Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Oct 28, 2020 19:45:36 GMT -6
JANUARY 19TH, 2008
Just as quickly as the champion gets the arm bar locked in Liam rolls with it trying to get out and the competitors roll about the ring as the crowd get a bit worked up from the mat work being displayed in the ring. Liam manages to roll himself to the ropes and hooks his feet over with Fuzz calling immediately for the break on the attempted submission hold. The moment the hold is broke Liam dives over top of the champion and begins throttling with him with hard strikes to the head and Kiyoshi shoves upward with his legs and clutches back onto his arm once again. He wraps his legs around his opponents head and squeezes as firmly as possible only for the two to move into the ropes and Fuzz to call for a clean break. He has a hard time getting the two men apart and slaps the back of Mortell repeatedly trying to get the clean break. Liam repeatedly attempts to punch Kiyoshi in the head and Fuzz then begins to physically remove him from the champion but Mortell is putting quite a fight trying to get his hands on his rival.
CM: Not looking like much of an English Gentlemen now is he.
JH: Would you be after an attack such as the one that Liam fell victim to last week?
Ethan: Dont fuel the fire of his whining. What happened to Liam is because of him being the weak link of the team. You would have never seen someone like ETHAN ADAMS hanging upside down from a cross bloodied.
Fuzz tries with all his being to get Mortell off but just cannot muster the strength to pull the determined contender from the champion. Instead Liam pulls Kiyoshi away from the ropes by a leg and rolls him into a single leg crab distributing most of his weight as far back for ultimate pressure on the champions back. The official switches his attention from breaking the two up now to Kiyoshi and whether he wants to submit. This however is the furthest from what Kiyoshi wants to do even though hes in a considerable amount of pain from the submission maneuver. Kiyoshi pulls up with his hands and reaches out toward the ropes only for Mortell to drop his weight down on the champion again and reel back his weight on his victims back. Kiyoshi pushes up again relieving the pressure from his back once again and then shifts his weight and brings a foot up to his opponents head at the same time. This allows him to roll onto his back but Liam holds onto the leg for dear life in an attempt to cause further damage. Nakahata now has the distance from the ropes to reach them and grabs hold of the bottom rope. Fuzz come straight in breaking the two men up and peels Liam off pushing him back toward a neutral corner.
Now with Liam not clutching to his leg Kiyoshi moves back to his feet stretching his leg and back and keeps a watchful eye on Mortell. On the outside of the ring FIWs Morning Star calls out encouragement to the champion and even a couple of words of advice. The champ nods slightly to acknowledge the assistance of his advisor. He then moves in toward Liam whom is doing the same and this time Liam goes low grabbing the champion around the waist and hoists him off his feet. Then shifting his weight he drives the champ spine first into the mat with a spine buster.
CL: SPINE .
JH: SHATTERING!!!
CM: Fuck you both. I hope you both piss muriatic acid!
Liam then gets back to his feet and drops a quick boot on Kiyoshis shoulder and then is prompt to follow up with a knee drop to the armpit area where he grabs hold of the arm working it over even further. Kiyoshi rolls his hips and onto his stomach squirming his way out of the arm wrench. Liam releases the hold upon Kiyoshis movement and grabs him around the neck pulling him up into a side headlock. The champ slaps the ribs of Mortell and back steps into the ropes with both mens weight. He then manages to launch Liam off sending him toward the opposing ropes. Liam hits the ropes and rebounds back toward the champion who attempts a jumping knee. However, Mortell baseball slides at the last possible moment and straight under the champion. He climbs back to his feet behind his opponent and leaps into the air with a drop kick to the back that sends Nakahata staggering forward into the ropes. The English Gentlemen then scrambles in after his opponent grabbing him around the waist and pulls back. Kiyoshi though hooks his arms into the ropes and shoots his opponent off and rolling across the mat behind him.
As the DC turns around he has Liam in his sights and watches his opponent stand to the upright before charging forward full force and levels him with a spear. Nakahata then climbs back to his feet and moves in quickly dropping a knee over his opponents head. Liam shoots straight up holding his forehead in pain. Kiyoshi reaches right down scooping him up to his feet he then pulls him in like he is going for a suplex but Liam shows signs of fight as he drives a knee into his opponents ribs. He then fires off with a European uppercut that staggers him back slightly and then grabs him by an arm and turns hurling him over his shoulder with a Judo throw.
JH: Looks like Liam is showing Kiyoshi he too know some Judo.
CL: That Ippon Seoinage looked like it was going to rip his shoulder out of socket.
Ethan: Usually a set up to the ATC. Could I have a new champion to challenge?
Just as Ethan predicted Liam moves in wrapping his legs around the neck and arm of Kiyoshi going for the Arm Triangle Choke finish. The champion senses what is coming and quickly scrambles to pull himself free and slides out of the ring taking the time to collect his thoughts and have counsel with Onikage who moves into him quickly. In the ring Liam climbs to his feet and moves to the ropes calling out to Kiyoshi to get back in but Fuzz attempts to keep this match by the books and ushers him back to the middle of the ring. He then begins to count the champion out of the match as he and Onikage exchange game plan.
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The treble
I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz
I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a fuckin' minute
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In a minute, minute
In a second
I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
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Switching from the credits, the scene opens inside of the Yokohama Arena in Yokohama, Japan and the camera pans around, observing the cheering fans in attendance as a number of fireworks erupt for the Hell of it. The camera then cuts to the announce table, occupied by regulars Chip Martin, Jonathon Hitchen and Constance Loire.
JH: Good evening and welcoming to ReVolt Against The Champions four! Im Jonathon Hitchen, alongside my colleagues Constance Loire and Chip Martin. And what a night we have for you, folks!
CM: I couldve said that so much better, but regardless, a great night indeed. A whole host of Championship matches tonight; infact, every belt is on the line. You cant ask for more than that from free television, can you?
JH: I dont see why not. Actually, you could ask for a lot more if you thought about it..
CL: Like more channels and a kitchen show that not only cooks for you, but actually does it in real-time so that you can write down the recipes, rather than making a mess of French toast? Damn that show..
CM: Unresolved kitchen issues, Constance?
Before any more can be said, the PA drowns out the arena with the sounds of Quincy Jones Ironside as the house lights begin flashing in sequence to the sirens. As the infamous trumpet piece finishes, a pair of golden fireworks erupt from the stage and the music switches to A View To A Kill by Duran Duran in time for the first verse. With everyones attention focused on the entrance area, Ash Koopa walks out from the backstage area and steps through the gateway, admiring the fans with a smug grin on his face. He places his hands on his hips and looks around the arena, then casually saunters down the steps and along the aisle for the ringside area.
MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your opening contest for the evening. Making his return to Full Intensity Wrestling; he hails from Reading, England and weighs in at two-hundred and sixty-seven pounds. This is ASH KOOPA!!
Ash raises his hand to acknowledge his name, then begins yelling at the fans either side of him, before stomping up the ring steps. Pausing momentarily to look around once again, Ash mounts the middle rope and extends his arms, motioning for some noise from the Japanese crowd, who remain relatively silent. With a sour look on his face, Ash steps onto the top turnbuckle pad and jumps down to the apron, then charges across the ring and runs himself off the ropes. He quickly comes to a halt in the middle of the ring and removes his ring jacket, before heading over to the ropes and handing it to a ringside attendant.
CL: Well, looks like its match time. Ash Koopa is making his return to the company, with a very different attitude I might add. So much so, that I dont actually know what to make of him right now.
JH: Ill be honest; I dont like him. Weve seen a one-eighty flip in his attitude and it really is just horrible. Hes become a one-man appreciation club for himself.
CM: Id say the same, based on the fact that he dressed as a school girl and toyed with me emotionally. But Im willing to give him a chance and see what happens.
CL: I dont see how he toyed with you. He didnt do anything specifically for you, like a lap dance or something sexual. I think youre embarrassed because, for a split second, you had the hots for him..
CM: Shut your yap, before I shut it for you.
Suddenly, the opening chords to Headstrong by Trapt ring across the Yokohama Arena and the lights dim, giving way to flashing red strobes on the stage. As golden sparks fall from the top of the set, Dragon emerges from the gateway with his head down. He slowly raises his head and looks to the ring, then makes his way down the steps and along the aisle, slapping hands with the few interested fans.
MA: And the opponent, coming to us from Houston Texas. Weighing two-hundred and fifty pounds; this is DRAGON!!
Upon reaching the ringside area, Dragon quickly bounds up the steps and ducks through the ropes, pointing at Ash as he gets his bearings. As Ash holds up his hands innocently, Dragon heads left to the corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle pad, then lifts his arms and flexes his muscles for the applauding Japanese fans. Whilst Dragon poses for the fans, Ash motions to Michael Anderson and takes the microphone, then patiently waits behind his opponent in the middle of the ring. Dragon jumps down from the middle turnbuckle and turns around, coming face-to-face with Ash, prompting him to take a step back and raise his guard in preparation for a possible attack.
Ash: Yknow, for a nobody, youve got a pretty impressive entrance. I figured the nicest thing that the office could do was to pay you for your time. But hey, you get some decent music, a video and pyro. You must be the happiest Dragon in the world right about now.
Forcing a smile, Ash reaches forward and ruffles Dragons hair, prompting Dragon to push Ashs hand away. Looking slightly offended, Ash takes a few steps backward to the middle of the ring and points an accusing finger at Dragon.
Ash: Dont get ideas above your station, kid. Now, Ill get to you in a second, because I have a little bit of business to address. Something concerning Shaun Wilson and a pay-per-view with a name that, for the life of me, I cannot pronounce..
JH: I believe Ash is referring to Nensai Senjou, our first pay-per-view of the new year and its to be held on February second.
CL: How about that for a plug? Impressive stuff, Hitchen
Turning away from Dragon, Ash focuses his attentions on the nearest camera to him and stabs another accusing finger in its direction.
Ash: This is just a quick shout-out to all my boys; Drake Love, Nightmare, Nick Allen, Jay Bain, Shaun Wilson and anyone else who feels like getting involved in this open invitational ladder match. The one match you say I dont belong in, Shaun, where the Flycore Championship is up for grabs. Ill make this very simple for all of you. By Hell or high water, Im winning it.
With nothing more to say on that matter, Ash turns away from the camera and puts his attention back on Dragon, who stands with his back to the turnbuckle as he talks to Mark Jackson. Smirking, Ash casually makes his way back over to Dragon and rests his left hand on Dragons shoulder, prompting him to push it off. Begrudgingly, Ash takes a step back and holds his hands up apologetically.
Ash: Listen, Dragon, I want to apologise. Ive been awfully busy for the last couple of days, which is why I wasnt able to meet up with you and go over the match before bell time. But dont worry, you wont have to rely on wrestling training to call the match. Youre not ready for that sort of thing and Im not really feeling this crowd, which is why Ive done you a massive favour. Late last night, I scripted the entire match and typed it up on a sheet of paper for you. This way, we can just refer back to the sheet after every exchange in order to produce a decent match..
CM: A script?
Reaching into his grappling shorts, Ash produces two pieces of folded up paper, offering one out to Dragon. Eyeing the paper suspiciously, Dragon edges close to Ash and quickly reaches out to grab the sheet, before taking a step back to keep the distance. As Dragon unfolds the paper, Ash nods, then turns and looks around at the quiet crowd.
Ash: I dont know if you people can understand what Im saying, but if you do, look under your seats. Youll each find a copy of the script there too and Ive included, for your benefit, a sleeper hold which will be applied for about six minutes, allowing you all to get up and go to the bathroom, get some merchandise or whatever you want. Then youll come back and well take it home with a couple of false finishes to get you all warmed up for the rest of the show.
JH: Hey, theres a script under my seat too!
Ash: Oh, and commentator guys, youve each got a script. And for your benefit, Ive actually thrown in some phrases you can use to help you call a good match for once. I dont want your bickering to bring down this match for the audience viewing at home.
CM: Is he saying were bad commentators?
JH: You, possibly. Im intrigued as to why Im meant to be screaming my head off before the match even starts. I mean, it says I have to list all of Ashs accomplishments and call him the greatest Englishman to have ever lived.
CL: Thats not bad. Mine says I have to declare my love for him..
Clearly enjoying the moment, Ash turns his attentions back to Dragon and unfolds the sheet of paper in his hands. The two men stand in silence for a brief moment, following the text on the paper, before Dragon looks up at Ash.
Ash: So, the first thing were supposed to do is circle the ring a few times and exchange headl-
Out of nowhere, Ash lunges forward and kicks Dragon in the face with the sole of his boot, knocking his opponent to the canvas in a heap. As a chorus of jeers rise up from the Japanese fans, Ash screws up the script and throws it into the crowd, then turns and yells at Mark Jackson. Dragon clutches his head in agony from the shot as Ash casually drops the microphone on the floor, whilst at the same time, Mark motions for the bell to start the match.
[/color]The rock
The mic
The treble
I like my coffee black just like my metal
With the bass
The rock
The mic
The treble
I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz
I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a fuckin' minute
I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a second
I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS
I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.
I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS
I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.
la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh
The bass
The rock
The mic
The treble
I like my coffee black just like my metal
With the bass
The rock
The mic
The treble
I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz
I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a fuckin' minute
I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a second
I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS
I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.
I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS
I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.
I don't find it funny right now
Right now
I want my m-m-m-money right now
Now
I'm on my way to the party right now
Right now
I don't find it funny right now
Right now
I want my m-m-m-money right now
Now
I'm on my way to the party right now
Right now
Because the break
The break
THE BREAK
I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS
I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.
I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS
I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.[/align]
Switching from the credits, the scene opens inside of the Yokohama Arena in Yokohama, Japan and the camera pans around, observing the cheering fans in attendance as a number of fireworks erupt for the Hell of it. The camera then cuts to the announce table, occupied by regulars Chip Martin, Jonathon Hitchen and Constance Loire.
JH: Good evening and welcoming to ReVolt Against The Champions four! Im Jonathon Hitchen, alongside my colleagues Constance Loire and Chip Martin. And what a night we have for you, folks!
CM: I couldve said that so much better, but regardless, a great night indeed. A whole host of Championship matches tonight; infact, every belt is on the line. You cant ask for more than that from free television, can you?
JH: I dont see why not. Actually, you could ask for a lot more if you thought about it..
CL: Like more channels and a kitchen show that not only cooks for you, but actually does it in real-time so that you can write down the recipes, rather than making a mess of French toast? Damn that show..
CM: Unresolved kitchen issues, Constance?
Before any more can be said, the PA drowns out the arena with the sounds of Quincy Jones Ironside as the house lights begin flashing in sequence to the sirens. As the infamous trumpet piece finishes, a pair of golden fireworks erupt from the stage and the music switches to A View To A Kill by Duran Duran in time for the first verse. With everyones attention focused on the entrance area, Ash Koopa walks out from the backstage area and steps through the gateway, admiring the fans with a smug grin on his face. He places his hands on his hips and looks around the arena, then casually saunters down the steps and along the aisle for the ringside area.
MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your opening contest for the evening. Making his return to Full Intensity Wrestling; he hails from Reading, England and weighs in at two-hundred and sixty-seven pounds. This is ASH KOOPA!!
Ash raises his hand to acknowledge his name, then begins yelling at the fans either side of him, before stomping up the ring steps. Pausing momentarily to look around once again, Ash mounts the middle rope and extends his arms, motioning for some noise from the Japanese crowd, who remain relatively silent. With a sour look on his face, Ash steps onto the top turnbuckle pad and jumps down to the apron, then charges across the ring and runs himself off the ropes. He quickly comes to a halt in the middle of the ring and removes his ring jacket, before heading over to the ropes and handing it to a ringside attendant.
CL: Well, looks like its match time. Ash Koopa is making his return to the company, with a very different attitude I might add. So much so, that I dont actually know what to make of him right now.
JH: Ill be honest; I dont like him. Weve seen a one-eighty flip in his attitude and it really is just horrible. Hes become a one-man appreciation club for himself.
CM: Id say the same, based on the fact that he dressed as a school girl and toyed with me emotionally. But Im willing to give him a chance and see what happens.
CL: I dont see how he toyed with you. He didnt do anything specifically for you, like a lap dance or something sexual. I think youre embarrassed because, for a split second, you had the hots for him..
CM: Shut your yap, before I shut it for you.
Suddenly, the opening chords to Headstrong by Trapt ring across the Yokohama Arena and the lights dim, giving way to flashing red strobes on the stage. As golden sparks fall from the top of the set, Dragon emerges from the gateway with his head down. He slowly raises his head and looks to the ring, then makes his way down the steps and along the aisle, slapping hands with the few interested fans.
MA: And the opponent, coming to us from Houston Texas. Weighing two-hundred and fifty pounds; this is DRAGON!!
Upon reaching the ringside area, Dragon quickly bounds up the steps and ducks through the ropes, pointing at Ash as he gets his bearings. As Ash holds up his hands innocently, Dragon heads left to the corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle pad, then lifts his arms and flexes his muscles for the applauding Japanese fans. Whilst Dragon poses for the fans, Ash motions to Michael Anderson and takes the microphone, then patiently waits behind his opponent in the middle of the ring. Dragon jumps down from the middle turnbuckle and turns around, coming face-to-face with Ash, prompting him to take a step back and raise his guard in preparation for a possible attack.
Ash: Yknow, for a nobody, youve got a pretty impressive entrance. I figured the nicest thing that the office could do was to pay you for your time. But hey, you get some decent music, a video and pyro. You must be the happiest Dragon in the world right about now.
Forcing a smile, Ash reaches forward and ruffles Dragons hair, prompting Dragon to push Ashs hand away. Looking slightly offended, Ash takes a few steps backward to the middle of the ring and points an accusing finger at Dragon.
Ash: Dont get ideas above your station, kid. Now, Ill get to you in a second, because I have a little bit of business to address. Something concerning Shaun Wilson and a pay-per-view with a name that, for the life of me, I cannot pronounce..
JH: I believe Ash is referring to Nensai Senjou, our first pay-per-view of the new year and its to be held on February second.
CL: How about that for a plug? Impressive stuff, Hitchen
Turning away from Dragon, Ash focuses his attentions on the nearest camera to him and stabs another accusing finger in its direction.
Ash: This is just a quick shout-out to all my boys; Drake Love, Nightmare, Nick Allen, Jay Bain, Shaun Wilson and anyone else who feels like getting involved in this open invitational ladder match. The one match you say I dont belong in, Shaun, where the Flycore Championship is up for grabs. Ill make this very simple for all of you. By Hell or high water, Im winning it.
With nothing more to say on that matter, Ash turns away from the camera and puts his attention back on Dragon, who stands with his back to the turnbuckle as he talks to Mark Jackson. Smirking, Ash casually makes his way back over to Dragon and rests his left hand on Dragons shoulder, prompting him to push it off. Begrudgingly, Ash takes a step back and holds his hands up apologetically.
Ash: Listen, Dragon, I want to apologise. Ive been awfully busy for the last couple of days, which is why I wasnt able to meet up with you and go over the match before bell time. But dont worry, you wont have to rely on wrestling training to call the match. Youre not ready for that sort of thing and Im not really feeling this crowd, which is why Ive done you a massive favour. Late last night, I scripted the entire match and typed it up on a sheet of paper for you. This way, we can just refer back to the sheet after every exchange in order to produce a decent match..
CM: A script?
Reaching into his grappling shorts, Ash produces two pieces of folded up paper, offering one out to Dragon. Eyeing the paper suspiciously, Dragon edges close to Ash and quickly reaches out to grab the sheet, before taking a step back to keep the distance. As Dragon unfolds the paper, Ash nods, then turns and looks around at the quiet crowd.
Ash: I dont know if you people can understand what Im saying, but if you do, look under your seats. Youll each find a copy of the script there too and Ive included, for your benefit, a sleeper hold which will be applied for about six minutes, allowing you all to get up and go to the bathroom, get some merchandise or whatever you want. Then youll come back and well take it home with a couple of false finishes to get you all warmed up for the rest of the show.
JH: Hey, theres a script under my seat too!
Ash: Oh, and commentator guys, youve each got a script. And for your benefit, Ive actually thrown in some phrases you can use to help you call a good match for once. I dont want your bickering to bring down this match for the audience viewing at home.
CM: Is he saying were bad commentators?
JH: You, possibly. Im intrigued as to why Im meant to be screaming my head off before the match even starts. I mean, it says I have to list all of Ashs accomplishments and call him the greatest Englishman to have ever lived.
CL: Thats not bad. Mine says I have to declare my love for him..
Clearly enjoying the moment, Ash turns his attentions back to Dragon and unfolds the sheet of paper in his hands. The two men stand in silence for a brief moment, following the text on the paper, before Dragon looks up at Ash.
Ash: So, the first thing were supposed to do is circle the ring a few times and exchange headl-
Out of nowhere, Ash lunges forward and kicks Dragon in the face with the sole of his boot, knocking his opponent to the canvas in a heap. As a chorus of jeers rise up from the Japanese fans, Ash screws up the script and throws it into the crowd, then turns and yells at Mark Jackson. Dragon clutches his head in agony from the shot as Ash casually drops the microphone on the floor, whilst at the same time, Mark motions for the bell to start the match.
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JH: I cant believe that cheap shot! I dont have a clue as to what was going on in Dragons head, whether he was buying all of this or not, but Ash took the opportunity and kicked Dragon between the eyes!
CL: As I said before, this is a new side to Ash that we havent seen before. And its all about gaining the attention of the fans.
CM: Well, after that kick, hes going to struggle getting Dragons attention for a couple of weeks. It looks like hes out cold!
JH: Hes moving, Chip. Just barely, but Dragon is moving.
With a smirk on his face, Ash pulls Dragon to his feet by his hair, ignoring the warning from Mark Jackson, then buries his knee into Dragons mid-section, forcing him to double-up. Ash follows up by bringing the point of his elbow down onto the back of Dragons head, sending him staggering into the corner, seemingly dazed on his feet. Giving chase, Ash kicks Dragon in the mid-section, then takes his left hand and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner, before charging forward and crushing Dragon with an avalanching clothesline against the turnbuckles. As Dragon stumbles out of the corner, Ash lifts him up for a standing firemans carry, then turns to the centre of the ring and hoists Dragon overhead, before dumping him face-down on the canvas. Unrelenting, Ash connects with an elbow drop to the back of Dragons neck, then rolls him over and drags his forearm across Dragons face.
CM: That was nasty; could bust a nose with a forearm like that.
CL: I think that was the sort of thing Ash was trying for.
Ash pulls Dragon to his feet and rocks him with a big haymaker to the jaw, before backing Dragon into the ropes and executing an Irish whip to send him charging across the ring. On the rebound, Ash ducks forward for a back body drop, only for Dragon to telegraph the move and kick Ash in the chest, before staggering backward into the ropes to get his bearings. Quickly recovering, Ash lunges forward at his opponent, only to have Dragon duck down and bridge the top rope, sending Ash sailing down to ringside.
JH: So much for being out of it, eh Chip? Dragon just caught Ash off-guard and sent him crashing to the mats.
CM: This may end up going down as the worst ever comeback match if Ash isnt too careful right now. The last thing you want to do is underestimate someone, even if it is Dragon.
CL: Well, theory dictates that hed have to win a match eventually..
Clutching at the back of his head, Dragon rolls under the bottom rope and connects with a stiff stomp to Ashs back, before pulling him up from the mats. Dragon attempts to throw a right hand, but is blocked, before Ash drives his knee into Dragons gut. With Dragon dazed, Ash grabs his left wrist and executes an Irish whip, only for Dragon to counter and send Ash charging into the chain link fencing. Looking rather uncomfortable, Ash lunges forward, running straight into a back body drop onto the hard ringside mats.
CL: Big body drop there by Dragon! Those mats are very effective in terms of breaking falls, especially considering there is solid concrete underneath!
JH: No kidding. Ashs back must be in a whole lot of pain right now. And he must be regretting kicking Dragon like that, as it seems to have woken the, well, the Dragon..
As the Yokohama crowd applaud, Dragon pulls Ash up to his feet and pushes him onto the apron, rolling him under the bottom rope into the ring. Whilst Ash stumbles to his feet, Dragon climbs onto the apron and scales the turnbuckles, then perches himself on top and waits patiently on his opponent. Clutching his back, Ash slowly turns around to find his opponent, prompting Dragon to dive from the top turnbuckle and nail Ash with a flying clothesline. With Ash down, Dragon scrambles on top and hooks both legs for the pin attempt.
JH: I cant believe that cheap shot! I dont have a clue as to what was going on in Dragons head, whether he was buying all of this or not, but Ash took the opportunity and kicked Dragon between the eyes!
CL: As I said before, this is a new side to Ash that we havent seen before. And its all about gaining the attention of the fans.
CM: Well, after that kick, hes going to struggle getting Dragons attention for a couple of weeks. It looks like hes out cold!
JH: Hes moving, Chip. Just barely, but Dragon is moving.
With a smirk on his face, Ash pulls Dragon to his feet by his hair, ignoring the warning from Mark Jackson, then buries his knee into Dragons mid-section, forcing him to double-up. Ash follows up by bringing the point of his elbow down onto the back of Dragons head, sending him staggering into the corner, seemingly dazed on his feet. Giving chase, Ash kicks Dragon in the mid-section, then takes his left hand and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner, before charging forward and crushing Dragon with an avalanching clothesline against the turnbuckles. As Dragon stumbles out of the corner, Ash lifts him up for a standing firemans carry, then turns to the centre of the ring and hoists Dragon overhead, before dumping him face-down on the canvas. Unrelenting, Ash connects with an elbow drop to the back of Dragons neck, then rolls him over and drags his forearm across Dragons face.
CM: That was nasty; could bust a nose with a forearm like that.
CL: I think that was the sort of thing Ash was trying for.
Ash pulls Dragon to his feet and rocks him with a big haymaker to the jaw, before backing Dragon into the ropes and executing an Irish whip to send him charging across the ring. On the rebound, Ash ducks forward for a back body drop, only for Dragon to telegraph the move and kick Ash in the chest, before staggering backward into the ropes to get his bearings. Quickly recovering, Ash lunges forward at his opponent, only to have Dragon duck down and bridge the top rope, sending Ash sailing down to ringside.
JH: So much for being out of it, eh Chip? Dragon just caught Ash off-guard and sent him crashing to the mats.
CM: This may end up going down as the worst ever comeback match if Ash isnt too careful right now. The last thing you want to do is underestimate someone, even if it is Dragon.
CL: Well, theory dictates that hed have to win a match eventually..
Clutching at the back of his head, Dragon rolls under the bottom rope and connects with a stiff stomp to Ashs back, before pulling him up from the mats. Dragon attempts to throw a right hand, but is blocked, before Ash drives his knee into Dragons gut. With Dragon dazed, Ash grabs his left wrist and executes an Irish whip, only for Dragon to counter and send Ash charging into the chain link fencing. Looking rather uncomfortable, Ash lunges forward, running straight into a back body drop onto the hard ringside mats.
CL: Big body drop there by Dragon! Those mats are very effective in terms of breaking falls, especially considering there is solid concrete underneath!
JH: No kidding. Ashs back must be in a whole lot of pain right now. And he must be regretting kicking Dragon like that, as it seems to have woken the, well, the Dragon..
As the Yokohama crowd applaud, Dragon pulls Ash up to his feet and pushes him onto the apron, rolling him under the bottom rope into the ring. Whilst Ash stumbles to his feet, Dragon climbs onto the apron and scales the turnbuckles, then perches himself on top and waits patiently on his opponent. Clutching his back, Ash slowly turns around to find his opponent, prompting Dragon to dive from the top turnbuckle and nail Ash with a flying clothesline. With Ash down, Dragon scrambles on top and hooks both legs for the pin attempt.
ONE
TWO
THRE- KICK OUT!![/align]
JH: Good grief, that was close! I dont think Dragon has ever been that close to winning a match before! Barely a micro-second away from scoring the three count!
CL: Can you imagine what is going through Ashs head right now? His big comeback match and Dragon almost pinned him. During the duration of his stay in this promotion, Dragon has never won a match!
CM: And thats not because hes been screwed time and again. Its because hes just plain awful. To lose to Dragon is like letting an egg beat you, rather than you beat the egg.
Dragon gets to his feet and pleads with Mark Jackson for a three count, to no avail. Reluctantly, Dragon focuses back on the match at hand and pulls Ash up from the canvas, before nailing him with a right hand punch to the jaw. With Ash dazed, Dragon scoops him up for a body slam, only for Ash to squirm free and land on his feet behind his opponent. Before Dragon can react, Ash hooks him from behind and snaps Dragon over, driving him face-first into the canvas with an inverted powerslam.
CL: What impact on that slam! Ash may just have swung this match back in his favour!
CM: Clever move as well. Even before the match started, Ash has been working on the head-slash-neck of Dragon and that dumped him right on his stupid face!
From his knees, Ash observes the crowd and takes a deep breath, sniffing the air and savouring the moment. As Dragon attempts to push himself off of the canvas, Ash moves forward and squats on Dragons back, then reaches around the front of his face with his right arm. Dragon attempts to break the hold grip, only for Ash to pull back on Dragons head, trapping him in an ironic Dragon Clutch submission hold. Desperate to escape the hold, Dragon claws at Ashs hands, but quickly abandons that idea and begins slapping the canvas with his hand to signal a submission.
JH: And weve got a submission; Ash wins the match!
As the bell sounds, Ash instantly releases the hold and gets to his feet, throwing his arms up in victory. The PA kicks into life with A View To A Kill and Mark Jackson motions to Ash, before dropping to the canvas and checking on Dragons condition.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission; ASH KOOPA!!
Ignoring the jeers of the Yokohama crowd, Ash thrusts his arms in the air again, then makes his way over to the ropes and steps out to the apron. He glances around at the fans and then stares at Dragon for a brief second with a content look on his face, before jumping down to the ringside mats. Ash slowly heads up the aisle toward the backstage area, raising his arms above his head and shouting at the fans either side of him, before the camera focuses back on Dragon in the ring, who is still down on the canvas.
CL: Despite winning, I dont think that was the impact Ash was looking to make. It may have been an impressive submission victory, with a modified Dragon sleeper, but most of the offence in that match has to go to Dragon..
JH: He certainly gave Ash a rather surprising run for his money at one point, and I doubt Ash was expecting that at all.
CM: Who would? With that losing streak as long as it is, Im surprised Dragon even turns up to compete on a regular basis. Id say theres no harm in trying, but with all of the abuse hes taken, there probably is.
JH: Yeah, definitely. Ash Koopa picks up the win with a Dragon clutch in our opening match. Stay tuned as weve got more matches coming up shortly.
JH: Our next match shall be a Hellcat Division bout!
CL: That is sure to be a massacre if there ever was one.
CM: Poor Rory even with the tattoos shes not that bad to look at.
JH: Smarty Smark has promised a path of destruction from his client to the championship she already had her shot at two weeks back!
CL: Which she fucked up with.
CM: You two talk all this crap but would either of you tell that she-male this to its face?
JH: Uh well I think that would be the job of a official honestly, not me.
CL: Pussy, Id do it.
CM: Sure
MA: The following contest is the second scheduled one for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt and it is set for one fall to a finish! It has been granted a fifteen minute time limit and your official for this bout is Michaela Menendez!
TWO
THRE- KICK OUT!![/align]
JH: Good grief, that was close! I dont think Dragon has ever been that close to winning a match before! Barely a micro-second away from scoring the three count!
CL: Can you imagine what is going through Ashs head right now? His big comeback match and Dragon almost pinned him. During the duration of his stay in this promotion, Dragon has never won a match!
CM: And thats not because hes been screwed time and again. Its because hes just plain awful. To lose to Dragon is like letting an egg beat you, rather than you beat the egg.
Dragon gets to his feet and pleads with Mark Jackson for a three count, to no avail. Reluctantly, Dragon focuses back on the match at hand and pulls Ash up from the canvas, before nailing him with a right hand punch to the jaw. With Ash dazed, Dragon scoops him up for a body slam, only for Ash to squirm free and land on his feet behind his opponent. Before Dragon can react, Ash hooks him from behind and snaps Dragon over, driving him face-first into the canvas with an inverted powerslam.
CL: What impact on that slam! Ash may just have swung this match back in his favour!
CM: Clever move as well. Even before the match started, Ash has been working on the head-slash-neck of Dragon and that dumped him right on his stupid face!
From his knees, Ash observes the crowd and takes a deep breath, sniffing the air and savouring the moment. As Dragon attempts to push himself off of the canvas, Ash moves forward and squats on Dragons back, then reaches around the front of his face with his right arm. Dragon attempts to break the hold grip, only for Ash to pull back on Dragons head, trapping him in an ironic Dragon Clutch submission hold. Desperate to escape the hold, Dragon claws at Ashs hands, but quickly abandons that idea and begins slapping the canvas with his hand to signal a submission.
JH: And weve got a submission; Ash wins the match!
As the bell sounds, Ash instantly releases the hold and gets to his feet, throwing his arms up in victory. The PA kicks into life with A View To A Kill and Mark Jackson motions to Ash, before dropping to the canvas and checking on Dragons condition.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission; ASH KOOPA!!
Ignoring the jeers of the Yokohama crowd, Ash thrusts his arms in the air again, then makes his way over to the ropes and steps out to the apron. He glances around at the fans and then stares at Dragon for a brief second with a content look on his face, before jumping down to the ringside mats. Ash slowly heads up the aisle toward the backstage area, raising his arms above his head and shouting at the fans either side of him, before the camera focuses back on Dragon in the ring, who is still down on the canvas.
CL: Despite winning, I dont think that was the impact Ash was looking to make. It may have been an impressive submission victory, with a modified Dragon sleeper, but most of the offence in that match has to go to Dragon..
JH: He certainly gave Ash a rather surprising run for his money at one point, and I doubt Ash was expecting that at all.
CM: Who would? With that losing streak as long as it is, Im surprised Dragon even turns up to compete on a regular basis. Id say theres no harm in trying, but with all of the abuse hes taken, there probably is.
JH: Yeah, definitely. Ash Koopa picks up the win with a Dragon clutch in our opening match. Stay tuned as weve got more matches coming up shortly.
JH: Our next match shall be a Hellcat Division bout!
CL: That is sure to be a massacre if there ever was one.
CM: Poor Rory even with the tattoos shes not that bad to look at.
JH: Smarty Smark has promised a path of destruction from his client to the championship she already had her shot at two weeks back!
CL: Which she fucked up with.
CM: You two talk all this crap but would either of you tell that she-male this to its face?
JH: Uh well I think that would be the job of a official honestly, not me.
CL: Pussy, Id do it.
CM: Sure
MA: The following contest is the second scheduled one for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt and it is set for one fall to a finish! It has been granted a fifteen minute time limit and your official for this bout is Michaela Menendez!
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth again
I am getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to never tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)[/align]
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.
CL: Dead bitch walking.
CM: Ah, poor Rory, she just cant catch a break.
JH: I wouldnt say her chances are compl-HEY!
Hitchens reaction is caused from the Hellcatzilla storming through the crowd and hopping over the guard rail behind her fellow competitors back. She hops up onto the apron and clubs Rory in the back of the head with a big lariat that sends her staggering forward blindly. The snorting giggles of Smarty ring out when he uses PBM as a foot stool to get up over the guard rail as well and leaves PBM to struggle to get over himself. Michaela looks shocked when Hembra enters over the top rope and reluctantly calls for the bell to start the match!
So confrontational
To tell the truth again
I am getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to never tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)[/align]
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.
CL: Dead bitch walking.
CM: Ah, poor Rory, she just cant catch a break.
JH: I wouldnt say her chances are compl-HEY!
Hitchens reaction is caused from the Hellcatzilla storming through the crowd and hopping over the guard rail behind her fellow competitors back. She hops up onto the apron and clubs Rory in the back of the head with a big lariat that sends her staggering forward blindly. The snorting giggles of Smarty ring out when he uses PBM as a foot stool to get up over the guard rail as well and leaves PBM to struggle to get over himself. Michaela looks shocked when Hembra enters over the top rope and reluctantly calls for the bell to start the match!
DING DING DING~!!![/align]
At a fast pace the Amazon of FIW closes in on her prey and whips her around to dish out a flurry of open handed slaps to the lovely facial features! Slap after slap cracks across the gothic make-up covered mush and turns it from a ghoulish pale to a bright cherry red to applause from the fans. That is until Smarty prances around ringside singing his clients praises, then they turn into the Japaneses signature hiss like jeers at both the client & the manager. FIWs Super Agent points towards the monstrous female just as she gives the mightiest slap yet to Drachenberg and sends her flipping through the air from it!
CM: .Are we absolutely certain this thing even has a gender?
JH: Ugh! Hembra attacks her opponent from behind and now is just throwing her weight around!
CL: Literally.
When RVD gets a fair enough distance away from her the Hellcatzilla rushes forward and collides her gigantic girth with the smaller frame in an avalanche press! It is more than enough to send the girl into the ropes and come back to eat a face full of an elbow strike that sends her legs into a spaghetti state. FIWs Amazon gives the other Hellcat a few more shots to the face and smears her make-up and gets her nose to start to bleed a little from the left nostril. Things go from bad to worse for Rory when Monstruo delivers a spinning back fist that implodes her nose, and sends blood flying every which direction! She collapses onto the mat and her foe looks ready to advance on her when Michaela gets in the way and calls for the bell!
JH: My word! She just destroyed Rorys nose with that Uraken!
CL: Just imagine if she does that to Lara or Roxie or even Jaime!
CM: Bad news for those ladies
At a fast pace the Amazon of FIW closes in on her prey and whips her around to dish out a flurry of open handed slaps to the lovely facial features! Slap after slap cracks across the gothic make-up covered mush and turns it from a ghoulish pale to a bright cherry red to applause from the fans. That is until Smarty prances around ringside singing his clients praises, then they turn into the Japaneses signature hiss like jeers at both the client & the manager. FIWs Super Agent points towards the monstrous female just as she gives the mightiest slap yet to Drachenberg and sends her flipping through the air from it!
CM: .Are we absolutely certain this thing even has a gender?
JH: Ugh! Hembra attacks her opponent from behind and now is just throwing her weight around!
CL: Literally.
When RVD gets a fair enough distance away from her the Hellcatzilla rushes forward and collides her gigantic girth with the smaller frame in an avalanche press! It is more than enough to send the girl into the ropes and come back to eat a face full of an elbow strike that sends her legs into a spaghetti state. FIWs Amazon gives the other Hellcat a few more shots to the face and smears her make-up and gets her nose to start to bleed a little from the left nostril. Things go from bad to worse for Rory when Monstruo delivers a spinning back fist that implodes her nose, and sends blood flying every which direction! She collapses onto the mat and her foe looks ready to advance on her when Michaela gets in the way and calls for the bell!
JH: My word! She just destroyed Rorys nose with that Uraken!
CL: Just imagine if she does that to Lara or Roxie or even Jaime!
CM: Bad news for those ladies
DING DING DING~!!![/align]
CL: Well that was short.
CM: Yeah, what was that? About two minutes?
JH: Some thing like th-what on Earth is he doing?!
MA: Your winner by referee stoppage HEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAA MMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNSSSSSTRRRRRUUUOOOOOO~!!!
Dismissively Hembra shoves the referee out of the way and when shes about to scold the Hellcat Smarty interjects himself by getting in the ring. He corners Michaela and yells, and threatens legal action if she so much as raises her voice against his client like she was about to. Mean while the Amazon stares down at the river of blood that is gushing out of the face of her fellow Hellcat and is making a small puddle of crimson. A puddle that is so rapidly growing that within seconds it is touching the tips of Monstruos boots.
CM: Uh oh
JH: Looks like shes not done yet! This is deplorable!
CL: This could be the next champion.
Two large hands come down around the neck and head of Drachenberg and pull her right up onto her feet, and hold her up there. Roughly the Hellcatzilla throws her victim into the standing head scissors position and hoists her up onto her shoulders with a graceful ease. She ignores Smartys antics with Michaela and barrels right towards the hard camera side of the ring, and straight towards the ropes with a building momentum. At the last possible second she stops & launches Rory over the top rope and she crashes spine first onto the top of the guard rail to gasps from the fans!
JH: DAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS~!!! Hembra just killed Rory with a modified version of the Bomba Del Monstruo!
CL: That bitch be dead.
CM: I think I pissed myself a little just now.
The camera zooms in on the snarling and growling features of FIWs Amazon as she glares down at the broken body of Rory Von Drachenberg. Smarty Smark leaves Michaela in a curled up ball in the corner and struts over to his client with his usual snorting giggle. He taunts the fans and pats the Hellcatzilla on the shoulder only for her to ungratefully shrug it off and continue to glare at the carnage shes caused. PBM hops up onto the apron and holds the ropes open for them when Hembra pauses to hold up her hands over her head to the camera like shes holding a belt.
We cut live to the ring where its already filled with many of the six-pack challenge competitors here tonight. Lara Toni, Drake Love and Roxie Galanoochie are already in their corners as Paparazzi blares over the speakers as Adam 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.
MA: Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds ADAM THE GREAT WHITE HYPE WWWIIIILLLSSSOOONNN!!!!
JH: Were back live with the six-pack challenge introductions in progress.
CM: The Great White Hype is joining Lara, Drake and Roxie in the ring. I wonder which one of those girls hes going to take out next to give Jaime an easy title defense.
CL: Could you clarify your implications?
CM: Come on! Isnt it obvious? Adam Wilson mauled T-Bird so that Jaime could have a cakewalk defense. She should get on her knees and thank him.
JH: Dont think your crude insinuation went unnoticed, Chip. And for the record, nobody, including Adam Wilson, knew T-Bird would be the first to accept the Hellcat Division open challenge.
The guitars of Alive And Kicking blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage
CL: Well that was short.
CM: Yeah, what was that? About two minutes?
JH: Some thing like th-what on Earth is he doing?!
MA: Your winner by referee stoppage HEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAA MMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNSSSSSTRRRRRUUUOOOOOO~!!!
Dismissively Hembra shoves the referee out of the way and when shes about to scold the Hellcat Smarty interjects himself by getting in the ring. He corners Michaela and yells, and threatens legal action if she so much as raises her voice against his client like she was about to. Mean while the Amazon stares down at the river of blood that is gushing out of the face of her fellow Hellcat and is making a small puddle of crimson. A puddle that is so rapidly growing that within seconds it is touching the tips of Monstruos boots.
CM: Uh oh
JH: Looks like shes not done yet! This is deplorable!
CL: This could be the next champion.
Two large hands come down around the neck and head of Drachenberg and pull her right up onto her feet, and hold her up there. Roughly the Hellcatzilla throws her victim into the standing head scissors position and hoists her up onto her shoulders with a graceful ease. She ignores Smartys antics with Michaela and barrels right towards the hard camera side of the ring, and straight towards the ropes with a building momentum. At the last possible second she stops & launches Rory over the top rope and she crashes spine first onto the top of the guard rail to gasps from the fans!
JH: DAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS~!!! Hembra just killed Rory with a modified version of the Bomba Del Monstruo!
CL: That bitch be dead.
CM: I think I pissed myself a little just now.
The camera zooms in on the snarling and growling features of FIWs Amazon as she glares down at the broken body of Rory Von Drachenberg. Smarty Smark leaves Michaela in a curled up ball in the corner and struts over to his client with his usual snorting giggle. He taunts the fans and pats the Hellcatzilla on the shoulder only for her to ungratefully shrug it off and continue to glare at the carnage shes caused. PBM hops up onto the apron and holds the ropes open for them when Hembra pauses to hold up her hands over her head to the camera like shes holding a belt.
We cut live to the ring where its already filled with many of the six-pack challenge competitors here tonight. Lara Toni, Drake Love and Roxie Galanoochie are already in their corners as Paparazzi blares over the speakers as Adam 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.
MA: Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds ADAM THE GREAT WHITE HYPE WWWIIIILLLSSSOOONNN!!!!
JH: Were back live with the six-pack challenge introductions in progress.
CM: The Great White Hype is joining Lara, Drake and Roxie in the ring. I wonder which one of those girls hes going to take out next to give Jaime an easy title defense.
CL: Could you clarify your implications?
CM: Come on! Isnt it obvious? Adam Wilson mauled T-Bird so that Jaime could have a cakewalk defense. She should get on her knees and thank him.
JH: Dont think your crude insinuation went unnoticed, Chip. And for the record, nobody, including Adam Wilson, knew T-Bird would be the first to accept the Hellcat Division open challenge.
The guitars of Alive And Kicking blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage
I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align]
The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to Alive And Kicking stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway.
MA: In the ring, weighing in at two hundred and sixty eight pounds, from Leamington Spa, England he is the Career Killer-- ELLLLRRRIIICCKKK!
CM: If looks could kill.
JH: Drake Love fancies himself the true Career Killer. Makes you wonder how this match is going to unfold. Jim OBrien implied hes gunning for Roxie Galanoochie. And now this little squabble Drake has started with Elrick.
CL: And dont forget Chips implication that Adam wants to give Jaime easy title defenses. Does that mean hes going to take out Roxie too? Or maybe Lara?
[align=center]The opening keyboards of "Perfect Strangers" slice through the PA like a knife, immediately grabbing the FIW crowd's attention. And with two chimes of the cymbals, the heavy guitars kick in, goring the fan's eardrums like a rhino. The fans then rise to their feet as Bruce Dickinson's vocals screech over the PA as Jim O'Brien makes his way to the stage from behind the curtain.
CAN YOU REMEMBER
REMEMBER MY NAME?
AS I FLOW THROUGH YOUR LIFE
O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards his opponents, 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 and then over the top rope.[/align]
No sooner than Jim steps over the ropes he makes a B-Line for Roxie Galanoochie! Showing her sense (surprising, isnt it?) Roxie bolts from the ring. In a very surprising move, Jim then takes out the first person in his path Adam Wilson! The Great White Hype finds himself locked up by the Monster and SLAMMED OKLAHOMA STYLE!
JH: Oh my God! Jim starting this match off rather aggressively!
CL: Adam Wilson looks to have gotten caught in the crossfire.
JH: Indeed. Jim was headed for Roxie but Adam ended up suffering as a result.
DING-DING!
The sound of the bell sends the surprised competitors out to the apron. Orion shouts some form of complaint about Lara Toni not even getting the option to start the contest but she seems content to begin on the apron for the moment. Roxie finally climbs back onto the apron, warily watching Jim pound away on Adam Wilson with clubbing blows. Elrick shouts encouragement(?) to Jim in the ring? Hey, just because its every man for himself doesnt mean the good old fashion faces dont support other good old fashion faces beating on heels. Speaking of heel, Drake glares across the ring at an unaware of Elrick.
CM: So many combustible elements in this match tonight. I wonder whos going to lose their cool first-- err, second.
CL: I was going to say, Jim is the first.
JH: Who is that on the stage?
Something that doesnt go unaware is the arrival of two individuals on the stage. A spotlight rushes to illuminate them and Elrick cant help but glare at the entrance being made by Onikage and Crackerjack. Meanwhile in the ring, Jim continues to take it to Adam. He drags the Hype up and THROWS HIM OVER WITH A T-BONE SUPLEX! With impressive strength, Jim actually keeps a hold of Adam and stands with him DRIVING HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINEBUSTER!
JH: Even more fuel being thrown into this fire tonight. Crackerjack and Onikage. And their eyes are set on the same man thats staring right back at them.
CL: Elrick better remain focused on this match like he originally planned.
CM: Why? This has turned into Jim slaughtering Adam while everyone else watches.
Jim turns away from his destruction on Adam to glare and point warningly at Roxie on the apron. The hellcat talks some trash back from the safety of the apron and probably because she sees that Adam Wilson is rising back to his feet. The Great White Hype rakes the eyes of Jim as he turns around SMACKING his chest with a open-handed chop! Adam fires away at Jim, knocking him back into the ropes before trying an Irish Whip. Jim plays that game just to give himself an easy opportunity to counter. Adam hits the ropes and comes back into ducking a clothesline! He hits the ropes again and comes back, grabbing Jims mullet in a headlock and DRIVING HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!
JH: Impressive speed from Adam Wilson on display. Thats the best way to combat the Monster of TNT.
CL: There is no TNT anymore.
JH: Then I guess that leaves Jim the one and only Monster of TNT, doesnt it?
Adam drops into a mounted position on Jims back, grabbing a handful of mullet and PUNCHING JIM RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL! Jim suffers every concussion-attempting blow from Adams knuckles and forces himself to sit up on his hands and knees. Adam finds himself now playing horsey with Jim? Jim goes one step further and actually pushes himself up to his feet with Adam holding onto his back! The Great White Hype nails a vicious crossface before locking Jim up AND DROPPING HIM WITH A REVERSE DDT!
JH: Say what you want about Jim but that is one strong S.O.B. And hes very determined no matter the situation.
CM: To a fault, as were seeing.
CL: Adam Wilson has hit two very impact-ful moves on Jim here. And it looks to be taking a toll.
Adam rolls away from Jim, making a tag to a startled Roxie. Adam motions to the ring and yells Get in there! before exiting to the apron. Roxie shakes her head and yells at Adam who once again waves his arm to the ring, as if inviting Roxie enter Disneyland. RK argues with Roxie, telling her she has to come into the ring.
CL: Adam makes a tag to Roxie and I have to question why at this point.
CM: Dont you get it! By tagging her in while Jims in there, hes basically guaranteeing her destruction and say it with me, gentlemen.
JH: Giving Jaime an easy title defense at Nensai Senjou. Yeah, yeah! We get it, Chip.
Roxie cautiously steps in under the middle rope, eyeing Jim with an uncertain fear in her eyes. Jim takes his time getting to his feet, holding neck in the process and getting tagged in the back by Drake Love. The Milehigh Madman apparently has no reservations about stepping in the ring against Roxie Galanoochie. In fact, he steps into the center of the ring and flexes his muscles to show his physical advantage over Roxie?
JH: Blind tag to Jim from Drake.
CM: Anyone remember when Drake had a similar cause as Adam? Ironically, also started because of Jaime.
CL: Drakes quest to rid of FIW of the hellcats was short-lived but now that hes back and focused on destruction, it would seem he sees Roxie as the first casualty?
JH: Or he sees her as an easy victory. Not that Im implying anything, of course.
Drake calls for a test of strength to determine this contest between him and Roxie. The Zaibatsu hellcat cant believe Drakes request but eventually agrees to it anyways. Cautiously she approaches and they lock their first hands together before the others met. Instantly Drake takes over, wrenching Roxies hands downward! The hellcat rips one hand away, throwing a kick into Drakes ribs she twirls around, ripping her second hand free and knocks Drakes legs out from underneath him! Roxie bridges over into a quick cover!
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align]
The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to Alive And Kicking stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway.
MA: In the ring, weighing in at two hundred and sixty eight pounds, from Leamington Spa, England he is the Career Killer-- ELLLLRRRIIICCKKK!
CM: If looks could kill.
JH: Drake Love fancies himself the true Career Killer. Makes you wonder how this match is going to unfold. Jim OBrien implied hes gunning for Roxie Galanoochie. And now this little squabble Drake has started with Elrick.
CL: And dont forget Chips implication that Adam wants to give Jaime easy title defenses. Does that mean hes going to take out Roxie too? Or maybe Lara?
[align=center]The opening keyboards of "Perfect Strangers" slice through the PA like a knife, immediately grabbing the FIW crowd's attention. And with two chimes of the cymbals, the heavy guitars kick in, goring the fan's eardrums like a rhino. The fans then rise to their feet as Bruce Dickinson's vocals screech over the PA as Jim O'Brien makes his way to the stage from behind the curtain.
CAN YOU REMEMBER
REMEMBER MY NAME?
AS I FLOW THROUGH YOUR LIFE
O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards his opponents, 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 and then over the top rope.[/align]
No sooner than Jim steps over the ropes he makes a B-Line for Roxie Galanoochie! Showing her sense (surprising, isnt it?) Roxie bolts from the ring. In a very surprising move, Jim then takes out the first person in his path Adam Wilson! The Great White Hype finds himself locked up by the Monster and SLAMMED OKLAHOMA STYLE!
JH: Oh my God! Jim starting this match off rather aggressively!
CL: Adam Wilson looks to have gotten caught in the crossfire.
JH: Indeed. Jim was headed for Roxie but Adam ended up suffering as a result.
DING-DING!
The sound of the bell sends the surprised competitors out to the apron. Orion shouts some form of complaint about Lara Toni not even getting the option to start the contest but she seems content to begin on the apron for the moment. Roxie finally climbs back onto the apron, warily watching Jim pound away on Adam Wilson with clubbing blows. Elrick shouts encouragement(?) to Jim in the ring? Hey, just because its every man for himself doesnt mean the good old fashion faces dont support other good old fashion faces beating on heels. Speaking of heel, Drake glares across the ring at an unaware of Elrick.
CM: So many combustible elements in this match tonight. I wonder whos going to lose their cool first-- err, second.
CL: I was going to say, Jim is the first.
JH: Who is that on the stage?
Something that doesnt go unaware is the arrival of two individuals on the stage. A spotlight rushes to illuminate them and Elrick cant help but glare at the entrance being made by Onikage and Crackerjack. Meanwhile in the ring, Jim continues to take it to Adam. He drags the Hype up and THROWS HIM OVER WITH A T-BONE SUPLEX! With impressive strength, Jim actually keeps a hold of Adam and stands with him DRIVING HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINEBUSTER!
JH: Even more fuel being thrown into this fire tonight. Crackerjack and Onikage. And their eyes are set on the same man thats staring right back at them.
CL: Elrick better remain focused on this match like he originally planned.
CM: Why? This has turned into Jim slaughtering Adam while everyone else watches.
Jim turns away from his destruction on Adam to glare and point warningly at Roxie on the apron. The hellcat talks some trash back from the safety of the apron and probably because she sees that Adam Wilson is rising back to his feet. The Great White Hype rakes the eyes of Jim as he turns around SMACKING his chest with a open-handed chop! Adam fires away at Jim, knocking him back into the ropes before trying an Irish Whip. Jim plays that game just to give himself an easy opportunity to counter. Adam hits the ropes and comes back into ducking a clothesline! He hits the ropes again and comes back, grabbing Jims mullet in a headlock and DRIVING HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!
JH: Impressive speed from Adam Wilson on display. Thats the best way to combat the Monster of TNT.
CL: There is no TNT anymore.
JH: Then I guess that leaves Jim the one and only Monster of TNT, doesnt it?
Adam drops into a mounted position on Jims back, grabbing a handful of mullet and PUNCHING JIM RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL! Jim suffers every concussion-attempting blow from Adams knuckles and forces himself to sit up on his hands and knees. Adam finds himself now playing horsey with Jim? Jim goes one step further and actually pushes himself up to his feet with Adam holding onto his back! The Great White Hype nails a vicious crossface before locking Jim up AND DROPPING HIM WITH A REVERSE DDT!
JH: Say what you want about Jim but that is one strong S.O.B. And hes very determined no matter the situation.
CM: To a fault, as were seeing.
CL: Adam Wilson has hit two very impact-ful moves on Jim here. And it looks to be taking a toll.
Adam rolls away from Jim, making a tag to a startled Roxie. Adam motions to the ring and yells Get in there! before exiting to the apron. Roxie shakes her head and yells at Adam who once again waves his arm to the ring, as if inviting Roxie enter Disneyland. RK argues with Roxie, telling her she has to come into the ring.
CL: Adam makes a tag to Roxie and I have to question why at this point.
CM: Dont you get it! By tagging her in while Jims in there, hes basically guaranteeing her destruction and say it with me, gentlemen.
JH: Giving Jaime an easy title defense at Nensai Senjou. Yeah, yeah! We get it, Chip.
Roxie cautiously steps in under the middle rope, eyeing Jim with an uncertain fear in her eyes. Jim takes his time getting to his feet, holding neck in the process and getting tagged in the back by Drake Love. The Milehigh Madman apparently has no reservations about stepping in the ring against Roxie Galanoochie. In fact, he steps into the center of the ring and flexes his muscles to show his physical advantage over Roxie?
JH: Blind tag to Jim from Drake.
CM: Anyone remember when Drake had a similar cause as Adam? Ironically, also started because of Jaime.
CL: Drakes quest to rid of FIW of the hellcats was short-lived but now that hes back and focused on destruction, it would seem he sees Roxie as the first casualty?
JH: Or he sees her as an easy victory. Not that Im implying anything, of course.
Drake calls for a test of strength to determine this contest between him and Roxie. The Zaibatsu hellcat cant believe Drakes request but eventually agrees to it anyways. Cautiously she approaches and they lock their first hands together before the others met. Instantly Drake takes over, wrenching Roxies hands downward! The hellcat rips one hand away, throwing a kick into Drakes ribs she twirls around, ripping her second hand free and knocks Drakes legs out from underneath him! Roxie bridges over into a quick cover!
ONE!
TWO!!
KICK-OUT![/align]
Drake throws Roxie off rather aggressively and bounds back to his feet. With a primal (love~!) growl Drake looks to take Roxies head off with a clothesline but the hellcat ducks underneath! Drakes momentum spins him fully around and Roxie SMACKS him across the face with an echoing slap! A hard forearm catches Drake off guard and he stumbles backwards into the ropes, only for Roxie to whip him across the ring! Drake rebounds and BLASTS ROXIE IN THE FACE WITH A RUNNING BACK ELBOW!
CM: OUCH!
JH: Drake doing exactly what he promised here tonight. Attacking Roxie as he would any man in this contest.
Drake snorts down at Roxie before running off the ropes again. Roxie clamors onto her stomach, causing Drake to leap over her. He rebounds and Roxie leaps up, doing the splits in the air as Drake is forced to duck underneath her. He stomps dead in his track, scooping Roxie up across his shoulders the minute she lands! Without hesitation, Drake throws Roxies legs around DRIVING HER DOWN WITH A ROLLING SIDESLAM!
JH: Nice impact there from Drake. That tilt-whirl sideslam on Roxie.
CL: And now hes going for a cover.
TWO!!
KICK-OUT![/align]
Drake throws Roxie off rather aggressively and bounds back to his feet. With a primal (love~!) growl Drake looks to take Roxies head off with a clothesline but the hellcat ducks underneath! Drakes momentum spins him fully around and Roxie SMACKS him across the face with an echoing slap! A hard forearm catches Drake off guard and he stumbles backwards into the ropes, only for Roxie to whip him across the ring! Drake rebounds and BLASTS ROXIE IN THE FACE WITH A RUNNING BACK ELBOW!
CM: OUCH!
JH: Drake doing exactly what he promised here tonight. Attacking Roxie as he would any man in this contest.
Drake snorts down at Roxie before running off the ropes again. Roxie clamors onto her stomach, causing Drake to leap over her. He rebounds and Roxie leaps up, doing the splits in the air as Drake is forced to duck underneath her. He stomps dead in his track, scooping Roxie up across his shoulders the minute she lands! Without hesitation, Drake throws Roxies legs around DRIVING HER DOWN WITH A ROLLING SIDESLAM!
JH: Nice impact there from Drake. That tilt-whirl sideslam on Roxie.
CL: And now hes going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
ROXIE KICKS OUT![/align]
Roxie just barely throws her shoulder off the canvas, igniting obvious frustration in Drake. He drags the blonde up to her feet and throws her off the ropes, on her return he THROWS HER ACROSS THE RING BELLY TO BELLY STYLE! He sits up GETTING TWO BOOTS TO THE FACE FROM ELRICK!
JH: Baseball dropkick to the face from Elrick! In off the blind tag on Roxie.
CM: Thats not fair! Drake didnt even see the tag!
CL: Thats why they call it a blind tag, genius.
As Roxie is escorted from the ring by RK, Onikage shows mock impression for Elricks dropkick. Elrick sprints off the ropes and takes to the air NAILING NOTHING BUT CANVAS ON HIS RUNNING SPLASH as Drake rolls aside! The self-proclaimed real Career Killer seamlessly wraps Elrick up in a rare naked chokehold, rolling down to his back with Elrick locked in tight! RK drops down to the action, asking Elrick to quit. Every no he utters results in Drake breaking the hold long enough to throw a wild crossface!
JH: Jesus! The viciousness of Drake Love here tonight is awe-inspiring.
CL: Did you see how quickly he had Elrick locked up in that rear naked choke? Beautiful.
CM: Yeah, whatever. Lets see more of those cross faces. I think he might bust Elricks nose wide open.
CL: Ooh, something for us to agree on then.
Crackerjack remains nearly statuesque in his observation but Onikage actually seems concerned for Elrick. That is, if mock concern was actual concern. Elrick gives up trying to break Drakes sleeper or leg scissors, instead opting to drive an elbow into Drakes exposed ribs! Each shot produces a yell from Drake and succeeds in loosening the hold enough for Elrick to eventually roll himself free, receiving polite applause from the fans in attendance as both Drake and Elrick swivel up to one knee, staring one another down. Both men push up to their feet, circling the ring as they look for an opening to regain their respective advantages.
JH: So its now Drake Love vs. Elrick for the moment. Lara Toni is the only competitor yet to see action thus far in the contest.
CL: And Orion Oldriod is not happy. Look how red hes getting.
JH: Someone pass him a blood pressure pill, will ya?
Drake and Elrick move in for a standard collar and elbow tie-up but Drake throws a sucker punch at the last second! We Elricks head snaps back, Drake takes the moment to NAIL a European uppercut under Elricks chin! Another one knocks Elrick back into the ropes and Drake throws him across the ring with an Irish Whip! No! Elrick counters the whip! Drake rebounds and GETS SNAPPED TO THE CANVAS WITH A POWERSLAM! That Onikage, you guessed it, gives mock applaud to.
JH: Nice power slam by Elrick.
CM: You can actually see the frustration growing in Drake. Hes a time bomb and hes about to blow.
Elrick drags Drake back to his feet, scooping the wannabe Career Killer up in a Fallaway Slam position. Elrick swings Drake away and DRIVES HIM INTO THE CANVAS-- NO! Drake avoids the slam by landing on his feet. Without pause he has Elrick locked up and DRIVES HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN IMPLANT DDT! Onikage cringes at the sight of it, but its obviously once again, fake.
JH: DRAGON DDT!
CL: Not just that! But he countered Elricks Career Killer finisher!
CM: I think thats a powerful message in itself. The true Career Killer avoids the--
JH: We get it, Chip! You dont have to spell everything out.
Drake grins smugly down at Elrick on the canvas, going as far as to booting him insultingly a couple of times. Drake rolls Elrick over onto his back and drops into a lazy cover, driving his forearm into Elricks face for that little extra insult.
TWO!!
ROXIE KICKS OUT![/align]
Roxie just barely throws her shoulder off the canvas, igniting obvious frustration in Drake. He drags the blonde up to her feet and throws her off the ropes, on her return he THROWS HER ACROSS THE RING BELLY TO BELLY STYLE! He sits up GETTING TWO BOOTS TO THE FACE FROM ELRICK!
JH: Baseball dropkick to the face from Elrick! In off the blind tag on Roxie.
CM: Thats not fair! Drake didnt even see the tag!
CL: Thats why they call it a blind tag, genius.
As Roxie is escorted from the ring by RK, Onikage shows mock impression for Elricks dropkick. Elrick sprints off the ropes and takes to the air NAILING NOTHING BUT CANVAS ON HIS RUNNING SPLASH as Drake rolls aside! The self-proclaimed real Career Killer seamlessly wraps Elrick up in a rare naked chokehold, rolling down to his back with Elrick locked in tight! RK drops down to the action, asking Elrick to quit. Every no he utters results in Drake breaking the hold long enough to throw a wild crossface!
JH: Jesus! The viciousness of Drake Love here tonight is awe-inspiring.
CL: Did you see how quickly he had Elrick locked up in that rear naked choke? Beautiful.
CM: Yeah, whatever. Lets see more of those cross faces. I think he might bust Elricks nose wide open.
CL: Ooh, something for us to agree on then.
Crackerjack remains nearly statuesque in his observation but Onikage actually seems concerned for Elrick. That is, if mock concern was actual concern. Elrick gives up trying to break Drakes sleeper or leg scissors, instead opting to drive an elbow into Drakes exposed ribs! Each shot produces a yell from Drake and succeeds in loosening the hold enough for Elrick to eventually roll himself free, receiving polite applause from the fans in attendance as both Drake and Elrick swivel up to one knee, staring one another down. Both men push up to their feet, circling the ring as they look for an opening to regain their respective advantages.
JH: So its now Drake Love vs. Elrick for the moment. Lara Toni is the only competitor yet to see action thus far in the contest.
CL: And Orion Oldriod is not happy. Look how red hes getting.
JH: Someone pass him a blood pressure pill, will ya?
Drake and Elrick move in for a standard collar and elbow tie-up but Drake throws a sucker punch at the last second! We Elricks head snaps back, Drake takes the moment to NAIL a European uppercut under Elricks chin! Another one knocks Elrick back into the ropes and Drake throws him across the ring with an Irish Whip! No! Elrick counters the whip! Drake rebounds and GETS SNAPPED TO THE CANVAS WITH A POWERSLAM! That Onikage, you guessed it, gives mock applaud to.
JH: Nice power slam by Elrick.
CM: You can actually see the frustration growing in Drake. Hes a time bomb and hes about to blow.
Elrick drags Drake back to his feet, scooping the wannabe Career Killer up in a Fallaway Slam position. Elrick swings Drake away and DRIVES HIM INTO THE CANVAS-- NO! Drake avoids the slam by landing on his feet. Without pause he has Elrick locked up and DRIVES HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN IMPLANT DDT! Onikage cringes at the sight of it, but its obviously once again, fake.
JH: DRAGON DDT!
CL: Not just that! But he countered Elricks Career Killer finisher!
CM: I think thats a powerful message in itself. The true Career Killer avoids the--
JH: We get it, Chip! You dont have to spell everything out.
Drake grins smugly down at Elrick on the canvas, going as far as to booting him insultingly a couple of times. Drake rolls Elrick over onto his back and drops into a lazy cover, driving his forearm into Elricks face for that little extra insult.
ONE!
KICK-OUT![/align]
As if it wasnt obvious, Elrick fires up and knocks Drakes lazy cover away. Elrick drags Drake face first into the canvas by the throat, leaping onto Drakes back and tying him up in a cobra clutch No! Drake fires up now, kicking and swinging and squirming his way right out of that hold. Drake bolts across the ring, putting full distance between himself and Elrick before thwacking at Lara Tonis arm!
CL: Drake wants no part of Elricks Pain Killer it would seem.
JH: And now hes just tagged Lara Toni into his contest.
CM: Dont even start making assumptions that Drake cant hang with Elrick. Because I guarantee youre wrong!
Lara climbs into the ring, apprehensive as she stares down Elrick across the ring. Its on when Elrick makes the first move! Lara easily ducks under a clothesline from Elrick, hitting the ropes and returning with a spinning heel kick that takes Elrick down! Elrick climbs back up to his feet, only to be taken back down by a leg lariat from the fast-paced hellcat!
JH: Lara Toni turning up the pace in this match.
CM: I really hate watching two faces go at it. They always look sorry when they hit moves.
Elrick holds his neck and winces as he tries to reclaim his feet. Lara goes to the ropes again, getting dragged down to the canvas as Adam grabs a handful of hair! Drake Love takes the slight distraction as his opportunity to leap back into the ring. He scoops up an unsuspecting Elrick over his shoulder and sits out DRIVING ELRICKS SKULL INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CELTIC CROSS-STYLE PILEDRIVER!
JH: What the hell?! Adam Wilson from the outside hits Lara and now Dragon Driver to Elrick from Drake Love!
That appears to be the shotgun starter to chaos as Adam jumps into the ring now. He stomps down mercilessly on Lara before dragging the hellcat up to her feet. He hooks her up and hoists her vertically in the air. After a pause, the Great White Hype allows Lara to drops FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS! Roxie gets a jump on the action, flying across the ring a dropkicking Jim off the apron before he can even attempt to make a play for her!
CL: And RK just lost control. Who didnt see that coming?
As we ponder Conses question, chaos continues to break out. Roxie turns around with a satisfied smile from her work, only to get scooped up onto Drake Loves shoulders! The Milehigh Madman throws Roxie full circle in the air, DROPPING HER A FRONT-FACE DROPDOWN JAW BREAKER! That is short-lived as a running spear from Lara Toni DRIVES DRAKE BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
CL: An aggressive spear from Lara! Did you see the awkward collision Drakes neck had with the turnbuckle?
JH: The Keystone Crash before that onto Roxie Galanoochie.
Lara pulls herself from the turnbuckle, turning face to face with her legal opponent. Elrick snatches her up with ease and throws her around DROPPING HER DOWN WITH A SWINGING ONE-ARM SLAM! Elrick immediately goes into the cover but gets catch by a hand around his neck. Adam Wilson drags Elrick back to his feet, boots him in the abdomen and DRILLS HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN EVENFLOW DDT!
CM: The Hype! Adam Wilson just drilled Elrick with the Hype!
CL: After Elrick seemingly took Lara out with the Career Killer.
JH: Still a match going on. Elrick knows he has to pin Lara to win this thing.
Onikage grins proudly at what he just witnessed, motioning for Crackerjack that its time to hit the road. Apparently theyve seen Elrick suffer enough tonight? Meanwhile, Adam stands victorious amongst all his competition, celebrating his moral victory over the last one standing. But then, you see, he forgets about a certain Monster that was infamous on TNT. Jim OBrien stalks behind Adam, scooping the scrappy-doo fighter up and arching the Hypes back over his shoulders before PLANTING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A REVERSE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
JH: The Burning Hammer! Jim just killed Adam Wilson with the Burning Hammer!
CL: Uh-oh. And look what he just noticed.
Look, indeed. Jim noticed Roxie laying out on the canvas after suffering the Keystone Crash. The Monster grabs a fistful of blonde hair and drags the hellcat from the ring. RK swings his arms wildly trying to stop Jim but the Monster drags Roxie towards the stage. He throws her onto the stage and climbs up after her. In what can only be a message to the Tanaka Zaibatsu, Jim aggressively applies a standing head scissors and after hesitation, flips Roxie up onto his shoulders. The crowd watch with baited breath as Jim seems to have a change of heart. He holds Roxie up there, his shoulders slumping a little in reluctance BEFORE DRIVING HER DOWN INTO THE STAGE WITH A POWERBOMB!
CM: HOLY SHIT!
JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! JIM JUST POWERBOMBED ROXIE ONTO THE STAGE!
Inside the ring, Lara has reclaimed her footing rather shakingly and watches with awe what Jim just did to her fellow hellcat. Elrick comes from behind, a little dazed and confused himself but driven to get this victory. He locks Lara up and THROWS HER OVER WITH A BACKSUPLEX! No! Lara flips out, landing on her feet! Elrick spins around, GETS BOOTED IN THE STOMACH AND DROPPED WITH A STUNNER! Lara jumps into the cover!
JH: The Instant Classic! Laras got a cover on Elrick!
KICK-OUT![/align]
As if it wasnt obvious, Elrick fires up and knocks Drakes lazy cover away. Elrick drags Drake face first into the canvas by the throat, leaping onto Drakes back and tying him up in a cobra clutch No! Drake fires up now, kicking and swinging and squirming his way right out of that hold. Drake bolts across the ring, putting full distance between himself and Elrick before thwacking at Lara Tonis arm!
CL: Drake wants no part of Elricks Pain Killer it would seem.
JH: And now hes just tagged Lara Toni into his contest.
CM: Dont even start making assumptions that Drake cant hang with Elrick. Because I guarantee youre wrong!
Lara climbs into the ring, apprehensive as she stares down Elrick across the ring. Its on when Elrick makes the first move! Lara easily ducks under a clothesline from Elrick, hitting the ropes and returning with a spinning heel kick that takes Elrick down! Elrick climbs back up to his feet, only to be taken back down by a leg lariat from the fast-paced hellcat!
JH: Lara Toni turning up the pace in this match.
CM: I really hate watching two faces go at it. They always look sorry when they hit moves.
Elrick holds his neck and winces as he tries to reclaim his feet. Lara goes to the ropes again, getting dragged down to the canvas as Adam grabs a handful of hair! Drake Love takes the slight distraction as his opportunity to leap back into the ring. He scoops up an unsuspecting Elrick over his shoulder and sits out DRIVING ELRICKS SKULL INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CELTIC CROSS-STYLE PILEDRIVER!
JH: What the hell?! Adam Wilson from the outside hits Lara and now Dragon Driver to Elrick from Drake Love!
That appears to be the shotgun starter to chaos as Adam jumps into the ring now. He stomps down mercilessly on Lara before dragging the hellcat up to her feet. He hooks her up and hoists her vertically in the air. After a pause, the Great White Hype allows Lara to drops FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS! Roxie gets a jump on the action, flying across the ring a dropkicking Jim off the apron before he can even attempt to make a play for her!
CL: And RK just lost control. Who didnt see that coming?
As we ponder Conses question, chaos continues to break out. Roxie turns around with a satisfied smile from her work, only to get scooped up onto Drake Loves shoulders! The Milehigh Madman throws Roxie full circle in the air, DROPPING HER A FRONT-FACE DROPDOWN JAW BREAKER! That is short-lived as a running spear from Lara Toni DRIVES DRAKE BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
CL: An aggressive spear from Lara! Did you see the awkward collision Drakes neck had with the turnbuckle?
JH: The Keystone Crash before that onto Roxie Galanoochie.
Lara pulls herself from the turnbuckle, turning face to face with her legal opponent. Elrick snatches her up with ease and throws her around DROPPING HER DOWN WITH A SWINGING ONE-ARM SLAM! Elrick immediately goes into the cover but gets catch by a hand around his neck. Adam Wilson drags Elrick back to his feet, boots him in the abdomen and DRILLS HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN EVENFLOW DDT!
CM: The Hype! Adam Wilson just drilled Elrick with the Hype!
CL: After Elrick seemingly took Lara out with the Career Killer.
JH: Still a match going on. Elrick knows he has to pin Lara to win this thing.
Onikage grins proudly at what he just witnessed, motioning for Crackerjack that its time to hit the road. Apparently theyve seen Elrick suffer enough tonight? Meanwhile, Adam stands victorious amongst all his competition, celebrating his moral victory over the last one standing. But then, you see, he forgets about a certain Monster that was infamous on TNT. Jim OBrien stalks behind Adam, scooping the scrappy-doo fighter up and arching the Hypes back over his shoulders before PLANTING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A REVERSE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
JH: The Burning Hammer! Jim just killed Adam Wilson with the Burning Hammer!
CL: Uh-oh. And look what he just noticed.
Look, indeed. Jim noticed Roxie laying out on the canvas after suffering the Keystone Crash. The Monster grabs a fistful of blonde hair and drags the hellcat from the ring. RK swings his arms wildly trying to stop Jim but the Monster drags Roxie towards the stage. He throws her onto the stage and climbs up after her. In what can only be a message to the Tanaka Zaibatsu, Jim aggressively applies a standing head scissors and after hesitation, flips Roxie up onto his shoulders. The crowd watch with baited breath as Jim seems to have a change of heart. He holds Roxie up there, his shoulders slumping a little in reluctance BEFORE DRIVING HER DOWN INTO THE STAGE WITH A POWERBOMB!
CM: HOLY SHIT!
JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! JIM JUST POWERBOMBED ROXIE ONTO THE STAGE!
Inside the ring, Lara has reclaimed her footing rather shakingly and watches with awe what Jim just did to her fellow hellcat. Elrick comes from behind, a little dazed and confused himself but driven to get this victory. He locks Lara up and THROWS HER OVER WITH A BACKSUPLEX! No! Lara flips out, landing on her feet! Elrick spins around, GETS BOOTED IN THE STOMACH AND DROPPED WITH A STUNNER! Lara jumps into the cover!
JH: The Instant Classic! Laras got a cover on Elrick!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!!
DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align]
The bell sounds wildly as RK finally calls for a finish in all this madness!
MA: Here is your winner LAAAARRRRAAAA TTOOOOONNNIII!!!
JH: Lara Toni picks up an IMPRESSIVE victory over Elrick here tonight! Look at the smile on Orions face!
CM: Youd think Kennedy finally made his dreams come true as happy as he is.
The celebration is short-lived as Orions smile transforms into shock moments before Adam Wilson takes Lara out with a spear of his own! Adam floats over into a mounted position, showing no mercy as he pounds away at the hellcat with look of rage on his face.
JH: For crying out loud! The match is over!
CM: Well the Great White Hype doesnt have to accept that. Hed be the winner if it wasnt for stupid woman-beating Jim!
JH: Woman-beating? And what do you call what Adam is doing to Lara right now?
CM: Putting her in her place.
Adam gets to his feet, dragging Lara with him only to stop the monster that is Hembra Monstruo climbs into the ring. Adam eyes Hembra and then Lara before a devilish smirk covers his features. He tosses Lara down to Hembras feet, backing to the ropes and ducking out of the ring. Hembra stands unmoving in the ring, her eyes following the man who vowed to rid FIW of hellcats now motioning to Lara as if shes a present for Hembra.
JH: What is the hell is this woman doing out here now? Hasnt she done enough damage to the hellcats?
CL: Whats more important is why is Adam Wilson backing down from her? I thought he was going to destroy all the hellcats.
CM: Are you stupid or something? What a better way to destroy a hellcat than to let one of their own do it for you?
JH: And look at the look Hembras giving Adam. Perhaps shes wondering herself whether Adams crusade to get rid of the hellcats will extend to her one day. Id like to see that match.
CL: Or is she pissed that she and Adam share the same goal? Hembra strikes me as someone that doesnt want a tag team partner.
While all this going down, up on the stage Jim hasnt even seemed to realize that the match is over. Instead hes glaring down at Roxie, perhaps seeing another Zaibatsu member in her? Perhaps the one thats coming out right now. Shaun Wilson comes from the back, clobbering Jim over the head with his Flycore Championship belt! Jim stumbles but doesnt fall until Mr. Blond SMACKS A STEEL CHAIR ACROSS HIS BACK!
JH: What the hell is going on?! First Hembra and now the Tanaka Zaibatsu is attacking Jim!
CM: He DID just powerbomb Roxie into the stage. That cant go unpunished.
All three members of the Zaibatsu drag Jim up to his feet and force him into standing head scissors at the hands of Mr. Blond. With all three men doing the grunt work together, the Zaibatsu lifts Jims feet up off the stage as Mr. Blond falls back PILEDRIVING JIM INTO THE STAGE!
CL: NO WAY! YOURE FUCKIN KIDDING ME!
JH: The Tanaka Zaibatsu just piledrove Jim into the stage!
Inside the ring, this all goes unnoticed by the hellcats. Hembra grabs a handful of Laras hair, dragging her up and getting a right hand buried in her stomach! Lara comes alive, fighting back against the larger opponent by driving right hands repeatedly into Hembras midsection! Lara nails a spinning back kick that double Hembra over and gives her the opportunity to hit the ropes for more momentum! Lara rebounds RIGHT INTO A SPINNING BACK FIST FROM HEMBRA!
JH: Lara trying to fight back-- Ugh!
CL: And getting a jaw-shattering Uraken for her troubles!
CM: But Malachy isnt going to sit back and let Lara get woman-handled!
Indeed, Malachy leaps onto the apron (per Orions orders) and heads into the ring. Or he would if Smarty didnt waddle over there and grab Malachys leg, holding him back. Malachy easily kicks the fat nerd off him and turns RIGHT INTO A RUNNING PALM STRIKE FROM HEMBRA! Malachy goes flying off the apron, crashing into the barricade!
CM: Holy Shit! This bitch just took out Laras bodyguard with one move!
JH: Thanks to Smartys involvement, I might add.
Hembra grabs up Lara, tossing her from the ring. The hellcat lands in a heap at ringside, only for Hembra to drag her back up. The monstrous hellcat hoisting Lara up onto her shoulders and POWERBOMBS HER OVER THE GUARDRAIL INTO THE CROWD! Hembra hops over the barricade, continuing her punishment as she battles Lara into the back. Meanwhile, on the stage, Shaun Wilson has a pair of scissors in his hands, cutting off Jims mullet!
CM: What the fuck!
JH: Shaun Wilson is giving Jim a haircut!
CL: Hes cutting off Jims precious mullet. Thatll be an improvement.
Apparently Jims mullet isnt the only problem area as the Zaibatsu start beating away Jims face. Shaun takes it one step further, stabbing the scissors into Jims forehead, causing blood to flow freely over the unconscious monster. Daisuke and Blond build a wall between Shauns abusing and the newest arrival on the stage-- Kendra OBrien. The wife of Jim OBrien comes out, pleading with the Zaibatsu to cease their beat down on her husband but to no avail. Daisuke and Blond keep Kendra back as they taunt Mrs. OBrien.
JH: And there is Jims wife, begging the Zaibatsu to leave Jim alone and those bastards are enjoying this!
As the battle for Jim wages on, Roxie slowly comes to. The blonde hellcat grimaces as she fights back to her feet, glaring out and spotting the condition Jim is on. The sight alone brings a smile to the hellcats face. She spots Kendras back to her and something sinister is brewing in the female Zaibatsus mind as she stalks up behind her. But Kendra doesnt taste whatever Roxie has planned for her as Jaime pushes her way out past Kendra AND POWERS ROXIE BACK DOWN TO THE STAGE WITH A THESZ PRESS!
JH: Theres Jaime!
CL: Jaimes opening up what youd probably call a can of whoop ass, huh Hitchen?
Jaime unloads into Roxie with and right hands, getting revenge for last weeks attack. The hellcats roll around on the stage, fighting back to their feet and eventually heading towards the back, trading blows the entire time. FINALLY officials and security flood the stage, focusing on keep Kendra and the Zaibatsu apart while also rescuing Jim from Shaun Wilsons abuse.
MA: Laaaaaaaadies and gentlemen, the next match is a one on one match to decide who is the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER for the Undisputed International Championship!
Introducing the first competitor in this match... He stands at six feet eight inches, and weighs three hundred nineteen pounds... CRA-CKER-JAAAAAACK!!!
The first second of the song, all lights go out save a white flashing strobelight that comes on with each heavy bass beat. This happens for about ten seconds until the solo distorted guitar kicks in for the arrival of the monster that is Crackerjack. Right behind him is the familiar figure of face paint and a crimson trench coat, the advisor to the masked monster, Onikage. Jack's sheer size seems larger through semi darkness as his appearance even more frightening through the flashing strobelights. He stands there for a moment before moving down through calypso given steel drum beats. Crackerjack slowly makes his way down to the ring making sure each step counts while looking around through different sections of the crowd one booing fan at a time. The entire time the Messiah of the Mind whispers things to Crackerjack from behind him as he follows down to the ringside area. The white strobelights slowly becoming a mixture of navy blue and a normal blue. Soon, the monster is ready to enter the ring. Instead of actually going in though, Crackerjack stands there and overlooks the ring from between the top and middle rope. In a quick instant, Crackerjack seizes the top rope and uses it to keep balance as he pulls his entire form up in one step to the apron. Still outside the ring, Crackerjack walks along the apron for a few steps before turning around and entering the ring over the top rope where the purple light that overshadows the ring awaits him. Now inside, the huge monstrosity of evil takes his time walking around the ring in a slow, yet methodical circle. Onikage circles the ringside area the entire time, eyeing FIW staff and fans with those soulless white eyes and a smile on his painted features. Crackerjack continues to walk around as the normal houselights slowly overtake the purple cover.
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: Well ladies and gents, I can see this one being brutal, if Tier's actions the last few weeks have anything to go by!
CM: Yeah, and don't forget, Crackerjack isn't the most balanced individual in the roster. It wouldn't surprise me if these two ended up beating themselves to death.
[align=center]DING!
DING!
DING![/align]
CL: And Fuzz has called for this one to start. Let's see how this unfolds.
The two men circle each other in the ring, Tier clenching and unclenching his fists slowly and methodically. Jack throws a punch, which Tier sidesteps, quickly throwing a kick towards Jack's abdomen. The big man steps away, just in time for the foot to glance off his stomach unoffensively. The two then burst into a lockup, right in the centre of the ring. Both go for suplexes, and are unsuccessful, until Tier trips Jack to the floor. However, the New Yorker keeps his grip, hoping to pull Tier over with him. Having already foreseen this, Tier simply rolls through, and ends up on his feet by the ring ropes. A light fall like that doesn't faze Jack, however, and he is back to his feet milliseconds later, charging in with a clothesline that damn near knocks Tier out of his mask. Taking quick of advantage of the situation, Jack stomps all over the prone Tier, who quickly rolls out of the ring, pushing Onikage out of his way as he heads back in.
CM: You don't wanna annoy a man as powerful as Onikage. If he gets upset you're in for all sorts of trouble.
JH: Yeah, and there's plenty of people in the roster who'll vouch for that.
Now back in the ring and ready to fight again, Tier unloads a salvo of rights and left into Jack's obscured face, but as stiff as they are he stands his ground, eventually throwing a violent left hook that staggers Tier, but not long to stop him Sidekicking his opponent to the mat. A huge thud echoes tound the arena as Jack hits the floor with quite some force. Tier siezes an opportunity and mounts the fallen man, raining jabs into Jack.
JH: Why isn't the official doing something about this?
CL: Think about it, moron. It's Fuzz. He's used to doing hardcore matches. He's probably just upset that no-one's been put through four flaming barbwire tables from a thirty foot scaffolding onto shards of glass and smashed up lightbulbs yet. Plus, he knows this has gotta end clearly, I mean it's for the number one contendership.
JH: Well yeah, but couldn't he try to break them up?
A faint slapping sound can be heard. This is Conse Facepalming really quite hard indeed.
Back to the in ring action, and Jack has managed to shove Tier off him, and in fact right through the first and second ropes, out to the arena floor. He then quickly follows, rolling under the ropes, and stalking his stunned opponent. The two quickly begin trading blows, taking the occasional break to whip each other into a barrier or set of ringsteps. All the time, Fuzz stands in the ring, watching like nothing out of the ordinary is going on.
JH: So, I presume he's not counting because their 'must be a winner', right?
CM: Wow, watch out Conse, Hitchen's starting to catch on.
A hard irish whip sends Tier hurtling up the entry ramp, Jack close on his heels. The two reach the stage, and resume their bitter war there. Tier gets a facefull of wall, but Jack is soon forced to swallow quite a large chunk of the floor, and as the two have a punch flinging contest right in the entryway, something unexpected happens.
Fuzz, possibly under orders from the timekeeper and associated officials surrounding the ring, begins to count.
[align=center]ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
FOUR!!
FIVE!!
SIX!![/align]
The two combatants know it's a twenty count, and as a result show no sign in letting up on each other. Fuzz continues to count in the ring, and the men continue to exchange blows, unaffected.
[align=center]ELEVEN!
TWELVE!!
THIRTEEN!!
FOURTEEN!![/align]
A sudden realisation dawns on our warriors, as they realise that whoever gets back in the ring first will win the match, and as a result be the the UIC's number one contender. Jack is the first to actually start running, but Tier is quickly on his heels.
[align=center]SEVENTEEN![/align]
Tier has now realised that the only thing left to do is try to trip Jack up. It's the only way he's going to beat him back to the ring, and stand any chance of taking the victory.
[align=center]EIGHTEEN!![/align]
Tier extends his legs, but the momentum of Jack colliding with him makes him stumble, and the two collapse into a large masked heap at the bottom of the ramp.
Fans around the arena are on their feet, screaming for their chosen superstar to make it to the ring, but the two don't seem to be moving.
[align=center]NINETEEN!!
TWENTY!!
DING!
DING!![/align]
MA: Ladies and gentlem...
The announcement is quickly drowned out by a cavalcade of boos and jeers from the crowd, which doesn't show any signs of getting any quieter
As the crowd continues to voice its displeasure, Fuzz and Anderson share a glance, the two obviously asking each other the same question with their eyes.
The crowd descends into an expectant hush....
After a few tense seconds, Fuzz smiles and nods at the announcer, to rapturous applause from the crowd.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled his previous ruling null and void, and therefore the match will continue when both of our competitors have entered the ring!!!
Cue much marking out.
Tier is first to his feet, his head clutching his mask. He is obviously baffled by the ruling, and begins to slowly make his way back to the restart of the match. What he hadn't counted on, however, was Jack going absolutely bat-shit mental, and launching him back into the ring. Tier scrabbles to his feet, only to take the full force of Jack's fist to his face, followed by another, and another, and another. And a kick to the gut, followed by a clubbing double axehandle across his back.
By now, Tier is trapped in the corner, penned in by Jack's uncontrollable anger. The Texan takes a series of body shots, before a horrendous choke at the hands of the New York madman.
In fact, as Jack stops to take a breather, it looks like Tier has been completely broken in two. Which makes it all the more surprising when he grips Jack's ankle, spins him round, and kicks him in the gut, following through quickly with the...
CM: Wegenleid!!!! Jack nearly went headfirst through the mat!
Jack has barely stopped bouncing off the mat as Tier rolls over Jack, pinning his shoulders in a labyrinthine roll-up pin, Aided by his feet on the ropes.
[align=center]ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!!!
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!!![/align]
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner this evening: TIIIIIIEEEER!
JH: Oh, come on! there was no need to finish such a fantastic show of stamina with such a cheap move! What's he thinking?
CL: Hey, a win's a win, Bitchen. Tier just showed that he does actually know when to use his mind, that's all.
Unbeknown to the commentators, who are still squabbling over Tier's ways of winning, the crowd cheer the arrival of Elrick, who is stood at the top of the ramp, laughing heartily at the fallen Crackerjack as Tier's signature music plays on.
A spinning FIW logo turbines onto the screen and then spits out an image of one of Yokohama Arenas function rooms looking out onto the crowded coliseum. There's nothing palatial about the room itself, but you can tell nothing came from Ikea. On centre screen sits Gunnar LeLand, to the inner right, and 'The Majesty' Cole Summons, to the inner left; both in single black leather arm chairs angled symmetrically towards the other to facilitate easier discussion with themselves and their audience. Gunnar appears in a smart double breasted black pinstriped suit, while Cole is more notably dressed down in a white buttoned down shirt and black dress pants with loose accessories hanging from his neck and wrists. Gunnar opens by addressing the camera which begins to zoom in, switching angles to draw the onlooking audience in.
Gunnar: Konbanwa, FIW fans. The man besides me needs no introduction-
At this Cole gives a confident shrug n' nod which catches Gunnar's eye and causes him to chuckle through his words.
Gunnar: -but-ahum *clears throat* I will, regardless. It is an honour to have with us tonight, 'Katai Oogata'! 'The Majesty' Cole Summons.
The crowd seen through the window to their rear are visibly stimulated at the sound of their adopted sons Japanese stage name.
Majesty: Arigatou gozaimasu.
Majesty puts his hand together prayfully and nods in respect to his interviewer and then turns toward the audience to do the same.
Gunnar: Well, let's get the figurative 'ball' rolling then shall we? First off, just give us a brief overview of what's been happening in the years you've been apart from FIW.
Majesty: Well as most of you know I sort of fell off the FIW killing fields after Dangerous Liaisons of 2004 fame. Of course there were rumours of how and why, but it really just came down to a change in perspective and consequentially the objectives I had in mind. At that time in my life I was still yearning for an experience that wasn't, in the foreseeable future, becoming available to me. I accomplished quite a lot in the year and a half I'd been on TNT - defeating the cruiserweight division not only physically but mentally which was evidenced in my astounding accuracy of the cruiserweight division's destruction and also being able to reach the show's 'main event' status. But uh...yeah. That doesn't really answer your question though, does it?
Gunnar and Cole share a smile before continuing.
Majesty: So after leaving FIW I went to Japan to get some experience under the moniker of 'Katai Oogata', which translates roughly to 'Hard Truth'. And I had a lot of uh...'extra curricular' activities, I guess you'd call them. Flying back to Australia for the odd guest appearance on local T which, to be honest, is pretty horrid. And amongst that I managed to get my honours in psychology from Monash 'U' as well as completing a major in Arts - Latin language studies . So that kept me busy as well as the regular celebrity alarum.
The greatest part since the red sea twitches back and forth as it mulls over the impressive list of accomplishments.
Gunnar: That sounds like quite a varied mixture of events. But if you would permit, I'd like to back step a little and focus on your interactions with Japans unique puroresu environment. How did this influence you in terms of style?
Majesty: Well my interaction with F.U.C.K, as well as frequent sparring sessions with Apocalypse, really inspired me to unleash a more technical part of my wrestling repour, even as I existed in FIW. But I really wanted to expand on that part of my repertoire, and what better place to learn than at the heart of wrestling's greatest technical innovations? I mean, you can take a burning hammer from Jimmy B. but uhh...taking one from those guys is a different kind of unconscious.
Gunnar: Mm, as any educated fan would know. I'd love to expand on some of what we've mentioned but we're live and on a time limit so lets move right along towards current events. What's your evaluation of FIW over the last two weeks? You're yet to compete but I'm sure you've been keeping up with what's going on.
Majesty bites his bottom lip in thought before moving on.
Majesty: Well I can only speak from a TNT perspective, obviously, so you'll have to forgive me. But uh...yeah. It's certainly a different place. There are SOME things that don't ever change of course...like Kennedy having relationship trouble with...well, any man with a six pack and half a personality. Apart from Swytch who had more personalities then he knew what to do with.
Gunnar laughs through his moustache as a whale would had they the appropriate verbal anatomy.
Majesty: But no Silent Rage, no Fozzy, no Apocalypse, no Chris McClay, no Brad, no Kailey? Even the lower card guys like Toan, Josie and Sparky have gone on to other prospects and promotions. I do know OF some of the current champions just from chatting to guys around the circuit and what not. People like Kiyoshi, Xtreme Kitten, Prime and a few others that were on SLAM! when I was still around. And I spose with a change of workers it's inevitable that a shift in culture should occur, which is wildly apparent. It's more divided back stage then I ever remembered.
In the early days there was always a sense of tradition in the ether. Everyone knew we were creating something special. Something that would be remembered. And to a certain extent there was always an unspoken respect between workers, even if it was instilled amongst hatred. I mean, on occasion you could even see Tier chumming up to a backstage random. Albeit, it was often because he wanted to uhh...lambaste them and paint with their bodily fluids. And it's this question of 'old' and 'new' - what was, what is, and what is to come that has almost strangled that atmosphere of tradition. And in some form I guess it's creating a new one.
But getting wrapped up in questions of 'old' and 'new', while fascinating to analyse, is really quite irrelevant once you get into the ring. Fact is, if you're not contemporary no matter where you are you'll soon be forgotten, defeated or both...man, I'm 26 and I'm already sounding like an old man.
Gunnar: A-ha, yes. It's not me for a change. Brilliant.
Gunnar's moustaches bristles as the words come out of his mouth; Cole shifting in his chair as he grants Gunnar the honour of his laughter.
Majesty: Don't worry, it won't last.
Gunnar: So ah, speaking of past and future, what are your thoughts on the most recent Revolt Show?
Majesty: Oh yeah, certainly some great matches. My favourite would have to be Jim vs. Elrick. Two guys who really embodied what TNT was about anyways. Tenacity, faith, honour and damn hard work.
Gunnar: As well as a host of others I'm sure. But that question did come with a pretence. So if I could be blatantly specific, what are your thoughts on The Rejects threat to those, yourself mentioned specifically, who may want to stop their latest push for FIW domination. Your thoughts?
Majesty: You mean the Iron Cross crusade?
Gunnar: Well that's one way of putting it.
Majesty: Ahhhh...? Honestly, it's probably just best to ignore them. All I saw out there was irony running amuck. BUT...embellishing what brilliance resides up here-
Cole points to his fabulous noggin.
Majesty: -does give me a boost I can't get from any guarana shot soooo...
Cole flashes a mischievous grin, a sign of the ruthlessly wholesome Maj-y goodness that's to come.
Majesty: From first glance I could suggest that The Rejects represent a complex chronicle of the 'bully syndrome'. Forgive if I'm going over basics here but, you did ask.
Gunnar nods to give Cole the go ahead even though he doesn't need it.
Majesty: See, often a bully strikes out at his environment because of some sort of hidden abusive behaviour. Onikage-you'll have to forgive me if I focus on Onikage, but seeing as he's the 'brains', or at least the 'mouth, of the operation I'm drawn to him moreso then the others - is a man fighting voraciously against the current and past FIW environment because of his past abuses. And this 'FIW environment', as depicted by Onikage, seems to be represented by myself Tier, Kennedy and Jim because of our assumed likelihood of fearing the change that is supposedly to come. But in retrospect, Tier is the only person on TNT that he's ever been openly rejected or abused by. His previous SLAM! and TNT general managers are no longer associated with FIW. If anything, the roster can only be accused of apathy in letting these injustices go on, but it's hardly their responsibility. And hardly mine since I've never made contact with him. SO.
I would suggest that his and/or their actions are a direct result of their own subconscious fear of abandonment. Onikage has, as a guess, experienced this in a more private arena and is now using FIW, metaphorically, as a way of overcoming this fear. I'm guessing 'coach' didn't let him play in the 'big game' against the school rivals basketball team, or something. ha.
The name of their faction is the personification of this subconsciously fearful framework. The Rejects. Onikage obviously doesn't fit in anywhere else so he's surrounded himself with people who are desperate and easily influenced because of the way they have handled rejection in the past. And by surrounding himself with these sorts of people he can't possibly see or believe any perspective that might deviate from his own which is continually instilled in his most intimate surrounds. I mean, if you listen to Simple Plan and nothing else you'd be in the same situation - with the added negative of having absolutely no taste in music and a shortened life span because of the likelihood of suicide.
If I could stretch this analysis to some of the other members, just for a moment.
Cole stares directly into the camera with nothing but sincerity in his baby blue globes.
Majesty: Listen. We are living in an age where acceptance and tolerance is being used as a WEAPON by the liberal intelligentsia. I mean, you can't call a terrorist a 'terrorist' without being accused of political insensitivity. We are in an age where darkly masked deviants and self mutilation is celebrated as legendary, 'deep' and 'cutting edge' - no pun intended - where homosexuality is bigger then Sodom and Gomorrah, and where emo kids are overtaking popular culture. That is you, rejects! You can't tell me that you've suffered nothing but utter rejection UNLESS you have been seeking it. I mean, not everyone in FIW can be a republican, right?
This gets an impromptu guffaw out of Gunnar, taking Cole off guard and being noted in his stuttered speech as he tries not to be infected. He turns back to Gunnar, addressing him once more
Majesty: It's logically and statistically {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} for those guys to be thinking and acting the way you do. And as a result of this ill logic the rejects are bringing domination through fear and unjustified vindication. By hanging Liam Mortell The Rejects have, metaphorically, invaded Poland and it's only a matter of time till FIW's Churchill becomes elected.
Quite pleased with his diagnosis, Cole falls back into his chair and clasps the arm ends of his chair with his palms.
Majesty: Mind you, that diagnosis was made on the presumption of 10 minutes of television footage and hearsay.
Gunnar: Well that's certainly an interesting diagnosis and I'd love to debate it with you but we really are running short on time.
Gunnar glances down at his watch and taps it just to make sure he's on the money.
Gunnar: So my final question to close the segment may be, on the surface, the simplest but could potentially lead us the rest of the way through the night. Cole, why after all these years have you decided to come back at this specific moment in FIW's timeline?
A smile almost splits Cole s face in two as he becomes flooded with his own thoughts and motivations.
Majesty: Weeelll...
Majesty shows true showmanship in a perfectly timed pause.
Majesty: ...what would be the fun in telling you that?
Gunnar's belly laugh bristles through his moustache.
Gunnar: I guess we'll wait and see.
Majesty: Guess is right, Gunnar.
Gunnar shifts his weight onto the right arm of the chair, facing the camera.
Gunnar: Thanks for enjoying this time with us folks. Stay tuned for the rest of this mammoth show. You wouldn't dare
Gunnar brims at The Majesty, prompting those two little words. Cole erks at first, dreading the impending lameness of repeating a show's catchprase.
Majesty: Miss it.
Atta boy.
Majesty: Coz we might just pass you by.
Cole and Gunnar chuckle together as they turn to engage each other in discourse behind the camera lens. Fade.
TWO!!
THREE!!!!
DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align]
The bell sounds wildly as RK finally calls for a finish in all this madness!
MA: Here is your winner LAAAARRRRAAAA TTOOOOONNNIII!!!
JH: Lara Toni picks up an IMPRESSIVE victory over Elrick here tonight! Look at the smile on Orions face!
CM: Youd think Kennedy finally made his dreams come true as happy as he is.
The celebration is short-lived as Orions smile transforms into shock moments before Adam Wilson takes Lara out with a spear of his own! Adam floats over into a mounted position, showing no mercy as he pounds away at the hellcat with look of rage on his face.
JH: For crying out loud! The match is over!
CM: Well the Great White Hype doesnt have to accept that. Hed be the winner if it wasnt for stupid woman-beating Jim!
JH: Woman-beating? And what do you call what Adam is doing to Lara right now?
CM: Putting her in her place.
Adam gets to his feet, dragging Lara with him only to stop the monster that is Hembra Monstruo climbs into the ring. Adam eyes Hembra and then Lara before a devilish smirk covers his features. He tosses Lara down to Hembras feet, backing to the ropes and ducking out of the ring. Hembra stands unmoving in the ring, her eyes following the man who vowed to rid FIW of hellcats now motioning to Lara as if shes a present for Hembra.
JH: What is the hell is this woman doing out here now? Hasnt she done enough damage to the hellcats?
CL: Whats more important is why is Adam Wilson backing down from her? I thought he was going to destroy all the hellcats.
CM: Are you stupid or something? What a better way to destroy a hellcat than to let one of their own do it for you?
JH: And look at the look Hembras giving Adam. Perhaps shes wondering herself whether Adams crusade to get rid of the hellcats will extend to her one day. Id like to see that match.
CL: Or is she pissed that she and Adam share the same goal? Hembra strikes me as someone that doesnt want a tag team partner.
While all this going down, up on the stage Jim hasnt even seemed to realize that the match is over. Instead hes glaring down at Roxie, perhaps seeing another Zaibatsu member in her? Perhaps the one thats coming out right now. Shaun Wilson comes from the back, clobbering Jim over the head with his Flycore Championship belt! Jim stumbles but doesnt fall until Mr. Blond SMACKS A STEEL CHAIR ACROSS HIS BACK!
JH: What the hell is going on?! First Hembra and now the Tanaka Zaibatsu is attacking Jim!
CM: He DID just powerbomb Roxie into the stage. That cant go unpunished.
All three members of the Zaibatsu drag Jim up to his feet and force him into standing head scissors at the hands of Mr. Blond. With all three men doing the grunt work together, the Zaibatsu lifts Jims feet up off the stage as Mr. Blond falls back PILEDRIVING JIM INTO THE STAGE!
CL: NO WAY! YOURE FUCKIN KIDDING ME!
JH: The Tanaka Zaibatsu just piledrove Jim into the stage!
Inside the ring, this all goes unnoticed by the hellcats. Hembra grabs a handful of Laras hair, dragging her up and getting a right hand buried in her stomach! Lara comes alive, fighting back against the larger opponent by driving right hands repeatedly into Hembras midsection! Lara nails a spinning back kick that double Hembra over and gives her the opportunity to hit the ropes for more momentum! Lara rebounds RIGHT INTO A SPINNING BACK FIST FROM HEMBRA!
JH: Lara trying to fight back-- Ugh!
CL: And getting a jaw-shattering Uraken for her troubles!
CM: But Malachy isnt going to sit back and let Lara get woman-handled!
Indeed, Malachy leaps onto the apron (per Orions orders) and heads into the ring. Or he would if Smarty didnt waddle over there and grab Malachys leg, holding him back. Malachy easily kicks the fat nerd off him and turns RIGHT INTO A RUNNING PALM STRIKE FROM HEMBRA! Malachy goes flying off the apron, crashing into the barricade!
CM: Holy Shit! This bitch just took out Laras bodyguard with one move!
JH: Thanks to Smartys involvement, I might add.
Hembra grabs up Lara, tossing her from the ring. The hellcat lands in a heap at ringside, only for Hembra to drag her back up. The monstrous hellcat hoisting Lara up onto her shoulders and POWERBOMBS HER OVER THE GUARDRAIL INTO THE CROWD! Hembra hops over the barricade, continuing her punishment as she battles Lara into the back. Meanwhile, on the stage, Shaun Wilson has a pair of scissors in his hands, cutting off Jims mullet!
CM: What the fuck!
JH: Shaun Wilson is giving Jim a haircut!
CL: Hes cutting off Jims precious mullet. Thatll be an improvement.
Apparently Jims mullet isnt the only problem area as the Zaibatsu start beating away Jims face. Shaun takes it one step further, stabbing the scissors into Jims forehead, causing blood to flow freely over the unconscious monster. Daisuke and Blond build a wall between Shauns abusing and the newest arrival on the stage-- Kendra OBrien. The wife of Jim OBrien comes out, pleading with the Zaibatsu to cease their beat down on her husband but to no avail. Daisuke and Blond keep Kendra back as they taunt Mrs. OBrien.
JH: And there is Jims wife, begging the Zaibatsu to leave Jim alone and those bastards are enjoying this!
As the battle for Jim wages on, Roxie slowly comes to. The blonde hellcat grimaces as she fights back to her feet, glaring out and spotting the condition Jim is on. The sight alone brings a smile to the hellcats face. She spots Kendras back to her and something sinister is brewing in the female Zaibatsus mind as she stalks up behind her. But Kendra doesnt taste whatever Roxie has planned for her as Jaime pushes her way out past Kendra AND POWERS ROXIE BACK DOWN TO THE STAGE WITH A THESZ PRESS!
JH: Theres Jaime!
CL: Jaimes opening up what youd probably call a can of whoop ass, huh Hitchen?
Jaime unloads into Roxie with and right hands, getting revenge for last weeks attack. The hellcats roll around on the stage, fighting back to their feet and eventually heading towards the back, trading blows the entire time. FINALLY officials and security flood the stage, focusing on keep Kendra and the Zaibatsu apart while also rescuing Jim from Shaun Wilsons abuse.
MA: Laaaaaaaadies and gentlemen, the next match is a one on one match to decide who is the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER for the Undisputed International Championship!
Introducing the first competitor in this match... He stands at six feet eight inches, and weighs three hundred nineteen pounds... CRA-CKER-JAAAAAACK!!!
The first second of the song, all lights go out save a white flashing strobelight that comes on with each heavy bass beat. This happens for about ten seconds until the solo distorted guitar kicks in for the arrival of the monster that is Crackerjack. Right behind him is the familiar figure of face paint and a crimson trench coat, the advisor to the masked monster, Onikage. Jack's sheer size seems larger through semi darkness as his appearance even more frightening through the flashing strobelights. He stands there for a moment before moving down through calypso given steel drum beats. Crackerjack slowly makes his way down to the ring making sure each step counts while looking around through different sections of the crowd one booing fan at a time. The entire time the Messiah of the Mind whispers things to Crackerjack from behind him as he follows down to the ringside area. The white strobelights slowly becoming a mixture of navy blue and a normal blue. Soon, the monster is ready to enter the ring. Instead of actually going in though, Crackerjack stands there and overlooks the ring from between the top and middle rope. In a quick instant, Crackerjack seizes the top rope and uses it to keep balance as he pulls his entire form up in one step to the apron. Still outside the ring, Crackerjack walks along the apron for a few steps before turning around and entering the ring over the top rope where the purple light that overshadows the ring awaits him. Now inside, the huge monstrosity of evil takes his time walking around the ring in a slow, yet methodical circle. Onikage circles the ringside area the entire time, eyeing FIW staff and fans with those soulless white eyes and a smile on his painted features. Crackerjack continues to walk around as the normal houselights slowly overtake the purple cover.
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: Well ladies and gents, I can see this one being brutal, if Tier's actions the last few weeks have anything to go by!
CM: Yeah, and don't forget, Crackerjack isn't the most balanced individual in the roster. It wouldn't surprise me if these two ended up beating themselves to death.
[align=center]DING!
DING!
DING![/align]
CL: And Fuzz has called for this one to start. Let's see how this unfolds.
The two men circle each other in the ring, Tier clenching and unclenching his fists slowly and methodically. Jack throws a punch, which Tier sidesteps, quickly throwing a kick towards Jack's abdomen. The big man steps away, just in time for the foot to glance off his stomach unoffensively. The two then burst into a lockup, right in the centre of the ring. Both go for suplexes, and are unsuccessful, until Tier trips Jack to the floor. However, the New Yorker keeps his grip, hoping to pull Tier over with him. Having already foreseen this, Tier simply rolls through, and ends up on his feet by the ring ropes. A light fall like that doesn't faze Jack, however, and he is back to his feet milliseconds later, charging in with a clothesline that damn near knocks Tier out of his mask. Taking quick of advantage of the situation, Jack stomps all over the prone Tier, who quickly rolls out of the ring, pushing Onikage out of his way as he heads back in.
CM: You don't wanna annoy a man as powerful as Onikage. If he gets upset you're in for all sorts of trouble.
JH: Yeah, and there's plenty of people in the roster who'll vouch for that.
Now back in the ring and ready to fight again, Tier unloads a salvo of rights and left into Jack's obscured face, but as stiff as they are he stands his ground, eventually throwing a violent left hook that staggers Tier, but not long to stop him Sidekicking his opponent to the mat. A huge thud echoes tound the arena as Jack hits the floor with quite some force. Tier siezes an opportunity and mounts the fallen man, raining jabs into Jack.
JH: Why isn't the official doing something about this?
CL: Think about it, moron. It's Fuzz. He's used to doing hardcore matches. He's probably just upset that no-one's been put through four flaming barbwire tables from a thirty foot scaffolding onto shards of glass and smashed up lightbulbs yet. Plus, he knows this has gotta end clearly, I mean it's for the number one contendership.
JH: Well yeah, but couldn't he try to break them up?
A faint slapping sound can be heard. This is Conse Facepalming really quite hard indeed.
Back to the in ring action, and Jack has managed to shove Tier off him, and in fact right through the first and second ropes, out to the arena floor. He then quickly follows, rolling under the ropes, and stalking his stunned opponent. The two quickly begin trading blows, taking the occasional break to whip each other into a barrier or set of ringsteps. All the time, Fuzz stands in the ring, watching like nothing out of the ordinary is going on.
JH: So, I presume he's not counting because their 'must be a winner', right?
CM: Wow, watch out Conse, Hitchen's starting to catch on.
A hard irish whip sends Tier hurtling up the entry ramp, Jack close on his heels. The two reach the stage, and resume their bitter war there. Tier gets a facefull of wall, but Jack is soon forced to swallow quite a large chunk of the floor, and as the two have a punch flinging contest right in the entryway, something unexpected happens.
Fuzz, possibly under orders from the timekeeper and associated officials surrounding the ring, begins to count.
[align=center]ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
FOUR!!
FIVE!!
SIX!![/align]
The two combatants know it's a twenty count, and as a result show no sign in letting up on each other. Fuzz continues to count in the ring, and the men continue to exchange blows, unaffected.
[align=center]ELEVEN!
TWELVE!!
THIRTEEN!!
FOURTEEN!![/align]
A sudden realisation dawns on our warriors, as they realise that whoever gets back in the ring first will win the match, and as a result be the the UIC's number one contender. Jack is the first to actually start running, but Tier is quickly on his heels.
[align=center]SEVENTEEN![/align]
Tier has now realised that the only thing left to do is try to trip Jack up. It's the only way he's going to beat him back to the ring, and stand any chance of taking the victory.
[align=center]EIGHTEEN!![/align]
Tier extends his legs, but the momentum of Jack colliding with him makes him stumble, and the two collapse into a large masked heap at the bottom of the ramp.
Fans around the arena are on their feet, screaming for their chosen superstar to make it to the ring, but the two don't seem to be moving.
[align=center]NINETEEN!!
TWENTY!!
DING!
DING!![/align]
MA: Ladies and gentlem...
The announcement is quickly drowned out by a cavalcade of boos and jeers from the crowd, which doesn't show any signs of getting any quieter
As the crowd continues to voice its displeasure, Fuzz and Anderson share a glance, the two obviously asking each other the same question with their eyes.
The crowd descends into an expectant hush....
After a few tense seconds, Fuzz smiles and nods at the announcer, to rapturous applause from the crowd.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled his previous ruling null and void, and therefore the match will continue when both of our competitors have entered the ring!!!
Cue much marking out.
Tier is first to his feet, his head clutching his mask. He is obviously baffled by the ruling, and begins to slowly make his way back to the restart of the match. What he hadn't counted on, however, was Jack going absolutely bat-shit mental, and launching him back into the ring. Tier scrabbles to his feet, only to take the full force of Jack's fist to his face, followed by another, and another, and another. And a kick to the gut, followed by a clubbing double axehandle across his back.
By now, Tier is trapped in the corner, penned in by Jack's uncontrollable anger. The Texan takes a series of body shots, before a horrendous choke at the hands of the New York madman.
In fact, as Jack stops to take a breather, it looks like Tier has been completely broken in two. Which makes it all the more surprising when he grips Jack's ankle, spins him round, and kicks him in the gut, following through quickly with the...
CM: Wegenleid!!!! Jack nearly went headfirst through the mat!
Jack has barely stopped bouncing off the mat as Tier rolls over Jack, pinning his shoulders in a labyrinthine roll-up pin, Aided by his feet on the ropes.
[align=center]ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!!!
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!!![/align]
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner this evening: TIIIIIIEEEER!
JH: Oh, come on! there was no need to finish such a fantastic show of stamina with such a cheap move! What's he thinking?
CL: Hey, a win's a win, Bitchen. Tier just showed that he does actually know when to use his mind, that's all.
Unbeknown to the commentators, who are still squabbling over Tier's ways of winning, the crowd cheer the arrival of Elrick, who is stood at the top of the ramp, laughing heartily at the fallen Crackerjack as Tier's signature music plays on.
A spinning FIW logo turbines onto the screen and then spits out an image of one of Yokohama Arenas function rooms looking out onto the crowded coliseum. There's nothing palatial about the room itself, but you can tell nothing came from Ikea. On centre screen sits Gunnar LeLand, to the inner right, and 'The Majesty' Cole Summons, to the inner left; both in single black leather arm chairs angled symmetrically towards the other to facilitate easier discussion with themselves and their audience. Gunnar appears in a smart double breasted black pinstriped suit, while Cole is more notably dressed down in a white buttoned down shirt and black dress pants with loose accessories hanging from his neck and wrists. Gunnar opens by addressing the camera which begins to zoom in, switching angles to draw the onlooking audience in.
Gunnar: Konbanwa, FIW fans. The man besides me needs no introduction-
At this Cole gives a confident shrug n' nod which catches Gunnar's eye and causes him to chuckle through his words.
Gunnar: -but-ahum *clears throat* I will, regardless. It is an honour to have with us tonight, 'Katai Oogata'! 'The Majesty' Cole Summons.
The crowd seen through the window to their rear are visibly stimulated at the sound of their adopted sons Japanese stage name.
Majesty: Arigatou gozaimasu.
Majesty puts his hand together prayfully and nods in respect to his interviewer and then turns toward the audience to do the same.
Gunnar: Well, let's get the figurative 'ball' rolling then shall we? First off, just give us a brief overview of what's been happening in the years you've been apart from FIW.
Majesty: Well as most of you know I sort of fell off the FIW killing fields after Dangerous Liaisons of 2004 fame. Of course there were rumours of how and why, but it really just came down to a change in perspective and consequentially the objectives I had in mind. At that time in my life I was still yearning for an experience that wasn't, in the foreseeable future, becoming available to me. I accomplished quite a lot in the year and a half I'd been on TNT - defeating the cruiserweight division not only physically but mentally which was evidenced in my astounding accuracy of the cruiserweight division's destruction and also being able to reach the show's 'main event' status. But uh...yeah. That doesn't really answer your question though, does it?
Gunnar and Cole share a smile before continuing.
Majesty: So after leaving FIW I went to Japan to get some experience under the moniker of 'Katai Oogata', which translates roughly to 'Hard Truth'. And I had a lot of uh...'extra curricular' activities, I guess you'd call them. Flying back to Australia for the odd guest appearance on local T which, to be honest, is pretty horrid. And amongst that I managed to get my honours in psychology from Monash 'U' as well as completing a major in Arts - Latin language studies . So that kept me busy as well as the regular celebrity alarum.
The greatest part since the red sea twitches back and forth as it mulls over the impressive list of accomplishments.
Gunnar: That sounds like quite a varied mixture of events. But if you would permit, I'd like to back step a little and focus on your interactions with Japans unique puroresu environment. How did this influence you in terms of style?
Majesty: Well my interaction with F.U.C.K, as well as frequent sparring sessions with Apocalypse, really inspired me to unleash a more technical part of my wrestling repour, even as I existed in FIW. But I really wanted to expand on that part of my repertoire, and what better place to learn than at the heart of wrestling's greatest technical innovations? I mean, you can take a burning hammer from Jimmy B. but uhh...taking one from those guys is a different kind of unconscious.
Gunnar: Mm, as any educated fan would know. I'd love to expand on some of what we've mentioned but we're live and on a time limit so lets move right along towards current events. What's your evaluation of FIW over the last two weeks? You're yet to compete but I'm sure you've been keeping up with what's going on.
Majesty bites his bottom lip in thought before moving on.
Majesty: Well I can only speak from a TNT perspective, obviously, so you'll have to forgive me. But uh...yeah. It's certainly a different place. There are SOME things that don't ever change of course...like Kennedy having relationship trouble with...well, any man with a six pack and half a personality. Apart from Swytch who had more personalities then he knew what to do with.
Gunnar laughs through his moustache as a whale would had they the appropriate verbal anatomy.
Majesty: But no Silent Rage, no Fozzy, no Apocalypse, no Chris McClay, no Brad, no Kailey? Even the lower card guys like Toan, Josie and Sparky have gone on to other prospects and promotions. I do know OF some of the current champions just from chatting to guys around the circuit and what not. People like Kiyoshi, Xtreme Kitten, Prime and a few others that were on SLAM! when I was still around. And I spose with a change of workers it's inevitable that a shift in culture should occur, which is wildly apparent. It's more divided back stage then I ever remembered.
In the early days there was always a sense of tradition in the ether. Everyone knew we were creating something special. Something that would be remembered. And to a certain extent there was always an unspoken respect between workers, even if it was instilled amongst hatred. I mean, on occasion you could even see Tier chumming up to a backstage random. Albeit, it was often because he wanted to uhh...lambaste them and paint with their bodily fluids. And it's this question of 'old' and 'new' - what was, what is, and what is to come that has almost strangled that atmosphere of tradition. And in some form I guess it's creating a new one.
But getting wrapped up in questions of 'old' and 'new', while fascinating to analyse, is really quite irrelevant once you get into the ring. Fact is, if you're not contemporary no matter where you are you'll soon be forgotten, defeated or both...man, I'm 26 and I'm already sounding like an old man.
Gunnar: A-ha, yes. It's not me for a change. Brilliant.
Gunnar's moustaches bristles as the words come out of his mouth; Cole shifting in his chair as he grants Gunnar the honour of his laughter.
Majesty: Don't worry, it won't last.
Gunnar: So ah, speaking of past and future, what are your thoughts on the most recent Revolt Show?
Majesty: Oh yeah, certainly some great matches. My favourite would have to be Jim vs. Elrick. Two guys who really embodied what TNT was about anyways. Tenacity, faith, honour and damn hard work.
Gunnar: As well as a host of others I'm sure. But that question did come with a pretence. So if I could be blatantly specific, what are your thoughts on The Rejects threat to those, yourself mentioned specifically, who may want to stop their latest push for FIW domination. Your thoughts?
Majesty: You mean the Iron Cross crusade?
Gunnar: Well that's one way of putting it.
Majesty: Ahhhh...? Honestly, it's probably just best to ignore them. All I saw out there was irony running amuck. BUT...embellishing what brilliance resides up here-
Cole points to his fabulous noggin.
Majesty: -does give me a boost I can't get from any guarana shot soooo...
Cole flashes a mischievous grin, a sign of the ruthlessly wholesome Maj-y goodness that's to come.
Majesty: From first glance I could suggest that The Rejects represent a complex chronicle of the 'bully syndrome'. Forgive if I'm going over basics here but, you did ask.
Gunnar nods to give Cole the go ahead even though he doesn't need it.
Majesty: See, often a bully strikes out at his environment because of some sort of hidden abusive behaviour. Onikage-you'll have to forgive me if I focus on Onikage, but seeing as he's the 'brains', or at least the 'mouth, of the operation I'm drawn to him moreso then the others - is a man fighting voraciously against the current and past FIW environment because of his past abuses. And this 'FIW environment', as depicted by Onikage, seems to be represented by myself Tier, Kennedy and Jim because of our assumed likelihood of fearing the change that is supposedly to come. But in retrospect, Tier is the only person on TNT that he's ever been openly rejected or abused by. His previous SLAM! and TNT general managers are no longer associated with FIW. If anything, the roster can only be accused of apathy in letting these injustices go on, but it's hardly their responsibility. And hardly mine since I've never made contact with him. SO.
I would suggest that his and/or their actions are a direct result of their own subconscious fear of abandonment. Onikage has, as a guess, experienced this in a more private arena and is now using FIW, metaphorically, as a way of overcoming this fear. I'm guessing 'coach' didn't let him play in the 'big game' against the school rivals basketball team, or something. ha.
The name of their faction is the personification of this subconsciously fearful framework. The Rejects. Onikage obviously doesn't fit in anywhere else so he's surrounded himself with people who are desperate and easily influenced because of the way they have handled rejection in the past. And by surrounding himself with these sorts of people he can't possibly see or believe any perspective that might deviate from his own which is continually instilled in his most intimate surrounds. I mean, if you listen to Simple Plan and nothing else you'd be in the same situation - with the added negative of having absolutely no taste in music and a shortened life span because of the likelihood of suicide.
If I could stretch this analysis to some of the other members, just for a moment.
Cole stares directly into the camera with nothing but sincerity in his baby blue globes.
Majesty: Listen. We are living in an age where acceptance and tolerance is being used as a WEAPON by the liberal intelligentsia. I mean, you can't call a terrorist a 'terrorist' without being accused of political insensitivity. We are in an age where darkly masked deviants and self mutilation is celebrated as legendary, 'deep' and 'cutting edge' - no pun intended - where homosexuality is bigger then Sodom and Gomorrah, and where emo kids are overtaking popular culture. That is you, rejects! You can't tell me that you've suffered nothing but utter rejection UNLESS you have been seeking it. I mean, not everyone in FIW can be a republican, right?
This gets an impromptu guffaw out of Gunnar, taking Cole off guard and being noted in his stuttered speech as he tries not to be infected. He turns back to Gunnar, addressing him once more
Majesty: It's logically and statistically {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} for those guys to be thinking and acting the way you do. And as a result of this ill logic the rejects are bringing domination through fear and unjustified vindication. By hanging Liam Mortell The Rejects have, metaphorically, invaded Poland and it's only a matter of time till FIW's Churchill becomes elected.
Quite pleased with his diagnosis, Cole falls back into his chair and clasps the arm ends of his chair with his palms.
Majesty: Mind you, that diagnosis was made on the presumption of 10 minutes of television footage and hearsay.
Gunnar: Well that's certainly an interesting diagnosis and I'd love to debate it with you but we really are running short on time.
Gunnar glances down at his watch and taps it just to make sure he's on the money.
Gunnar: So my final question to close the segment may be, on the surface, the simplest but could potentially lead us the rest of the way through the night. Cole, why after all these years have you decided to come back at this specific moment in FIW's timeline?
A smile almost splits Cole s face in two as he becomes flooded with his own thoughts and motivations.
Majesty: Weeelll...
Majesty shows true showmanship in a perfectly timed pause.
Majesty: ...what would be the fun in telling you that?
Gunnar's belly laugh bristles through his moustache.
Gunnar: I guess we'll wait and see.
Majesty: Guess is right, Gunnar.
Gunnar shifts his weight onto the right arm of the chair, facing the camera.
Gunnar: Thanks for enjoying this time with us folks. Stay tuned for the rest of this mammoth show. You wouldn't dare
Gunnar brims at The Majesty, prompting those two little words. Cole erks at first, dreading the impending lameness of repeating a show's catchprase.
Majesty: Miss it.
Atta boy.
Majesty: Coz we might just pass you by.
Cole and Gunnar chuckle together as they turn to engage each other in discourse behind the camera lens. Fade.
La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right!
La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right!
The lights dim throughout the arena as Kanye repeats the lines accapella. He receives a mixed reaction throughout the arena as Shaun's music blasts. Shaun slowly steps out the curtains and stops right above the stairs.
I Had A Dream I Can Buy My Way To Heaven, When I Woke I Spent That On A Necklace.
I Told God I'll Be Back In A Second, Man It's So Hard Not To Act Reckless!
Shaun stares cockily at the crowd into the arena. He crosses both of his arms as white pyro rains down from the Revoltrons behind him. Once the pyro stops raining Shaun slowly takes off his hood and smirks as he jogs down the stairs. He nods his head to the song as he walks slowly down the aisleway. Clips of Shaun in action plays on the ReVoltrons.
I Feel The Pressure, Under More Scrutiny
And What I Do? Act More Stupidly!
Shaun nears the ring and takes off his hoodie and slings it into the nearby audience. Shaun continues to lip synch the words as he takes a couple of steps and hops up on the ring apron. Shaun turns and raises both arms in the air leaning on the top ropes. After taunting the crowd more he walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it.
So If The Devil Wear Prada, Adam & Eve Wears Nada
I'm In Between, But Way More Fresher.
With Way Less Effort, Cuz When You Try Hard.......That's When You Die Hard!
Your Homies Looking Like Why God, When They Reminisce Over You My God!
The beat breaks down as the woman continues her chant as Shaun is perched above the top rope. He taps his chest and raises his arms still talking trash to him. Shaun finally climbs down and adjusts his wrestling gear.
Excuse Iz You Saying Something?
Un Uh You Can't Tell Me Nothing!
(Ha Ha) You Can't Tell Me Nothing!
La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right!
La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right!
Shaun bounces around the ring and gets ready for his opponents.
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest LIVE at ReVolt is scheduled for one fall, it is for the FIW Flycore Championship and it is a match where FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE IN THE CITY OF YOKOHAMA! In the ring at this time, he represents the Tanaka Zaibatsu, from Houston, Texas, he is the FIW FLLLYCOOORE CHAMPION SHAUN WILLLLLSON!
All goes black for a moment, blacklights cutting in sharply as the dark purple strobes, as if they were almost constant camera flashes, start up down the walkway, the opening notes of Before I Forget rocking our faces and bringing some of the crowd to their feet cheering, about ready to see their Dark Knight.
La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right!
The lights dim throughout the arena as Kanye repeats the lines accapella. He receives a mixed reaction throughout the arena as Shaun's music blasts. Shaun slowly steps out the curtains and stops right above the stairs.
I Had A Dream I Can Buy My Way To Heaven, When I Woke I Spent That On A Necklace.
I Told God I'll Be Back In A Second, Man It's So Hard Not To Act Reckless!
Shaun stares cockily at the crowd into the arena. He crosses both of his arms as white pyro rains down from the Revoltrons behind him. Once the pyro stops raining Shaun slowly takes off his hood and smirks as he jogs down the stairs. He nods his head to the song as he walks slowly down the aisleway. Clips of Shaun in action plays on the ReVoltrons.
I Feel The Pressure, Under More Scrutiny
And What I Do? Act More Stupidly!
Shaun nears the ring and takes off his hoodie and slings it into the nearby audience. Shaun continues to lip synch the words as he takes a couple of steps and hops up on the ring apron. Shaun turns and raises both arms in the air leaning on the top ropes. After taunting the crowd more he walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it.
So If The Devil Wear Prada, Adam & Eve Wears Nada
I'm In Between, But Way More Fresher.
With Way Less Effort, Cuz When You Try Hard.......That's When You Die Hard!
Your Homies Looking Like Why God, When They Reminisce Over You My God!
The beat breaks down as the woman continues her chant as Shaun is perched above the top rope. He taps his chest and raises his arms still talking trash to him. Shaun finally climbs down and adjusts his wrestling gear.
Excuse Iz You Saying Something?
Un Uh You Can't Tell Me Nothing!
(Ha Ha) You Can't Tell Me Nothing!
La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right!
La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right!
Shaun bounces around the ring and gets ready for his opponents.
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest LIVE at ReVolt is scheduled for one fall, it is for the FIW Flycore Championship and it is a match where FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE IN THE CITY OF YOKOHAMA! In the ring at this time, he represents the Tanaka Zaibatsu, from Houston, Texas, he is the FIW FLLLYCOOORE CHAMPION SHAUN WILLLLLSON!
All goes black for a moment, blacklights cutting in sharply as the dark purple strobes, as if they were almost constant camera flashes, start up down the walkway, the opening notes of Before I Forget rocking our faces and bringing some of the crowd to their feet cheering, about ready to see their Dark Knight.
GO![/align]
The music continues to pummel until the first line spewed from Number 8 fades in, giving way to smoke filling the stage, as a light in the shape of the Neverwinter Eye appears in the mist. Nightmare makes his way through the curtain, hood covering his face, and stands there with his eyes firmly locked on the ring, letting the strobes illuminate him and give him a very unnerving, fucking scary look. He starts on his paced walk to the ring, as soon as he reaches within range of the fans he starts tagging their hands, camera flashes washing over him. No matter how loud the fans are, no matter how many pictures are taken of him, though, his focus NEVER breaks from the ring. Once Nightmare arrives ringside he jumps up onto the apron in one fluid motion and climbs the turnbuckle, looking out into the crowd from underneath his hood.
The music continues to pummel until the first line spewed from Number 8 fades in, giving way to smoke filling the stage, as a light in the shape of the Neverwinter Eye appears in the mist. Nightmare makes his way through the curtain, hood covering his face, and stands there with his eyes firmly locked on the ring, letting the strobes illuminate him and give him a very unnerving, fucking scary look. He starts on his paced walk to the ring, as soon as he reaches within range of the fans he starts tagging their hands, camera flashes washing over him. No matter how loud the fans are, no matter how many pictures are taken of him, though, his focus NEVER breaks from the ring. Once Nightmare arrives ringside he jumps up onto the apron in one fluid motion and climbs the turnbuckle, looking out into the crowd from underneath his hood.
FRAY THE STRINGS..
THROW THE SHAPES..
HOLD YOUR BREATH..
LISTEN!!![/align]
Nightmare jumps over the ropes, turning as he lands so that he's facing away from his opponent, looking out into the crowd. He throws his hood back, then climbs back up on the ropes, throwing his arms out in a Triple H pose, ROARING proudly to the fans as more purple strobes blaze all over him.
THROW THE SHAPES..
HOLD YOUR BREATH..
LISTEN!!![/align]
Nightmare jumps over the ropes, turning as he lands so that he's facing away from his opponent, looking out into the crowd. He throws his hood back, then climbs back up on the ropes, throwing his arms out in a Triple H pose, ROARING proudly to the fans as more purple strobes blaze all over him.
I!
AM A WORLD BEFORE I AM A MAN
I!
WAS A CREATURE BEFORE I COULD STAND
I!
WILL REMEMBER BEFORE I FORGET
BEFORE I FORGET THAT[/align]
Finally, Nightmare steps down, turns and faces his opponent, a stoic look of focus and determination on his face as he unbuckles his jacket, removing that and dropping it to the floor. He briefly stretches on the ropes, but as soon as the referee takes the Flycore title from him Nightmare CHARGES SHAUN WILSON, TACKLING HIM TO THE MAT AND WAILING ON HIM WITH A FLURRY OF PUNCHES!
JH: Look OUT, here we go!
*DING DING*
CL: Nightmares not wasting any time, this is a nice change from all that fair-fighting bullshit!
He finally breaks from the mounted punches, pulling Shaun up and firing him towards the ropes, Shaun comes back though with a forearm strike that backs Night into the ropes, Shaun jumps up and clocks Nightmare with a great standing dropkick, sending the Dark Knight tumbling over the ropes but he lands on his feet! The crowd pops for Nightmares athleticism as well as Shauns, while Nightmare has grabbed Shauns foot and dragged him under the bottom rope to the outside! Night blocks a right hand from Shaun and grabs him around the throat with both hands, roaring with power as he lifts the African American Whoop Ass Machine and THROWS HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE STEEL POST!
CM: Illegal! Disqualify him! Make him retire! DO SOMETHING, REF, DONT LET HIM DO THAT TO SHAUN!
JH: I think he just broke Shauns back that time, what strength exhibited by the Dark Knight!
CL: Nightmare is pissed, and I have to say it, I like it when hes pissed, because he gets violent! And I LOVE it when it gets violent! Hahaha!
Nightmare seems to be favoring his knee a little bit, maybe having tweaked his bad knee when he landed on his feet on the outside, but that doesnt seem to be deterring him for long as he picks up Shaun Wilson who is in obvious pain, sending him over the safety rail and into the Yokohama crowd! The crowd gets louder as this Flycore Title match spills into the masses, Nightmare following his opponent over and knocking him back a few steps with a straight right hand! Nightmare follows, hitting a knee lift to the midsection, then he applies a standing headscissor and a double underhook, calling for the Cataclysm early!
JH: This could be it, Nightmare going for the home run right nowNO! Shaun broke Nightmares grip and hit a low dropkick to that knee, the knee that Tier inexplicably damaged last week!
CL: Shaun dodged a bullet there, he had better not leave himself that open again or we are going to have a new champion!
CM: He was on the cover of GQ! Of COURSE hes not gonna let that happen again!
CL: That will help him how?
CM: It just will! Now watch the match! You dont get paid to bitch at me!
Night indeed is favoring his knee big time now after the shot by Shaun Wilson, Shaun now taking him and leading him over to a group of fans where he takes the big man and Irish whips him, sending Nightmare crashing into the chairs that the fans intelligently got the hell away from. Nightmare is down now, chairs scattered all around him, as Shaun is talking trash to him before picking him up again, heading for a tunnel leading backstage. Shaun makes it to what appears to be the mess hall now, the fans that are back there cheering the two men on, as Shaun proceeds with whipping Nightmare into one of the longer tables in the room, sending food, drinks and silverware flying everywhere, Shaun then gets up on the table opposite from them and runs down it, timing his leap just as Nightmare gets up to SNAP HIM TO THE FLOOR with a great hurricanrana! Shaun scoots over after the move and pins him, J. J. right there for the count..
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Finally, Nightmare steps down, turns and faces his opponent, a stoic look of focus and determination on his face as he unbuckles his jacket, removing that and dropping it to the floor. He briefly stretches on the ropes, but as soon as the referee takes the Flycore title from him Nightmare CHARGES SHAUN WILSON, TACKLING HIM TO THE MAT AND WAILING ON HIM WITH A FLURRY OF PUNCHES!
JH: Look OUT, here we go!
*DING DING*
CL: Nightmares not wasting any time, this is a nice change from all that fair-fighting bullshit!
He finally breaks from the mounted punches, pulling Shaun up and firing him towards the ropes, Shaun comes back though with a forearm strike that backs Night into the ropes, Shaun jumps up and clocks Nightmare with a great standing dropkick, sending the Dark Knight tumbling over the ropes but he lands on his feet! The crowd pops for Nightmares athleticism as well as Shauns, while Nightmare has grabbed Shauns foot and dragged him under the bottom rope to the outside! Night blocks a right hand from Shaun and grabs him around the throat with both hands, roaring with power as he lifts the African American Whoop Ass Machine and THROWS HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE STEEL POST!
CM: Illegal! Disqualify him! Make him retire! DO SOMETHING, REF, DONT LET HIM DO THAT TO SHAUN!
JH: I think he just broke Shauns back that time, what strength exhibited by the Dark Knight!
CL: Nightmare is pissed, and I have to say it, I like it when hes pissed, because he gets violent! And I LOVE it when it gets violent! Hahaha!
Nightmare seems to be favoring his knee a little bit, maybe having tweaked his bad knee when he landed on his feet on the outside, but that doesnt seem to be deterring him for long as he picks up Shaun Wilson who is in obvious pain, sending him over the safety rail and into the Yokohama crowd! The crowd gets louder as this Flycore Title match spills into the masses, Nightmare following his opponent over and knocking him back a few steps with a straight right hand! Nightmare follows, hitting a knee lift to the midsection, then he applies a standing headscissor and a double underhook, calling for the Cataclysm early!
JH: This could be it, Nightmare going for the home run right nowNO! Shaun broke Nightmares grip and hit a low dropkick to that knee, the knee that Tier inexplicably damaged last week!
CL: Shaun dodged a bullet there, he had better not leave himself that open again or we are going to have a new champion!
CM: He was on the cover of GQ! Of COURSE hes not gonna let that happen again!
CL: That will help him how?
CM: It just will! Now watch the match! You dont get paid to bitch at me!
Night indeed is favoring his knee big time now after the shot by Shaun Wilson, Shaun now taking him and leading him over to a group of fans where he takes the big man and Irish whips him, sending Nightmare crashing into the chairs that the fans intelligently got the hell away from. Nightmare is down now, chairs scattered all around him, as Shaun is talking trash to him before picking him up again, heading for a tunnel leading backstage. Shaun makes it to what appears to be the mess hall now, the fans that are back there cheering the two men on, as Shaun proceeds with whipping Nightmare into one of the longer tables in the room, sending food, drinks and silverware flying everywhere, Shaun then gets up on the table opposite from them and runs down it, timing his leap just as Nightmare gets up to SNAP HIM TO THE FLOOR with a great hurricanrana! Shaun scoots over after the move and pins him, J. J. right there for the count..
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JH: Definetly impressive athleticism from Shaun Wilson, coming off that table to attack Nightmare!
Shaun now picks up Nightmare and leads him over to the food table that he jumped off of a few moments ago, talking more shit to Nightmare, saying You want a snack, Nighty? before smashing his head into the snack plate! Shaun raises Nightmares head again, Nightmares face covered in bean dip, relish, ketchup, maybe even a little blood, with Shaun picking up the snack plate now and swinging it at him but Nightmare ducks the swing, hits a body shot to the midsection, making Shaun drop the plate. Nightmare kicks him in the gut to stun him further before picking up the punch bowl and SMASHING IT OVER THE FLYCORE PHENOMS FACE, SENDING PUNCH SPLASHING ALL OVER BOTH MEN! ANOTHER HARD SHOT OVER THE HEAD AND BROKEN GLASS IS SENT FLYING EVERYWHERE!
CL: Hello!
JH: I dont believe punch will be Shauns favored juice flavor from here on out! Look at the glass everywhere, this is getting ugly!
Shaun drops to the floor, dazed, dripping with punch and possibly blood as Nightmare picks up one of the broken shards of glass, handling it carefully with his gloves as he picks Shaun up by the cornrows, holding the glass up to his fans in the concession area. His supporters roar their approval as Nightmare jams the glass into Shauns forehead, the glass digging into Shauns flesh, causing blood to start streaming down his ebony features, J.J. getting in there, asking Shaun if he wants to stop the match as Nightmare is roaring in elation at the pain hes causing his adversary!
JH: Nightmares lost it! I have never seen him this RUTHLESS before! He truly DOES want to hurt Shaun Wilson!
Nightmare finally lets Shaun go, throwing the glass away, Shaun dripping blood onto the floor as Nightmare drops down for the pin..
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JH: Definetly impressive athleticism from Shaun Wilson, coming off that table to attack Nightmare!
Shaun now picks up Nightmare and leads him over to the food table that he jumped off of a few moments ago, talking more shit to Nightmare, saying You want a snack, Nighty? before smashing his head into the snack plate! Shaun raises Nightmares head again, Nightmares face covered in bean dip, relish, ketchup, maybe even a little blood, with Shaun picking up the snack plate now and swinging it at him but Nightmare ducks the swing, hits a body shot to the midsection, making Shaun drop the plate. Nightmare kicks him in the gut to stun him further before picking up the punch bowl and SMASHING IT OVER THE FLYCORE PHENOMS FACE, SENDING PUNCH SPLASHING ALL OVER BOTH MEN! ANOTHER HARD SHOT OVER THE HEAD AND BROKEN GLASS IS SENT FLYING EVERYWHERE!
CL: Hello!
JH: I dont believe punch will be Shauns favored juice flavor from here on out! Look at the glass everywhere, this is getting ugly!
Shaun drops to the floor, dazed, dripping with punch and possibly blood as Nightmare picks up one of the broken shards of glass, handling it carefully with his gloves as he picks Shaun up by the cornrows, holding the glass up to his fans in the concession area. His supporters roar their approval as Nightmare jams the glass into Shauns forehead, the glass digging into Shauns flesh, causing blood to start streaming down his ebony features, J.J. getting in there, asking Shaun if he wants to stop the match as Nightmare is roaring in elation at the pain hes causing his adversary!
JH: Nightmares lost it! I have never seen him this RUTHLESS before! He truly DOES want to hurt Shaun Wilson!
Nightmare finally lets Shaun go, throwing the glass away, Shaun dripping blood onto the floor as Nightmare drops down for the pin..
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JH: This is a war where there WILL be casualties, folks! The Flycore Title is pretty much on the back burner with the history between these two!
Nightmare now picks up Shaun Wilson, his boots crunching the glass underfoot as he hooks up a standing headscissor, loading the Flycore Phenom up for what appears to be a powerbomb, but Shaun blocks it by widening his vertical base, he drops down to his knees and hits a blatant low blow! Nightmare doubles over and Shaun hooks him up, SNAPPING him backfirst into the concrete with a harsh snap suplex! Shaun then lifts Nightmare up, taking him and whipping him towards the hallway leading out of the concession area, crashing the Dark Knight shoulder first into a garbage can! Garbage goes everywhere as Nightmare collapses holding his shoulder, he fights his way to his feet though as Shaun picks up the trash can, dumping the rest of the garbage out before CLOBBERING Nightmare over the head with it! The Dark Knight is down and Shaun makes a cover!
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JH: This is a war where there WILL be casualties, folks! The Flycore Title is pretty much on the back burner with the history between these two!
Nightmare now picks up Shaun Wilson, his boots crunching the glass underfoot as he hooks up a standing headscissor, loading the Flycore Phenom up for what appears to be a powerbomb, but Shaun blocks it by widening his vertical base, he drops down to his knees and hits a blatant low blow! Nightmare doubles over and Shaun hooks him up, SNAPPING him backfirst into the concrete with a harsh snap suplex! Shaun then lifts Nightmare up, taking him and whipping him towards the hallway leading out of the concession area, crashing the Dark Knight shoulder first into a garbage can! Garbage goes everywhere as Nightmare collapses holding his shoulder, he fights his way to his feet though as Shaun picks up the trash can, dumping the rest of the garbage out before CLOBBERING Nightmare over the head with it! The Dark Knight is down and Shaun makes a cover!
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CL: Looks like Nights thick skull came into play there, a normal man would have been put down for good by that shot!
JH: Nightmare is no normal man! I hear over on Thursday Slam he used to go through punishment like this every week and walk away from it!
CM: Yeah, while the cameras were on. Ive heard him in the training room screaming like the bitch he is over a few flesh wounds Hahaha..
CL: How about YOU try getting in the ring, Chip.
CM: Yeah, I
CL: Yeah, shut up.
They seem to be heading back to the ring or at least trying to now as Shaun has picked up Nightmare who has been busted open by the trash can, but Shaun has instead thrown Nightmare down the hallway towards the back of the arena. Shaun follows him, grabbing a fire extinguisher on the way, and looks to be wanting to use it but when he gets to Nightmare, the Dark Knight fires back with a shot to the throat from his knees, making Shaun drop the fire extinguisher, Nightmare steps back and launches a big boot at Shauns head but Shaun ducks it and CHOP BLOCKS NIGHTMARES KNEE! Nightmare crumples to his knees and Shaun gathers up the fire extinguisher, clobbering him in the back of the head with it! He follows up with a pinfall..
JH: This has got to be it, did you hear that thud?!
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CL: Looks like Nights thick skull came into play there, a normal man would have been put down for good by that shot!
JH: Nightmare is no normal man! I hear over on Thursday Slam he used to go through punishment like this every week and walk away from it!
CM: Yeah, while the cameras were on. Ive heard him in the training room screaming like the bitch he is over a few flesh wounds Hahaha..
CL: How about YOU try getting in the ring, Chip.
CM: Yeah, I
CL: Yeah, shut up.
They seem to be heading back to the ring or at least trying to now as Shaun has picked up Nightmare who has been busted open by the trash can, but Shaun has instead thrown Nightmare down the hallway towards the back of the arena. Shaun follows him, grabbing a fire extinguisher on the way, and looks to be wanting to use it but when he gets to Nightmare, the Dark Knight fires back with a shot to the throat from his knees, making Shaun drop the fire extinguisher, Nightmare steps back and launches a big boot at Shauns head but Shaun ducks it and CHOP BLOCKS NIGHTMARES KNEE! Nightmare crumples to his knees and Shaun gathers up the fire extinguisher, clobbering him in the back of the head with it! He follows up with a pinfall..
JH: This has got to be it, did you hear that thud?!
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CM: What are you doin Nightmare!? Just give up!
CL: He got out at one that time!
Nightmare is trying to pull himself up now, as Shaun is just paintbrushing him now, slapping him in his bloodstained head, talking shit to him, telling him to stay down as they are now in the office area that showcases many windowed rooms where the techs do their work (Remniscent of the Hardcore Title Match at Wrestlemania X-7), Shaun locks in a fisherman hold and looks to give Nightmare a suplex, but Night blocks it, Night blocks another attempt and pushes Shaun away, grabbing him by the throat with both hands and positioning himself so he can LAUNCH SHAUN THROUGH THE GLASS WINDOW WITH A CHOKE TOSS!
JH: JESUS! JESUS! HE FUCKING KILLED HIM!
CL: That was a desperation move!
Nightmare drops to a knee, holding his bad leg in obvious pain, wiping the blood out of his eyes as he is just too damned hurt to follow up on that maneuver, Shaun barely moving, broken glass scattered everywhere. Shauns able to get up before Nightmare does and picks up an office chair, throwing it at the advancing Dark Knight to stagger him back, he then sets up the office chair, running and stepping up on it so he can cross body block Nightmare to the floor! Shaun stays on for another pin..
KICKOUT AGAIN![/align]
CM: What are you doin Nightmare!? Just give up!
CL: He got out at one that time!
Nightmare is trying to pull himself up now, as Shaun is just paintbrushing him now, slapping him in his bloodstained head, talking shit to him, telling him to stay down as they are now in the office area that showcases many windowed rooms where the techs do their work (Remniscent of the Hardcore Title Match at Wrestlemania X-7), Shaun locks in a fisherman hold and looks to give Nightmare a suplex, but Night blocks it, Night blocks another attempt and pushes Shaun away, grabbing him by the throat with both hands and positioning himself so he can LAUNCH SHAUN THROUGH THE GLASS WINDOW WITH A CHOKE TOSS!
JH: JESUS! JESUS! HE FUCKING KILLED HIM!
CL: That was a desperation move!
Nightmare drops to a knee, holding his bad leg in obvious pain, wiping the blood out of his eyes as he is just too damned hurt to follow up on that maneuver, Shaun barely moving, broken glass scattered everywhere. Shauns able to get up before Nightmare does and picks up an office chair, throwing it at the advancing Dark Knight to stagger him back, he then sets up the office chair, running and stepping up on it so he can cross body block Nightmare to the floor! Shaun stays on for another pin..
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Shaun is getting REALLY mad now as they are heading towards the locker room area, trading punches as they go, they stop in the middle of the hallway as soon as they get to the locker room area and start trading HARD right hands, Nightmare getting the better hand and scoring a knockdown as he is the better striker, he picks up Shaun and Irish Whips him into the wall, face first, Shaun staggers back and Nightmares there to pick him up and drop him right on the floor with a back suplex!
JH: He couldnt get him up as high as he wanted to with that bad knee!
Nightmare picks Shaun up now and heads through the locker room area, throwing Shaun through the double doors that lead now into the parking lot! Nightmare grabs a trash can lid from a helpful fan and throws it into Shauns face Sabu-style as soon as he gets up, staggering Shaun towards the collection of cars now. Nightmare seems to have the momentum going as Shaun pokes him in the eyes when he goes to continue the attack, Shaun leaps up and goes for a moonsault, but Nightmare catches him, hopping gingerly on one leg as he hauls him up on his shoulders, flings him off and DECAPITATES him with a European Uppercut!
JH: SCREAM FOR ME!
CL and CM: YEARRRGHH!
JH: Thats the name of the move, you mental cases!
Nightmare now wants to continue the punishment, looking Shaun in the eyes, his green orbs burning into Shauns brown eyes as he locks a hand around his throat, looking for the Other Side of Midnight and connects onto the hood of the closest car to him! The car jacks with the impact as Nightmare yanks Shaun off the car and onto the concrete, calling the ref over to count the pin, but a dull THUD causes Nightmare to wilt to the ground, ROARING in anguish! Mr. Blond stands over him, twirling a muffler in his hand, admiring his work as Roxie Galanoochie is stomping away at Nightmares bad knee!
JH: Oh, DAMN IT! Those GODDAMN Tanaka Zaibatsu have ruined this match again! Cant they keep their damned noses out of business that doesnt concern them?!
CM: Youre just pissy because Nightmare was winning!
JH: Exactly my fucking point! Nightmare had this match won and now Blond and Roxie are going to town on his knee with that muffler!
Several shots to the knee with that muffler have already taken place during this verbal tirade, as Daisuke Tanaka is helping his stable mate up to his feet, then after hes up they all swarm Nightmare and lift him up, setting him up so that Shaun can lock a three quarter facelock, jump and hit the Lone Star Effect! Shaun covers as the Tanaka Zaibatsu surround him..
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Shaun is getting REALLY mad now as they are heading towards the locker room area, trading punches as they go, they stop in the middle of the hallway as soon as they get to the locker room area and start trading HARD right hands, Nightmare getting the better hand and scoring a knockdown as he is the better striker, he picks up Shaun and Irish Whips him into the wall, face first, Shaun staggers back and Nightmares there to pick him up and drop him right on the floor with a back suplex!
JH: He couldnt get him up as high as he wanted to with that bad knee!
Nightmare picks Shaun up now and heads through the locker room area, throwing Shaun through the double doors that lead now into the parking lot! Nightmare grabs a trash can lid from a helpful fan and throws it into Shauns face Sabu-style as soon as he gets up, staggering Shaun towards the collection of cars now. Nightmare seems to have the momentum going as Shaun pokes him in the eyes when he goes to continue the attack, Shaun leaps up and goes for a moonsault, but Nightmare catches him, hopping gingerly on one leg as he hauls him up on his shoulders, flings him off and DECAPITATES him with a European Uppercut!
JH: SCREAM FOR ME!
CL and CM: YEARRRGHH!
JH: Thats the name of the move, you mental cases!
Nightmare now wants to continue the punishment, looking Shaun in the eyes, his green orbs burning into Shauns brown eyes as he locks a hand around his throat, looking for the Other Side of Midnight and connects onto the hood of the closest car to him! The car jacks with the impact as Nightmare yanks Shaun off the car and onto the concrete, calling the ref over to count the pin, but a dull THUD causes Nightmare to wilt to the ground, ROARING in anguish! Mr. Blond stands over him, twirling a muffler in his hand, admiring his work as Roxie Galanoochie is stomping away at Nightmares bad knee!
JH: Oh, DAMN IT! Those GODDAMN Tanaka Zaibatsu have ruined this match again! Cant they keep their damned noses out of business that doesnt concern them?!
CM: Youre just pissy because Nightmare was winning!
JH: Exactly my fucking point! Nightmare had this match won and now Blond and Roxie are going to town on his knee with that muffler!
Several shots to the knee with that muffler have already taken place during this verbal tirade, as Daisuke Tanaka is helping his stable mate up to his feet, then after hes up they all swarm Nightmare and lift him up, setting him up so that Shaun can lock a three quarter facelock, jump and hit the Lone Star Effect! Shaun covers as the Tanaka Zaibatsu surround him..
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JH: Those bastards!
MA: The winner of the match and STILL FIW FLLLYCORE CHAMPION, SHAUUUUN WILSON!!!
Shaun gets up, smiling through his bloody visage as he is talking shit now to the fallen challenger, stomping at his knee now as the rest of the Zaibatsu join in on the fun, but Dai, Roxie and Blond scatter like frightened rats when Jim OBrien comes barreling into the scene, bloodstained, lacking his signature mullet, and wielding a steel chair. Hes able to get a hit in on Blond and on Shaun before they are whisked away by their allies, leaving Jim to throw the chair after them and kneel down to check on Nightmare, who is growling in pain and holding his knee tightly, the EMTs having finally reached the Prince of Pain and the Man In Black.
JH: If Nightmares in shape by Nensai Senjou, I GUARANTEE YOU there will be no escape for Shaun! Nightmares gotten SO CLOSE so many times, he cant and wont let it happen again!
MA: The Following Contest is Scheduled for One Fall to a Thirty Minute Time Limit, where Tables are Legal; and is for the Full Intensity Wrestling Fighting Spirit Championship!!!
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JH: Those bastards!
MA: The winner of the match and STILL FIW FLLLYCORE CHAMPION, SHAUUUUN WILSON!!!
Shaun gets up, smiling through his bloody visage as he is talking shit now to the fallen challenger, stomping at his knee now as the rest of the Zaibatsu join in on the fun, but Dai, Roxie and Blond scatter like frightened rats when Jim OBrien comes barreling into the scene, bloodstained, lacking his signature mullet, and wielding a steel chair. Hes able to get a hit in on Blond and on Shaun before they are whisked away by their allies, leaving Jim to throw the chair after them and kneel down to check on Nightmare, who is growling in pain and holding his knee tightly, the EMTs having finally reached the Prince of Pain and the Man In Black.
JH: If Nightmares in shape by Nensai Senjou, I GUARANTEE YOU there will be no escape for Shaun! Nightmares gotten SO CLOSE so many times, he cant and wont let it happen again!
MA: The Following Contest is Scheduled for One Fall to a Thirty Minute Time Limit, where Tables are Legal; and is for the Full Intensity Wrestling Fighting Spirit Championship!!!
As the music starts White flashing lights pan from left to right alternatively to the Riff.
Im not asking for much appears on the Screens, Fans become more vocal and a Bain chant can be heard. Im not asking for anything scrolls across the screen the Music gets loader and just as the Song Kicks in 100% Jay Bain walks into sight through the curtains.
Hundreds of White lasers spiral down on Jay Bain and then randomly scan across the fans.
Bain psyched up waves his hands up and down beckoning the crowd to be loud and stand up as in to share this moment,
he then paces to the ring with his head down displaying an excited look upon his face and slapping extended hands from the crowd,
on approaching the ring he begins to take his Grey T-shirt off saying "If I don't kick out on 2...Check for a pulse", a few women cheer and even a few men, then he graps in his right hand,
turns to his right and throws it into the crowd were a few hands fight for the Shirt, Bain lets out a huge sigh, takes in the sights,as he calms himself he is reminded how lucky he is to have this chance by the fans now being more supportive as they know who Jay is abit more before leaping right foot first onto the apron followed by the left,
as soon as both feet are there he turns 180 degrees in a fluid motion and places the left foot threw the ropes to the mat, bends over and follows with the right.
White lights pulse on and off another collection of lasers flicker onto Bain as he Stretches his arms while leaping up and down while turning around in a circle moving to the centre of the ring while looking at the fans,
Awaiting the match he then leans against the ropes waiting for the bell. Bain Notices a few Bain crowd signs with His name on and the Bain Chant begins to fade down[/align]
As the single guitar of "Streetfight"'s intro rings through the arena, the lights dim. After the drumroll, and as the band kick in as a whole, a pyro either side of the entrance goes off, signalling Nick Allen's arrival. Allen stands for a moment, surveying the crowd. Then, to a pop from the crowd, he cracks open a beer, messily emptying it into his mouth, before crushing it in his hand, then charging to the ring. Once ringside he slides under the bottom rope, and takes a second to pose for the crowd, before carefully removing his shirt, folding it, and placing it carefully in his corner.
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.
Im not asking for much appears on the Screens, Fans become more vocal and a Bain chant can be heard. Im not asking for anything scrolls across the screen the Music gets loader and just as the Song Kicks in 100% Jay Bain walks into sight through the curtains.
Hundreds of White lasers spiral down on Jay Bain and then randomly scan across the fans.
Bain psyched up waves his hands up and down beckoning the crowd to be loud and stand up as in to share this moment,
he then paces to the ring with his head down displaying an excited look upon his face and slapping extended hands from the crowd,
on approaching the ring he begins to take his Grey T-shirt off saying "If I don't kick out on 2...Check for a pulse", a few women cheer and even a few men, then he graps in his right hand,
turns to his right and throws it into the crowd were a few hands fight for the Shirt, Bain lets out a huge sigh, takes in the sights,as he calms himself he is reminded how lucky he is to have this chance by the fans now being more supportive as they know who Jay is abit more before leaping right foot first onto the apron followed by the left,
as soon as both feet are there he turns 180 degrees in a fluid motion and places the left foot threw the ropes to the mat, bends over and follows with the right.
White lights pulse on and off another collection of lasers flicker onto Bain as he Stretches his arms while leaping up and down while turning around in a circle moving to the centre of the ring while looking at the fans,
Awaiting the match he then leans against the ropes waiting for the bell. Bain Notices a few Bain crowd signs with His name on and the Bain Chant begins to fade down[/align]
As the single guitar of "Streetfight"'s intro rings through the arena, the lights dim. After the drumroll, and as the band kick in as a whole, a pyro either side of the entrance goes off, signalling Nick Allen's arrival. Allen stands for a moment, surveying the crowd. Then, to a pop from the crowd, he cracks open a beer, messily emptying it into his mouth, before crushing it in his hand, then charging to the ring. Once ringside he slides under the bottom rope, and takes a second to pose for the crowd, before carefully removing his shirt, folding it, and placing it carefully in his corner.
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. Following behind him is none other than the grinning FIW Hellcat Division Champion and his BFF, Jaime Lee! Ninja & Jaime look around as the fans cheer them on before EN #2 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. At the same time Jaime hoists her championship up into the air over her head with her right hand and giggles.
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. Following behind him is none other than the grinning FIW Hellcat Division Champion and his BFF, Jaime Lee! Ninja & Jaime look around as the fans cheer them on before EN #2 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. At the same time Jaime hoists her championship up into the air over her head with her right hand and giggles.
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 & Jaime hurry down and Ninja 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. FIW's Sweetheart makes her way around the ringside area and looks a little puzzled by the Ninja Corp's signs but shrugs them off. 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. Jaime applauds her friend and gets the fans' support fully behind him by jumping up & down in some quasi-cheerleader poses. Also EN #2 manages 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.
MA: Introducing first, from Hull, England; weighing in tonight a Two Hundred and Thirty Two pounds One Hundred Percent JAY BAAAAAIIIIIIIIINNN!!!!
Polite applause follows this announcement, as Jay takes a step forward and equally politely bows to all four sides of the ring
JH: A welcome display of respect there.
CM: Touching
MA: Second, from Millwall, England; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Eighty pounds Nick THE FIRM AAAAALLLLLEEEEEEEENNN!!!
Allen raises his hand, for the same reaction as Jay Bain, but mostly just stays leaning in his corner. Same reaction, much less effort.
CL: And I suppose this guys not in the mood to take any shit off anyone tonight.
JH: From the look in his eyes, Id say not. Especially not off Daisuke Speaking of which, where is he?
MA: Thirdly, from Nagoya, Aichi; accompanied by his associates in the Tanaka Zaibatsu, Mr. Blond and Roxie Galanoochie and Shaun Wilson; The Crow TANAKA DAAAAAAAIIIIIII-
[align=center]BAM!!![/align]
In a plume of smoke and an explosion in the vacant corner; Daisuke appears on the top rope, posing as any good anime character should after a dramatic entrance. He gets gasps, and a few cheers from the nerd in the crowd, but mostly gets a pretty frosty reception.
MA: Finally, from Detroit, Michigan; Accompanied by Jaime Lee; he is Your FIW Fighting Spirit Champion EXTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEME NIIIIIIIIINJAAAAA NIIIIIIIIDAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIMMMMEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
[align=center]Ba-Ding!!![/align]
With the belt safely in the Timekeepers possession, we are away for the Fighting Spirit Championship match. The first person to react to the bell is the Champion, having some small amount of vengeance to exact on a certain other would-be ninja. This other ninja doesnt seem to want any of that, as he dives off his perch, over his attacker, rolls and sprints towards The Firm. Sliding between his legs, Allen bends over to try and lay hands on him, to no avail. EN goes over the top, stepping off his back, jumping onto the top turnbuckle and rolling off when he sees Daisuke sprint for the other corner. The Crow seems to be motioning for Bain to attack as he runs towards him. Needing no approval from the crowd and comes off with a Missile Dropkick
CM: And its the CHAMPEEN who gets a face full of flying feet!
CL: And at last we have our first two combatants of the night. At last.
CM:/ I know, all that running, and no fighting!
CL: Its ok, that dark, dark period in all our lives is over.
Daisuke stalks out to his corner as Jaime looks on with no small amount of dismay. Nick Allen is still wonder where everyones got to, and has to be asked [not told,] to step out to his corner. Jay Bain almost wants to apologise for missing with the kick, but just like the rest, he wants the title, so the most he can stretch to is allowing EN the chance to stand up before the two tie up, or exchange kicks or whatever it is that kids these days do.
JH: What the hell?
CM: And the Lord, lo he did provide with a nourishing rain of Tables!
Tables being legal, the people at ringside mostly Wilson and Blondie, but Nick Allen is throwing a few in himself start launching tables into the ring. Most of the tables dont quite carry to the centre, although one does clatter into the ring post by Daisuke. It is followed by a rather cheeky wave, and Tanaka has to stop Blondie [still annoyed about his shirt, earlier,] from getting involved. Wilson joins in the restraining, assuring him that hes not worth it.
JH: Hang on, dont we have a match to be getting on with?
It seems that Bain and EN have just remembered this, after successfully avoiding getting brained out there, and resume trying to wrestle a good clean match. Arm-wringers are exchanged, as are waistlocks and Fujiwara Armbar attempts. The difference comes with the Ninjas superior Ninja-Powers of Sneaking, which incorporate not tripping on tables. Bain slips and finds himself in the Wakigatame [or the Fujiwara Armbar, if it does ya,] close, but not close enough to the ropes.
CM: Oh, whats that Harlot screaming at now?
JH: Well Chip, theres this thing known as Outside Interference, right; and the lovely Miss Lee is pointing out when the not so lovely Miss Galanoochie is trying to indulge herself in it.
The referee takes the hint surprisingly quickly when Jaime points out that Roxie is trying to grab Jays leg closer to the ropes. Justice being served, Jon Hitchen becomes so insufferably smug that we really need to cut away from commentary for a bit. In the fullness of time, Jay makes the rope break even without Roxies help and rolls away to tag himself out. Allen is the one to be making the tag, having to scramble in to grab a fist full of Bains hair to pull him up before he crumples up the sacred 90-91 Teddy Sheringham Millwall shirt. Sheringham being the highest scoring player in the entire football league in that year; a fact that Allen tries to impress upon Bain, but in the end settles for throwing him out of the ring. Unfortunately for him, this is a match and not a football appreciation session, so after a moment of trying to attract his attention, EN decides just roll him up.
[align=center]One!
Two!!
NOOO!!![/align]
The Firm kicks out, and Ninja doesnt seem especially bothered by this, especially as his main aim was to get his attention. After the lack of success he had boxing a few weeks ago, running off the ropes and levelling the Champion with a Clothesline seems to do a pretty satisfactory job. EN goes down, only to be dragged up for another one. The circle of life pain continues for one more, only for a shrill shrieking from his corner enliven EN. The Ninja ducks it! A dropkick pushes Allen back, where even he slips on a tables and falls down, allowing just enough time to write something on his board:
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 & Jaime hurry down and Ninja 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. FIW's Sweetheart makes her way around the ringside area and looks a little puzzled by the Ninja Corp's signs but shrugs them off. 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. Jaime applauds her friend and gets the fans' support fully behind him by jumping up & down in some quasi-cheerleader poses. Also EN #2 manages 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.
MA: Introducing first, from Hull, England; weighing in tonight a Two Hundred and Thirty Two pounds One Hundred Percent JAY BAAAAAIIIIIIIIINNN!!!!
Polite applause follows this announcement, as Jay takes a step forward and equally politely bows to all four sides of the ring
JH: A welcome display of respect there.
CM: Touching
MA: Second, from Millwall, England; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Eighty pounds Nick THE FIRM AAAAALLLLLEEEEEEEENNN!!!
Allen raises his hand, for the same reaction as Jay Bain, but mostly just stays leaning in his corner. Same reaction, much less effort.
CL: And I suppose this guys not in the mood to take any shit off anyone tonight.
JH: From the look in his eyes, Id say not. Especially not off Daisuke Speaking of which, where is he?
MA: Thirdly, from Nagoya, Aichi; accompanied by his associates in the Tanaka Zaibatsu, Mr. Blond and Roxie Galanoochie and Shaun Wilson; The Crow TANAKA DAAAAAAAIIIIIII-
[align=center]BAM!!![/align]
In a plume of smoke and an explosion in the vacant corner; Daisuke appears on the top rope, posing as any good anime character should after a dramatic entrance. He gets gasps, and a few cheers from the nerd in the crowd, but mostly gets a pretty frosty reception.
MA: Finally, from Detroit, Michigan; Accompanied by Jaime Lee; he is Your FIW Fighting Spirit Champion EXTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEME NIIIIIIIIINJAAAAA NIIIIIIIIDAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIMMMMEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
[align=center]Ba-Ding!!![/align]
With the belt safely in the Timekeepers possession, we are away for the Fighting Spirit Championship match. The first person to react to the bell is the Champion, having some small amount of vengeance to exact on a certain other would-be ninja. This other ninja doesnt seem to want any of that, as he dives off his perch, over his attacker, rolls and sprints towards The Firm. Sliding between his legs, Allen bends over to try and lay hands on him, to no avail. EN goes over the top, stepping off his back, jumping onto the top turnbuckle and rolling off when he sees Daisuke sprint for the other corner. The Crow seems to be motioning for Bain to attack as he runs towards him. Needing no approval from the crowd and comes off with a Missile Dropkick
CM: And its the CHAMPEEN who gets a face full of flying feet!
CL: And at last we have our first two combatants of the night. At last.
CM:/ I know, all that running, and no fighting!
CL: Its ok, that dark, dark period in all our lives is over.
Daisuke stalks out to his corner as Jaime looks on with no small amount of dismay. Nick Allen is still wonder where everyones got to, and has to be asked [not told,] to step out to his corner. Jay Bain almost wants to apologise for missing with the kick, but just like the rest, he wants the title, so the most he can stretch to is allowing EN the chance to stand up before the two tie up, or exchange kicks or whatever it is that kids these days do.
JH: What the hell?
CM: And the Lord, lo he did provide with a nourishing rain of Tables!
Tables being legal, the people at ringside mostly Wilson and Blondie, but Nick Allen is throwing a few in himself start launching tables into the ring. Most of the tables dont quite carry to the centre, although one does clatter into the ring post by Daisuke. It is followed by a rather cheeky wave, and Tanaka has to stop Blondie [still annoyed about his shirt, earlier,] from getting involved. Wilson joins in the restraining, assuring him that hes not worth it.
JH: Hang on, dont we have a match to be getting on with?
It seems that Bain and EN have just remembered this, after successfully avoiding getting brained out there, and resume trying to wrestle a good clean match. Arm-wringers are exchanged, as are waistlocks and Fujiwara Armbar attempts. The difference comes with the Ninjas superior Ninja-Powers of Sneaking, which incorporate not tripping on tables. Bain slips and finds himself in the Wakigatame [or the Fujiwara Armbar, if it does ya,] close, but not close enough to the ropes.
CM: Oh, whats that Harlot screaming at now?
JH: Well Chip, theres this thing known as Outside Interference, right; and the lovely Miss Lee is pointing out when the not so lovely Miss Galanoochie is trying to indulge herself in it.
The referee takes the hint surprisingly quickly when Jaime points out that Roxie is trying to grab Jays leg closer to the ropes. Justice being served, Jon Hitchen becomes so insufferably smug that we really need to cut away from commentary for a bit. In the fullness of time, Jay makes the rope break even without Roxies help and rolls away to tag himself out. Allen is the one to be making the tag, having to scramble in to grab a fist full of Bains hair to pull him up before he crumples up the sacred 90-91 Teddy Sheringham Millwall shirt. Sheringham being the highest scoring player in the entire football league in that year; a fact that Allen tries to impress upon Bain, but in the end settles for throwing him out of the ring. Unfortunately for him, this is a match and not a football appreciation session, so after a moment of trying to attract his attention, EN decides just roll him up.
[align=center]One!
Two!!
NOOO!!![/align]
The Firm kicks out, and Ninja doesnt seem especially bothered by this, especially as his main aim was to get his attention. After the lack of success he had boxing a few weeks ago, running off the ropes and levelling the Champion with a Clothesline seems to do a pretty satisfactory job. EN goes down, only to be dragged up for another one. The circle of life pain continues for one more, only for a shrill shrieking from his corner enliven EN. The Ninja ducks it! A dropkick pushes Allen back, where even he slips on a tables and falls down, allowing just enough time to write something on his board:
Love > Spinach[/align]
Popeye the Ninja Man seems so energised that he calls for Bluto the Crow to join in the fun. No. is the response he gets, so with his Jaime Lee enhanced strength, EN picks up a table and flings it at the TZ corner, sending them scurrying. Nick Allen is busy kicking the table that he fell over, before trying to set it up. One side of legs are a little damaged so the thing is a little wonky, but its up and as Ninja writes something on his sign, Allen makes sure he charges straight into his fist, instead of out at the Tanaka Zaibatsu.
CL: German Suplex from Allen!
CM: Remember, Conse, Dont Mention the War! I was talking to someone earlier, and almost did it myself, but I think I got away with it.
The Second World War came to Japan, remember. The crowd seem less interested in history and more in the Extreme Ninja landing on his feet, and jumping straight on for a pin:
[align=center]One!
Allen Stands Right Up!![/align]
He rolls over, taking Ninja with him up into the Allenplex! And one of the advantages of being 67 and 280 lb is that you can carry little ninja pretty easily. In fact, you can even walk around the ring with one. There is a limit to it, and when 100% Jay Bain sprints at your back with a Back Spear, then that probably is it. The person who gets the worst of it isnt Nick Allen [although he does come close,] as much as Nidaime, who gets Allengourdbustered into a half set table!
CL: Gotta love it when tables dont break properly!
Extreme Ninja rolling out of the ring to the floor, clutching his belly counts as a legal tag under these scramble rules, leaving Jay Bain as one of the legal men, along with Daisuke, who has quite a long reach for the shortest man in the match when he leans over holding onto the ropes. Tanakas first contact with anyone in this match comes, predictably, in the form of an Onryo/Daisuke clutch on Bain.
[align=center]One!
Two!!
Ninjas Return Prompts a break!!![/align]
With a flip and a kip-up, Daisuke lets go and turns his attentions to not getting stomped by EN. E-Ninja is slowed by the gut full of table he took, but isnt out of this match just yet. Behind him, Bain kips up as well as Daisuke saunters away from the pair, stepping out through the ropes. Determined to Suplex Someone properly, Allen wipes the dust from the half-broken table out of his eyes and grabs Bain by the waist and drops him on his head with a German Suplex!
JH: Ninjas getting a table set up!
CM: Isnt that just a little too close to the corner that he wants to be as far away from as he possibly can?
The Tanaka Zaibatsus Corner is indeed very close to where EN has a table set up. Indeed, the referee has his hands full stopping veins exploding in Jaime Lees head as she points out Roxies attempted interference. Its only attempted, because Blondie and Wilson are there hold her back. Bain has got the better of his part nemesis, part ally with some knees out of a clinch, and bouncing his head off the set up table. Meanwhile, E-Ninja has something written on his sign, which hes just about ready to unveil to the world from the top rope when
CL: Sweet Zombie Jesus! I never saw a cripple move up a ringpost so Guan-Yu damned quickly!
CM: I never saw a cripple move so quickly upwards and still have enough in him to half-ass a Shining Wizard!
JH: Good Sweet Christ, that was a Shining Wizard?!?!? On the Top Rope!?!?!
CL: And That was ENs face finding its way onto the table!
Wincing as some pain stabs through his left leg, Daisuke steps out onto aforementioned table to pull Nick Allen up by the ears and slap on a Triangle Choke, and fall on top of him. Behind him, Jay Bain stands up and taps his head as if he had some kind of plan. Rolling Ninja on top of the table, he heads to the top rope, as Mark Jackson checks Nick Allens arm
[align=center]One![/align]
Allen is sort of fighting it, but not enough to get Ref. Jackson to stop the check, meanwhile Wilson is shouting up to Bain, telling him that hes wasting his time. Strangely enough, this gives Ninja enough of a chance to try stumble towards him. Meanwhile, Allen is still in trouble
[align=center]Two!![/align]
The arm is struggling to stay up all the way down, twitching and rolling and grasping at air. Bain sends out of the call of All or Nothing!!! hooking up Ninja for the move of the same name
[align=center]Three???[/align]
Clenching his fist, Allen stops the third descent, just as the two on the turnbuckle make their way off said turnbuckle; the Olympic Slam type move being converted by the Champion into more of a front ¾ facelock on his part and kicking his legs out
[align=center]CRACK¬!!![/align]
CM: *Gasps!*
JH: He Floats, and He Stings Like a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
EN wobbles straight to his feet, squiggles on his sign, thrusting it to the chest of Mark Jackson, who up until that point was asking if Nick Allen wanted to give up; which he didnt. Jackson stands up, shows the illegible scribble to the audience, who by now are going insane, and drops down to count when EN unconsciously flops on top of the equally unconscious Jay Bain
[align=center]One!
Two!!
Three!!!
DINGDINGDING!!![/align]
MA: Here is your winner, and STILL FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION EXTRREEEEEMEE NIIIIIIIIINJAAAAA NUUUUUUMMM-
[align=center]DINGDINGDING!!![/align]
The bell cuts off the announcement, to try and call the post match to order. Jaime and Roxie can neither restrain themselves nor be restrained any more and charge the middle of the ring with a tornado of strikes. Daisuke releases his Triangle Choke and rolls in a rather irritated fashion towards his corner, where his coat is. Allen sits up, enjoys the air for a moment, then lies back despondently when he realises he hasnt won.
JH: Dont tell me this isnt over yet
Mark Jackson helps the Champion to his feet to present him with the title, as the entire ring around falls into anarchy. Even at his feet, Jay Bain is dragged out by Shaun Wilson and Mr. Blond for a good kicking. The entire heel corner, [except Roxie, whos rolling around on the floor trying to claw Jaimes eyes out,] have a nod for the Flycore Phenoms namesake; Adam Wilson has made his way down with a Kendo Stick, bows slightly to the TZ and goes to work on Ninjas neck with it.
CL: He seems pissed at something.
CM: The girl of your dreams is knocking round with a chump in a mask, Conse, how do you fee- *Gurgles*
CL: WHERE?!?!?! Nah, just kidding, Martin, I was just looking for an excuse.
JH: Wont someone Please Think of the Children~?!?!?
The combination of Security and the Tanaka Zaibatsu has prised the two Hellcats away from each other, and Mr. Blond drags Roxie away. Meanwhile, Adam Wilson is warning Ninja to stay out of his business, shoving the FSC belt in his face, dropping it there, when he turns around to survey the ring, to find nothing but a dejected looking Nick Allen, and a concerned looking Jaime Lee. The second has more of an effect, prompting him to drop the belt and the stick, and beat a stunned and rather subdued retreat up the entrance way
The lights just enough as the music of "Bleed it out" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. The camera focuses on the Tron viewing the bright golden lights that soon flash to a black griffin. Pulling out as the lyrics start out the Winged Feline comes from the back bouncing the music. The crowd has mixed feelings for the young female before them as some cheer and others boo. She comes to the edge crossing her legs and then her arms above her head with her hands in a fist. Sparks light up around her as the chorus picks up. In a dash T-Bird pulls from her position and down the ramp down to the ring. She slides under the ropes and hops to the first turnbuckle pulling the ribbon from her hair. She shakes her head trying to get more of the crowd to cheer as she hops down pulling off the coat and gets ready for her match.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a horrorcore rules match and is for the Hellcat Championship! First, the challenger, from Atlanta Georgia, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds Teeeeeee-BIRD!!!
CL: So wow, here she comes the woman with the lacklustre need to be champion.
CM: I thought I was the sarcastic one.
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. Out shortly after her to a fairly similar reaction is Extreme Ninja #2 who is clutching his head with one hand, and holding the FSC in the other. She playfully flips her hair up before raising the championship with both hands above her head. Ninja points to his fellow champion and gets the Japanese fans behind her with a loud applause and even some cheers. She trots down the stairs, continuing to skip down towards the ring, grinning and holding the championship up proudly along the way. Her BFF follows behind her along the way, and is in high spirits considering the state he is in.
MA: Making her way to the ring from Ohio, she is your HELLCAT DIVISION CHAMPION JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!!
Jaime ducks in under the bottom rope after EN #2 pushes down on it and up on the middle rope, flinging her hair back as she raises her head with a grin from ear to ear. For a few moments the FSC simply watches her before he realizes he's still holding open the ropes and hastily fumbles into the ring. 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. Ninja moves over to the corner and holds up his sign that reads "Queen of the Hellcats!" 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. Similarly, Ninja moves over to near the other buckle and holds up his sign that this time reads "She's frying this bird!" 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. A few last minute words of comfort & advice are exchanged between the two BFFs and then Ninja exits the ring.
CM: Whats that masked freak doing here?
CL: Hey! That name is copy written for the other masked freaks in this business. How dare you besmirch the good insult of masked freak by lumping in Extreme Ninja with that crowd.
JH: I thought you didnt really care about Ninja either way.
CL: Well today I hate em. Hes setting up to put a stop to certain big action bloody moves and I hate em for it.
JH: What if he doesnt?
CL: Doesnt matter. Still hate im.
CM: Logans in the ring, that should be good news of things to come.
With Black handing the Hellcat title to Michael on the outside, the time keeper gets a signal at the same time and rings the bell.
[align=center]Ding! [/align]
Both Jaime and T-Bird forgo the opening match pleasantries of going into a tie up as the champion delivers a kick to the challengers mid section keeling her into a bent over position.
CL: Lee already with the advantage. Man, that broad works fast.
CM: So here we go again
Jaime looks to end things quick. With a quick chop to the chest, T-Bird is sent back into a vertical base as Jaime takes both legs from under her hopping up into a sudden pinning predicament. Logan hops down and makes the three count call attempt.
[align=center]O[/align]
The hand doesnt even come down as T-Bird shoves her arm up into the air forcing Jaime off and to the side. Jaime doesnt seem all too surprised about the sudden kickout and quickly goes in for a single leg crab.
CL: Great, no weapons, Ninja on the outside just waiting for a chance to stop some hardcore move, and now the submission.
JH: What are you talking about? Ninja hasnt even made a move yet!
Just at that moment, Extreme Ninja claps his hands in support for the Hellcat champion a couple of times.
CL: There!
JH: What?
CL: Hes applauding Jaime for using technical manoeuvres. You think hes gonna do the same when the move is done with a steel chair in T-Birds leg?
JH: Clearly Im done talking to you about this.
Jaime arches back with the single leg as T-Bird, who had been putting up an effort in stopping the move now finds herself locked into it. With every ounce she has she tries to crawl toward the ropes but finds it near impossible as Jaime sits down upon T-Birds rear.
JH: Removes some of the torque Jaime can put in that single leg crab, but its keeping T-Bird anchored in the middle of the ring.
Jaime, now with more leg in her grip, pulls brings herself forward so she can get her arm underneath the thigh. Successful in the attempt, Jaime pulls back taking her original position seated on top of T-Bird. Again on the outside Extreme Ninja claps his approval of a pending victory. However its not to be as T-Bird manages to bring her arms up just high enough to grab a fistful of hair. Now the natural atrophy of arms plays in the best interest of T-Bird as her arms sink down each with a handful of Jaimes hair.
JH: Its a real test of who can take the pain more right now. The more T-Bird pulls the more Jaime ends up pulling on the leg. So well see who drops out first and because its horrorcore rules, Logan cant really do anything to stop the hair pulling.
Its Jaime who calls it quits first as she drops the leg realizing its the only reason shes even in the position she is. T-Bird releases the hair as a feeling of full relief courses through her body. Lying there in the centre of the ring, T-Bird lets her leg rest for a moment as Jaime starts up to her feet rubbing her head. Of course she only rubs it for a moment as continuous feeling of the sore spot will only increase the maximum pain output it sends through the top of her head. Trust me on that, I know.
JH: Things have seemingly settled down here for a bit.
CM: Yea, and that masked freak on the outside is still playing cheerleader.
CL: Hey! I warned you about using that term on him!
JH: What do you guys have against him right now? So hes out here in support for his friend. So what?
CL: You just answered your own question.
JH: How?
CM: Exactly.
Jaime walks over toward her opponent grabbing a fistful of her own hair and starts to bring her up back to her feet. But out of nowhere, and before T-Bird is fully erect, she drops down to her knees flipping Jaime over her shoulders with a firemans carry takedown. T-Bird looks to continue the start of her assault with a standing moonsault but misses as Jaime sits upright. T-Bird though is quicker to her feet upon this exchange as she rebounds off the ropes catching the half risen Jaime in the face with a soccer kick knocking her back down.
JH: Ouch! That had to hurt.
CM: I guess thats one thing Roxie can say she has over Jaime.
JH: Whats that.
CM: Her lip isnt fat.
T-Bird, forgetting the pinfall attempt or just not caring to go for it right now, slides under the bottom rope on the side of the ring across from Extreme Ninja who slaps the canvas a couple of times. T-Bird soon returns with a strand of something. Something that clearly gets a lot of excitement from one Constance Loire as he nearly jumps out of his seat in anticipation upon noticing it.
CL: Barbwire! Fucking barbwire in the ring! Shits on now.
For those unlucky few who cant hear Constance screaming out, T-Bird holds the wire up showing it to the crowd for a moment as they too seem anxious about just what fifteen inches of barbwire can do in this match. Well, let T-Bird show you for a moment. Placing one point of the barbwire on one side of the dazed Jaimes neck, T-Bird plants her foot over it to keep it steady. For what you may ask? So it remains steady as she stomps the other side close to Jaimes neck. Luckily for Jaime though, T-Bird was too quick on this move and didnt kick in close enough to do some real damage, but that doesnt mean that none was done.
JH: Sick! T-Bird just thrust that barbwire into Jaimes throat with her feet.
Jaime pushes away at T-Birds feet knocking her down as she takes a quick escape to the outside of the ring where Extreme Ninja goes to tend and give some kind of aid. Jaime nods out that shes okay coughing out a couple of times as T-Bird parades around the ring pleased at her efforts. This only sparks something in Jaime as she instantly slides back in the ring and runs into the challenger tackling her down hard on the canvas back first. Clearly Jaime seems pissed about the attempted end of her career as she reaches over for the barbwire and begins whipping away at the face and torso of T-Bird over and over again.
CM: Has Jaime just snapped?
CL: If she didnt, its damn entertaining right now.
JH: She hasnt snapped.
Thats right, because if she did would she have the frame of mind to stop herself and stand back up to her feet? Probably not. But that doesnt mean that shes still not pissed toward T-Bird for the choke out attempt. But holding onto the barbwire seems to give Jaime an idea as she slides out of the ring dropping the barbwire to the canvas.
JH: Whats she going for out there?
CM: Im surprised you didnt bring that up when T-Bird was out there.
JH: What are you insinuating?
CM: That you knew that T-Bird might go for a weapon and thus you werent all too surprised when you noticed she going out there for said weapon.
JH: What are you, rain man with this sudden jump with legal talk or whatever?
CL: Does it matter if he is? Lees pulling in a fucking chair!
Yes, Jaime, with chair in hand, slides back into the ring dropping it to the canvas watching and seemingly waiting for T-Bird to stand back up. T-Bird soon complies as she rises with her back turned to Jaime. Jaime, ready and waiting in pounce position, keeps one hand over her thigh as fans in the audience know whats about to happen.
CL: Hey, what happened to the wire?
JH: Turn the beat around from Jaime!
CL: Never mind.
T-Bird, who had ducked the sudden spinning kick, hoists that barbwire up in Lees crotch catching her completely off guard. And if that wasnt enough
JH: Backdrop off the momentum of the barbwire hoist!
CM: Yea, I dont think that RK, the masked freak, Adam, Kenny the ring guy, or even Roxie with a strap on would want to hit that tonight after that. God only knows how much mightve chipped off.
CL: Ouch.
Jaime, lying prone on her back, reaches down and tries to pull the barbwire from her downstairs region.
CL: This match is fucking awesome! Barbwire usage, a steel chair in the ring, and now some masturbation in there!
JH: Shes not mas Shes pulling the barbwire from her underpants.
CL: Well that look on her face says shes giving herself a little treat at the same time.
JH: That look on her face says that shes in a lot of pain right now.
CL: Hey, the world is what you make of it.
JH: Right, and in your world girls masturbate with barbwire. Makes sense.
CL: Hell yea they do!
CM: Is that why Sybil left you? cause she wouldnt straddle that fence during your farm visit?
CL: You know what? Im not even mad about that because watching Jaimeokay, shes done. FUCK YOU!!!
Jaime rises back to her feet feeling a little wobbly in the legs while having to rise up right after something like that. T-Bird, once again with her back turned, falls victim to a pretty different variation of a bulldog. Instead of wrapping the arm over her head, Jaime forces her face into the canvas by pushing her head forward using the barbwire. But Jaime isnt finished though as she rips the barbwire free from whatever strands of hair have wrapped around the wire. Jaime then takes the chair and smacks in against the back of T-Birds leg just above the knee leaving it there. Then underlooping the barbwire around her ankle, the Hellcat Champion pulls back in a more violent single leg crab.
JH: That chair has nowhere to go here but to dig into the hack of her knee and the bottom of her ass.
Jaime doesnt hear a tap out or a scream of submission from T-Bird so she aims to prove her point of dominance in the situation right now by pulling on one end of the barbwire then the other grinding it against the flesh of her ankle. Within a matter of moments T-Bird doesnt have to give up as Logan calls for the bell stopping the match himself.
CL: Hey! Hey! You promised me a deathmatch just by being there, jackass! Resume the match!
MA: Here is your winner via referee stoppage and still your Hellcat Champion Jaime Lee!!!
Extreme Ninja #2 slides into the ring just as Jaime releases her grip on the barbwire. As Logan tends to T-Bird, Jaime nearly tackles Ninja with a sudden hug based from the excitement of not only winning the match, but surviving it as well. But Ninja doesnt go down, instead he uses the momentum to swing Jaime around a couple of times until he can finally put her back down. Michael then enters the ring handing the belt over back to Jaime as Logan continues to check on T-Bird.
CL: What is this? Boo! Boo! Refund! I want my money back!
JH: What refund? You get paid to call the match.
Just though as Jaime and Extreme Ninja continue their in ring celebration, Roxie comes down followed close behind by Shaun and Mr. Blonde. Jaime, upon seeing them, halts her celebration as Roxie saunters to the ringside area, then as if not caring about any consequence which might result of this, makes her way into the ring. Jaime goes to step forward clearly wanting not to wait for their I Quit match. However, Extreme Ninja steps in placing his left hand in front of her.
CL: See? I told you he was going to stop something good.
JH: Wow just wow. I did not see something you say come true.
Although he is physically keeping Jaime back, Extreme Ninja turns toward Roxie holding out his left hand as if that would really stop her.
CM: Well, Loires prediction came true. Lets see if Roxie has that strap on handy.
JH: No, I really dont think thatll be happening.
CM: Thats right! Because I said it wouldnt happen! Huh? Huh?
JH: Whatever.
CL: Jackass.
Roxie glares toward Jaime for a moment before taking a step back toward the ropes and simply, and mildly, begins applauding Jaime with more of a golf clap than anything. Five times she claps before she heads out of the ring leaving both Jaime and Ninja is a state of astonishment. Of course you wouldnt see it on Ninja, but the way he slowly lowers his arm tells the tale. Even Shaun and Mr. Blonde are surprised as they watch Roxie walk back up the ramp. Both take a moment to look back into the ring before turning to follow Roxie up the ramp.
Jay Bain walks the backstage area, a cool look of confidence strides across his face as he makes his way down the hall. People he passes by don't seem to halt his stride as he seemingly walks with purpose. Soon though his target comes into sight as he locks eyes with the red headed vixen that is Shawni Tifftin who closes her cell before pocketing it in her coat pocket.
Shawni: Took you long enough. I was just about to call you...yet again.
Jay: You called me like five minutes ago.
Shawni: Uh...yeah!
Shawni's head jolt tells the story that she was right in her action to be upset. Jay however, doesn't take that message to heart as he plants his hands firmly on his hips.
Jay: Listen, when you called you said you had something really important to talk about concerning Roxie. What is it?
Shawni begins to look over both of Jay's shoulders. Doing so, she is forced up to her tip toes, a movement she soon regrets as she looks very displeased.
Shawni: You didn't bring her?
Jay: What?
Shawni: The message was concerning Roxie. Meaning it was for Roxie!
Jay: Maybe you should be more clear next time.
Jay looks away mumbling to himself.
Jay: Hopefully there won't be.
Shawni: Uh...where is she?
Shawni doesn't sound stupid here, just pissed.
Jay: I don't know. I don't keep tabs on her exact location.
Shawni: What? Then what kind of "friend" are you to her? Gawd, can't even keep an eye on your woman...what kind of man are you anyway?
Jay: She's not "my woman", alright? She's--wait, why are you so interested in finding her? Are you a friend or something?
Shawni: Yes. Of course we're friends. Best of friends.
Jay: Then why aren't you keeping tabs on her?
Shawni goes silent for a while. Then, feeling that this isn't a victory that she can take, she twists her hand up into Jay's face and begins to walk away. Jay remains there only momentarily before shaking his head and leaving the scene.
CM: Welcome to the announce booth, Ethan. It is good to have you back.
Ethan: Gentlemen .Thanks for having me.
JH: Yes. It is great to have you back now that youve scheduled your time out here.
Ethan: Actually the reason I scheduled the time is because I wanted to apologize to you for last time.
JH: Really? I didnt exp
Ethan: *interrupting*And you fucking shouldnt have! Im not out here to make friends with you, Hitchen! Use your fucking brain. Im here to keep a close eye on Kiyoshi. I need to be on my toes so I know when to use this baby.
Ethan slaps the belt that is laying on the announce desk in front of him and smiles to the three announcers as Fuzz checks the ropes, turnbuckles, etcetera in preparation of the upcoming Dual Crown championship match.
CM: HAHA .Thats right!
JH: I should have known better.
Popeye the Ninja Man seems so energised that he calls for Bluto the Crow to join in the fun. No. is the response he gets, so with his Jaime Lee enhanced strength, EN picks up a table and flings it at the TZ corner, sending them scurrying. Nick Allen is busy kicking the table that he fell over, before trying to set it up. One side of legs are a little damaged so the thing is a little wonky, but its up and as Ninja writes something on his sign, Allen makes sure he charges straight into his fist, instead of out at the Tanaka Zaibatsu.
CL: German Suplex from Allen!
CM: Remember, Conse, Dont Mention the War! I was talking to someone earlier, and almost did it myself, but I think I got away with it.
The Second World War came to Japan, remember. The crowd seem less interested in history and more in the Extreme Ninja landing on his feet, and jumping straight on for a pin:
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Allen Stands Right Up!![/align]
He rolls over, taking Ninja with him up into the Allenplex! And one of the advantages of being 67 and 280 lb is that you can carry little ninja pretty easily. In fact, you can even walk around the ring with one. There is a limit to it, and when 100% Jay Bain sprints at your back with a Back Spear, then that probably is it. The person who gets the worst of it isnt Nick Allen [although he does come close,] as much as Nidaime, who gets Allengourdbustered into a half set table!
CL: Gotta love it when tables dont break properly!
Extreme Ninja rolling out of the ring to the floor, clutching his belly counts as a legal tag under these scramble rules, leaving Jay Bain as one of the legal men, along with Daisuke, who has quite a long reach for the shortest man in the match when he leans over holding onto the ropes. Tanakas first contact with anyone in this match comes, predictably, in the form of an Onryo/Daisuke clutch on Bain.
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Two!!
Ninjas Return Prompts a break!!![/align]
With a flip and a kip-up, Daisuke lets go and turns his attentions to not getting stomped by EN. E-Ninja is slowed by the gut full of table he took, but isnt out of this match just yet. Behind him, Bain kips up as well as Daisuke saunters away from the pair, stepping out through the ropes. Determined to Suplex Someone properly, Allen wipes the dust from the half-broken table out of his eyes and grabs Bain by the waist and drops him on his head with a German Suplex!
JH: Ninjas getting a table set up!
CM: Isnt that just a little too close to the corner that he wants to be as far away from as he possibly can?
The Tanaka Zaibatsus Corner is indeed very close to where EN has a table set up. Indeed, the referee has his hands full stopping veins exploding in Jaime Lees head as she points out Roxies attempted interference. Its only attempted, because Blondie and Wilson are there hold her back. Bain has got the better of his part nemesis, part ally with some knees out of a clinch, and bouncing his head off the set up table. Meanwhile, E-Ninja has something written on his sign, which hes just about ready to unveil to the world from the top rope when
CL: Sweet Zombie Jesus! I never saw a cripple move up a ringpost so Guan-Yu damned quickly!
CM: I never saw a cripple move so quickly upwards and still have enough in him to half-ass a Shining Wizard!
JH: Good Sweet Christ, that was a Shining Wizard?!?!? On the Top Rope!?!?!
CL: And That was ENs face finding its way onto the table!
Wincing as some pain stabs through his left leg, Daisuke steps out onto aforementioned table to pull Nick Allen up by the ears and slap on a Triangle Choke, and fall on top of him. Behind him, Jay Bain stands up and taps his head as if he had some kind of plan. Rolling Ninja on top of the table, he heads to the top rope, as Mark Jackson checks Nick Allens arm
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Allen is sort of fighting it, but not enough to get Ref. Jackson to stop the check, meanwhile Wilson is shouting up to Bain, telling him that hes wasting his time. Strangely enough, this gives Ninja enough of a chance to try stumble towards him. Meanwhile, Allen is still in trouble
[align=center]Two!![/align]
The arm is struggling to stay up all the way down, twitching and rolling and grasping at air. Bain sends out of the call of All or Nothing!!! hooking up Ninja for the move of the same name
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Clenching his fist, Allen stops the third descent, just as the two on the turnbuckle make their way off said turnbuckle; the Olympic Slam type move being converted by the Champion into more of a front ¾ facelock on his part and kicking his legs out
[align=center]CRACK¬!!![/align]
CM: *Gasps!*
JH: He Floats, and He Stings Like a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
EN wobbles straight to his feet, squiggles on his sign, thrusting it to the chest of Mark Jackson, who up until that point was asking if Nick Allen wanted to give up; which he didnt. Jackson stands up, shows the illegible scribble to the audience, who by now are going insane, and drops down to count when EN unconsciously flops on top of the equally unconscious Jay Bain
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Two!!
Three!!!
DINGDINGDING!!![/align]
MA: Here is your winner, and STILL FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION EXTRREEEEEMEE NIIIIIIIIINJAAAAA NUUUUUUMMM-
[align=center]DINGDINGDING!!![/align]
The bell cuts off the announcement, to try and call the post match to order. Jaime and Roxie can neither restrain themselves nor be restrained any more and charge the middle of the ring with a tornado of strikes. Daisuke releases his Triangle Choke and rolls in a rather irritated fashion towards his corner, where his coat is. Allen sits up, enjoys the air for a moment, then lies back despondently when he realises he hasnt won.
JH: Dont tell me this isnt over yet
Mark Jackson helps the Champion to his feet to present him with the title, as the entire ring around falls into anarchy. Even at his feet, Jay Bain is dragged out by Shaun Wilson and Mr. Blond for a good kicking. The entire heel corner, [except Roxie, whos rolling around on the floor trying to claw Jaimes eyes out,] have a nod for the Flycore Phenoms namesake; Adam Wilson has made his way down with a Kendo Stick, bows slightly to the TZ and goes to work on Ninjas neck with it.
CL: He seems pissed at something.
CM: The girl of your dreams is knocking round with a chump in a mask, Conse, how do you fee- *Gurgles*
CL: WHERE?!?!?! Nah, just kidding, Martin, I was just looking for an excuse.
JH: Wont someone Please Think of the Children~?!?!?
The combination of Security and the Tanaka Zaibatsu has prised the two Hellcats away from each other, and Mr. Blond drags Roxie away. Meanwhile, Adam Wilson is warning Ninja to stay out of his business, shoving the FSC belt in his face, dropping it there, when he turns around to survey the ring, to find nothing but a dejected looking Nick Allen, and a concerned looking Jaime Lee. The second has more of an effect, prompting him to drop the belt and the stick, and beat a stunned and rather subdued retreat up the entrance way
The lights just enough as the music of "Bleed it out" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. The camera focuses on the Tron viewing the bright golden lights that soon flash to a black griffin. Pulling out as the lyrics start out the Winged Feline comes from the back bouncing the music. The crowd has mixed feelings for the young female before them as some cheer and others boo. She comes to the edge crossing her legs and then her arms above her head with her hands in a fist. Sparks light up around her as the chorus picks up. In a dash T-Bird pulls from her position and down the ramp down to the ring. She slides under the ropes and hops to the first turnbuckle pulling the ribbon from her hair. She shakes her head trying to get more of the crowd to cheer as she hops down pulling off the coat and gets ready for her match.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a horrorcore rules match and is for the Hellcat Championship! First, the challenger, from Atlanta Georgia, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds Teeeeeee-BIRD!!!
CL: So wow, here she comes the woman with the lacklustre need to be champion.
CM: I thought I was the sarcastic one.
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. Out shortly after her to a fairly similar reaction is Extreme Ninja #2 who is clutching his head with one hand, and holding the FSC in the other. She playfully flips her hair up before raising the championship with both hands above her head. Ninja points to his fellow champion and gets the Japanese fans behind her with a loud applause and even some cheers. She trots down the stairs, continuing to skip down towards the ring, grinning and holding the championship up proudly along the way. Her BFF follows behind her along the way, and is in high spirits considering the state he is in.
MA: Making her way to the ring from Ohio, she is your HELLCAT DIVISION CHAMPION JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!!
Jaime ducks in under the bottom rope after EN #2 pushes down on it and up on the middle rope, flinging her hair back as she raises her head with a grin from ear to ear. For a few moments the FSC simply watches her before he realizes he's still holding open the ropes and hastily fumbles into the ring. 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. Ninja moves over to the corner and holds up his sign that reads "Queen of the Hellcats!" 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. Similarly, Ninja moves over to near the other buckle and holds up his sign that this time reads "She's frying this bird!" 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. A few last minute words of comfort & advice are exchanged between the two BFFs and then Ninja exits the ring.
CM: Whats that masked freak doing here?
CL: Hey! That name is copy written for the other masked freaks in this business. How dare you besmirch the good insult of masked freak by lumping in Extreme Ninja with that crowd.
JH: I thought you didnt really care about Ninja either way.
CL: Well today I hate em. Hes setting up to put a stop to certain big action bloody moves and I hate em for it.
JH: What if he doesnt?
CL: Doesnt matter. Still hate im.
CM: Logans in the ring, that should be good news of things to come.
With Black handing the Hellcat title to Michael on the outside, the time keeper gets a signal at the same time and rings the bell.
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Both Jaime and T-Bird forgo the opening match pleasantries of going into a tie up as the champion delivers a kick to the challengers mid section keeling her into a bent over position.
CL: Lee already with the advantage. Man, that broad works fast.
CM: So here we go again
Jaime looks to end things quick. With a quick chop to the chest, T-Bird is sent back into a vertical base as Jaime takes both legs from under her hopping up into a sudden pinning predicament. Logan hops down and makes the three count call attempt.
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The hand doesnt even come down as T-Bird shoves her arm up into the air forcing Jaime off and to the side. Jaime doesnt seem all too surprised about the sudden kickout and quickly goes in for a single leg crab.
CL: Great, no weapons, Ninja on the outside just waiting for a chance to stop some hardcore move, and now the submission.
JH: What are you talking about? Ninja hasnt even made a move yet!
Just at that moment, Extreme Ninja claps his hands in support for the Hellcat champion a couple of times.
CL: There!
JH: What?
CL: Hes applauding Jaime for using technical manoeuvres. You think hes gonna do the same when the move is done with a steel chair in T-Birds leg?
JH: Clearly Im done talking to you about this.
Jaime arches back with the single leg as T-Bird, who had been putting up an effort in stopping the move now finds herself locked into it. With every ounce she has she tries to crawl toward the ropes but finds it near impossible as Jaime sits down upon T-Birds rear.
JH: Removes some of the torque Jaime can put in that single leg crab, but its keeping T-Bird anchored in the middle of the ring.
Jaime, now with more leg in her grip, pulls brings herself forward so she can get her arm underneath the thigh. Successful in the attempt, Jaime pulls back taking her original position seated on top of T-Bird. Again on the outside Extreme Ninja claps his approval of a pending victory. However its not to be as T-Bird manages to bring her arms up just high enough to grab a fistful of hair. Now the natural atrophy of arms plays in the best interest of T-Bird as her arms sink down each with a handful of Jaimes hair.
JH: Its a real test of who can take the pain more right now. The more T-Bird pulls the more Jaime ends up pulling on the leg. So well see who drops out first and because its horrorcore rules, Logan cant really do anything to stop the hair pulling.
Its Jaime who calls it quits first as she drops the leg realizing its the only reason shes even in the position she is. T-Bird releases the hair as a feeling of full relief courses through her body. Lying there in the centre of the ring, T-Bird lets her leg rest for a moment as Jaime starts up to her feet rubbing her head. Of course she only rubs it for a moment as continuous feeling of the sore spot will only increase the maximum pain output it sends through the top of her head. Trust me on that, I know.
JH: Things have seemingly settled down here for a bit.
CM: Yea, and that masked freak on the outside is still playing cheerleader.
CL: Hey! I warned you about using that term on him!
JH: What do you guys have against him right now? So hes out here in support for his friend. So what?
CL: You just answered your own question.
JH: How?
CM: Exactly.
Jaime walks over toward her opponent grabbing a fistful of her own hair and starts to bring her up back to her feet. But out of nowhere, and before T-Bird is fully erect, she drops down to her knees flipping Jaime over her shoulders with a firemans carry takedown. T-Bird looks to continue the start of her assault with a standing moonsault but misses as Jaime sits upright. T-Bird though is quicker to her feet upon this exchange as she rebounds off the ropes catching the half risen Jaime in the face with a soccer kick knocking her back down.
JH: Ouch! That had to hurt.
CM: I guess thats one thing Roxie can say she has over Jaime.
JH: Whats that.
CM: Her lip isnt fat.
T-Bird, forgetting the pinfall attempt or just not caring to go for it right now, slides under the bottom rope on the side of the ring across from Extreme Ninja who slaps the canvas a couple of times. T-Bird soon returns with a strand of something. Something that clearly gets a lot of excitement from one Constance Loire as he nearly jumps out of his seat in anticipation upon noticing it.
CL: Barbwire! Fucking barbwire in the ring! Shits on now.
For those unlucky few who cant hear Constance screaming out, T-Bird holds the wire up showing it to the crowd for a moment as they too seem anxious about just what fifteen inches of barbwire can do in this match. Well, let T-Bird show you for a moment. Placing one point of the barbwire on one side of the dazed Jaimes neck, T-Bird plants her foot over it to keep it steady. For what you may ask? So it remains steady as she stomps the other side close to Jaimes neck. Luckily for Jaime though, T-Bird was too quick on this move and didnt kick in close enough to do some real damage, but that doesnt mean that none was done.
JH: Sick! T-Bird just thrust that barbwire into Jaimes throat with her feet.
Jaime pushes away at T-Birds feet knocking her down as she takes a quick escape to the outside of the ring where Extreme Ninja goes to tend and give some kind of aid. Jaime nods out that shes okay coughing out a couple of times as T-Bird parades around the ring pleased at her efforts. This only sparks something in Jaime as she instantly slides back in the ring and runs into the challenger tackling her down hard on the canvas back first. Clearly Jaime seems pissed about the attempted end of her career as she reaches over for the barbwire and begins whipping away at the face and torso of T-Bird over and over again.
CM: Has Jaime just snapped?
CL: If she didnt, its damn entertaining right now.
JH: She hasnt snapped.
Thats right, because if she did would she have the frame of mind to stop herself and stand back up to her feet? Probably not. But that doesnt mean that shes still not pissed toward T-Bird for the choke out attempt. But holding onto the barbwire seems to give Jaime an idea as she slides out of the ring dropping the barbwire to the canvas.
JH: Whats she going for out there?
CM: Im surprised you didnt bring that up when T-Bird was out there.
JH: What are you insinuating?
CM: That you knew that T-Bird might go for a weapon and thus you werent all too surprised when you noticed she going out there for said weapon.
JH: What are you, rain man with this sudden jump with legal talk or whatever?
CL: Does it matter if he is? Lees pulling in a fucking chair!
Yes, Jaime, with chair in hand, slides back into the ring dropping it to the canvas watching and seemingly waiting for T-Bird to stand back up. T-Bird soon complies as she rises with her back turned to Jaime. Jaime, ready and waiting in pounce position, keeps one hand over her thigh as fans in the audience know whats about to happen.
CL: Hey, what happened to the wire?
JH: Turn the beat around from Jaime!
CL: Never mind.
T-Bird, who had ducked the sudden spinning kick, hoists that barbwire up in Lees crotch catching her completely off guard. And if that wasnt enough
JH: Backdrop off the momentum of the barbwire hoist!
CM: Yea, I dont think that RK, the masked freak, Adam, Kenny the ring guy, or even Roxie with a strap on would want to hit that tonight after that. God only knows how much mightve chipped off.
CL: Ouch.
Jaime, lying prone on her back, reaches down and tries to pull the barbwire from her downstairs region.
CL: This match is fucking awesome! Barbwire usage, a steel chair in the ring, and now some masturbation in there!
JH: Shes not mas Shes pulling the barbwire from her underpants.
CL: Well that look on her face says shes giving herself a little treat at the same time.
JH: That look on her face says that shes in a lot of pain right now.
CL: Hey, the world is what you make of it.
JH: Right, and in your world girls masturbate with barbwire. Makes sense.
CL: Hell yea they do!
CM: Is that why Sybil left you? cause she wouldnt straddle that fence during your farm visit?
CL: You know what? Im not even mad about that because watching Jaimeokay, shes done. FUCK YOU!!!
Jaime rises back to her feet feeling a little wobbly in the legs while having to rise up right after something like that. T-Bird, once again with her back turned, falls victim to a pretty different variation of a bulldog. Instead of wrapping the arm over her head, Jaime forces her face into the canvas by pushing her head forward using the barbwire. But Jaime isnt finished though as she rips the barbwire free from whatever strands of hair have wrapped around the wire. Jaime then takes the chair and smacks in against the back of T-Birds leg just above the knee leaving it there. Then underlooping the barbwire around her ankle, the Hellcat Champion pulls back in a more violent single leg crab.
JH: That chair has nowhere to go here but to dig into the hack of her knee and the bottom of her ass.
Jaime doesnt hear a tap out or a scream of submission from T-Bird so she aims to prove her point of dominance in the situation right now by pulling on one end of the barbwire then the other grinding it against the flesh of her ankle. Within a matter of moments T-Bird doesnt have to give up as Logan calls for the bell stopping the match himself.
CL: Hey! Hey! You promised me a deathmatch just by being there, jackass! Resume the match!
MA: Here is your winner via referee stoppage and still your Hellcat Champion Jaime Lee!!!
Extreme Ninja #2 slides into the ring just as Jaime releases her grip on the barbwire. As Logan tends to T-Bird, Jaime nearly tackles Ninja with a sudden hug based from the excitement of not only winning the match, but surviving it as well. But Ninja doesnt go down, instead he uses the momentum to swing Jaime around a couple of times until he can finally put her back down. Michael then enters the ring handing the belt over back to Jaime as Logan continues to check on T-Bird.
CL: What is this? Boo! Boo! Refund! I want my money back!
JH: What refund? You get paid to call the match.
Just though as Jaime and Extreme Ninja continue their in ring celebration, Roxie comes down followed close behind by Shaun and Mr. Blonde. Jaime, upon seeing them, halts her celebration as Roxie saunters to the ringside area, then as if not caring about any consequence which might result of this, makes her way into the ring. Jaime goes to step forward clearly wanting not to wait for their I Quit match. However, Extreme Ninja steps in placing his left hand in front of her.
CL: See? I told you he was going to stop something good.
JH: Wow just wow. I did not see something you say come true.
Although he is physically keeping Jaime back, Extreme Ninja turns toward Roxie holding out his left hand as if that would really stop her.
CM: Well, Loires prediction came true. Lets see if Roxie has that strap on handy.
JH: No, I really dont think thatll be happening.
CM: Thats right! Because I said it wouldnt happen! Huh? Huh?
JH: Whatever.
CL: Jackass.
Roxie glares toward Jaime for a moment before taking a step back toward the ropes and simply, and mildly, begins applauding Jaime with more of a golf clap than anything. Five times she claps before she heads out of the ring leaving both Jaime and Ninja is a state of astonishment. Of course you wouldnt see it on Ninja, but the way he slowly lowers his arm tells the tale. Even Shaun and Mr. Blonde are surprised as they watch Roxie walk back up the ramp. Both take a moment to look back into the ring before turning to follow Roxie up the ramp.
Jay Bain walks the backstage area, a cool look of confidence strides across his face as he makes his way down the hall. People he passes by don't seem to halt his stride as he seemingly walks with purpose. Soon though his target comes into sight as he locks eyes with the red headed vixen that is Shawni Tifftin who closes her cell before pocketing it in her coat pocket.
Shawni: Took you long enough. I was just about to call you...yet again.
Jay: You called me like five minutes ago.
Shawni: Uh...yeah!
Shawni's head jolt tells the story that she was right in her action to be upset. Jay however, doesn't take that message to heart as he plants his hands firmly on his hips.
Jay: Listen, when you called you said you had something really important to talk about concerning Roxie. What is it?
Shawni begins to look over both of Jay's shoulders. Doing so, she is forced up to her tip toes, a movement she soon regrets as she looks very displeased.
Shawni: You didn't bring her?
Jay: What?
Shawni: The message was concerning Roxie. Meaning it was for Roxie!
Jay: Maybe you should be more clear next time.
Jay looks away mumbling to himself.
Jay: Hopefully there won't be.
Shawni: Uh...where is she?
Shawni doesn't sound stupid here, just pissed.
Jay: I don't know. I don't keep tabs on her exact location.
Shawni: What? Then what kind of "friend" are you to her? Gawd, can't even keep an eye on your woman...what kind of man are you anyway?
Jay: She's not "my woman", alright? She's--wait, why are you so interested in finding her? Are you a friend or something?
Shawni: Yes. Of course we're friends. Best of friends.
Jay: Then why aren't you keeping tabs on her?
Shawni goes silent for a while. Then, feeling that this isn't a victory that she can take, she twists her hand up into Jay's face and begins to walk away. Jay remains there only momentarily before shaking his head and leaving the scene.
CM: Welcome to the announce booth, Ethan. It is good to have you back.
Ethan: Gentlemen .Thanks for having me.
JH: Yes. It is great to have you back now that youve scheduled your time out here.
Ethan: Actually the reason I scheduled the time is because I wanted to apologize to you for last time.
JH: Really? I didnt exp
Ethan: *interrupting*And you fucking shouldnt have! Im not out here to make friends with you, Hitchen! Use your fucking brain. Im here to keep a close eye on Kiyoshi. I need to be on my toes so I know when to use this baby.
Ethan slaps the belt that is laying on the announce desk in front of him and smiles to the three announcers as Fuzz checks the ropes, turnbuckles, etcetera in preparation of the upcoming Dual Crown championship match.
CM: HAHA .Thats right!
JH: I should have known better.
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: The man who cost your team the loss last week to the Rejects.
Ethan: Finally someone who is on the same wave length as me. If you ask me Liam Mortell is a worthless excuse of a contender. He has nothing on ETHAN ADAMS.
CL: Liam may have been the one who suffered the graver of the consequences. However it clearly appeared to be a total lack of team functioning that did your team in. Not just, Liam.
JH: Yeah. You didnt look so contender worthy yourself, ETHAN ADAMS!
Ethan: Excuse me?
CL Whoa, Hitchen! Your testicles just dropped.
Ethan: Ill kick them right back into his fucking uterus if he doesnt watch his mouth.
The announce booth goes into an awkward silence as
With darkness' embrace of the entire building, a heart-beat starts up. Slowly, steadily, never ending until the warrior finally falls. On the ReVoltrons, each beat is marked by the impact of one of Kiyoshi Nakahata's trademark moves of a variety of opponents, FIW or otherwise. The cage, as ever it did, slowly fills up with smoke to mark the coming of the Yeti, and the soothing whisper of Trent Reznor sweeps through, backed by light tapping and silent screams.
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: The man who cost your team the loss last week to the Rejects.
Ethan: Finally someone who is on the same wave length as me. If you ask me Liam Mortell is a worthless excuse of a contender. He has nothing on ETHAN ADAMS.
CL: Liam may have been the one who suffered the graver of the consequences. However it clearly appeared to be a total lack of team functioning that did your team in. Not just, Liam.
JH: Yeah. You didnt look so contender worthy yourself, ETHAN ADAMS!
Ethan: Excuse me?
CL Whoa, Hitchen! Your testicles just dropped.
Ethan: Ill kick them right back into his fucking uterus if he doesnt watch his mouth.
The announce booth goes into an awkward silence as
With darkness' embrace of the entire building, a heart-beat starts up. Slowly, steadily, never ending until the warrior finally falls. On the ReVoltrons, each beat is marked by the impact of one of Kiyoshi Nakahata's trademark moves of a variety of opponents, FIW or otherwise. The cage, as ever it did, slowly fills up with smoke to mark the coming of the Yeti, and the soothing whisper of Trent Reznor sweeps through, backed by light tapping and silent screams.
You and I, we may look the same
But we are very far apart[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align]
But we are very far apart[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align]
There's bullet holes where my compassion used to be
and there is violence in my heart[/align][align=right]RESIST!!![/align]
and there is violence in my heart[/align][align=right]RESIST!!![/align]
Into fire you can send us
From the fire we return[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align]
From the fire we return[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align]
You can label us a consequence
Of how much you have to learn[/align][align=right]RESIIIIIIIAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!![/align]
Synthesisers add to the noise of the song, the heartbeat, and the the rising cheer subside a little. A cloaked, masked figure emerges from the smoke, turning the few residual cheers to something less admiring when the Sin of Sloth reveals his face. Onikage is not precisely loved around these parts. Especially when he is not the person advertised... Up on the ReVoltrons, Nakahata closes his eyes and lowers his mask...
Of how much you have to learn[/align][align=right]RESIIIIIIIAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!![/align]
Synthesisers add to the noise of the song, the heartbeat, and the the rising cheer subside a little. A cloaked, masked figure emerges from the smoke, turning the few residual cheers to something less admiring when the Sin of Sloth reveals his face. Onikage is not precisely loved around these parts. Especially when he is not the person advertised... Up on the ReVoltrons, Nakahata closes his eyes and lowers his mask...
You can try but you'll never understand
This is something you will never understand
Can you hear it now
Hear it coming now
Can you hear it now...[/align]
MA: And his opponent, accompanied by the Morning Star, Onikage... Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty pounds; from Komachi City, Aichi; He is Your Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion... The Sin of Lust... NAKAHATA KI-YOOOOOOSSSSHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!
The introduction is snuck in a heartbeat before the chorus crackles away and is replaced by a cry taken up by the audience of 'Fuck Shit Up!' leading to an explosion obliterating the stage and the entrance way, leaving only two people in the building unmoved. One, the Saviour, who stands part way down the aisle, and Judo Senshi, white hair visible by the fact that his pyro blew down his hood. As he strides on towards the ring, destiny and whatever else; he stops at the top of the steps and raises the World Heavyweight Title clenched in his left fist; to resounding a roar from the fans to their countryman. That done, he tucks the strap into the Global Heavyweight Championship around his waist, pulls his hood up, and starts marching down to the ring so focused that the Morning Star even steps out of his way. By how thunderous guitars have replaced the synthesised riff that came before, and Max Cavalera's gutteral roar has replaced Trent Reznor's calm soft singing.
This is something you will never understand
Can you hear it now
Hear it coming now
Can you hear it now...[/align]
MA: And his opponent, accompanied by the Morning Star, Onikage... Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty pounds; from Komachi City, Aichi; He is Your Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion... The Sin of Lust... NAKAHATA KI-YOOOOOOSSSSHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!
The introduction is snuck in a heartbeat before the chorus crackles away and is replaced by a cry taken up by the audience of 'Fuck Shit Up!' leading to an explosion obliterating the stage and the entrance way, leaving only two people in the building unmoved. One, the Saviour, who stands part way down the aisle, and Judo Senshi, white hair visible by the fact that his pyro blew down his hood. As he strides on towards the ring, destiny and whatever else; he stops at the top of the steps and raises the World Heavyweight Title clenched in his left fist; to resounding a roar from the fans to their countryman. That done, he tucks the strap into the Global Heavyweight Championship around his waist, pulls his hood up, and starts marching down to the ring so focused that the Morning Star even steps out of his way. By how thunderous guitars have replaced the synthesised riff that came before, and Max Cavalera's gutteral roar has replaced Trent Reznor's calm soft singing.
Chaos A.D.
Disorder Unleashed
Starting to Burn
Starting to Lynch
Silence means Death
Stand on your Feet
Inner Fear
Your Worst Enemy[/align]
Reaching the ring, and ascending the steps, the real life Kiyoshi Nakahata removes the mask, handing out to Onikage as he strides around on the apron. He reaches his corner as the song reaches a climax, and unhitches the WHT, throwing it up one more time for the Japanese crowd, and on the phrase "Worst Enemy," does his customary vault up onto the top turnbuckle and sits down, pulling his hood right over his scarred face as the lights return...
JH: Both men in their respective corners and this match should be underway shortly.
Michael Anderson moves his way up the ring steps and into the ring. The crowd is so quiet that you could hear someone fart in the nose bleed seats. The ring announcer moves to the middle of the ring as Fuzz checks the competitors for foreign objects and collects the Dual Crown championship belts from Kiyoshi.
MA: Ladies and Gentlemen .This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!
The ring announcer then turns to his right and points to the corner in front of him with the index cards in his hand.
MA: Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Cheltenham, England. He weighs in at 220 pounds .LIAM MORRRRRRTTTTELLLLLLLL!!!
The crowd pops lightly and streamers launch into the ring from all directions dravishing over the challenger as he steps out from his corner and raises his arms and smiles to the Japanese crowd.
CM: What a schmuck! Right, Ethan?
Adams keeps his gaze locked forward on Kiyoshi and does not reply to the announcer as he is encouraged to join the bashing of Liam.
CL: Ethan you may want to wipe better next time. Chip has your shit all over his nose.
Anderson then turns around one hundred and eighty degrees to the corner behind him and points this time to the champion with his index cards.
MA: Your DUAL CROWN CHAMPION!....
Before he can get anything else out the crowd pop loudly and streamers begin to flow. Though the commotion dulls pretty quickly to allow the ring announcer to complete his announcement.
MA: From Komachi City, Japan and weighing in at 260 pounds .KIIIIYYYYYYOOOOSSSSSHIIIIIIIII NNNNNNNAAAAAAAKKKKKKAAAAAHHHHAAAATTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
The arena erupts and massive amounts of multi colored streamers enter the ring from all directions as the crowd gets behind the Japan native. Ring crew scramble to pull the streamers from the ring as quickly as possible but it is no use as the ring is being littered faster than they can clean. In the middle of the ring Fuzz holds up the championship belts high over his head as the streamer situation gets under control. Once a path is cleared for both competitors he beckons them to the center of the ring where he explains the rules of the match and allows Liam the opportunity to take a look at what he is fighting for. Once these early match preparations are taken care of the official instructs the men back to their respective corners and moves to the ropes handing the belts to a ring hand. As he turns back around to call the match he calls for the opening bell getting this match underway.
Disorder Unleashed
Starting to Burn
Starting to Lynch
Silence means Death
Stand on your Feet
Inner Fear
Your Worst Enemy[/align]
Reaching the ring, and ascending the steps, the real life Kiyoshi Nakahata removes the mask, handing out to Onikage as he strides around on the apron. He reaches his corner as the song reaches a climax, and unhitches the WHT, throwing it up one more time for the Japanese crowd, and on the phrase "Worst Enemy," does his customary vault up onto the top turnbuckle and sits down, pulling his hood right over his scarred face as the lights return...
JH: Both men in their respective corners and this match should be underway shortly.
Michael Anderson moves his way up the ring steps and into the ring. The crowd is so quiet that you could hear someone fart in the nose bleed seats. The ring announcer moves to the middle of the ring as Fuzz checks the competitors for foreign objects and collects the Dual Crown championship belts from Kiyoshi.
MA: Ladies and Gentlemen .This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!
The ring announcer then turns to his right and points to the corner in front of him with the index cards in his hand.
MA: Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Cheltenham, England. He weighs in at 220 pounds .LIAM MORRRRRRTTTTELLLLLLLL!!!
The crowd pops lightly and streamers launch into the ring from all directions dravishing over the challenger as he steps out from his corner and raises his arms and smiles to the Japanese crowd.
CM: What a schmuck! Right, Ethan?
Adams keeps his gaze locked forward on Kiyoshi and does not reply to the announcer as he is encouraged to join the bashing of Liam.
CL: Ethan you may want to wipe better next time. Chip has your shit all over his nose.
Anderson then turns around one hundred and eighty degrees to the corner behind him and points this time to the champion with his index cards.
MA: Your DUAL CROWN CHAMPION!....
Before he can get anything else out the crowd pop loudly and streamers begin to flow. Though the commotion dulls pretty quickly to allow the ring announcer to complete his announcement.
MA: From Komachi City, Japan and weighing in at 260 pounds .KIIIIYYYYYYOOOOSSSSSHIIIIIIIII NNNNNNNAAAAAAAKKKKKKAAAAAHHHHAAAATTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
The arena erupts and massive amounts of multi colored streamers enter the ring from all directions as the crowd gets behind the Japan native. Ring crew scramble to pull the streamers from the ring as quickly as possible but it is no use as the ring is being littered faster than they can clean. In the middle of the ring Fuzz holds up the championship belts high over his head as the streamer situation gets under control. Once a path is cleared for both competitors he beckons them to the center of the ring where he explains the rules of the match and allows Liam the opportunity to take a look at what he is fighting for. Once these early match preparations are taken care of the official instructs the men back to their respective corners and moves to the ropes handing the belts to a ring hand. As he turns back around to call the match he calls for the opening bell getting this match underway.
DING
DING[/align]
JH: Our Dual Crown championship match gets in motion as official, Fuzz calls for the opening bell.
Ethan: They think Kiyoshi is so great. Just wait until ETHAN ADAMS has had a proper opportunity in that ring with him.
CL: You had a proper opportunity with him and did very well.
Ethan: I just started to show him what I was capable of doing in that match. It was what some may call a warning shot, Constance.
CM: And the first wasnt enough. So you had to fire another with your victory to become the Grand Prix champion.
Ethan: This guy is smart. Why hasnt he been promoted yet?
JH: Its called paying your dues and seniority.
As the opening bell rings both men move from their corners and it is Kiyoshi that moves in first shooting at his opponents legs. Liam manages to hold the champion off and clears some distance from him as the Reject moves back to his feet. Again they square off moving toward the center of the ring and this time a shoot on the legs by Mortell but he is blocked and shoved to the side by the Dual Crown champion. This brings them back to the center of the ring facing off once more, Liam fakes a high attack and goes low shooting the legs once again and manages a single leg. Nakahata attempts to fight the smaller opponent off and ends up wrapping his arms around his upper body in a hug as his opponent still clutches tightly to his leg. Kiyoshi within a blink sweeps a leg behind his opponent tripping him and shifts his weight into a Judo takedown.
JH: Liam needs to watch out for those Judo throws. Kiyoshi is dangerous if he gets into his comfort zone.
CL: Its still early in the match but .Oh FUCK!
Just as Liam gets to his feet the champ is right there with a kneel kick that connects with the side of his opponents head and sends him back to the canvas. Kiyoshi rolls back up to his feet quickly and Mortell scrambles back in grabbing hold of the same leg on Nakahata as before and drives inward trying to take him off his feet. They move about the canvas for several moments but Kiyoshi begins to shift his body weight and gets hold of the arm associated with Liams bad shoulder and rolls through wrapping his legs around the arm and into an arm bar.
Ethan: One simple mistake is all it takes with Kiyoshi. That is why I am going to be sure to cash in this Grand Prix championship shot at the right time.
JH: Hes got that already aggravated shoulder of Mortell. It cant possibly end this early.
CM: But it sure as hell can. Especially with pre-existing injuries.
DING[/align]
JH: Our Dual Crown championship match gets in motion as official, Fuzz calls for the opening bell.
Ethan: They think Kiyoshi is so great. Just wait until ETHAN ADAMS has had a proper opportunity in that ring with him.
CL: You had a proper opportunity with him and did very well.
Ethan: I just started to show him what I was capable of doing in that match. It was what some may call a warning shot, Constance.
CM: And the first wasnt enough. So you had to fire another with your victory to become the Grand Prix champion.
Ethan: This guy is smart. Why hasnt he been promoted yet?
JH: Its called paying your dues and seniority.
As the opening bell rings both men move from their corners and it is Kiyoshi that moves in first shooting at his opponents legs. Liam manages to hold the champion off and clears some distance from him as the Reject moves back to his feet. Again they square off moving toward the center of the ring and this time a shoot on the legs by Mortell but he is blocked and shoved to the side by the Dual Crown champion. This brings them back to the center of the ring facing off once more, Liam fakes a high attack and goes low shooting the legs once again and manages a single leg. Nakahata attempts to fight the smaller opponent off and ends up wrapping his arms around his upper body in a hug as his opponent still clutches tightly to his leg. Kiyoshi within a blink sweeps a leg behind his opponent tripping him and shifts his weight into a Judo takedown.
JH: Liam needs to watch out for those Judo throws. Kiyoshi is dangerous if he gets into his comfort zone.
CL: Its still early in the match but .Oh FUCK!
Just as Liam gets to his feet the champ is right there with a kneel kick that connects with the side of his opponents head and sends him back to the canvas. Kiyoshi rolls back up to his feet quickly and Mortell scrambles back in grabbing hold of the same leg on Nakahata as before and drives inward trying to take him off his feet. They move about the canvas for several moments but Kiyoshi begins to shift his body weight and gets hold of the arm associated with Liams bad shoulder and rolls through wrapping his legs around the arm and into an arm bar.
Ethan: One simple mistake is all it takes with Kiyoshi. That is why I am going to be sure to cash in this Grand Prix championship shot at the right time.
JH: Hes got that already aggravated shoulder of Mortell. It cant possibly end this early.
CM: But it sure as hell can. Especially with pre-existing injuries.
Just as quickly as the champion gets the arm bar locked in Liam rolls with it trying to get out and the competitors roll about the ring as the crowd get a bit worked up from the mat work being displayed in the ring. Liam manages to roll himself to the ropes and hooks his feet over with Fuzz calling immediately for the break on the attempted submission hold. The moment the hold is broke Liam dives over top of the champion and begins throttling with him with hard strikes to the head and Kiyoshi shoves upward with his legs and clutches back onto his arm once again. He wraps his legs around his opponents head and squeezes as firmly as possible only for the two to move into the ropes and Fuzz to call for a clean break. He has a hard time getting the two men apart and slaps the back of Mortell repeatedly trying to get the clean break. Liam repeatedly attempts to punch Kiyoshi in the head and Fuzz then begins to physically remove him from the champion but Mortell is putting quite a fight trying to get his hands on his rival.
CM: Not looking like much of an English Gentlemen now is he.
JH: Would you be after an attack such as the one that Liam fell victim to last week?
Ethan: Dont fuel the fire of his whining. What happened to Liam is because of him being the weak link of the team. You would have never seen someone like ETHAN ADAMS hanging upside down from a cross bloodied.
Fuzz tries with all his being to get Mortell off but just cannot muster the strength to pull the determined contender from the champion. Instead Liam pulls Kiyoshi away from the ropes by a leg and rolls him into a single leg crab distributing most of his weight as far back for ultimate pressure on the champions back. The official switches his attention from breaking the two up now to Kiyoshi and whether he wants to submit. This however is the furthest from what Kiyoshi wants to do even though hes in a considerable amount of pain from the submission maneuver. Kiyoshi pulls up with his hands and reaches out toward the ropes only for Mortell to drop his weight down on the champion again and reel back his weight on his victims back. Kiyoshi pushes up again relieving the pressure from his back once again and then shifts his weight and brings a foot up to his opponents head at the same time. This allows him to roll onto his back but Liam holds onto the leg for dear life in an attempt to cause further damage. Nakahata now has the distance from the ropes to reach them and grabs hold of the bottom rope. Fuzz come straight in breaking the two men up and peels Liam off pushing him back toward a neutral corner.
Now with Liam not clutching to his leg Kiyoshi moves back to his feet stretching his leg and back and keeps a watchful eye on Mortell. On the outside of the ring FIWs Morning Star calls out encouragement to the champion and even a couple of words of advice. The champ nods slightly to acknowledge the assistance of his advisor. He then moves in toward Liam whom is doing the same and this time Liam goes low grabbing the champion around the waist and hoists him off his feet. Then shifting his weight he drives the champ spine first into the mat with a spine buster.
CL: SPINE .
JH: SHATTERING!!!
CM: Fuck you both. I hope you both piss muriatic acid!
Liam then gets back to his feet and drops a quick boot on Kiyoshis shoulder and then is prompt to follow up with a knee drop to the armpit area where he grabs hold of the arm working it over even further. Kiyoshi rolls his hips and onto his stomach squirming his way out of the arm wrench. Liam releases the hold upon Kiyoshis movement and grabs him around the neck pulling him up into a side headlock. The champ slaps the ribs of Mortell and back steps into the ropes with both mens weight. He then manages to launch Liam off sending him toward the opposing ropes. Liam hits the ropes and rebounds back toward the champion who attempts a jumping knee. However, Mortell baseball slides at the last possible moment and straight under the champion. He climbs back to his feet behind his opponent and leaps into the air with a drop kick to the back that sends Nakahata staggering forward into the ropes. The English Gentlemen then scrambles in after his opponent grabbing him around the waist and pulls back. Kiyoshi though hooks his arms into the ropes and shoots his opponent off and rolling across the mat behind him.
As the DC turns around he has Liam in his sights and watches his opponent stand to the upright before charging forward full force and levels him with a spear. Nakahata then climbs back to his feet and moves in quickly dropping a knee over his opponents head. Liam shoots straight up holding his forehead in pain. Kiyoshi reaches right down scooping him up to his feet he then pulls him in like he is going for a suplex but Liam shows signs of fight as he drives a knee into his opponents ribs. He then fires off with a European uppercut that staggers him back slightly and then grabs him by an arm and turns hurling him over his shoulder with a Judo throw.
JH: Looks like Liam is showing Kiyoshi he too know some Judo.
CL: That Ippon Seoinage looked like it was going to rip his shoulder out of socket.
Ethan: Usually a set up to the ATC. Could I have a new champion to challenge?
Just as Ethan predicted Liam moves in wrapping his legs around the neck and arm of Kiyoshi going for the Arm Triangle Choke finish. The champion senses what is coming and quickly scrambles to pull himself free and slides out of the ring taking the time to collect his thoughts and have counsel with Onikage who moves into him quickly. In the ring Liam climbs to his feet and moves to the ropes calling out to Kiyoshi to get back in but Fuzz attempts to keep this match by the books and ushers him back to the middle of the ring. He then begins to count the champion out of the match as he and Onikage exchange game plan.
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Kiyoshi makes way back for the ring climbing up the ring steps and making his way through the middle rope. Once back in the ring Fuzz breaks the count somewhere around six and motions for the two to resume the match. Both men move to the middle of the ring and move into a collar and elbow tie up. Liam moves free first twisting the already sore arm of Kiyoshi and wrenches several times causing the champion to howl out in pain with each wrench. He then lets a clubbing arm down over his opponents shoulder and then whips him quickly into the corner. Liam sprints after leaping into the air with a flying forearm that connects squarely with the side of his opponents head and causes him to stagger. Liam moves in scooping him up and drops him so that he is lying over the top ropes and across the turnbuckle. Mortell then bounds up the ropes and as quickly as he perches on the top rope he dives off with an Oklahoma Roll and power bombs his opponent with a massive thud to the canvas. The crowd let out a mild OOOOHHHHHHHH as the challenger hits his signature move.
Ethan: Think hes under estimating Kiyoshi. This wont be it.
JH: OKLAHOMA ROLL BY MORTELL!
CL: Hes going for the pinfall!
Fuzz slides into position and begins to slam his hand to the mat counting the fall.
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Kiyoshi makes way back for the ring climbing up the ring steps and making his way through the middle rope. Once back in the ring Fuzz breaks the count somewhere around six and motions for the two to resume the match. Both men move to the middle of the ring and move into a collar and elbow tie up. Liam moves free first twisting the already sore arm of Kiyoshi and wrenches several times causing the champion to howl out in pain with each wrench. He then lets a clubbing arm down over his opponents shoulder and then whips him quickly into the corner. Liam sprints after leaping into the air with a flying forearm that connects squarely with the side of his opponents head and causes him to stagger. Liam moves in scooping him up and drops him so that he is lying over the top ropes and across the turnbuckle. Mortell then bounds up the ropes and as quickly as he perches on the top rope he dives off with an Oklahoma Roll and power bombs his opponent with a massive thud to the canvas. The crowd let out a mild OOOOHHHHHHHH as the challenger hits his signature move.
Ethan: Think hes under estimating Kiyoshi. This wont be it.
JH: OKLAHOMA ROLL BY MORTELL!
CL: Hes going for the pinfall!
Fuzz slides into position and begins to slam his hand to the mat counting the fall.
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At the very last possibly second Kiyoshi gets his shoulder up breaking the pinfall count. He rolls up to one side and breathes heavily while blinking his eyes. Liam seems unbelieving and questions Fuzz whether it was a two or a three count. Liam shakes his head several times and holds up three fingers but Fuzz refuses his argument and states it was only a two. This argument is enough for Kiyoshi to move up groggily to his feet and measure up his opponent who still has his attention on the official.
JH: That was soooo close. He should have had it!
Ethan: That would be like you sitting as close to me as you are and saying youre as great as me. As great as it sounds its just not true.
CM: Ha! PWND!
Nakahata realizes his opportunity and charges at Mortell, he goes for yet another spear as his challenger turns around only for him to move out of the way.
JH: Fuzz is down!
CL: This is clearly not good for Liam. This leaves it wide open for the Rejects interference.
Ethan: Id like to see them come down. I havent forgot what they did to me last week. As much as I have distain for Liam, Id be in that ring in a heartbeat.
JH: How do you know that you wouldnt suffer the same fate as last week or even end up like Liam?
With the official down Kiyoshi gets back to his feet to see Liam standing directly in front of him and calls for yet another one of his signature moves. Liam quickly hooks in Kiyoshi and hoists him up for the Side Effect suplex but the champion is not having it and quickly shifts his weight landing down behind the challenger. He then rapidly locks his arms around Mortells neck and cinches in a sleeper hold cutting off the his opponents air supply and in effect attempting to put him to sleep. Mortell attempts to fight but the more he does the groggier he feels and slowly begins to weaken in the knees. Though the fight is not completely out of him as he leans forward, surprisingly lifting Kiyoshi off his feet and back pedals into the corner slamming his opponents back into the corner. The sleeper hold is not relinquished though and Liam takes a couple steps forward and then drives the champion backwards again. This time Kiyoshi releases and Liam staggers away sucking in deep breaths. Nakahata moves from the corner and finds himself straight in front of him for a signature.
CM: Space Tornado Kiyoshi!
JH: The ref is down will this count.
Kiyoshi grabs Fuzz and drags him over to Mortell but the official is completely out of it and unresponsive. The Dual Crown champion covers the challenger anyway and nudges the official trying to stir him for a count. Seeing that he is not going to budge, Kiyoshi pulls himself off of Liam and shakes the official firmly trying to rouse him. Liam begins to pull himself up behind Kiyoshi on the ropes but the champ is too preoccupied trying to get the ref back into commission. As he gives up he looks for Liam but the challenger is not where he had left him. He pushes up his feet and turns to search him out only to be the recipient of a huge boot to the stomach and a knee to the face as he bends over. Mortell then moves in hooking him up for a suplex and hoists him into the air. You can see in Liams face that the match has taken a toll but he is running on pure adrenaline. He stalls in the air momentarily and switches his arm from behind Kiyoshis neck to the front and drops him with the side effect.
JH: SIIIIDDEEE EEFFEEECTTTTT SUUUUPPPLEEXXX!!!
With a massive impact Liam drops Kiyoshi on the mat and then moves back to his feet searching out the obvious follow up .
CL: Hes locking in the ATC!!! We could have a new champion!
CM: You could have an easy target Ethan. He could be your ticket to the top!
Ethan: There will be no easy competitor in my quest for the Dual Crown. If they are man enough to hold those belts they definitely will not be an easy challenge.
With the ATC now locked in Kiyoshi scream out in pain as Liam wrenches back as hard as he can all in an attempt to make the champion tap out. The official still down though could throw a major kink into his plan but does not slow him down as Kiyoshi screams and kicks with the hold locked in tightly. Suddenly there is a boot from out of nowhere that connects with the back of Mortells head and just as the crowd has warmed up to him and his challenge to the Japan native.
JH: What the .
CM: You know plenty about that crazy bitch dont you, Ethan!
Ethan: Indeed I do. Though Im interested to know why shes interjecting herself here.
If you havent figured it out yet it is Kennedy whom appeared from almost thin air and broke up the ATC with a brutal kick to the back of Liams head while the ref was still out. Kennedy quickly slides out of the ring watching over the job she just completed in the ring.
CM: I think shes joining the Rejects. It makes too much sense. I mean with her change of attitude and now this.
JH: There is no way, Kennedy has joined the Rejects. You can just forget that.
FIWs First Lady sticks around ringside watching on as the men in the ring all lay about motionless for several moments. It is Fuzz who begins to stir first and pulls himself to the ropes shaking his head to free them of the cob webs from the accidental attack by Kiyoshi. He is follow to his feet by Kiyoshi whose wobbly legs take him across the ring and into the ropes. Liam is the last to move to his feet and he staggers in place momentarily before going back down to a knee and placing a hand over the back of his head where Kennedy nearly took it off. Onikage slaps his hands to the mat trying to encourage Kiyoshi who moves out toward the middle of the ring and toward Liam who has managed to reclaim his vertical base. Noticing the groggy nature and also Kennedy on the outside Kiyoshi goes for a quick school boy roll up and Fuzz slides in for the count.
2
3
NOOOOOOO[/align]
At the very last possibly second Kiyoshi gets his shoulder up breaking the pinfall count. He rolls up to one side and breathes heavily while blinking his eyes. Liam seems unbelieving and questions Fuzz whether it was a two or a three count. Liam shakes his head several times and holds up three fingers but Fuzz refuses his argument and states it was only a two. This argument is enough for Kiyoshi to move up groggily to his feet and measure up his opponent who still has his attention on the official.
JH: That was soooo close. He should have had it!
Ethan: That would be like you sitting as close to me as you are and saying youre as great as me. As great as it sounds its just not true.
CM: Ha! PWND!
Nakahata realizes his opportunity and charges at Mortell, he goes for yet another spear as his challenger turns around only for him to move out of the way.
JH: Fuzz is down!
CL: This is clearly not good for Liam. This leaves it wide open for the Rejects interference.
Ethan: Id like to see them come down. I havent forgot what they did to me last week. As much as I have distain for Liam, Id be in that ring in a heartbeat.
JH: How do you know that you wouldnt suffer the same fate as last week or even end up like Liam?
With the official down Kiyoshi gets back to his feet to see Liam standing directly in front of him and calls for yet another one of his signature moves. Liam quickly hooks in Kiyoshi and hoists him up for the Side Effect suplex but the champion is not having it and quickly shifts his weight landing down behind the challenger. He then rapidly locks his arms around Mortells neck and cinches in a sleeper hold cutting off the his opponents air supply and in effect attempting to put him to sleep. Mortell attempts to fight but the more he does the groggier he feels and slowly begins to weaken in the knees. Though the fight is not completely out of him as he leans forward, surprisingly lifting Kiyoshi off his feet and back pedals into the corner slamming his opponents back into the corner. The sleeper hold is not relinquished though and Liam takes a couple steps forward and then drives the champion backwards again. This time Kiyoshi releases and Liam staggers away sucking in deep breaths. Nakahata moves from the corner and finds himself straight in front of him for a signature.
CM: Space Tornado Kiyoshi!
JH: The ref is down will this count.
Kiyoshi grabs Fuzz and drags him over to Mortell but the official is completely out of it and unresponsive. The Dual Crown champion covers the challenger anyway and nudges the official trying to stir him for a count. Seeing that he is not going to budge, Kiyoshi pulls himself off of Liam and shakes the official firmly trying to rouse him. Liam begins to pull himself up behind Kiyoshi on the ropes but the champ is too preoccupied trying to get the ref back into commission. As he gives up he looks for Liam but the challenger is not where he had left him. He pushes up his feet and turns to search him out only to be the recipient of a huge boot to the stomach and a knee to the face as he bends over. Mortell then moves in hooking him up for a suplex and hoists him into the air. You can see in Liams face that the match has taken a toll but he is running on pure adrenaline. He stalls in the air momentarily and switches his arm from behind Kiyoshis neck to the front and drops him with the side effect.
JH: SIIIIDDEEE EEFFEEECTTTTT SUUUUPPPLEEXXX!!!
With a massive impact Liam drops Kiyoshi on the mat and then moves back to his feet searching out the obvious follow up .
CL: Hes locking in the ATC!!! We could have a new champion!
CM: You could have an easy target Ethan. He could be your ticket to the top!
Ethan: There will be no easy competitor in my quest for the Dual Crown. If they are man enough to hold those belts they definitely will not be an easy challenge.
With the ATC now locked in Kiyoshi scream out in pain as Liam wrenches back as hard as he can all in an attempt to make the champion tap out. The official still down though could throw a major kink into his plan but does not slow him down as Kiyoshi screams and kicks with the hold locked in tightly. Suddenly there is a boot from out of nowhere that connects with the back of Mortells head and just as the crowd has warmed up to him and his challenge to the Japan native.
JH: What the .
CM: You know plenty about that crazy bitch dont you, Ethan!
Ethan: Indeed I do. Though Im interested to know why shes interjecting herself here.
If you havent figured it out yet it is Kennedy whom appeared from almost thin air and broke up the ATC with a brutal kick to the back of Liams head while the ref was still out. Kennedy quickly slides out of the ring watching over the job she just completed in the ring.
CM: I think shes joining the Rejects. It makes too much sense. I mean with her change of attitude and now this.
JH: There is no way, Kennedy has joined the Rejects. You can just forget that.
FIWs First Lady sticks around ringside watching on as the men in the ring all lay about motionless for several moments. It is Fuzz who begins to stir first and pulls himself to the ropes shaking his head to free them of the cob webs from the accidental attack by Kiyoshi. He is follow to his feet by Kiyoshi whose wobbly legs take him across the ring and into the ropes. Liam is the last to move to his feet and he staggers in place momentarily before going back down to a knee and placing a hand over the back of his head where Kennedy nearly took it off. Onikage slaps his hands to the mat trying to encourage Kiyoshi who moves out toward the middle of the ring and toward Liam who has managed to reclaim his vertical base. Noticing the groggy nature and also Kennedy on the outside Kiyoshi goes for a quick school boy roll up and Fuzz slides in for the count.
1
2
KICK OUT[/align]
After the kick out Liam moves back to his feet as well as Kiyoshi as Kennedy watches on in bemusement. Kiyoshi moves quickly and hooks in a sleeper again this time attempting to wrap his legs around his opponent going for his dreaded finisher.
CL: Kiyoshi going for the Dojime Sleeper.
JH: Liam slips out .
Ethan: Its a battle for the finish if you will.
Liam trips up his opponent and quickly goes for the Arm Triangle Choke again. Kiyoshi to blocks and manages to get around Liam scissoring his legs around him and goes for the Dojime yet again only for Liam to grab the ropes. Fuzz calls for the break and Kiyoshi obeys allowing Liam to get back to his feet. They move in on each other and lock up and battle for strength and it is Kiyoshi who manages to get the advantage sending Liam to the ropes. Mortell bounces off back at the champion who attempts to catch him with a belly to belly suplex. However, Liam manages to catch one of his arms as he tries to wrap it around his waist and turns hurling him over his shoulder yet again with the Ippon Seoinage and goes straight for the ATC.
JH: ATC! ATC!
CL: Hes got it locked in. There is no escaping this time!
CM: Unless Kennedy decides to interject on behalf of the Rejects again.
JH: She wasnt doing it for the Rejects!
Kiyoshi screams loudly and looks as though he is ready to call it quits when suddenly ..
2
KICK OUT[/align]
After the kick out Liam moves back to his feet as well as Kiyoshi as Kennedy watches on in bemusement. Kiyoshi moves quickly and hooks in a sleeper again this time attempting to wrap his legs around his opponent going for his dreaded finisher.
CL: Kiyoshi going for the Dojime Sleeper.
JH: Liam slips out .
Ethan: Its a battle for the finish if you will.
Liam trips up his opponent and quickly goes for the Arm Triangle Choke again. Kiyoshi to blocks and manages to get around Liam scissoring his legs around him and goes for the Dojime yet again only for Liam to grab the ropes. Fuzz calls for the break and Kiyoshi obeys allowing Liam to get back to his feet. They move in on each other and lock up and battle for strength and it is Kiyoshi who manages to get the advantage sending Liam to the ropes. Mortell bounces off back at the champion who attempts to catch him with a belly to belly suplex. However, Liam manages to catch one of his arms as he tries to wrap it around his waist and turns hurling him over his shoulder yet again with the Ippon Seoinage and goes straight for the ATC.
JH: ATC! ATC!
CL: Hes got it locked in. There is no escaping this time!
CM: Unless Kennedy decides to interject on behalf of the Rejects again.
JH: She wasnt doing it for the Rejects!
Kiyoshi screams loudly and looks as though he is ready to call it quits when suddenly ..
DING
DING
DING[/align]
Liams eyes grow wide as saucers as he still has the hold locked in and a large grin grows over his face. He releases the hold and jumps to his feet in excitement thinking he has won the Dual Crown championship. The official looks puzzled as to what is going on but it is cleared up as Michael Anderson comes over the announce system.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen the time limit has expired leaving this match as a .DRAW! Therefore still Dual Crown champion Kiyoshi NAKAHATA!!!!!
JH: That sucks. I thought we had a new champion.
CL: Had the match gone thirty more seconds we very well could have.
There is a rustle as the headset of Ethan Adams who was joining the broadcast team sets them down and makes his way into the ring as Kennedy turns her back and heads for backstage. The Grand Prix champion jumps up onto the ring apron and bounds over the ropes shoving Fuzz out of the way and off his feet. He then starts in on Kiyoshi booting him in the head viciously and relentlessly.
CM: Looks like Ethan is exacting some revenge for last week.
JH: Looks like hes being a coward to me. Hell probably cash his Grand Prix shot in too.
Mortell moves into Ethan and pulls him away from the champion and once he has his attention raises his hands and gives him a look like, What are you doing?. Ethan takes exception to Liams interference and gives him a hard shove backwards and shrugs his shoulders and gives him a scowl like its something he should have done. Mortell yells something at Ethan and shoves him back only to receive a shove back from Ethan. The shoving goes back and forth as Kiyoshi rolls under the ropes and out of the ring. Onikage is there to help him stay on his feet and claim his belts from the time keepers table. In the ring Liam and Ethan continue to argue as Kiyoshi and Onikage head to the back.
JH: What a dramatic ending to an already dramatic match.
CL: That leaves us with a lot of questions. Whats up with Kennedys involvement? What will come of the Liam and Ethan situation?
CM: Guess well find out soon enough. As we only have one more week until Nensai Senjou '08!
JH: I cant believe what weve already seen here tonight! Ash Koopa and Hembra Monstruo kicked off the night by finding victory in their respected matches!
CL: Then the new chick made Elrick her bitch and Tier out smarted Crackerjack into title contendership.
CM: Dont forget about the title matches!
JH: Who could?! And, its all leading up to this main event tag team match!
CL: The Rejects continue their battles against Prime.
CM: Not to mention Kennedy has seemingly gotten under the skin of Kiyoshi Nakahata in the last few months with her comment about him being cowardly.
JH: Hardcore Sex has quite the up hill battle to prove tonight, not only as champions but also with Kennedy and Prime holding a victory over them.
CL: Yeah, ole Felix and Steve are going up against a pair that have actually had hardcore sex with each other.
CM: Or, sex of some kind at the very least.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following is the scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt! It has been granted a one hour time limit and it is set for one fall to a finish! Your official for this bout is Full Intensity Wrestling Senior Referee, Tony Clarke and it is for the Full Intensity Wrestling Tag Team Championships of the World~!!!
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
DING
DING[/align]
Liams eyes grow wide as saucers as he still has the hold locked in and a large grin grows over his face. He releases the hold and jumps to his feet in excitement thinking he has won the Dual Crown championship. The official looks puzzled as to what is going on but it is cleared up as Michael Anderson comes over the announce system.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen the time limit has expired leaving this match as a .DRAW! Therefore still Dual Crown champion Kiyoshi NAKAHATA!!!!!
JH: That sucks. I thought we had a new champion.
CL: Had the match gone thirty more seconds we very well could have.
There is a rustle as the headset of Ethan Adams who was joining the broadcast team sets them down and makes his way into the ring as Kennedy turns her back and heads for backstage. The Grand Prix champion jumps up onto the ring apron and bounds over the ropes shoving Fuzz out of the way and off his feet. He then starts in on Kiyoshi booting him in the head viciously and relentlessly.
CM: Looks like Ethan is exacting some revenge for last week.
JH: Looks like hes being a coward to me. Hell probably cash his Grand Prix shot in too.
Mortell moves into Ethan and pulls him away from the champion and once he has his attention raises his hands and gives him a look like, What are you doing?. Ethan takes exception to Liams interference and gives him a hard shove backwards and shrugs his shoulders and gives him a scowl like its something he should have done. Mortell yells something at Ethan and shoves him back only to receive a shove back from Ethan. The shoving goes back and forth as Kiyoshi rolls under the ropes and out of the ring. Onikage is there to help him stay on his feet and claim his belts from the time keepers table. In the ring Liam and Ethan continue to argue as Kiyoshi and Onikage head to the back.
JH: What a dramatic ending to an already dramatic match.
CL: That leaves us with a lot of questions. Whats up with Kennedys involvement? What will come of the Liam and Ethan situation?
CM: Guess well find out soon enough. As we only have one more week until Nensai Senjou '08!
JH: I cant believe what weve already seen here tonight! Ash Koopa and Hembra Monstruo kicked off the night by finding victory in their respected matches!
CL: Then the new chick made Elrick her bitch and Tier out smarted Crackerjack into title contendership.
CM: Dont forget about the title matches!
JH: Who could?! And, its all leading up to this main event tag team match!
CL: The Rejects continue their battles against Prime.
CM: Not to mention Kennedy has seemingly gotten under the skin of Kiyoshi Nakahata in the last few months with her comment about him being cowardly.
JH: Hardcore Sex has quite the up hill battle to prove tonight, not only as champions but also with Kennedy and Prime holding a victory over them.
CL: Yeah, ole Felix and Steve are going up against a pair that have actually had hardcore sex with each other.
CM: Or, sex of some kind at the very least.
MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following is the scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt! It has been granted a one hour time limit and it is set for one fall to a finish! Your official for this bout is Full Intensity Wrestling Senior Referee, Tony Clarke and it is for the Full Intensity Wrestling Tag Team Championships of the World~!!!
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.
MA: Introducing first on the challengers team, he hails from San Diego, California HE! IS! PRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!!
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: 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.
CL: Here they come, the fucking Quarterback and Head Cheerleader of FIW gag
CM: Eh, I dont know about that, the ring on her finger states otherwise
JH: Listen to the both of you! You sound like old house wives gossiping!
At first the arena is filled with the faint sound of chugging guitars. The music grows louder, building up into a faster more powerful rhythm. Lights begin to flash white and red as all attention turns to the entryway.
Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton Legend Killer pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match.
MA: Introducing first on the challengers team, he hails from San Diego, California HE! IS! PRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!!
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: 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.
CL: Here they come, the fucking Quarterback and Head Cheerleader of FIW gag
CM: Eh, I dont know about that, the ring on her finger states otherwise
JH: Listen to the both of you! You sound like old house wives gossiping!
At first the arena is filled with the faint sound of chugging guitars. The music grows louder, building up into a faster more powerful rhythm. Lights begin to flash white and red as all attention turns to the entryway.
Just let me ask you,
"Hey, have you heard of my religion?"
It's called the church of hot addiction,
and we believe that God is lust for everything.[/align]
The two members of HARDCORE SEX appear at the entryway with Onikage, posing for the fans. Steve is his usual sullen, silent self, staring intently at the ring, preparing himself mentally for the upcoming match, fists clenched, jaw tight. Felix, on the other hand, totally hams it up, blowing kisses to the crowd, pumping his arms and flexing his muscles. FIW's Morning Star is smiling and waving to the fans along with Felix as a hand rests on Steve's shoulder to comfort his tortured soul.
"Hey, have you heard of my religion?"
It's called the church of hot addiction,
and we believe that God is lust for everything.[/align]
The two members of HARDCORE SEX appear at the entryway with Onikage, posing for the fans. Steve is his usual sullen, silent self, staring intently at the ring, preparing himself mentally for the upcoming match, fists clenched, jaw tight. Felix, on the other hand, totally hams it up, blowing kisses to the crowd, pumping his arms and flexing his muscles. FIW's Morning Star is smiling and waving to the fans along with Felix as a hand rests on Steve's shoulder to comfort his tortured soul.
Because now...
the time has come for your devotion,
and you already got the motion.
What I need to give it, just give it, give it to me
I'm waiting, I'm waiting... Turn out the lights [/align]
As the duo make their way to the ring with their advisor, Steve walks forward with a determined pace, his breathing steadily increasing. Felix bounces like a kid with two much sugar, strutting to the music, pursing his lips and rubbing his nipples.
MA: On their way to the ring at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds Steve The Emo Kid Patterson Fierce Felix Arroyo They are HARD! CORE! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXX!!!
As they arrive at the ring, Felix hops on to the apron and raises the ropes for Steve like a wrestler would do for his valet. Steve ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. The leader of the Rejects staying at the ringside area and pacing around it, his eyes and smile focusing on his charges inside the ring.
the time has come for your devotion,
and you already got the motion.
What I need to give it, just give it, give it to me
I'm waiting, I'm waiting... Turn out the lights [/align]
As the duo make their way to the ring with their advisor, Steve walks forward with a determined pace, his breathing steadily increasing. Felix bounces like a kid with two much sugar, strutting to the music, pursing his lips and rubbing his nipples.
MA: On their way to the ring at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds Steve The Emo Kid Patterson Fierce Felix Arroyo They are HARD! CORE! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXX!!!
As they arrive at the ring, Felix hops on to the apron and raises the ropes for Steve like a wrestler would do for his valet. Steve ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. The leader of the Rejects staying at the ringside area and pacing around it, his eyes and smile focusing on his charges inside the ring.
Tonight
I am the drug you can't deny!
Tonight
G.A.B.E. gonnna get you high!
My light is electric![/align]
Both men wait in the ring as their poppy rock theme fades out, Steve folding his arms and cracking his neck as Felix continues to work the crowd, shaking the ropes and dancing back and forth.
I am the drug you can't deny!
Tonight
G.A.B.E. gonnna get you high!
My light is electric![/align]
Both men wait in the ring as their poppy rock theme fades out, Steve folding his arms and cracking his neck as Felix continues to work the crowd, shaking the ropes and dancing back and forth.
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah [/align]
CM: There is some thing seriously wrong with these two.
JH: A lack of morals, honor, manners, a laundry list of other things?
CL: Doesnt help they have a sheep fucker in their corner.
My light is electric, yeah!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah [/align]
CM: There is some thing seriously wrong with these two.
JH: A lack of morals, honor, manners, a laundry list of other things?
CL: Doesnt help they have a sheep fucker in their corner.
DING DING DING~!!![/align]
Right out the gate Prime comes swinging with fists that connect to the face of and send the Fierce One reeling further and further back! Clarke stays near the situation to make certain every thing is legal yet a safe distance from it as the behemoth pounds the face of Arroyo without any remorse! A mild hiccup in this momentum comes when Felix stabs the Evolution of Excellence in the left eye with his thumb and temporarily blinds him because of it. The actual method only seems to enrage the goliath further and he head butts the one half of Hardcore Sex and whips the Reject into the ropes with ease!
JH: Prime is on fire tonight!
CL: If that poke did any damage to his eye I suggest he starts wearing a eye patch, be the only way Prime could become more fucking-tastic.
CM: Sure, if youre a dork
Bouncing off of the ropes and running back towards the Evolution of Excellence the tag champions path is derailed when his aforementioned foe throws up his leg. FIWs Adonis huge foot meets the face of Felix and splats him against the canvas in a heap to a polite applause from the fans. Just as hes about to bend over to pick up his victim the Fierce One scurries over to his corner and finds salivation in the form of a tag from his partner! Steve hops over the top rope into the ring and Onikage shakes his head in disappointment at Arroyo who sits on the apron and tries to recover.
CL: The Shotgun and one idiot exits for another to enter!
CM: Maybe hell commit suicide and spare us?
JH: Im not sure how wise it was on Primes part to let Felix tag out, I wouldve been more driven to ensure I prevented that personally.
Even Patterson is aware of the apparent size difference between the two of them and at the signaling of a hand gesture to from the behemoth, he zips at him! Soaring through the air and looking for a plancha the Emo Kid instead gets Prime ducking and tossing him up over his head! Well into the seven feet range Steve flies then crashes into a face plant on the mat in a heap and manages to pull himself back together in a dazed and feeble state. Unfortunately for the champion when he does get back up to his feet he is met there with a lariat from the Evolution of Excellence that sends him spinning through the air!
CM: Kiss Th nuts to you, you went soft Prime, like Ill finish that.
JH: Then I will! Kiss This!
CL: Youre such a mark.
A confident smirk appears on the lips of the goliath and he snatches a handful of the tag champions hair, and yanks him right up onto his feet with one hand! Carefully he positions his one hand against Pattersons chest and the other on the lower end of his midsection then starts lifting him up! Only problem comes when the Reject kicks his much larger opponent low and it sends him into convulsions that make him drop the aforementioned Reject. Tony who saw it scolds the Emo Kid who shrugs him off and gets the kinks out of his neck while hes got a chance to be away from the onslaught of FIWs Adonis.
JH: More cheap trickery from the champions!
CL: Kicking Prime in the balls? I wouldnt say that was the wisest move for a long and healthy career once he recovers.
CM: Maybe not but it was fun to watch.
Patiently waiting now, the one half of Hardcore Sex crouches and looks ready to coil when Prime gets to his feet, currently he is stirring already. Biting down on his lower lip and despite his hands instinctive nature to grab the tender region the behemoth forces his body to get back up onto its feet. FIWs Adonis turns around just in time to see Steve coming at him for a spear and narrowly avoids it; rather he snatches him up in mid-run! In one fluid motion the Evolution of Excellence heaves the smaller man away from his side and up into the air, and finally brings him down in a vicious neckbreaker!
CL: The Impact Play!
CM: Violence against freaks is also fun to watch.
JH: We get it, you dont like any one in this match aside from Kennedy.
With the assistance of the middle rope one of the largest men in FIW actually kips back up to his feet and even with the help gets an impressed applause from the fans! He marches over to his teams corner and slaps hands with his quasi-lover to tag her in, and she instead of entering the ring scales up the buckle! She sits on top of it like a perched eagle and slowly the Emo Kid starts to stir and despite Onikages & Felixs warnings he turns around in a dazed stumble. Before he knows what happens every thing goes black from the front of Kennedys pants meeting his face, and then she flawlessly performs a hurricanrana to applause from the crowd!
CM: Hurricanra-
JH: No! HurraKennedy!
CL: Not a jacked up massive monster of a man but shell do fucks sake, that sounded a lot ore gay than it did in my head.
In a heap Steve twitches and spasms occur, and though she tries to reach out to stop him Steve rolls away from FIWs Leading Lady and over to his corner. A tag is made and Felix is back into the ring with uncertainty on his features when Kennedy gets to her feet with a look of determination. FIWs Morning Star shouts at Arroyo to do some thing as he shuffles around the ring opposite to the woman that he claims is his idol in professional wrestling. They begin to near each other and the Fierce One closes his eyes, and charges at her with a puny limp slap across the chest that gets a confused grunt from the fans!
JH: What was that?
CL: I think he mightve been trying to cop a feel or maybe hit her Im not too sure.
CM: Cop a feel?! Yes! Felixs joining the Jedi again!
The two in the ring even stare down at where he hit her at, Felix in worry that it mightve actually done some thing and that his comrades might be angry. While Kennedy just stares down with a raised eyebrow and seems to be trying to decide whether that was meant to be offensive or a confession that hes really a perverse straight man. In the end she opts on the first one and rears back her head to deliver a back handed chop that echoes through out the building to Ooos and Aaaahs from the fans. Stumbling backwards as he clutches his chest and groans, Arroyo tries to plead his case only to get another chop across his chest for his efforts!
CL: See fans? She does this to each and every one of you that bother her in public. So next time you see her getting a coffee at Starbucks shut the fuck up and leave her to drinking it.
CM: Darn straight, Ive seen her kick a fans head off before!
JH: Thats not true at all! If any thing Kennedy has always been nice to her fans and the fans of FIW in general! You two should be ashamed of yourselves!
Valiantly that may border on stupidly the tag champion continues to try and plea his case without creating any distance between the Premier Hellcat and him. A third chop is all he gets and sends him up onto his tippy toes, and making his entire body shiver as he winces and groans from the shots. Two more chops one after another sting the chest of the Hardcore Sex member and then FIWs Leading Lady hastily whips him towards the ropes! Only for the first quasi-offensive maneuver Felixs pulled against her when he reverses the whip and sends her over into the ropes instead of himself!
CM: Finally he grew some balls!
JH: After getting whipped the way he has I wouldnt expect any male to refuse to take any action.
CL: I know of a few, mostly because they are into that kind of shit.
Second thoughts appear to be entering Felixs head while the Pink Ranger hits the ropes and bounces off of them, and comes charging back to him. Hesitation is his down fall because in mid-run FIWs Leading Lady takes to the air and within a matter of moments is on the Fierce Ones shoulders. Much like his fellow tag champion minutes ago, Arroyo gets the treat of being a victim of a hurricanrana that gets more applause from the fans as it did before! The Reject tumbles in a heap and tries to wipe his face off, sputtering and looking he just touched some thing nasty that he wasnt supposed to.
JH: HurraKennedy again! This duo is cleaning house!
CL: Crotch face, a homosexuals kryptonite.
CM: Those jerks are lucky, lucky men.
On his knees the tag champion shuffles over to his corner and embraces his partner through the ropes who does like wise for him. The crowd jeers as Patterson consoles his fellow Reject and lets him wipe his face on the pant leg of his tights & Onikage shakes his head at the whole affair. Eventually the consoling ends and Felix looks confident again, and gets to his feet and taunts that hes ready this time for the encounter with his idol. Sadly for him immediately when he turns around a foot drives itself into his temple and he crumbles to the canvas in a lifeless blob to more applause from the fans!
CL: JFK! The one that doesnt involve a grassy hill!
CM: That was purely speculation, Conse, purely!
JH: Well heres a discussion I never expected out of you two
Dropping down to a knee the Premier Hellcat drags the limp body of Felix a little further away from and with good reason as Steve and Onikage are talking. As it looks like they are hatching a plan out of nowhere the tag champion is pulled off of the apron and goes face first onto it with a splat! Likewise a shadowy figure strikes the Messiah of the Mind on the back of the head with a lightning fast heel kick that sends him down to the floor in a mess. Kennedy looks over to see the one man is wearing a ski mask and the other that assaulted Onikage is in full on ninja attire.
CM: What is this?!
JH: I think I know
CL: Yeah, I can guess too and if it is, this is awesome!
Dramatically the ski mask comes off and the attacker takes out a comb to fix his quiff after being in that mask while the other man pulls down his scarf. The cold smirking face of Daisuke Tanaka stares back at Kennedy as Blond seems distracted with getting his hair just right at the moment. With a simple tap on his henchmans chest the Cajun follows his boss to the back, seemingly having done what they came here to do tonight. FIWs Leading Lady ignores it and wraps her arms around the still conscious tag champion and locks in the rear naked choke!
JH: The Tanaka Zaibatsu have involved themselves in this match! How far can this war between Hardcore Sex and the Zaibatsu go?!
CL: I love Daisuke.
CM: Yes! The Tanaka Zaibatsu redeem this match outside of Kennedy! Though no Kennedy not a yawn .submission
Wrenching back on it she grits her teeth and tightens the hold further, and Tony drops down to a knee before them to make sure every things still legal. His arms and legs flail about and the Fierce One hits such high notes that they should be unnatural and impossible for any normal male. Steve starts to stir on the outside and climbs up to his feet using the apron though a quick rush across the ring & a baseball slide dropkick from Prime ends that! Arroyo whimpers and feebly continues to try, and plea with his idol though life is being sapped from him with every moment hes in the hold and he taps!
CL: Youve got to be fucking kidding me
CM: Thank goodness! Its over!
JH: We have new champions! We have new champions!
MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winners of the match by submission and the NEW and the twenty seventh Full Intensity Wrestling Tag Team Champions of the World KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEDYYYYYYYY~!!! AND~! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!!
CM: Oh, Kennedy won a belt? Cool.
JH: The Rejects have taken a blow here tonight with this loss! Could we see a repeat of this at Nensai Senjou or if he survives that, Anarchy in the U.K.?!
CL: Who said Kennedy was facing Kiyoshi at Nensai Senjou?
Up Here blasts over the sound system and FIWs Leading Lady releases her hold on the Reject, and pushes him off of her and away from her. She slips up onto her knees just as the Evolution of Excellence turns around in shock from the announcement he heard over the sound system. His manager looks less than thrilled about it and especially when Prime races over, and looks ready to give his team mate a big hug on their victory when he spots some thing. With a cocked eyebrow he bends over and picks up some thing that looks like it fell out of the back pocket of Kennedy when she locked in the submission.
JH: What on earth? A note?
CL: Yeah, I noticed it fell out of Kennedys pants but didnt think it was that important.
CM: Looks important to the big softie though.
Bizarrely the Premier Hellcat looks just as puzzled as every one else and the behemoth opens it, and then looks back at his team mate. He tries to question her about it when she gets to her feet though she seems to be trying to tell him she doesnt know what it is or any thing about it. Annoyed, he shoves it into her hands to reveal that its bent and the front reads Kennedy and when she opens it all that can be seen is an odd tribal symbol. FIWs Leading Lady stares at the symbol in confusion as Prime continues to accuse her and the referee places the world tag team championships over one of their shoulders.
CL: Wait! Buzz the camera man and tell him to get another shot of that symbol! I want to see what it is damn it!
CM: Thats right Prime, shes two timing you with some weirdo, now go cry about it and write a MySpace blog.
JH: I think youre confusing two of the wrestlers that were in this match, Chip. And, I dont know what to think about this! I couldnt tell what that logo or symbol or whatever was! We have new champions though it looks like there may be more tension between them than before!
CL: Fuck, some times this place has so much drama youd think it was a high school or some shit. Any ways, were all outta time, for Chip and Hitchen, Im Constance, well see you next week You wouldnt FUCKING DARE miss it!
Right out the gate Prime comes swinging with fists that connect to the face of and send the Fierce One reeling further and further back! Clarke stays near the situation to make certain every thing is legal yet a safe distance from it as the behemoth pounds the face of Arroyo without any remorse! A mild hiccup in this momentum comes when Felix stabs the Evolution of Excellence in the left eye with his thumb and temporarily blinds him because of it. The actual method only seems to enrage the goliath further and he head butts the one half of Hardcore Sex and whips the Reject into the ropes with ease!
JH: Prime is on fire tonight!
CL: If that poke did any damage to his eye I suggest he starts wearing a eye patch, be the only way Prime could become more fucking-tastic.
CM: Sure, if youre a dork
Bouncing off of the ropes and running back towards the Evolution of Excellence the tag champions path is derailed when his aforementioned foe throws up his leg. FIWs Adonis huge foot meets the face of Felix and splats him against the canvas in a heap to a polite applause from the fans. Just as hes about to bend over to pick up his victim the Fierce One scurries over to his corner and finds salivation in the form of a tag from his partner! Steve hops over the top rope into the ring and Onikage shakes his head in disappointment at Arroyo who sits on the apron and tries to recover.
CL: The Shotgun and one idiot exits for another to enter!
CM: Maybe hell commit suicide and spare us?
JH: Im not sure how wise it was on Primes part to let Felix tag out, I wouldve been more driven to ensure I prevented that personally.
Even Patterson is aware of the apparent size difference between the two of them and at the signaling of a hand gesture to from the behemoth, he zips at him! Soaring through the air and looking for a plancha the Emo Kid instead gets Prime ducking and tossing him up over his head! Well into the seven feet range Steve flies then crashes into a face plant on the mat in a heap and manages to pull himself back together in a dazed and feeble state. Unfortunately for the champion when he does get back up to his feet he is met there with a lariat from the Evolution of Excellence that sends him spinning through the air!
CM: Kiss Th nuts to you, you went soft Prime, like Ill finish that.
JH: Then I will! Kiss This!
CL: Youre such a mark.
A confident smirk appears on the lips of the goliath and he snatches a handful of the tag champions hair, and yanks him right up onto his feet with one hand! Carefully he positions his one hand against Pattersons chest and the other on the lower end of his midsection then starts lifting him up! Only problem comes when the Reject kicks his much larger opponent low and it sends him into convulsions that make him drop the aforementioned Reject. Tony who saw it scolds the Emo Kid who shrugs him off and gets the kinks out of his neck while hes got a chance to be away from the onslaught of FIWs Adonis.
JH: More cheap trickery from the champions!
CL: Kicking Prime in the balls? I wouldnt say that was the wisest move for a long and healthy career once he recovers.
CM: Maybe not but it was fun to watch.
Patiently waiting now, the one half of Hardcore Sex crouches and looks ready to coil when Prime gets to his feet, currently he is stirring already. Biting down on his lower lip and despite his hands instinctive nature to grab the tender region the behemoth forces his body to get back up onto its feet. FIWs Adonis turns around just in time to see Steve coming at him for a spear and narrowly avoids it; rather he snatches him up in mid-run! In one fluid motion the Evolution of Excellence heaves the smaller man away from his side and up into the air, and finally brings him down in a vicious neckbreaker!
CL: The Impact Play!
CM: Violence against freaks is also fun to watch.
JH: We get it, you dont like any one in this match aside from Kennedy.
With the assistance of the middle rope one of the largest men in FIW actually kips back up to his feet and even with the help gets an impressed applause from the fans! He marches over to his teams corner and slaps hands with his quasi-lover to tag her in, and she instead of entering the ring scales up the buckle! She sits on top of it like a perched eagle and slowly the Emo Kid starts to stir and despite Onikages & Felixs warnings he turns around in a dazed stumble. Before he knows what happens every thing goes black from the front of Kennedys pants meeting his face, and then she flawlessly performs a hurricanrana to applause from the crowd!
CM: Hurricanra-
JH: No! HurraKennedy!
CL: Not a jacked up massive monster of a man but shell do fucks sake, that sounded a lot ore gay than it did in my head.
In a heap Steve twitches and spasms occur, and though she tries to reach out to stop him Steve rolls away from FIWs Leading Lady and over to his corner. A tag is made and Felix is back into the ring with uncertainty on his features when Kennedy gets to her feet with a look of determination. FIWs Morning Star shouts at Arroyo to do some thing as he shuffles around the ring opposite to the woman that he claims is his idol in professional wrestling. They begin to near each other and the Fierce One closes his eyes, and charges at her with a puny limp slap across the chest that gets a confused grunt from the fans!
JH: What was that?
CL: I think he mightve been trying to cop a feel or maybe hit her Im not too sure.
CM: Cop a feel?! Yes! Felixs joining the Jedi again!
The two in the ring even stare down at where he hit her at, Felix in worry that it mightve actually done some thing and that his comrades might be angry. While Kennedy just stares down with a raised eyebrow and seems to be trying to decide whether that was meant to be offensive or a confession that hes really a perverse straight man. In the end she opts on the first one and rears back her head to deliver a back handed chop that echoes through out the building to Ooos and Aaaahs from the fans. Stumbling backwards as he clutches his chest and groans, Arroyo tries to plead his case only to get another chop across his chest for his efforts!
CL: See fans? She does this to each and every one of you that bother her in public. So next time you see her getting a coffee at Starbucks shut the fuck up and leave her to drinking it.
CM: Darn straight, Ive seen her kick a fans head off before!
JH: Thats not true at all! If any thing Kennedy has always been nice to her fans and the fans of FIW in general! You two should be ashamed of yourselves!
Valiantly that may border on stupidly the tag champion continues to try and plea his case without creating any distance between the Premier Hellcat and him. A third chop is all he gets and sends him up onto his tippy toes, and making his entire body shiver as he winces and groans from the shots. Two more chops one after another sting the chest of the Hardcore Sex member and then FIWs Leading Lady hastily whips him towards the ropes! Only for the first quasi-offensive maneuver Felixs pulled against her when he reverses the whip and sends her over into the ropes instead of himself!
CM: Finally he grew some balls!
JH: After getting whipped the way he has I wouldnt expect any male to refuse to take any action.
CL: I know of a few, mostly because they are into that kind of shit.
Second thoughts appear to be entering Felixs head while the Pink Ranger hits the ropes and bounces off of them, and comes charging back to him. Hesitation is his down fall because in mid-run FIWs Leading Lady takes to the air and within a matter of moments is on the Fierce Ones shoulders. Much like his fellow tag champion minutes ago, Arroyo gets the treat of being a victim of a hurricanrana that gets more applause from the fans as it did before! The Reject tumbles in a heap and tries to wipe his face off, sputtering and looking he just touched some thing nasty that he wasnt supposed to.
JH: HurraKennedy again! This duo is cleaning house!
CL: Crotch face, a homosexuals kryptonite.
CM: Those jerks are lucky, lucky men.
On his knees the tag champion shuffles over to his corner and embraces his partner through the ropes who does like wise for him. The crowd jeers as Patterson consoles his fellow Reject and lets him wipe his face on the pant leg of his tights & Onikage shakes his head at the whole affair. Eventually the consoling ends and Felix looks confident again, and gets to his feet and taunts that hes ready this time for the encounter with his idol. Sadly for him immediately when he turns around a foot drives itself into his temple and he crumbles to the canvas in a lifeless blob to more applause from the fans!
CL: JFK! The one that doesnt involve a grassy hill!
CM: That was purely speculation, Conse, purely!
JH: Well heres a discussion I never expected out of you two
Dropping down to a knee the Premier Hellcat drags the limp body of Felix a little further away from and with good reason as Steve and Onikage are talking. As it looks like they are hatching a plan out of nowhere the tag champion is pulled off of the apron and goes face first onto it with a splat! Likewise a shadowy figure strikes the Messiah of the Mind on the back of the head with a lightning fast heel kick that sends him down to the floor in a mess. Kennedy looks over to see the one man is wearing a ski mask and the other that assaulted Onikage is in full on ninja attire.
CM: What is this?!
JH: I think I know
CL: Yeah, I can guess too and if it is, this is awesome!
Dramatically the ski mask comes off and the attacker takes out a comb to fix his quiff after being in that mask while the other man pulls down his scarf. The cold smirking face of Daisuke Tanaka stares back at Kennedy as Blond seems distracted with getting his hair just right at the moment. With a simple tap on his henchmans chest the Cajun follows his boss to the back, seemingly having done what they came here to do tonight. FIWs Leading Lady ignores it and wraps her arms around the still conscious tag champion and locks in the rear naked choke!
JH: The Tanaka Zaibatsu have involved themselves in this match! How far can this war between Hardcore Sex and the Zaibatsu go?!
CL: I love Daisuke.
CM: Yes! The Tanaka Zaibatsu redeem this match outside of Kennedy! Though no Kennedy not a yawn .submission
Wrenching back on it she grits her teeth and tightens the hold further, and Tony drops down to a knee before them to make sure every things still legal. His arms and legs flail about and the Fierce One hits such high notes that they should be unnatural and impossible for any normal male. Steve starts to stir on the outside and climbs up to his feet using the apron though a quick rush across the ring & a baseball slide dropkick from Prime ends that! Arroyo whimpers and feebly continues to try, and plea with his idol though life is being sapped from him with every moment hes in the hold and he taps!
CL: Youve got to be fucking kidding me
CM: Thank goodness! Its over!
JH: We have new champions! We have new champions!
MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winners of the match by submission and the NEW and the twenty seventh Full Intensity Wrestling Tag Team Champions of the World KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEDYYYYYYYY~!!! AND~! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!!
CM: Oh, Kennedy won a belt? Cool.
JH: The Rejects have taken a blow here tonight with this loss! Could we see a repeat of this at Nensai Senjou or if he survives that, Anarchy in the U.K.?!
CL: Who said Kennedy was facing Kiyoshi at Nensai Senjou?
Up Here blasts over the sound system and FIWs Leading Lady releases her hold on the Reject, and pushes him off of her and away from her. She slips up onto her knees just as the Evolution of Excellence turns around in shock from the announcement he heard over the sound system. His manager looks less than thrilled about it and especially when Prime races over, and looks ready to give his team mate a big hug on their victory when he spots some thing. With a cocked eyebrow he bends over and picks up some thing that looks like it fell out of the back pocket of Kennedy when she locked in the submission.
JH: What on earth? A note?
CL: Yeah, I noticed it fell out of Kennedys pants but didnt think it was that important.
CM: Looks important to the big softie though.
Bizarrely the Premier Hellcat looks just as puzzled as every one else and the behemoth opens it, and then looks back at his team mate. He tries to question her about it when she gets to her feet though she seems to be trying to tell him she doesnt know what it is or any thing about it. Annoyed, he shoves it into her hands to reveal that its bent and the front reads Kennedy and when she opens it all that can be seen is an odd tribal symbol. FIWs Leading Lady stares at the symbol in confusion as Prime continues to accuse her and the referee places the world tag team championships over one of their shoulders.
CL: Wait! Buzz the camera man and tell him to get another shot of that symbol! I want to see what it is damn it!
CM: Thats right Prime, shes two timing you with some weirdo, now go cry about it and write a MySpace blog.
JH: I think youre confusing two of the wrestlers that were in this match, Chip. And, I dont know what to think about this! I couldnt tell what that logo or symbol or whatever was! We have new champions though it looks like there may be more tension between them than before!
CL: Fuck, some times this place has so much drama youd think it was a high school or some shit. Any ways, were all outta time, for Chip and Hitchen, Im Constance, well see you next week You wouldnt FUCKING DARE miss it!