Post by AJ Riles on Apr 23, 2008 14:16:30 GMT -5
"Jim Norris, tonight we'll get the chance to see you in action for the first time since Fallout when you lost the number-one contender's match for the MWL World Lightweight Championship to David Hitz. Tonight, you'll be facing Spike Norton, of the Norton Brothers, and also a member of the X. What are your thoughts?" Stevan asked.
"Stevan, the Lightweight Championship is MY title. And, unfortunately, it's been off of my waist for too long, and that just won't do. So Spike, you're the first victim on my journey back to the top of the Lightweight division. And as for you, Scott, I don't care how long, or what it takes, but that title will be back where it belongs. Around my waist, the waist of 'Slim' Jim Norris." Jim spat before he made his exit.
* * *
"Sarah, what's my match for tonight?" Chris asked, as he tried to peek around Sarah's body at the night's match card. Each time that Chris almost got a look, Sarah moved into his way.
"Chris, how many times do I have to tell you? You AREN'T wrestling tonight!" Sarah growled, as she pushed one knuckle into Chris' skull.
"Aah! Hey!" Chris whined as he squirmed away. "Why not?"
"We DO have other wrestlers you know, Chris..." Sarah sighed. "Now then, considering your recent...'streak'...I think you need to do a bit of training before Russian Roulette, so you won't have a match next week, either."
"Can I at least WATCH the show, then..." Chris asked, as Sarah sighed again, and rubbed her temples.
"FINE, you can watch. But you aren't wrestling. Got it?" Sarah demanded.
"Mm-hmm. So, who's wrestling, tonight?" Chris asked.
"Well..." Sarah began.
* * *
"I CAN'T BELIEVE HER!" Catastrophe shouted, as he stormed around the X's locker room. "She took a perfectly good assault and screwed it up!"
"Catastrophe, would you knock that off?" Lino demanded. "It's Allan Martel and Nicholas Hunter, for god's sake! When have they ever tagged together, huh? Come on, now. We BEAT the Ssu-Ling! By pinfall! That makes us the greatest tag team in MWL HISTORY!" Lino laughed, as he held up his MWL World Tag Team Championship belt.
"I don't know, what if she has something up her sleeve? Then what?!" Catastrophe snapped.
"Well, then, we'll just have to use one of OUR tricks then, won't we?" Lino answered, as Catastrophe chewed on his thumbnail. "Heh, and I've got JUST the trick, too..."
"What of she makes it a title match, huh? If you get us disqualified, we'll lose the titles!" Catastrophe snapped, worriedly.
"Oh, calm down! We'll be fine, Catastrophe. We're SYN, the MWL World Tag Team Champions, after all..." Lino smirked.
Match 1: Jim Norris v. Spike Norton
"Ladies and gentlemen, Stevan Corber here, with the two men who, tonight, will do battle with the MWL World Tag Team Champions, please welcome at this time, Nicholas Hunter and Allan Martel!" Stevan announced, as Nicholas and Allan both stepped into view. "Guys, it's been quite the month for the both of you. Nick, you're being given one more chance at the MWL World Heavyweight Championship, but also competing for that title at Russian Roulette is your tag team partner, tonight. Allan Martel, when Redline debuted back in July, did you ever expect to make it to a level where you can compete for this promotion's top prize?"
"Y'know, Stevan, I knew someday I'd be here, ready to challenge for the strap, but I never thought it'd be so soon! But I'm here now, and Yugo, get ready, because you'll be in for the fight of your life!" Allan shouted.
"That's right, champ. Not only do you have Allan Martel to worry about, but I'll be in that match, too. The one that took that title from you once before, and if you aren't careful, I might just do it again." Nick laughed. "But first things first. Lino, Catastrophe, you two might be the MWL World Tag Team Champions, but tonight, you're facing not one, but TWO contenders to the MWL World Heavyweight Championship."
"That's right, and don't expect to be even CLOSE to a hundred percent for Russian Roulette when we're done with you. And do you know why?" Allan began, as Stevan rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. "Because I was BORN for HARDCORE!" Allan shouted, as Nick laughed like a little kid. Allan made his exit, and Nick looked at Stevan, with a grin on his face.
"I LOVE that line!" Nick laughed, before he made his exit.
"Nicholas Hunter and Allan Martel do battle with MWL World Tag Team Champions SYN, NEXT!" Stevan announced.
Match 2: SYN v. Nicholas Hunter & Allan Martel
As Lino and Catastrophe made their way backstage, Nick grabbed a microphone from ringside. Allan looked at him with an eyebrow cocked. "Jimmy, Amy, get out here, and bring some microphones!" Nick commanded. After a few moments, Jim Norris and Amy Kaldahl appeared on the stage, extra microphones in hand. They made their way down to the ring and stepped in. "Alright, Chris Martel, get your butt out here!" Nick continued. After a few moments more, Chris Martel stepped out onto the stage and made his way down. Jim handed him an extra microphone while Amy handed Allan the other. Nick hopped up onto the middle turnbuckle and raised the microphone to his mouth. "Ladies and gentlemen, are you READY?! It's time for FREE RADICAL TV!"
"It's been so long since we've done one of these, what the hell do we talk about?" Jim demanded. Nick paused and thought for a moment.
"Russian Roulette. Word making the rounds backstage is that you're getting a shot at a title other than the Lightweight one." Nick stated.
"Wha--? Are you serious?! Well, hot damn!" Jim grinned, overjoyed at the idea of going after a new title.
"I don't suppose either of you what title it is, eh?" Nick asked. Chris and Allan both shrugged in response. "Alright, well, fat lotta good that did. Chris, what's your prediction for the main event at Russian Roulette? Me, Allan, or Yugo?"
"Allan, of course!" Chris answered.
"Yeah, hard to argue that. Allan's gonna be a tough guy to be out there with..." Nick muttered. "Speaking of which, Allan, any guess as to what the stipulations'll be? I'm hoping for a ladder match, myself."
"Well, a ladder match DOES sound fun, but I'll be pulling for a hardcore match. You know why, Nick?" Allan grinned.
"Is it because you were BORN for HARDCORE?" Nick asked, stifling a laugh.
"You bet that's why!" Allan nodded, while Jim, Chris, and Amy all rolled their eyes.
Main Event: MWL North American Championship - (C) Genbu v. Shane Warner
Michael sat in his office, flipping through some papers, when his head shot up and he let out a loud gasp. "Sarah, I think I've got it!" Michael shouted.
"Got what?" Sarah asked.
"The challengers for the MWL World Tag Team Championship at Russian Roulette..." Michael grinned.
"Stevan, the Lightweight Championship is MY title. And, unfortunately, it's been off of my waist for too long, and that just won't do. So Spike, you're the first victim on my journey back to the top of the Lightweight division. And as for you, Scott, I don't care how long, or what it takes, but that title will be back where it belongs. Around my waist, the waist of 'Slim' Jim Norris." Jim spat before he made his exit.
* * *
"Sarah, what's my match for tonight?" Chris asked, as he tried to peek around Sarah's body at the night's match card. Each time that Chris almost got a look, Sarah moved into his way.
"Chris, how many times do I have to tell you? You AREN'T wrestling tonight!" Sarah growled, as she pushed one knuckle into Chris' skull.
"Aah! Hey!" Chris whined as he squirmed away. "Why not?"
"We DO have other wrestlers you know, Chris..." Sarah sighed. "Now then, considering your recent...'streak'...I think you need to do a bit of training before Russian Roulette, so you won't have a match next week, either."
"Can I at least WATCH the show, then..." Chris asked, as Sarah sighed again, and rubbed her temples.
"FINE, you can watch. But you aren't wrestling. Got it?" Sarah demanded.
"Mm-hmm. So, who's wrestling, tonight?" Chris asked.
"Well..." Sarah began.
* * *
"I CAN'T BELIEVE HER!" Catastrophe shouted, as he stormed around the X's locker room. "She took a perfectly good assault and screwed it up!"
"Catastrophe, would you knock that off?" Lino demanded. "It's Allan Martel and Nicholas Hunter, for god's sake! When have they ever tagged together, huh? Come on, now. We BEAT the Ssu-Ling! By pinfall! That makes us the greatest tag team in MWL HISTORY!" Lino laughed, as he held up his MWL World Tag Team Championship belt.
"I don't know, what if she has something up her sleeve? Then what?!" Catastrophe snapped.
"Well, then, we'll just have to use one of OUR tricks then, won't we?" Lino answered, as Catastrophe chewed on his thumbnail. "Heh, and I've got JUST the trick, too..."
"What of she makes it a title match, huh? If you get us disqualified, we'll lose the titles!" Catastrophe snapped, worriedly.
"Oh, calm down! We'll be fine, Catastrophe. We're SYN, the MWL World Tag Team Champions, after all..." Lino smirked.
Match 1: Jim Norris v. Spike Norton
"Ladies and gentlemen, Stevan Corber here, with the two men who, tonight, will do battle with the MWL World Tag Team Champions, please welcome at this time, Nicholas Hunter and Allan Martel!" Stevan announced, as Nicholas and Allan both stepped into view. "Guys, it's been quite the month for the both of you. Nick, you're being given one more chance at the MWL World Heavyweight Championship, but also competing for that title at Russian Roulette is your tag team partner, tonight. Allan Martel, when Redline debuted back in July, did you ever expect to make it to a level where you can compete for this promotion's top prize?"
"Y'know, Stevan, I knew someday I'd be here, ready to challenge for the strap, but I never thought it'd be so soon! But I'm here now, and Yugo, get ready, because you'll be in for the fight of your life!" Allan shouted.
"That's right, champ. Not only do you have Allan Martel to worry about, but I'll be in that match, too. The one that took that title from you once before, and if you aren't careful, I might just do it again." Nick laughed. "But first things first. Lino, Catastrophe, you two might be the MWL World Tag Team Champions, but tonight, you're facing not one, but TWO contenders to the MWL World Heavyweight Championship."
"That's right, and don't expect to be even CLOSE to a hundred percent for Russian Roulette when we're done with you. And do you know why?" Allan began, as Stevan rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. "Because I was BORN for HARDCORE!" Allan shouted, as Nick laughed like a little kid. Allan made his exit, and Nick looked at Stevan, with a grin on his face.
"I LOVE that line!" Nick laughed, before he made his exit.
"Nicholas Hunter and Allan Martel do battle with MWL World Tag Team Champions SYN, NEXT!" Stevan announced.
Match 2: SYN v. Nicholas Hunter & Allan Martel
As Lino and Catastrophe made their way backstage, Nick grabbed a microphone from ringside. Allan looked at him with an eyebrow cocked. "Jimmy, Amy, get out here, and bring some microphones!" Nick commanded. After a few moments, Jim Norris and Amy Kaldahl appeared on the stage, extra microphones in hand. They made their way down to the ring and stepped in. "Alright, Chris Martel, get your butt out here!" Nick continued. After a few moments more, Chris Martel stepped out onto the stage and made his way down. Jim handed him an extra microphone while Amy handed Allan the other. Nick hopped up onto the middle turnbuckle and raised the microphone to his mouth. "Ladies and gentlemen, are you READY?! It's time for FREE RADICAL TV!"
"It's been so long since we've done one of these, what the hell do we talk about?" Jim demanded. Nick paused and thought for a moment.
"Russian Roulette. Word making the rounds backstage is that you're getting a shot at a title other than the Lightweight one." Nick stated.
"Wha--? Are you serious?! Well, hot damn!" Jim grinned, overjoyed at the idea of going after a new title.
"I don't suppose either of you what title it is, eh?" Nick asked. Chris and Allan both shrugged in response. "Alright, well, fat lotta good that did. Chris, what's your prediction for the main event at Russian Roulette? Me, Allan, or Yugo?"
"Allan, of course!" Chris answered.
"Yeah, hard to argue that. Allan's gonna be a tough guy to be out there with..." Nick muttered. "Speaking of which, Allan, any guess as to what the stipulations'll be? I'm hoping for a ladder match, myself."
"Well, a ladder match DOES sound fun, but I'll be pulling for a hardcore match. You know why, Nick?" Allan grinned.
"Is it because you were BORN for HARDCORE?" Nick asked, stifling a laugh.
"You bet that's why!" Allan nodded, while Jim, Chris, and Amy all rolled their eyes.
Main Event: MWL North American Championship - (C) Genbu v. Shane Warner
Michael sat in his office, flipping through some papers, when his head shot up and he let out a loud gasp. "Sarah, I think I've got it!" Michael shouted.
"Got what?" Sarah asked.
"The challengers for the MWL World Tag Team Championship at Russian Roulette..." Michael grinned.
