster but hes still a skilled competitor in his right and has proved that time, and time again!
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: Here is a man that has a roller coaster of a last two weeks, he finally recaptures the tag championships and his leader returns. Only for him to nearly destroy Grants partner and retire him, and arguably cost the two men the championships they had just won back.
MA: Introducing another member of team number two he is YOUR reigning Full Intensity Wrestling Undisputed International Champion HE! IS! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNT RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCE~!!!
CL: He should be thanking his lucky stars Tier didnt do the same to him, Hitchen.
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 youve ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door. Your jaws will be on the floor. After this youll 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.
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: Here is a man that has a roller coaster of a last two weeks, he finally recaptures the tag championships and his leader returns. Only for him to nearly destroy Grants partner and retire him, and arguably cost the two men the championships they had just won back.
MA: Introducing another member of team number two he is YOUR reigning Full Intensity Wrestling Undisputed International Champion HE! IS! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNT RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCE~!!!
CL: He should be thanking his lucky stars Tier didnt do the same to him, Hitchen.
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 youve ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door. Your jaws will be on the floor. After this youll 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.
Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen[/align]
Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring.
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen[/align]
Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring.
Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen[/align]
As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes.
MA: Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds ..The First Wonder of the World Ethan Adams!!!
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen[/align]
As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes.
MA: Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds ..The First Wonder of the World Ethan Adams!!!
Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?[/align]
Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting the match to begin.
CL: Talk about a fucker that has fallen into jackpot after jackpot out of pure luck.
CM: Its more than luck, Ethan has talent and that opportunistic eye of his helped quite a bit.
JH: I agree, Adams has really come a long way from the man that entered Full Intensity Wrestling several months ago!
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
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?[/align]
Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting the match to begin.
CL: Talk about a fucker that has fallen into jackpot after jackpot out of pure luck.
CM: Its more than luck, Ethan has talent and that opportunistic eye of his helped quite a bit.
JH: I agree, Adams has really come a long way from the man that entered Full Intensity Wrestling several months ago!
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
YEAAAA![/align]
Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung...
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...
I WALK ALOOOONE![/align]
Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton Legend Killer pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match.
CM: Unlike this guy who has become soft and squishy.
MA: And finally, the last man to be apart of team number two He is the number one contender for the Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championship HE! IS! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!!
JH: I dont think thats true at all! Prime may not be as heartless or ruthless as he once was but hes earned respect from every one and has regained a sense of dignity!
Tony Clarke scurries over to the Rejects corner to pat them down only to find a huge road block in the form of Crackerjack in his way. FIWs Masked Monster glares down at the referee and growls from behind his mask and reduces the senior referee to a mere sheepish state. Quickly he explains the Rejects as the rest join in glaring at the official who then hurries over to the other team who are more willing to be patted down. Once that is out of the way he explains the rules to them as well and then goes to the center of the ring as he waves his hand.
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.
CM: Unlike this guy who has become soft and squishy.
MA: And finally, the last man to be apart of team number two He is the number one contender for the Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championship HE! IS! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!!
JH: I dont think thats true at all! Prime may not be as heartless or ruthless as he once was but hes earned respect from every one and has regained a sense of dignity!
Tony Clarke scurries over to the Rejects corner to pat them down only to find a huge road block in the form of Crackerjack in his way. FIWs Masked Monster glares down at the referee and growls from behind his mask and reduces the senior referee to a mere sheepish state. Quickly he explains the Rejects as the rest join in glaring at the official who then hurries over to the other team who are more willing to be patted down. Once that is out of the way he explains the rules to them as well and then goes to the center of the ring as he waves his hand.
DING DING DING~!!![/align]
The signal for the bell to toll now over, the fans and wrestlers get settled in as Liam Mortell and Crackerjack stand across the ring from each other. Mortells largest team mate pleads to be let in the ring but the veteran waves him off and starts circling the squared circle with the opposing monster. In the midst of walking the veteran spots some thing and races at the larger man and in mid-step soars into the air with a cross body that Jack catches! Felix and Steve applaud their comrades feat as Nakahata stands on the apron with his head against the top buckle as the English Gentleman is sent flying!
JH: My word! Crackerjack just sent Liam back towards his teams corner with a fallaway slam!
CL: Looks like some times experience doesnt mach up to raw power.
CM: Whats with Kiyoshi? He seems zoned out on the apron.
Rolling back over to it, the Evolution of Excellence tries to reach over and tag in Mortell except Rice beats him to it and hurries into the ring. Hastily he bolts across the mat and throws up his leg in mid-run only for the monster to narrowly avoid the yakuza kick aimed for his head! He grabs Grant by the shoulder and whips him around, firmly planting his hand around his throat and lifting him up into the air and then dropping him with a chokeslam! The UIC gags and coughs while rolling back over to his corner, and again Prime misses the tag when its taken by the First Wonder of the World!
CL: Shit Crackerjacks cleaning house
CM: This is kinda scary, I hope Ethanll be alright!
JH: Crackerjack is one of the biggest and strongest men on this roster, and we are seeing what happens when Onikage gets inside that head of his. It is when Onikage taps into Jacks usually subdued anger that boils deep inside that big man that he becomes a serious threat.
Hopping over the top rope there is a bounce in Adams steps and he shuffles his feet in a near boxer fashion, eyeing the man on the other side of the ring from him. Much like his other two partners the High Spot Sensation barrels towards the wall of a man who is ready for him till he drops down for a baseball slide dropkick! The blow takes out one of the monsters legs and brings him down to a knee to applause from the fans when Ethan kips up to his feet with a smirk. Prime frowns deeply as he watches the First Wonder of the World hit the ropes and come off of them only to take a belly to belly toss from Crackerjack!
CM: No! Ethan!
JH: He did better than his cohorts though unfortunately Ethan fell just like them in the end.
CL: Unfortunately? Hitchen, are you blind! Ethan was thrown towards his corner and look who is the only one left on the apron?!
Constances comment rings true when Adams rolls towards his corner coughing and convulsing as a massive hand reaches down and tags itself in. Over the top rope the Adonis steps into the ring to cheers and applause, energy filling the arena as the two goliaths stand opposite of each other. That energy deflates when casually the masked monster turns his back to Prime and strolls over to his corner, and tags Patterson into the match to jeers! The Evolution of Excellence growls and snarls at being snubbed, and orders Steve to tag Jack back in & points at the other big man who dismisses the notion Steve passes onto him.
JH: The gull! Crackerjack is acting like he is blowing off just some John Q!
CL: This is why I hate the Rejects, they actually get my fucking hopes up for a awesome confrontation between Crackerjack and Prime then Crackerjack bails.
CM: Maybe a yellow streak is going with that indifferent streak?
After he gets confirmation that his fellow Reject has no desire to deal with Prime, Patterson gives the much bigger man the middle finger in response. A bad move on all accounts because it only serves to further enrage the behemoth that storms his way over to the tinier man with bad intentions in his eyes. He nearly beheads the tag champion with a lariat that sends him flipping through the air and doing a three hundred, and sixty degrees then face plants! Furiously the Adonis kisses his bicep to applause and calls for the junior heavyweight to get back up to his feet as Kiyoshi slowly raises his head with a cold gaze.
CL: Fuck! Prime literally spin cycled that little emo shit stain!
CM: More, more, I want more!
JH: So far its been pretty give or take between the two teams, either one could win the match it would seem.
With shaky legs the Emo Kid starts to find his vertical base and pushes his body up off of its knees, and jerks his head a bit to get rid of the cobwebs. It is when he is almost fully to his feet that he finds two gigantic hands on his chest that push him up into the air and send him high into it with flailing limbs! Sapporos fans sit in awe & make a noise to show it as they watch Steve go over Primes head and up around seven feet into air in a modified flapjack of sorts by the big man! Their amazement continues when on the way down the tag champion snatches the goliaths arm and uses the momentum to pull him off of his feet with a Mexican armdrag!
CM: That was friggin awesome!
JH: Steve Patterson showing some of his lucha libre training background!
CL: Okay, Ill give the kid his due but hes still a shit stain.
Even the behemoth isnt sure what to make of it when he staggers back up to his feet and falls into the near by neutral corner to catch his wits about him. Patterson rushes in after him and leaps up into the air for a monkey flip except he gets caught in mid-air and plants right onto the top of the corner by Prime! The Evolution of Excellence gets a palm strike to the face for his effort and stumbles out of the corner, turning around in time to see the Emo Kid fly again! This time in mid-air it is Steve who grabs the goliath and spins them around into a jumping monkey flip that sends the larger man up into the air to more applause!
JH: Steve Patterson is on fire right now!
CL: He can do all these cute little lucha flips but eventually Primes going to get his hands on him and then hes screwed.
CM: Well, maybe not buddy of mine.
What he is talking about is the lucha roll the tag champion does to get to the Rejects corner to tag in his fellow tag team champion! Arroyo struts out of the corner with a grin on his face and points to the large man on the ground and calls for a Mexican armdrag of his own to applause. The Fierce One scales up the turnbuckle and waits for his prey that starts to stir and get to his feet, he dives off of the second buckle and does a flying eye poke! Prime is sent staggering as Tony scolds Felix and the crowd hisses at him as Jack & Onikage & Steve applaud him while he makes a imaginary halo over his own head to Tony.
CL: Okay, that too Ill give props for as that was brilliant in out smarting the fans.
CM: Not that hard to do I imagine.
JH: Im disappointed! After Steve showing his merit as a wrestler Felix comes in and shows every thing that is wrong with the Rejects!
Pleased with himself, Arroyo struts around the ring more and pauses only to cock and unload a questionable punch aimed low on Prime that sends him down to his knees. Arroyo calls the referee over and he obliges as Arroyo locks the Evolution of Excellence into an abdominal stretch to a polite applause from the fans in attendance! Applause that soon turns into hisses when Steve sneaks along the apron and reaches over, and holds his partners hand & pulls to give him more force! FIWs Adonis howls in agony and shakes his head rapidly at the question whether he wants to give or not, the senior referee unaware of the true situation!
CM: Hey, thats smart thinking on the freaks parts, why dont more people do that?
JH: Because its illegal, Chip!
CL: Like that ever stopped any one.
Cries and screams ring out through the arena from the goliath and his free hand trembles from what his body is being put through with such intensity. More and more it trembles, and hovers dangerously close to his own midsection to the horror of the fans & shock of the referee who keeps asking. He pulls it back to tap when from the top rope Tony spots Ethan jumping up onto it and isnt able to do any thing before he leaps off of it at high speeds! The First Wonder of World soars past the one section of the inside of the ring to land on the other side of the apron in a shooting star press that crashes on top of Patterson!
JH: Star Struck! And, Ethan Adams saves the match for his team!
CL: Holy shit! He went from the outside past the inside and back to the outside!
CM: My hero!
Now without the added force behind what he is being put through and with Felix still in shock at the sight of Ethan & Steve tumbling to the floor. It is childs play for Prime to toss the Fierce One over his shoulder in a hip toss that sends him half way across the ring and skid on his butt several more inches! Clutching his ribs the Evolution of Excellence glares at the tag champion that is tries to plea for mercy from the giant, and gets it with a grunt. The behemoth turns his sight towards his teams corner where Grant and Liam are getting back up onto the apron when Felix smirks and charges at the big man from behind!
CL: Stupid move, Prime.
CM: Yeah! You never show mercy to freaks!
JH: He better watch out!
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, the monster twists around and hurls up his leg when its too late for the tag champion to stop his charge! Face first Felix collides with Primes boot to cheers and applause from the fans and Felix crumbles to the canvas in a lifeless jelly of a heap. FIWs Adonis snarls a little at the fallen Reject and shuffles over to his corner, and tags in Rice to applause from the fans as he steps through the ropes and enters the ring. Unluckily for them the Yeti reaches over the top rope and swats his team mate on the back, and enters the ring to an eruption of cheers & applause from the fans in Sapporo!
CM: Man, they love Kiyoshi here, I wonder why, I mean most places either hate him or are neutral towards him.
JH: Because hes from the country, Chip .
CL: Seriously, didnt his fucking name give it away? Wait wheres Crackerjack going?
Crackerjack drops down from the apron and Onikage follows after him to the side of the stairs, and they go around the entrance stage to the back! Rice blinks and pays so much attention to this he doesnt initially realize that his arm is being taken by the Judo Sensei into a rear wrist lock! The UIC winces and groans as the Yeti applies pressure, and takes a deep breath before he twirls and does some fancy foot work to straighten out his wrist from its bent position! He slaps his wrist free from the actual grip of the Ichiban Reject and goes behind into a waist lock on his foe, and then proceeds to drop the DC with the waist lock takedown!
JH: Some good old fashion wrestling here!
CL: And, weve got champion versus champion as much as I want to vomit over the thought of the Dual Crown Championship being in the Rejects camp.
CM: Yawn.
Floating over the Revolution member locks a front chancery on Mr. FSC to more applause from the fans and Tony checks on the other champion. Nakahata patiently waves his hand to show hes still conscious and in the match, even when Rice starts wrenching back on the submission maneuver. The UIC tightens the hold and keeps wrenching back, leaning back even to try and wear down the other champion in his clutches that continues to show signs of life. Tentatively the Yeti fires off a few forearm strikes to the lower chest of the man that is abusing him and shakes Grant a bit though he keeps the hold cinched in.
CL: Already a bit of the dough boys life is being sapped away, beautiful.
CM: Speaking of life being sapped yaaaaaaaaaawwwwwn.
JH: Oh quit that, wont you?!
A few more forearm shots loosen the hold enough that the Yeti pulls his head out of it and rolls over to the side of Grant to comfortably lock in a side headlock! Not quite as tight as it probably could be, Nakahata tries to shake off the effects of the front chancery and rears back on the hold hes got now. Much like his fellow champion was moments ago, the UIC shakes his hand at the referee as to if he wants to submit or not and grabs a hold of the DC. With a rocking motion Rice gets the two over them over, the Judo Sensei onto his shoulders and him onto his side with the hold still on as Tony drops to his knees!
CM: Boooooooooooorrrrrrriiiiiii-
JH: Grants reversed it into a pin fall attempt!
The signal for the bell to toll now over, the fans and wrestlers get settled in as Liam Mortell and Crackerjack stand across the ring from each other. Mortells largest team mate pleads to be let in the ring but the veteran waves him off and starts circling the squared circle with the opposing monster. In the midst of walking the veteran spots some thing and races at the larger man and in mid-step soars into the air with a cross body that Jack catches! Felix and Steve applaud their comrades feat as Nakahata stands on the apron with his head against the top buckle as the English Gentleman is sent flying!
JH: My word! Crackerjack just sent Liam back towards his teams corner with a fallaway slam!
CL: Looks like some times experience doesnt mach up to raw power.
CM: Whats with Kiyoshi? He seems zoned out on the apron.
Rolling back over to it, the Evolution of Excellence tries to reach over and tag in Mortell except Rice beats him to it and hurries into the ring. Hastily he bolts across the mat and throws up his leg in mid-run only for the monster to narrowly avoid the yakuza kick aimed for his head! He grabs Grant by the shoulder and whips him around, firmly planting his hand around his throat and lifting him up into the air and then dropping him with a chokeslam! The UIC gags and coughs while rolling back over to his corner, and again Prime misses the tag when its taken by the First Wonder of the World!
CL: Shit Crackerjacks cleaning house
CM: This is kinda scary, I hope Ethanll be alright!
JH: Crackerjack is one of the biggest and strongest men on this roster, and we are seeing what happens when Onikage gets inside that head of his. It is when Onikage taps into Jacks usually subdued anger that boils deep inside that big man that he becomes a serious threat.
Hopping over the top rope there is a bounce in Adams steps and he shuffles his feet in a near boxer fashion, eyeing the man on the other side of the ring from him. Much like his other two partners the High Spot Sensation barrels towards the wall of a man who is ready for him till he drops down for a baseball slide dropkick! The blow takes out one of the monsters legs and brings him down to a knee to applause from the fans when Ethan kips up to his feet with a smirk. Prime frowns deeply as he watches the First Wonder of the World hit the ropes and come off of them only to take a belly to belly toss from Crackerjack!
CM: No! Ethan!
JH: He did better than his cohorts though unfortunately Ethan fell just like them in the end.
CL: Unfortunately? Hitchen, are you blind! Ethan was thrown towards his corner and look who is the only one left on the apron?!
Constances comment rings true when Adams rolls towards his corner coughing and convulsing as a massive hand reaches down and tags itself in. Over the top rope the Adonis steps into the ring to cheers and applause, energy filling the arena as the two goliaths stand opposite of each other. That energy deflates when casually the masked monster turns his back to Prime and strolls over to his corner, and tags Patterson into the match to jeers! The Evolution of Excellence growls and snarls at being snubbed, and orders Steve to tag Jack back in & points at the other big man who dismisses the notion Steve passes onto him.
JH: The gull! Crackerjack is acting like he is blowing off just some John Q!
CL: This is why I hate the Rejects, they actually get my fucking hopes up for a awesome confrontation between Crackerjack and Prime then Crackerjack bails.
CM: Maybe a yellow streak is going with that indifferent streak?
After he gets confirmation that his fellow Reject has no desire to deal with Prime, Patterson gives the much bigger man the middle finger in response. A bad move on all accounts because it only serves to further enrage the behemoth that storms his way over to the tinier man with bad intentions in his eyes. He nearly beheads the tag champion with a lariat that sends him flipping through the air and doing a three hundred, and sixty degrees then face plants! Furiously the Adonis kisses his bicep to applause and calls for the junior heavyweight to get back up to his feet as Kiyoshi slowly raises his head with a cold gaze.
CL: Fuck! Prime literally spin cycled that little emo shit stain!
CM: More, more, I want more!
JH: So far its been pretty give or take between the two teams, either one could win the match it would seem.
With shaky legs the Emo Kid starts to find his vertical base and pushes his body up off of its knees, and jerks his head a bit to get rid of the cobwebs. It is when he is almost fully to his feet that he finds two gigantic hands on his chest that push him up into the air and send him high into it with flailing limbs! Sapporos fans sit in awe & make a noise to show it as they watch Steve go over Primes head and up around seven feet into air in a modified flapjack of sorts by the big man! Their amazement continues when on the way down the tag champion snatches the goliaths arm and uses the momentum to pull him off of his feet with a Mexican armdrag!
CM: That was friggin awesome!
JH: Steve Patterson showing some of his lucha libre training background!
CL: Okay, Ill give the kid his due but hes still a shit stain.
Even the behemoth isnt sure what to make of it when he staggers back up to his feet and falls into the near by neutral corner to catch his wits about him. Patterson rushes in after him and leaps up into the air for a monkey flip except he gets caught in mid-air and plants right onto the top of the corner by Prime! The Evolution of Excellence gets a palm strike to the face for his effort and stumbles out of the corner, turning around in time to see the Emo Kid fly again! This time in mid-air it is Steve who grabs the goliath and spins them around into a jumping monkey flip that sends the larger man up into the air to more applause!
JH: Steve Patterson is on fire right now!
CL: He can do all these cute little lucha flips but eventually Primes going to get his hands on him and then hes screwed.
CM: Well, maybe not buddy of mine.
What he is talking about is the lucha roll the tag champion does to get to the Rejects corner to tag in his fellow tag team champion! Arroyo struts out of the corner with a grin on his face and points to the large man on the ground and calls for a Mexican armdrag of his own to applause. The Fierce One scales up the turnbuckle and waits for his prey that starts to stir and get to his feet, he dives off of the second buckle and does a flying eye poke! Prime is sent staggering as Tony scolds Felix and the crowd hisses at him as Jack & Onikage & Steve applaud him while he makes a imaginary halo over his own head to Tony.
CL: Okay, that too Ill give props for as that was brilliant in out smarting the fans.
CM: Not that hard to do I imagine.
JH: Im disappointed! After Steve showing his merit as a wrestler Felix comes in and shows every thing that is wrong with the Rejects!
Pleased with himself, Arroyo struts around the ring more and pauses only to cock and unload a questionable punch aimed low on Prime that sends him down to his knees. Arroyo calls the referee over and he obliges as Arroyo locks the Evolution of Excellence into an abdominal stretch to a polite applause from the fans in attendance! Applause that soon turns into hisses when Steve sneaks along the apron and reaches over, and holds his partners hand & pulls to give him more force! FIWs Adonis howls in agony and shakes his head rapidly at the question whether he wants to give or not, the senior referee unaware of the true situation!
CM: Hey, thats smart thinking on the freaks parts, why dont more people do that?
JH: Because its illegal, Chip!
CL: Like that ever stopped any one.
Cries and screams ring out through the arena from the goliath and his free hand trembles from what his body is being put through with such intensity. More and more it trembles, and hovers dangerously close to his own midsection to the horror of the fans & shock of the referee who keeps asking. He pulls it back to tap when from the top rope Tony spots Ethan jumping up onto it and isnt able to do any thing before he leaps off of it at high speeds! The First Wonder of World soars past the one section of the inside of the ring to land on the other side of the apron in a shooting star press that crashes on top of Patterson!
JH: Star Struck! And, Ethan Adams saves the match for his team!
CL: Holy shit! He went from the outside past the inside and back to the outside!
CM: My hero!
Now without the added force behind what he is being put through and with Felix still in shock at the sight of Ethan & Steve tumbling to the floor. It is childs play for Prime to toss the Fierce One over his shoulder in a hip toss that sends him half way across the ring and skid on his butt several more inches! Clutching his ribs the Evolution of Excellence glares at the tag champion that is tries to plea for mercy from the giant, and gets it with a grunt. The behemoth turns his sight towards his teams corner where Grant and Liam are getting back up onto the apron when Felix smirks and charges at the big man from behind!
CL: Stupid move, Prime.
CM: Yeah! You never show mercy to freaks!
JH: He better watch out!
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, the monster twists around and hurls up his leg when its too late for the tag champion to stop his charge! Face first Felix collides with Primes boot to cheers and applause from the fans and Felix crumbles to the canvas in a lifeless jelly of a heap. FIWs Adonis snarls a little at the fallen Reject and shuffles over to his corner, and tags in Rice to applause from the fans as he steps through the ropes and enters the ring. Unluckily for them the Yeti reaches over the top rope and swats his team mate on the back, and enters the ring to an eruption of cheers & applause from the fans in Sapporo!
CM: Man, they love Kiyoshi here, I wonder why, I mean most places either hate him or are neutral towards him.
JH: Because hes from the country, Chip .
CL: Seriously, didnt his fucking name give it away? Wait wheres Crackerjack going?
Crackerjack drops down from the apron and Onikage follows after him to the side of the stairs, and they go around the entrance stage to the back! Rice blinks and pays so much attention to this he doesnt initially realize that his arm is being taken by the Judo Sensei into a rear wrist lock! The UIC winces and groans as the Yeti applies pressure, and takes a deep breath before he twirls and does some fancy foot work to straighten out his wrist from its bent position! He slaps his wrist free from the actual grip of the Ichiban Reject and goes behind into a waist lock on his foe, and then proceeds to drop the DC with the waist lock takedown!
JH: Some good old fashion wrestling here!
CL: And, weve got champion versus champion as much as I want to vomit over the thought of the Dual Crown Championship being in the Rejects camp.
CM: Yawn.
Floating over the Revolution member locks a front chancery on Mr. FSC to more applause from the fans and Tony checks on the other champion. Nakahata patiently waves his hand to show hes still conscious and in the match, even when Rice starts wrenching back on the submission maneuver. The UIC tightens the hold and keeps wrenching back, leaning back even to try and wear down the other champion in his clutches that continues to show signs of life. Tentatively the Yeti fires off a few forearm strikes to the lower chest of the man that is abusing him and shakes Grant a bit though he keeps the hold cinched in.
CL: Already a bit of the dough boys life is being sapped away, beautiful.
CM: Speaking of life being sapped yaaaaaaaaaawwwwwn.
JH: Oh quit that, wont you?!
A few more forearm shots loosen the hold enough that the Yeti pulls his head out of it and rolls over to the side of Grant to comfortably lock in a side headlock! Not quite as tight as it probably could be, Nakahata tries to shake off the effects of the front chancery and rears back on the hold hes got now. Much like his fellow champion was moments ago, the UIC shakes his hand at the referee as to if he wants to submit or not and grabs a hold of the DC. With a rocking motion Rice gets the two over them over, the Judo Sensei onto his shoulders and him onto his side with the hold still on as Tony drops to his knees!
CM: Boooooooooooorrrrrrriiiiiii-
JH: Grants reversed it into a pin fall attempt!
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CL: I predict the albino moron will kick out.
CM: Albino? Oh, tough break, I heard that really burns in the ole crotch area.
CL: I predict the albino moron will kick out.
CM: Albino? Oh, tough break, I heard that really burns in the ole crotch area.
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JH: Chip, albino isnt sigh why bother.
CL: Thats my point of view when it comes to him.
Up onto a knee the UIC attempts and struggles to yank the bulk of Nakahatas frame off of the canvas though manages eventually and performs a tradition firemans carry. With the Yeti sitting down Rice wraps his hands around the bottom of his chin like a chin guard or strap and interlocks his fingers. Pulling back on the chinlock the Revo member plants the point of his knee into the middle of the Judo Senseis shoulder blades and continues to wrench back. It is Felix that angrily steps in and rushes over with a boot to the skull that breaks up the submission though sends Grant falling into a tag to Ethan Adams!
JH: Felix Arroyos assistance backfired to some extent! Now Ethan Adams is in the match!
CL: Whoop dee doo.
CM: Your next champion is in the ring, show the man some respect!
For the second time tonight Ethan hops over the top rope into the ring and runs at the tag champion who he sends to the canvas with a leg lariat! He scurries up his feet and over to Arroyo to skip up into the air for a standing senton splash that knocks the wind out of the Fierce One! The Reject rolls back to his corner to retreat from any more onslaught and leaves Mr. FSC to taste a standing moonsault from the First Wonder of the World! Rolling back onto his feet Ethan holds up a index finger and mouths one more and performs the standing moonsault a second time perfectly till Kiyoshi brings up his knees!
CL: That was anticlimactic.
CM: Poor Ethan!
JH: Kiyoshi Nakahata showing hes still in this thing.
Both men feebly stir and get back up to their feet, Adams finding when he gets up to his a forearm strike from the Ichiban Reject that sends him stumbling. He fights through the dazed state and comes right back to taste a second forearm strike and a third, and fourth for his troubles! Sticking to his spot in the ring this time, the High Spot Sensation unleashes a chop across the shirt clothed chest of the champion who groans from it. A deep inhale later he gives Ethan one back with another forearm strike and is returned in kind with a second back handed chop!
CM: Get em! Get em! Rip that shirt!
JH: This is getting brutal between these two!
CL: What did you expect? Tea and fucking crumpets?
The sixth forearm strike clobbers the First Wonder of the World and visibly frustrates him enough to take a page out of the book of Chip Martin. Kiyoshis ready for another strike when Adams snatches the front of his shirts collar and proceeds to rip it straight down the middle of the front! There is a near hushed hiss of a jeer that rings out when Ethan chops the now exposed chest of the Yeti who stares at his now ripped shirt & bruising chest. A snarl starts to form on Mr. FSCs lips and he snatches the rookie by the head & holds him there as he dishes out a forearm strike flurry that knocks the very sweat off of him!
JH: Oh my goodness! Kiyoshi Nakahata is going to town on Ethan!
CL: You never rip a mans shirt, never.
CM: Eh heh sorry Ethan.
His eyes roll into the back of his head by the time the Judo Sensei is done with his abuse and lets go of his head, watching him wobble back several steps. Ethan nearly collapses into the ropes and bounces in them while hanging onto them for several seconds, the Yeti waits and sees how his opponent is. When hes decided its safe he starts to move in and unfortunately for him Adams springs back and zips right out of the ropes at him as fast as he can! The High Spot Sensation does a cue from that moniker and takes to the air, he bashes Nakahata over the head with a flying forearm strike that takes both men down!
CL: Fucking hell, Ethan looks out of it on his feet!
CM: Who cares if he wins?!
JH: It wouldnt surprise me to find out the young man has a concussion!
Sapporos fans look on with a hint of uneasiness as they seem to think some thing similar as Hitchen with how dazed Adams looks when he gets to his feet. Tony even comes over and checks on the competitor to make sure hes some what there and he gets pushed away for trying to do his job & its duties. The First Wonder of the World hastily sets the Ichiban Reject into the reverse standing Indian deathlock and grabs his arms to surfboard the maneuver. All of the fans collectively cringe when he stomps down onto the hanging cranium of the Yeti though give a small cheer when Liam slaps Ethan on the back for a tag!
CM: Curtain Arranger!
JH: Thats Curtain Jerker, Chip.
CL: Oh look, Father Times in.
Ethan Adams is far from happy about this and shoves Liam the minute he gets in the ring and gets in his face about the tag as Clarke tries to get him to leave. The older of the two tries to keep a level head till he gets shoved in the face by the younger man and shoves him chest first back. Nose to nose the two start arguing and Grant, and Prime try their best from the apron to break it up and settle the two down from what could happen any moment. Slowly yet steadily both start to calm and Adams offers Liam a hand shake as a truce only to slap him right on the face when he goes to accept it & hurries out onto the apron!
JH: Uh! Such disrespect!
CL: Liam had it coming, he has man boobs that are quite fucking offensive.
CM: And, jiggly, look at them, they jiggle.
Unlike his fellow team mate, Liam takes that one on the chin and controls himself, and turns his attention to his opponent who has been allowed time to recover. Recover the Ichiban Reject has who uses the ropes to pull his body back up to a vertical base close by and gets rid of those last few cobwebs from the maneuver. Mortell races at him only to get the Yeti to duck and dump him up over the top rope which allows Mortell to land on the apron on his feet! FIWs English Gentlemen clubs Mr. FSC with a punch to the midsection and then launches himself back over the top rope with a sunset flip!
CL: Heres to a win via flash pin.
CM: Wouldnt it be ironic for Kiyoshi to lose to the very move that he won the D-C with?
JH: Chip, albino isnt sigh why bother.
CL: Thats my point of view when it comes to him.
Up onto a knee the UIC attempts and struggles to yank the bulk of Nakahatas frame off of the canvas though manages eventually and performs a tradition firemans carry. With the Yeti sitting down Rice wraps his hands around the bottom of his chin like a chin guard or strap and interlocks his fingers. Pulling back on the chinlock the Revo member plants the point of his knee into the middle of the Judo Senseis shoulder blades and continues to wrench back. It is Felix that angrily steps in and rushes over with a boot to the skull that breaks up the submission though sends Grant falling into a tag to Ethan Adams!
JH: Felix Arroyos assistance backfired to some extent! Now Ethan Adams is in the match!
CL: Whoop dee doo.
CM: Your next champion is in the ring, show the man some respect!
For the second time tonight Ethan hops over the top rope into the ring and runs at the tag champion who he sends to the canvas with a leg lariat! He scurries up his feet and over to Arroyo to skip up into the air for a standing senton splash that knocks the wind out of the Fierce One! The Reject rolls back to his corner to retreat from any more onslaught and leaves Mr. FSC to taste a standing moonsault from the First Wonder of the World! Rolling back onto his feet Ethan holds up a index finger and mouths one more and performs the standing moonsault a second time perfectly till Kiyoshi brings up his knees!
CL: That was anticlimactic.
CM: Poor Ethan!
JH: Kiyoshi Nakahata showing hes still in this thing.
Both men feebly stir and get back up to their feet, Adams finding when he gets up to his a forearm strike from the Ichiban Reject that sends him stumbling. He fights through the dazed state and comes right back to taste a second forearm strike and a third, and fourth for his troubles! Sticking to his spot in the ring this time, the High Spot Sensation unleashes a chop across the shirt clothed chest of the champion who groans from it. A deep inhale later he gives Ethan one back with another forearm strike and is returned in kind with a second back handed chop!
CM: Get em! Get em! Rip that shirt!
JH: This is getting brutal between these two!
CL: What did you expect? Tea and fucking crumpets?
The sixth forearm strike clobbers the First Wonder of the World and visibly frustrates him enough to take a page out of the book of Chip Martin. Kiyoshis ready for another strike when Adams snatches the front of his shirts collar and proceeds to rip it straight down the middle of the front! There is a near hushed hiss of a jeer that rings out when Ethan chops the now exposed chest of the Yeti who stares at his now ripped shirt & bruising chest. A snarl starts to form on Mr. FSCs lips and he snatches the rookie by the head & holds him there as he dishes out a forearm strike flurry that knocks the very sweat off of him!
JH: Oh my goodness! Kiyoshi Nakahata is going to town on Ethan!
CL: You never rip a mans shirt, never.
CM: Eh heh sorry Ethan.
His eyes roll into the back of his head by the time the Judo Sensei is done with his abuse and lets go of his head, watching him wobble back several steps. Ethan nearly collapses into the ropes and bounces in them while hanging onto them for several seconds, the Yeti waits and sees how his opponent is. When hes decided its safe he starts to move in and unfortunately for him Adams springs back and zips right out of the ropes at him as fast as he can! The High Spot Sensation does a cue from that moniker and takes to the air, he bashes Nakahata over the head with a flying forearm strike that takes both men down!
CL: Fucking hell, Ethan looks out of it on his feet!
CM: Who cares if he wins?!
JH: It wouldnt surprise me to find out the young man has a concussion!
Sapporos fans look on with a hint of uneasiness as they seem to think some thing similar as Hitchen with how dazed Adams looks when he gets to his feet. Tony even comes over and checks on the competitor to make sure hes some what there and he gets pushed away for trying to do his job & its duties. The First Wonder of the World hastily sets the Ichiban Reject into the reverse standing Indian deathlock and grabs his arms to surfboard the maneuver. All of the fans collectively cringe when he stomps down onto the hanging cranium of the Yeti though give a small cheer when Liam slaps Ethan on the back for a tag!
CM: Curtain Arranger!
JH: Thats Curtain Jerker, Chip.
CL: Oh look, Father Times in.
Ethan Adams is far from happy about this and shoves Liam the minute he gets in the ring and gets in his face about the tag as Clarke tries to get him to leave. The older of the two tries to keep a level head till he gets shoved in the face by the younger man and shoves him chest first back. Nose to nose the two start arguing and Grant, and Prime try their best from the apron to break it up and settle the two down from what could happen any moment. Slowly yet steadily both start to calm and Adams offers Liam a hand shake as a truce only to slap him right on the face when he goes to accept it & hurries out onto the apron!
JH: Uh! Such disrespect!
CL: Liam had it coming, he has man boobs that are quite fucking offensive.
CM: And, jiggly, look at them, they jiggle.
Unlike his fellow team mate, Liam takes that one on the chin and controls himself, and turns his attention to his opponent who has been allowed time to recover. Recover the Ichiban Reject has who uses the ropes to pull his body back up to a vertical base close by and gets rid of those last few cobwebs from the maneuver. Mortell races at him only to get the Yeti to duck and dump him up over the top rope which allows Mortell to land on the apron on his feet! FIWs English Gentlemen clubs Mr. FSC with a punch to the midsection and then launches himself back over the top rope with a sunset flip!
CL: Heres to a win via flash pin.
CM: Wouldnt it be ironic for Kiyoshi to lose to the very move that he won the D-C with?
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JH: Chip that was a very intelligent comment, and I agree.
CL: Chip gaining intelligence? More like probably has his iPhone on FIW.com to look up random facts.
JH: Chip that was a very intelligent comment, and I agree.
CL: Chip gaining intelligence? More like probably has his iPhone on FIW.com to look up random facts.
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CM: I do not! Ill have you know Im very intelligent! Here, Ill show you by stating a random fact darn it! Stupid thing always freezes on the main page!
JH: Oi
CM: I do not! Ill have you know Im very intelligent! Here, Ill show you by stating a random fact darn it! Stupid thing always freezes on the main page!
JH: Oi
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CL: Fuck, too good to be true.
CM: Aw.
Getting back up to his feet, the veteran spots the champion sitting up and scurries over, and nails him with a sharp running knee strike to the mush & shoulder! He bounces off of the near by ropes and Mortell hops up to bring a knee drop down onto the arm of the Yeti to polite applause from the fans in attendance! While down beside him Liam gives Mr. FSC a few good forearm strikes to the same arm and shoulder, and then grabs a handful of his white locks. FIWs English Gentleman gradually brings the Judo Sensei and him back up to their feet, the Rejects all visibly itching for a tag from their ally.
CM: Whys Liam so dead set on Kiyoshis arm?
JH: More than likely hes weakening the body part to set up for his signature submission, the ATC.
CL: Jesus, I thought that was fucking obvious but Chips stupidity continues to astound me!
There is a small murmur that ripples through the crowd and draws the attention of Mortell and all of his team mates that look where the fans are looking. From beside the steps Crackerjack and Onikage return from the back and they are not alone as they wheel it into the ringside area to a few gasps and hushed mumbles. FIWs Morning Star happily slaps his hand on top of the hard black lid of the casket the two men have brought with a smile on his painted face as Jack joins his comrades up on the apron. All of this provides the Ichiban Reject the chance to catch his breath and head butt Liam back into paying attention to the match at hand and him!
JH: A casket! A casket? A casket?! What in the world are they going to do with that casket?!
CL: I dont know, call it a hunch but Crackerjack has a buried alive match coming up, a casket, a message to Elrick perhaps?
CM: Saaaaaaay they bury people in caskets!
Another head butt, and a third one, and a fourth one sends the veteran on Dream Street to leave Kiyoshi to take his stances and wind up the old batting arm. Sections at first though soon all the fans are cheering and applauding the wind up and then the run to the ropes Nakahata takes and comes off of back to Liam. The Yeti throws out his arm at break neck force speed except Mortell ducks beneath it just barely and rams his shoulder into the kidneys of the Yeti! FIWs English Gentleman recoils like a snake and wraps his arms around the ample midsection of the Judo Sensei and locks in the bearhug to applause!
CL: The Robinsons Bear Hug!
CM: I was starting to like you too, Liam, then you go and break my heart with this boring crap.
JH: We could see the end right here and now!
Tighter and tighter the hold is cinched in and forces Mr. FSC to squirm within the grip, and groan and gasp for some air to get to his lungs. FIWs senior referee circles around the hold and makes sure every thing is legal, and that the champion isnt ready to submit to the maneuver quite yet. Feebly the Judo Sensei reaches for the ropes that are mere inches too far away from his clutches for him to get to them and drops his arm in a defeated fashion. That is until he fights through the pain, grits his teeth and starts driving his elbows downward onto the top of Liams skull to cringes from the fans!
CM: Now that is awesome!
JH: Good lord! Hes going to give Liam a concussion!
CL: Ethan and him could start a club.
Elbow after elbow rain down and it becomes a battle of wills, Kiyoshi trying to survive the submission technique and Liam trying to survive the strikes. Neither man budges or lets the other have any mercy for several minutes as they go back and fourth, torturing each other the best they can. FIWs English Gentleman in the end curses under his breath and pulls his shoulder out from the kidneys of the Yeti and starts to loosen his hold on the fellow competitor. Abruptly he stops this to hoist up the Ichiban Reject and carry all of his weight over into a vicious spinebuster that slaps him back first on the mat & leaves Mortell on his knees!
JH: SPINEBUSTAAH!
CL: Thats got to fucking smart!
CM: Who cares?! That was great!
Holding his head, the more experienced wrestler rubs the sore spots for a few moments and then turns to the task of lifting the heavier man back up to his feet. It takes a while but Liam to his credit gets the job done and goes to whip the Ichiban Reject into his corner only for him to reverse the whip on Liam! With a slight stumble to his steps, Mr. FSC gets over to his teams corner and is welcomed by a tag from Crackerjack who steps over the top rope to enter. His first act when back in the ring is pushing forward and driving a knee right into the midsection of Mortell while he leans into the corner!
CL: Jacks back in here and that casket is still at ringside with Onikage who looks like he wants to fucking finger it.
CM: Thats a disturbing visual.
JH: Liams got to get out of that corner if hes going to have a chance to survive!
Brother Felix and Brother Steve take it upon themselves to aid their Brother Wrath by delivering through the top and middle ropes a few punches to the older mans kidneys! Tony doesnt spot it at first glance however when he does he scolds the tag champions till Jack gets into his face and gets him to back pedal out of the corner. Busy with being worried the masked monster is about to rip his head off, Clarke never sees the several more cheap shots Hardcore Sex gives Mortell! Finally Jack takes his masked eyes off of the referee and returns to the corner to wrap his hands around Liams throat and toss him out of the corner with a choke throw!
CM: Crash and burn, baby! Crash and burn!
JH: Liam Mortell is starting to look worse for wear then again it is three on one!
CL: Yeah, that usually fucking does it.
Mockingly the behemoth kicks at the seasoned wrestlers head that tries to bat them away the best he can and ignores the idle banter the behemoth spews. Jack points over to the corner and orders Liam to go make the tag, and mockingly kicks at him a few more times to get him to start moving. Slowly but surely Mortell makes his way across the ring to a aching Prime who is all too eager for a tag, Ethan who is recovering, and Grant who looks ready too. His hand out, it looks like it is about to touch Primes as the fans are on the edge of their seats when it slips past it and manages to tag in Rice instead!
JH: Were getting a rematch of Violence Fetish of sorts!
CL: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.
CM: Im excited too, Conse!
Seems the Sapporo fans are excited too by their applause and cheers for Grant Rice and Crackerjack staring each other down from their spots in the ring. The Revo member gives an apologetic shrug to Prime and then goes right at the masked monster who he hits a dual punch with at the same exact time! Each reels from the punch they took and comes back with a second dual punch exchange that shakes them, and then they start pounding out many punches at each other! Fists fly and sweat flies off of the two, bruises and welts start to form on their bodies on various places as Tony timidly gets near the fight going on.
CL: Well this is getting pretty violent, fuck, reminding me why I used to love Crackerjack before he joined this group of idiots.
CM: I want to see some one get messed up!
JH: We very well could see that!
Edge goes to Rice when he nails his trademark left hook that sends Jack off of his feet to amazed cheers and applause from the fans in attendance! With a fire in his eyes the UIC scouts it and waits for it, when the masked monster starts to stir he bolts right at him as quickly as his feet can carry him! The Sin of Wrath gets back up to a vertical base and turns right around into a timberland onto the masked face in the form of a kick that echoes in the arena! Impact from the blow sends the goliath out through the ropes and onto the apron in a heap, the Revo member follows after him in a fever as the fans rally behind him.
CM: Uh oh, this could get messy!
JH: This could get really messy!
CL: This could finally get fucking good!
Balancing on the apron, Rice stomps on the back of the masked head of the Reject a few times that makes it bounce off of the apron like a pin ball. Carefully the champion bends down and snatches the aforementioned head and starts to pull the hulking body up by it with a little success to the process. When hes got him almost up to his knees however he is met with a punch right to the midsection that knocks the wind out of him and causes him to double over. Using the ropes Jack pushes off of the apron and begins to get back up to his feet while Grant stumbles and coughs, and gags from the punch.
JH: I dont like the look of this, I dont like it one bit!
CL: He is one tough mother fucker that Crackerjack.
CM: Shut your mouth, thats Shaft!
Hands the size of baseball mits find their way around the throat of Rice and he tries to fight back with fists that his foe shrugs off and tries to ignore. Jack hoists him up into the air and Onikage lets out a deranged laugh as he applauds Jack when he jumps from the apron with Grant in hand! The two take to the air like a plane about to crash, and crash they do right through the wooden lid of the casket that explodes into a million splinters! Champion or not, he is feeling the effects and screams out in horror that blends with the laughter from the Rejects advisor at ringside & the gasps from the fans!
CL: FULLY FUCKING SICK! Visions of Nell into the casket!
CM: OW-OW-OW-OW-OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUCH!
JH: Bloody hell! Grant Rice might be dead! Heck! Crackerjack might be dead!
First one to sit up is the man that performed the maneuver who grunts and pushes his way up to his feet in the casket, wiping a few stray splinters that were sticking to him. His masked face stares down at the fallen opponent for several seconds and slowly tilts back his head to soak in the horrified cries from the fans & laughter from Onikage. Jack bends over and grabs Rice by the skull and jerks him up onto his feet, several more gasps ring out when the fans see the thousands of tiny pieces of wood sticking to his body. Half heartedly the masked monster tosses him out of the casket and watches his body tumble to the floor in a lifeless form.
CM: Yeeesh Look at Grants back!
JH: I think Im going to be sick
CL: If that sheep fucker would be quiet this would be perfect.
Quickly Jack gets out of the casket and picks up Rice, and brings him over to the apron and throws him back into the ring. He jumps up onto the apron and ducks underneath the top rope to enter the ring, and walks over to the fallen body of the Revo member & drops to his knees. As soon as he does Hardcore Sex enter the ring and hurry across it, clubbing Ethan & Liam and Prime off of the apron and goes out after them! Calmly the masked monster leans over Grant and hooks both of his legs in a pin fall as Clarke drops down to his knees!
JH: Hardcore Sex are trying to make sure no ones there for Grant to break it up!
CL: Smart thinking for idiots.
CL: Fuck, too good to be true.
CM: Aw.
Getting back up to his feet, the veteran spots the champion sitting up and scurries over, and nails him with a sharp running knee strike to the mush & shoulder! He bounces off of the near by ropes and Mortell hops up to bring a knee drop down onto the arm of the Yeti to polite applause from the fans in attendance! While down beside him Liam gives Mr. FSC a few good forearm strikes to the same arm and shoulder, and then grabs a handful of his white locks. FIWs English Gentleman gradually brings the Judo Sensei and him back up to their feet, the Rejects all visibly itching for a tag from their ally.
CM: Whys Liam so dead set on Kiyoshis arm?
JH: More than likely hes weakening the body part to set up for his signature submission, the ATC.
CL: Jesus, I thought that was fucking obvious but Chips stupidity continues to astound me!
There is a small murmur that ripples through the crowd and draws the attention of Mortell and all of his team mates that look where the fans are looking. From beside the steps Crackerjack and Onikage return from the back and they are not alone as they wheel it into the ringside area to a few gasps and hushed mumbles. FIWs Morning Star happily slaps his hand on top of the hard black lid of the casket the two men have brought with a smile on his painted face as Jack joins his comrades up on the apron. All of this provides the Ichiban Reject the chance to catch his breath and head butt Liam back into paying attention to the match at hand and him!
JH: A casket! A casket? A casket?! What in the world are they going to do with that casket?!
CL: I dont know, call it a hunch but Crackerjack has a buried alive match coming up, a casket, a message to Elrick perhaps?
CM: Saaaaaaay they bury people in caskets!
Another head butt, and a third one, and a fourth one sends the veteran on Dream Street to leave Kiyoshi to take his stances and wind up the old batting arm. Sections at first though soon all the fans are cheering and applauding the wind up and then the run to the ropes Nakahata takes and comes off of back to Liam. The Yeti throws out his arm at break neck force speed except Mortell ducks beneath it just barely and rams his shoulder into the kidneys of the Yeti! FIWs English Gentleman recoils like a snake and wraps his arms around the ample midsection of the Judo Sensei and locks in the bearhug to applause!
CL: The Robinsons Bear Hug!
CM: I was starting to like you too, Liam, then you go and break my heart with this boring crap.
JH: We could see the end right here and now!
Tighter and tighter the hold is cinched in and forces Mr. FSC to squirm within the grip, and groan and gasp for some air to get to his lungs. FIWs senior referee circles around the hold and makes sure every thing is legal, and that the champion isnt ready to submit to the maneuver quite yet. Feebly the Judo Sensei reaches for the ropes that are mere inches too far away from his clutches for him to get to them and drops his arm in a defeated fashion. That is until he fights through the pain, grits his teeth and starts driving his elbows downward onto the top of Liams skull to cringes from the fans!
CM: Now that is awesome!
JH: Good lord! Hes going to give Liam a concussion!
CL: Ethan and him could start a club.
Elbow after elbow rain down and it becomes a battle of wills, Kiyoshi trying to survive the submission technique and Liam trying to survive the strikes. Neither man budges or lets the other have any mercy for several minutes as they go back and fourth, torturing each other the best they can. FIWs English Gentleman in the end curses under his breath and pulls his shoulder out from the kidneys of the Yeti and starts to loosen his hold on the fellow competitor. Abruptly he stops this to hoist up the Ichiban Reject and carry all of his weight over into a vicious spinebuster that slaps him back first on the mat & leaves Mortell on his knees!
JH: SPINEBUSTAAH!
CL: Thats got to fucking smart!
CM: Who cares?! That was great!
Holding his head, the more experienced wrestler rubs the sore spots for a few moments and then turns to the task of lifting the heavier man back up to his feet. It takes a while but Liam to his credit gets the job done and goes to whip the Ichiban Reject into his corner only for him to reverse the whip on Liam! With a slight stumble to his steps, Mr. FSC gets over to his teams corner and is welcomed by a tag from Crackerjack who steps over the top rope to enter. His first act when back in the ring is pushing forward and driving a knee right into the midsection of Mortell while he leans into the corner!
CL: Jacks back in here and that casket is still at ringside with Onikage who looks like he wants to fucking finger it.
CM: Thats a disturbing visual.
JH: Liams got to get out of that corner if hes going to have a chance to survive!
Brother Felix and Brother Steve take it upon themselves to aid their Brother Wrath by delivering through the top and middle ropes a few punches to the older mans kidneys! Tony doesnt spot it at first glance however when he does he scolds the tag champions till Jack gets into his face and gets him to back pedal out of the corner. Busy with being worried the masked monster is about to rip his head off, Clarke never sees the several more cheap shots Hardcore Sex gives Mortell! Finally Jack takes his masked eyes off of the referee and returns to the corner to wrap his hands around Liams throat and toss him out of the corner with a choke throw!
CM: Crash and burn, baby! Crash and burn!
JH: Liam Mortell is starting to look worse for wear then again it is three on one!
CL: Yeah, that usually fucking does it.
Mockingly the behemoth kicks at the seasoned wrestlers head that tries to bat them away the best he can and ignores the idle banter the behemoth spews. Jack points over to the corner and orders Liam to go make the tag, and mockingly kicks at him a few more times to get him to start moving. Slowly but surely Mortell makes his way across the ring to a aching Prime who is all too eager for a tag, Ethan who is recovering, and Grant who looks ready too. His hand out, it looks like it is about to touch Primes as the fans are on the edge of their seats when it slips past it and manages to tag in Rice instead!
JH: Were getting a rematch of Violence Fetish of sorts!
CL: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.
CM: Im excited too, Conse!
Seems the Sapporo fans are excited too by their applause and cheers for Grant Rice and Crackerjack staring each other down from their spots in the ring. The Revo member gives an apologetic shrug to Prime and then goes right at the masked monster who he hits a dual punch with at the same exact time! Each reels from the punch they took and comes back with a second dual punch exchange that shakes them, and then they start pounding out many punches at each other! Fists fly and sweat flies off of the two, bruises and welts start to form on their bodies on various places as Tony timidly gets near the fight going on.
CL: Well this is getting pretty violent, fuck, reminding me why I used to love Crackerjack before he joined this group of idiots.
CM: I want to see some one get messed up!
JH: We very well could see that!
Edge goes to Rice when he nails his trademark left hook that sends Jack off of his feet to amazed cheers and applause from the fans in attendance! With a fire in his eyes the UIC scouts it and waits for it, when the masked monster starts to stir he bolts right at him as quickly as his feet can carry him! The Sin of Wrath gets back up to a vertical base and turns right around into a timberland onto the masked face in the form of a kick that echoes in the arena! Impact from the blow sends the goliath out through the ropes and onto the apron in a heap, the Revo member follows after him in a fever as the fans rally behind him.
CM: Uh oh, this could get messy!
JH: This could get really messy!
CL: This could finally get fucking good!
Balancing on the apron, Rice stomps on the back of the masked head of the Reject a few times that makes it bounce off of the apron like a pin ball. Carefully the champion bends down and snatches the aforementioned head and starts to pull the hulking body up by it with a little success to the process. When hes got him almost up to his knees however he is met with a punch right to the midsection that knocks the wind out of him and causes him to double over. Using the ropes Jack pushes off of the apron and begins to get back up to his feet while Grant stumbles and coughs, and gags from the punch.
JH: I dont like the look of this, I dont like it one bit!
CL: He is one tough mother fucker that Crackerjack.
CM: Shut your mouth, thats Shaft!
Hands the size of baseball mits find their way around the throat of Rice and he tries to fight back with fists that his foe shrugs off and tries to ignore. Jack hoists him up into the air and Onikage lets out a deranged laugh as he applauds Jack when he jumps from the apron with Grant in hand! The two take to the air like a plane about to crash, and crash they do right through the wooden lid of the casket that explodes into a million splinters! Champion or not, he is feeling the effects and screams out in horror that blends with the laughter from the Rejects advisor at ringside & the gasps from the fans!
CL: FULLY FUCKING SICK! Visions of Nell into the casket!
CM: OW-OW-OW-OW-OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUCH!
JH: Bloody hell! Grant Rice might be dead! Heck! Crackerjack might be dead!
First one to sit up is the man that performed the maneuver who grunts and pushes his way up to his feet in the casket, wiping a few stray splinters that were sticking to him. His masked face stares down at the fallen opponent for several seconds and slowly tilts back his head to soak in the horrified cries from the fans & laughter from Onikage. Jack bends over and grabs Rice by the skull and jerks him up onto his feet, several more gasps ring out when the fans see the thousands of tiny pieces of wood sticking to his body. Half heartedly the masked monster tosses him out of the casket and watches his body tumble to the floor in a lifeless form.
CM: Yeeesh Look at Grants back!
JH: I think Im going to be sick
CL: If that sheep fucker would be quiet this would be perfect.
Quickly Jack gets out of the casket and picks up Rice, and brings him over to the apron and throws him back into the ring. He jumps up onto the apron and ducks underneath the top rope to enter the ring, and walks over to the fallen body of the Revo member & drops to his knees. As soon as he does Hardcore Sex enter the ring and hurry across it, clubbing Ethan & Liam and Prime off of the apron and goes out after them! Calmly the masked monster leans over Grant and hooks both of his legs in a pin fall as Clarke drops down to his knees!
JH: Hardcore Sex are trying to make sure no ones there for Grant to break it up!
CL: Smart thinking for idiots.
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CM: Man, Im still getting over how awesome that was
JH: I dont think Grant Rice will be able to kick out on his own!
CM: Man, Im still getting over how awesome that was
JH: I dont think Grant Rice will be able to kick out on his own!
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CL: You fucking think? Guy just went through a casket.
CM: Hey, that undead guy always does it.
CL: You fucking think? Guy just went through a casket.
CM: Hey, that undead guy always does it.
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DING DING DING~!!![/align]
JH: They were so close!
CL: Looks like the Rejects number hasnt come up yet.
MA: Here are your winners by pin fall Crackerjack, Felix Arroyo, Kiyoshi Nakahata and Steve Patterson THEY! ARE! THE RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEJEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECTS~!!!
The Devils Rejects plays over the P.A. system to a mixed reaction of applause and jeers as Jack tosses Grant Rice out of the ring. Kiyoshi Nakahata enters the ring and Onikage hops up onto the apron and says some thing to Hardcore Sex who manages to throw Ethan into the guard rail. A double chair shot sends Prime down and they snatch the dazed Mortell who they toss into the ring, and follow suit by entering the ring themselves. Tony goes over to them to raise their arms in victory when Onikage nods his head and Jack tosses the referee out of the ring as well!
CL: What the fuck are they doing?!
CM: Maybe they want to let Liam celebrate with them?
JH: To treat the senior referee in such a way!
Felix and Steve take turns punching with their bare knuckles on the forehead of the English Gentlemen as he is on his knees. FIWs Morning Star retrieves Kiyoshis hooded coat and his championships for him, and the championships that belong to the two men punching Liam. Nakahata puts his hood back on and pulls down on it as he slings the belts over his shoulders, Jack waving up to some thing that begins to lower down from the rafters. Hardcore Sex strike jackpot when crimson liquid starts to gush from a cut theyve made over the eyebrow of Mortell who cries out in agony.
CM: This is odd
JH: What in the world are they doing what is that?!
CL: Oh fuck me silly and slap me on the ass
A giant iron cross shines and reflects the lights of the arena as it lowers down from the ceiling and gently touches down on the canvas. Several officials try to get in and stop this but Hardcore Sex and Crackerjack stop them, and snatch a micro phone from them in the midst of doing so. Jack bashes Liam over the head with one of the tag belts to further cause gushing that result with the blood covering most of his face by now in a crimson mask. Onikage says some thing else and the Rejects all start working on the cross and Mortell in a huddle, not letting the fans see what is going on.
JH: They cant they wouldnt
CL: Mock the most popular religion in America and most of the world? Yeah, seems so.
CM: This is madness
Music dies and the fans grow into a hush as after a few moments the Rejects part and the Savior of Sorrow tugs on the line. Slowly it goes back up the way it came into the rafters and with it the iron cross to which Liam Mortell is tied and strapped onto now! Worse yet that gets a soft hiss from the crowd is when it becomes clear, the cross and the veteran are actually hanging upside down on the line! The micro phone starts to pick up Onikages delighted cackle as Hardcore Sex sling their championships over their shoulders & Jack stands underneath the hanging.
CL: Fuck
CM: They took it a step further, didnt they?
JH: Yes Chip, they did They truly dont know any bounds! Some bodys gotta help Liam for Gods sake!
The five Rejects take a moment to stop and let the blood rain down from the heavens onto them, the crimson liquid staining Onikages all white attire. Likewise the masked monsters wifebeater starts to be stained with blood as is Hardcore Sexs outfits and Kiyoshis hood. Prime tries to get back into the ring to maybe still stop this when Hardcore Sex meets him off and the three trade shots, with the tag team getting the best of him in the end. Adams slowly starts to stir at ringside despite this he seems unaware of what is going on as blood continues to shower the ring and Onikage taps the micro phone.
Onikage: My, my, my
Those three little words are enough to get the fans to jeer and widens the smile on the painted features of the Reject.
Onikage: Perhaps you mindless robots can help us with some thing, did the Boss say some thing about a war, about us being wanted men?
A splatter of blood hits the Straight Edge Artist right on top of his head and runs down the side of his face, the fans murmur in response to his question.
Onikage: Weve been wanted men since the each of the days weve stepped into this promotion and for all the wrong reasons ladies and gentlemen. Because this guy has white hair, because this one is big and wears a mask, because so and so has a different sexual preference, because he likes the darker things in life. Again, and again, and again, and again, and again weve been treated with elitism that is on par with Nazi Germany in its prime. And, to use your own religious iconography dear Liam Mortell is the martyr, the sacrificial lamb that pays for every stone cast against us that constructed what he hangs from.
His index finger pointed towards the iron cross that hangs from the ceiling and more blood splashes against them and the canvas. Blood starts coming down in gallops that go all over the Savior of Sorrows white attire, turning it more and more into an all red attire.
Onikage: Consider this a mercy plea to you, Boss, and a warning to all those that attempt to oppose what we are building and creating in this time and day. You dont want a war with us, trust me, for a war with us will result in more men like Mortell being hung both figuratively and literally. There will be a pile of bodies that could be stacked to be a stair way to the heavens themselves by the time we were through and that isnt some thing you want. Resign to the fact that we took your general manager, we have him and we will continue to do with him as we like and continue to do as we like and move on.
To illustrate his point the Messiah of the Mind gesture with his free hand as if he were motioning towards the bodies theyd leave behind them. Crackerjack out spreads his arms and looks as if hes ready to embrace the blood that is falling down onto him as Kiyoshi lowers his hooded head.
Onikage: And, as I said it is a warning, it is a warning shot to all those fools on the roster that believe they have the power and might to stop us and stop change. You cant stop change any more than you can prevent the hands on the clock from ticking away minutes of our life spans. Just like the hands of the clock your age has come and gone or in some cases your age will never become a reality to begin with. This goes out to you James Brody, to you Ethan Adams, to you Grantland Rice, to you Scott Draven, to you Cole Summons, to you Kennedy Sommers, to you James OBrien and yes, even you Wolfgang Hardcastle.
Each name that he utters when it leaves his white lips gets a small cheer and applause from the fans that get a odd mixture of a smile & a snarl from Onikage for this. The Fierce One and the Emo Kid hold their championships into the air and watch as Mortells blood hits the golden plates and smears against it.
Onikage: The Boss wanted to think this would be the first shot heard of a war that would bring about the death of the Rejects as a whole. I congratulate him on being able to take out some of our fallen brothers and on him being partially right about what tonight would be. There is most certainly a shot tonight and a shot heard through out the world itself but that shot that was fired was fired by our hand as it always has been. We hold the smoking barrel just as we hold all the cards, and like warriors before us we will ravish & pillage and drink the blood of our enemies!
As soon as that last sentence cheerfully leaves his mouth he cranes back his neck and allows several drippings of crimson to fall straight into his mouth! FIWs Morning Star brings back his head and swallows the substance to audible disgusted gasps and groans from the audience, his soulless white eyes stare into the camera.
Onikage: Listen very carefully to my words, reject what you know. We are here to stay.
The now nearly completely in red Messiah of the Mind folds his arms into his classic X with a smile on his face as the champions hold their championships high & Jack revels in the blood. Suddenly the feed cuts out and leaves the viewers with nothing but static for several moments till it fades into the logo.
DING DING DING~!!![/align]
JH: They were so close!
CL: Looks like the Rejects number hasnt come up yet.
MA: Here are your winners by pin fall Crackerjack, Felix Arroyo, Kiyoshi Nakahata and Steve Patterson THEY! ARE! THE RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEJEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECTS~!!!
The Devils Rejects plays over the P.A. system to a mixed reaction of applause and jeers as Jack tosses Grant Rice out of the ring. Kiyoshi Nakahata enters the ring and Onikage hops up onto the apron and says some thing to Hardcore Sex who manages to throw Ethan into the guard rail. A double chair shot sends Prime down and they snatch the dazed Mortell who they toss into the ring, and follow suit by entering the ring themselves. Tony goes over to them to raise their arms in victory when Onikage nods his head and Jack tosses the referee out of the ring as well!
CL: What the fuck are they doing?!
CM: Maybe they want to let Liam celebrate with them?
JH: To treat the senior referee in such a way!
Felix and Steve take turns punching with their bare knuckles on the forehead of the English Gentlemen as he is on his knees. FIWs Morning Star retrieves Kiyoshis hooded coat and his championships for him, and the championships that belong to the two men punching Liam. Nakahata puts his hood back on and pulls down on it as he slings the belts over his shoulders, Jack waving up to some thing that begins to lower down from the rafters. Hardcore Sex strike jackpot when crimson liquid starts to gush from a cut theyve made over the eyebrow of Mortell who cries out in agony.
CM: This is odd
JH: What in the world are they doing what is that?!
CL: Oh fuck me silly and slap me on the ass
A giant iron cross shines and reflects the lights of the arena as it lowers down from the ceiling and gently touches down on the canvas. Several officials try to get in and stop this but Hardcore Sex and Crackerjack stop them, and snatch a micro phone from them in the midst of doing so. Jack bashes Liam over the head with one of the tag belts to further cause gushing that result with the blood covering most of his face by now in a crimson mask. Onikage says some thing else and the Rejects all start working on the cross and Mortell in a huddle, not letting the fans see what is going on.
JH: They cant they wouldnt
CL: Mock the most popular religion in America and most of the world? Yeah, seems so.
CM: This is madness
Music dies and the fans grow into a hush as after a few moments the Rejects part and the Savior of Sorrow tugs on the line. Slowly it goes back up the way it came into the rafters and with it the iron cross to which Liam Mortell is tied and strapped onto now! Worse yet that gets a soft hiss from the crowd is when it becomes clear, the cross and the veteran are actually hanging upside down on the line! The micro phone starts to pick up Onikages delighted cackle as Hardcore Sex sling their championships over their shoulders & Jack stands underneath the hanging.
CL: Fuck
CM: They took it a step further, didnt they?
JH: Yes Chip, they did They truly dont know any bounds! Some bodys gotta help Liam for Gods sake!
The five Rejects take a moment to stop and let the blood rain down from the heavens onto them, the crimson liquid staining Onikages all white attire. Likewise the masked monsters wifebeater starts to be stained with blood as is Hardcore Sexs outfits and Kiyoshis hood. Prime tries to get back into the ring to maybe still stop this when Hardcore Sex meets him off and the three trade shots, with the tag team getting the best of him in the end. Adams slowly starts to stir at ringside despite this he seems unaware of what is going on as blood continues to shower the ring and Onikage taps the micro phone.
Onikage: My, my, my
Those three little words are enough to get the fans to jeer and widens the smile on the painted features of the Reject.
Onikage: Perhaps you mindless robots can help us with some thing, did the Boss say some thing about a war, about us being wanted men?
A splatter of blood hits the Straight Edge Artist right on top of his head and runs down the side of his face, the fans murmur in response to his question.
Onikage: Weve been wanted men since the each of the days weve stepped into this promotion and for all the wrong reasons ladies and gentlemen. Because this guy has white hair, because this one is big and wears a mask, because so and so has a different sexual preference, because he likes the darker things in life. Again, and again, and again, and again, and again weve been treated with elitism that is on par with Nazi Germany in its prime. And, to use your own religious iconography dear Liam Mortell is the martyr, the sacrificial lamb that pays for every stone cast against us that constructed what he hangs from.
His index finger pointed towards the iron cross that hangs from the ceiling and more blood splashes against them and the canvas. Blood starts coming down in gallops that go all over the Savior of Sorrows white attire, turning it more and more into an all red attire.
Onikage: Consider this a mercy plea to you, Boss, and a warning to all those that attempt to oppose what we are building and creating in this time and day. You dont want a war with us, trust me, for a war with us will result in more men like Mortell being hung both figuratively and literally. There will be a pile of bodies that could be stacked to be a stair way to the heavens themselves by the time we were through and that isnt some thing you want. Resign to the fact that we took your general manager, we have him and we will continue to do with him as we like and continue to do as we like and move on.
To illustrate his point the Messiah of the Mind gesture with his free hand as if he were motioning towards the bodies theyd leave behind them. Crackerjack out spreads his arms and looks as if hes ready to embrace the blood that is falling down onto him as Kiyoshi lowers his hooded head.
Onikage: And, as I said it is a warning, it is a warning shot to all those fools on the roster that believe they have the power and might to stop us and stop change. You cant stop change any more than you can prevent the hands on the clock from ticking away minutes of our life spans. Just like the hands of the clock your age has come and gone or in some cases your age will never become a reality to begin with. This goes out to you James Brody, to you Ethan Adams, to you Grantland Rice, to you Scott Draven, to you Cole Summons, to you Kennedy Sommers, to you James OBrien and yes, even you Wolfgang Hardcastle.
Each name that he utters when it leaves his white lips gets a small cheer and applause from the fans that get a odd mixture of a smile & a snarl from Onikage for this. The Fierce One and the Emo Kid hold their championships into the air and watch as Mortells blood hits the golden plates and smears against it.
Onikage: The Boss wanted to think this would be the first shot heard of a war that would bring about the death of the Rejects as a whole. I congratulate him on being able to take out some of our fallen brothers and on him being partially right about what tonight would be. There is most certainly a shot tonight and a shot heard through out the world itself but that shot that was fired was fired by our hand as it always has been. We hold the smoking barrel just as we hold all the cards, and like warriors before us we will ravish & pillage and drink the blood of our enemies!
As soon as that last sentence cheerfully leaves his mouth he cranes back his neck and allows several drippings of crimson to fall straight into his mouth! FIWs Morning Star brings back his head and swallows the substance to audible disgusted gasps and groans from the audience, his soulless white eyes stare into the camera.
Onikage: Listen very carefully to my words, reject what you know. We are here to stay.
The now nearly completely in red Messiah of the Mind folds his arms into his classic X with a smile on his face as the champions hold their championships high & Jack revels in the blood. Suddenly the feed cuts out and leaves the viewers with nothing but static for several moments till it fades into the logo.