Hey, sorry it's not the whole thing, I'm gonna be unavailable to write tomorrow, and I started too late tonight. Normally I could write until 4AM, but I'm beat. Been getting up early. I would have liked to include the Fight Club match in this, but luckily it's not all my laziness... I also forgot some important angle shit so I can't finish the card until I talk to a couple people anyway! Hehehe. Hope you like the "extended summary" format. We may or may not use it regular like, with some matches going full play by play or super-extended summary as I and my potential writers choose. ENJOY!
[Lockeroom.. accompanied by blackness. A single voice can be heard, practically a whisper, through the thick silence.]
Woman: And through the billows of smoke, the clouds that rise, the cloud of reason is quickest to demise.
[We hear a soft sound.. the sound of a match meeting flint. As quickly as the sound is heard, the match flickers to life. The orange and red edge bouncing around randomly through the slender fingers that holds it tightly. The light dances softly across the screen, cutting through the interminal black abyss before finding the candle wick and sparking a well placed candle to life. The environment erupts in soft orange lighting, revealing a masked figure. The voice continues to whisper as two slender hands rest on the shoulders of the stoic masked figure from behind.]
Woman: Oh Amai.. my love.. how we've waited so long for this day.
[The figure is perched in the center of the frame, the camera held tightly on the simple table with a single candle nestled squarely in the middle. The stoic masked figure hides beneath a white wrestling mask. His black eyes peer out, never looking at the figure behind, simply staring at the dancing light before him. The surface of the mask covered in small speckles of crimson that seem to "ooze" down from the crown.]
I know how important this has been to you. To be able to finally step back through those ropes you've longed for as the days have rolled past.
[The slender right hand of the mystery woman wraps around the figure, her index finger caressing the jawline of the mask.]
To lose such a novelity.. such a treasure.. is to lose one's self. And make no mistake about it, my love.. you _have_ lost yourself. _We_ have lost ourselves.
[The woman leans slightly down, her lips leaning closely into the side of the masked figure's head. The masked man leans in, gently placing his cheek to hers. She whispers.]
But fear not, my love.. like a child lost in the terrors of the night..
[The woman pulls her head up slowly out of the frame, her right arm resuming the soft caress it left behind moments earlier.]
As sure as you are Amai Hitan.. as sure as the truth rings loudly that you _are_ The Kyoto Nightmare. As sure as the cold vice of the reality _we_ create.
As sure as my love for you.
Make no qualms.. we _are_ to be found, saved, renewed.. _reborn_.
[The woman continues to caress the face of the beast. The monster hidden within the mask. His eyes turned down, towards the flame, leaning into every delicate touch she graces him with.]
But first.. you _must_ unleash the man you truly are. The man you've always been. The Monster. The Murderer. The vilified. The _Nightmare_. You must unleash _him_ on the world as you bury it in the flames of your whim. The creature you truly are.. the creature we _all_ are. Buried in the nameless black of a name..
_Be_ The Kyoto Nightmare.
[The woman leans in again, nestling up against the side of his mask affectionately.]
It's time to bring him back, my love.
I _miss_ him so.
[The woman's arms drape themselves around the large upper torso of Amai Hitan. The Kyoto Nightmare. She hugs him tightly as she continues to speak.]
Oh.. just thinking about it makes me so happy. Thinking about the last visages of this farce finally coming to an end. _Finally_ returning to what we once were. The family we _deserve_ to be. Husband and wife returning to glory. Amai Hitan and Migoto Houshu.. atop the world again. Doesn't it sound wonderful honey? Doesn't it sound _perfect_?
[The eyes of The Kyoto Nightmare close as he soaks in the web his wife has just spun. His right arm climbs out of the abyss into the path of the candlelight, his hand clamping down around the hugging arm of Houshu tenderly as he squeezes in acknowledgement.]
MH: So starting tonight.. here in PJG.. let us remind the world of who you really are. No matter how little of you they may remember, _remind_ them of the Monster that lies within. Let it linger in their mind. Let them question their very own memories as they try to pinpoint exactly where they remember you from.
Unleash the hunger that burns within.
Let them all see it.
Let them all _feel_ it.
Let them suffocate in it.
[Migoto leans into Amai, for the first time her beautiful face flickering off the candlelight as she turns her head towards the mask, her lips barely touching it's surface.]
Then come back to me, my love.
Because our work has just begun.
[A pool of water. A familiar guitar lick, takes on a darkly sinister glint with the addition of a rapid fire drum beat.]
"I see a red door and I want it painted black!
No colors anymore I want them to turn black!
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue!
I could not foresee this thing happening to you!"
[The screaming, wrenching vocals cause the water to ripple and shake! Blood red begins spreading from the center and out... And then black until the water is like ink!]
"I look inside myself and see my heart is black!
No colors anymore I want them to turn black!
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue!
I could not foresee this thing happening to you!"
[The shot holds on the inky substance for longer than you'd expect and then cuts a long pan of a beach from a speeding car. As it goes, each car parked along the road changes from whatever color it was to black.]
"I look inside myself and see my heart is black!
I see a red door and I want it painted black!
I see my red door and it has been painted black!"
[A shadow races along, as if behind the car, devouring the serene beach.]
"I see a red door and I want it painted black!
No colors anymore I want them painted black!
Like a new born baby it just happens evry day!
I see my red door and it has been painted black!"
[The music slowly comes to a close.]
CA: Welcome to Bloody Paradise! This is episode 13! We've been told that Suzie Machina hasn't yet arrived, but will be here later, so we're going to give you two seperate Running Man title matches!
TM: Hell yes! Two at once was gonna be a crazy ass clusterfuck, but now we can see more of the carnage up close! More of the blood!
CA: Well, let's go to the cameras positioned inside the mansion, where the Suicide Soldier Running Man match is set to take place!
[Ronan Benedict and Rally Jackson stand by the front foor of Timothy Jeter's mansion. With them is referee Jonesy Sawyer. There's the sound of a bell and the doors are thrown open! Rally makes a break for it, but Rally grabs him and spins him around! He throws furious fists his way and the champ staggers back into the entry hall! Ronan follows him in and picks up a vase full of flowers off a table. He smashes it over Rally's head and drives a knee into his gut before slamming his head into a mirror!
Ronan leaves Rally lying and enters the living room. As he does he's blindsided by...
CA: The first of the stalkers is Clayton Priest! He has Ronan and tosses him over the couch!
[Rally Jackson looks in from the hall and sees Clayton. He decides to wait it out and so Priest wastes no time attacking Ronan. He grabs his arm and begins twisting it up like a pretzel! Ronan grabs a glass candy dish with his other arm and smashes it on Clayton's head. Clayton holds on as tight as he can, but his grip is loosened enough that Ronan slides out! Priest grabs him around the neck and chokes him! Rally decides to pass through now, but Ronan drives Clayton backwards and smashes Rally into a wall! Causing a large hole in the drywall]
CA: The property damage is all ready getting out of hand!
[Ronan elbows Clayton to break free and stumbles out of the living room. And out of Clayton's zone! Rally isn't so lucky and Priest cracks him with a BRUTAL knife edge chop. He head butts the Suicide Soldier champ and then sweeps his legs out from under him before locking him in an armbar! Ronan grins and heads up a set of stairs!
The camera follows Ronan up and he enters a game room. A pool table, some stand up arcade machines and a pinball game. Sitting in a large recliner with a beer is Grandpa Jim Burns.]
BURNS: Hey you little maggot!
[Ronan growls and charges him and catches a pool cue across the face as Michael Kane pops up from behind the pool table! Burns cackles and drinks his beer. Kane smashes the pool cue down on him again and then pulls him up and across the pool table. He jumps up and picks Ronan up.]
[They land right on the freshly wracked pool balls! They careen across the table, a couple sinking into pockets! Kane nearly falls off the table and takes a second let his tail bone recover before he stands and positions Ronan's jaw across the edge of the table.... He then drops down with leg drop!]
BURNS: That's right! You kill that piece of shit!
[Kane snaps off a European uppercut that causes Ronan to flop around on the table sending balls flying again. Kane peels him off the table and walks him to the stairs! He makes to throw him down, but Ronan grabs the banister and holds on! He headbutts Kane! He spins around behind him, gripping him with a reverse waist lock! GERMAN SUPLEX! Jim Burns spills his beer as he jumps up in shock! Ronan is to his feet instantly and blocks a punch from Burns! He kicks the old man back into the chair and pulls Kane up! He drives Kane's head into Burn's stomach and grabs the pool cue up! He smacks it across Michael's back as he lays on his grandfather's lap and drives him into the old man's midsection again!
Behind Ronan up the stairs comes Rally Jackson, he's holding his arm as if it hurts and he kneels behind Ronan, rearing back with the good arm...]
CA: And... He delivers... An... ASS PUNCH... Yes. Really.
[Ronan spins and tries to crack Jackson with the pool cue, but Jackson ducks and pops to his feet impressively before hitting a sick left high kick that knocks Ronan to one knee! Rally then hits a brutal soccer kick!
Rally decides to move on, thinking Ronan is out cold, but Benedict is merely stunned and begins to get up only a moment after Rally turns his back on him. Ronan gets up and follows Jackson. They go into the next room and it's seemingly empty. Jackson looks behind him and sees Ronan and curses, he begins to run and Ronan does too! They clear two non-descript rooms before Ronan catches up and grabs Rally, he nails him with a right cross! Benedict than hooks Rally up for a brainbuster! But Jackson slips over his back and shoves him into the wall! Rally begins to run again and finds himself in a kitchen. Sitting on the counter, can of Blue Demon energy drink is "BARBED WIRE" KEN!]
CA: Former Suicide Soldier champion, Ken waves at Rally Jackson and... Is he just gonna let him pass on through!?
TJ: Maybe he likes Rally.
CA: I doubt that highly!
[But Jackson is allowed to go unmolested...
Until he crosses into the next room and MICKEY-O SUPER KICKS HIM! Ken hops down and smashes the can of Blue Demon into Ronan's head as he enters the kitchen. He then throws him head first into the fridge door. He picks up Rally Jackson and sets him into a chair. Then he pulls a drawer out of it's housing, spinning and bashing it into the side of Rally's head! Silverware flies all over the place and Ken grabs a fork off the floor. He tosses it to his Dream Boys partner and grabs himself one! He immediately starts to jab Ronan with it, while Mickey cheats a bit and steps across the threshold to drag Rally into his "zone."]
CA: Mickey-O and Ken each taking one man and going to work with a fork!
TM: The Dream Boys may be making a statement!
[Mickey digs his fork into Jackson's stomach. Biting it to open the wound further. He spits the blood into Rally's face! BWK has Ronan pinned under a kitchen chair and just keeps slowly poking him in the forehead. He laughs. Spins it like you would when eating spaghetti. Only it's in a man's forehead! Ronan grabs his wrist and begins BITING his hand! Ken jumps up and pulls away, screaming in pain, Ronan gets up and grabs the chair. He smashes it across Ken's back! Then he grabs the former Suicide Soldier champion and brings him over to the fridge. He opens the door, puts Ken's head inside and slams it shut then he KICKS it! Ken lays on the kitchen tile convulsing!
Mickey O has moved Rally into a crossface armbar, digging the fork into his forehead as he cranks back on the move. Ronan decides to go out the opposite door from where Mickey O is. He enters a dining room and finds himself facing Dylan Atwater...]
TM: Why is he in full hockey gear?
CA: I guess he thinks he's Subzero. Like in the movie!
[He probably should have forgone the skates, because he goes to take a step towards Ronan and falls over! Ronan shakes his head and walks past him, he stops... Reaches down and picks up the hockey stick Dylan was carrying! He heads across the room and up a set of stairs. He continues on and we get a shot of Ken and Mickey-O both working over Rally Jackson, completely ignoring the zone restriction now!]
CA: The Dream Boys blatently breaking the rules!
[They set Rally up in a camel clutch with Mickey holding him and Ken charges and leaps into the air before hitting a SICK dropkick to his face! Mickey helps Ken up and then head after Ronan!
Ronan meanwhile has found another set of stairs and finds himself in an attic! He looks around and... He sees the gold! It's currently around the waist of the final stalker...
Donovan cracks his neck, forms his fists like the hammers they are and charges! Ronan sets his jaw low and raises his hands in defense! Donovan throws a searching jab and Ronan shoots off a crackling leg kick! Donovan nearly falters, but his rock hard fist busts into Ronan's jaw at nearly the same time! Ronan drives his head foreward and plants it in Donovan's chest! Don grabs him and smashes his own head into Ronan's!
Benedict loses his balance and reaching wildly grabs onto the belt! He falls backwards, pulling O'Reily with him and the begin to tumble down the stairs! Half way down they crash into the Dream Boys! All four fall down the stairs and find themselves in a heap!]
CA: What a pileup!
TM: And there's Rally Jackson!
[Rally stumbles into the scene, holding his head. He sees the belt and reaches down to grab it, and it comes up into his hand...
BUT RONAN HOLDS THE OTHER END!]
CA: It's a tug of war for the title! Who ever wins is the champion!
[Ronan gets up off his knees and throws a kick, but Rally checks it! So instead he yanks on the belt and Rally falls forward! Ronan drives his skull into Rally's chin and Rally is blasted backwards! RONAN HAS THE BELT!]
*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
CA: And Ronan Benedict captures the Suicide Soldier title!
[The opening piano chords of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" slowly crawl over the PA and the crowd in attendance slowly rise from their seats. A delicate angel saunters into the entrance. The Japansese Flower. The Beautiful Jewel. She's clad in a full length white dress with diamond sparkles clinging to the plunging neckline.
Wife of the man who follows closely behind.
The Kyoto Nightmare.
Otherwise known simply as Amai Hitan.]
[HEEL NEWCOMER POP!!!]
TM: What the hell is he doing here? Amai Hitan hasn't be seen in the wrestling world, at least _STATESIDE_ in years.
CA: No clue. We saw him backstage tonight, we saw his wife Migoto Houshu talking with him about reclaiming his family. Reclaiming who he is, but as for what she meant by _any_ of that, I have no fucking clue.
TM: I guess we'll find out in a minute.
[Houshu stands in the entrance with her arms extended out, soaking in the very mixed reaction. Hitan reaches around from behind and clasps his hands together around her waist, squeezing lightly as he hugs her affectionately. Houshu's head turns slightly her lips pressing against the masked cheek of The Kyoto Nightmare. She whispers softly into his ear and Amai relinquishes his embrace, calmly.. methodically.. he stalks his way down to ringside.]
CA: This man, who's standing roughly 6'3 and weighing around two hundred fourty pounds, is a certified _legend_ in Japan.
TM: You could tell his height and weight just by looking at him?
CA: I've seen this guy... er... this _MONSTER_ in action before.
[The Kyoto Nightmare hops in one fell swoop over the top rope and into the ring. His face clad in a white wrestling mask with blood spatters "soaking" it's surface. To match the mask, he is adorn in a sleeveless white t-shirt reading "Kyoto Nightmare" in black cursive and a pair of white wrestling tights. His scarred and ravaged arms are hidden at the elbow by an accompanying set of white elbowpads. He leans down on the second rope and pulls the top rope up, allowing the slender frame of Migoto Houshu to climb into the ring. Along the way she's come into contact with a microphone which she holds to her lips.]
MH: ... Please join me in welcoming... in the United States for the _first time ever_... a man who needs no introduction, but will get the one he deserves anyway... here to _accept_ a position with PJG...
"TTHHEEE KKYYYOOOTTTTOOOO NNNIIGGHHHTTTMMMAARREEEE"
AAAAAAAMMMAAAIIIII HHHIIIIITTTTAANNNNNNN !!!
[The crowd's reaction is largely mixed. Some love him, some hate him, some don't have the luxury of his memory burned into their core. But it all is irrelevant to the couple in the ring. Hitan's masked skull snuggles into the caress of Houshu as she cups his chin affectionately.]
Oh sweet dear. Oh sweet sweet dear, Amai. These people... don't worry about _them_. Don't worry about that.. that.. _lackluster_ welcoming. It's not their fault...
... they're too stupid to see the treasure that is standing in front of them.
[Through the mask, two black eyes stare down at Migoto.. hanging off her every word. The crowd, however, is raining boos down upon her. She continues, talking louder to mask the jeers.]
Because if they _realized_ who.. or _what_ was standing before them. If they could _fathom_ the magnitude of our arrival.. I can assure you, my love, they would be embracing every sweet morsel that I let leave these lips. They'd be _devouring_ every second we let you.. me.. _us_.. stand before them. They'd embrace the greatness that stands before them, the carnage that lays within and they'd live _vicariously_ through our being.
If for just one moment, they'd be able to forge ahead of the tragedy that is their lives, and overcome this self pity that is so thick, it's practically _choking_ me... if they could even _fathom_ the notion of greatness...
... but we can't blame them, Amai.
Because the notion of greatness is something that's been lacking around here since this... this... "home" was opened to the public.
[Houshu releases her delicate grip and begins to circle the beast. Her husband, slowly circling him.]
But we're not here for _them_ anyway.
What we're here for... what we've come to claim... what we rightfully _deserve_ is that crisp little piece of paper, that PJG contract that we flew all the way from Japan to obtain.
So if it's not too much trouble, or if it is, Timothy Jeter...
[Houshu leans against the ropes facing the entrance. Her delicate frame barely moving their tense frame.]
... your presence is required.
[POP! POP! POP!]
TM: Here comes Jeter!
["Just Got Wicked" (Romper Stomper Remix) by Cold flares up over the PA and Timothy Jeter comes slowly walking down the ramp. He russles his dirty blonde hair as we walks slowly down towards the ring. Eventually hitting ringside and climbing in. Entering the ring carefully. Jeter measures The Kyoto Nightmare before stepping between husband and wife, his back to Hitan. Hitan's cold eyes narrow and rest squarely on the back of Jeter. Meanwhile, Houshu turns towards Timothy, a bright smile warming her face.]
MH: Mr. Jeter, on behalf of Amai and myself, I'd like to thank you for taking the time out of your.. *ahem*.. "busy" schedule and meeting with us. I'm sure that running this madhouse and catering to these... these... people can be quite difficult.
And while the _last_ thing we'd _ever_ want to do is ruffle any feathers on our first night here in America, we can't sit back idly and wait another day, week, year. You see, we've waited too long as is. We've _patiently_ sat by the phone and waited for a call. At first it was cute, you being all coy, the nonchalance of the whole thing was quite endearing.
Then days went by.
Then half a year.
[Houshu's smile dissipates as she steps closer to Jeter. Playing with the collar of his shirt.]
You see, _you_ expressed interest in _MY_ Amai quite some time ago. You saw The Kyoto Nightmare first hand in Japan in what I can only remember as _another_ of his glorious victories. And _you_ came to us... practically _begging_ us to bring all that is "The Kyoto Nightmare" to your podunk little American snuff film project.
[Houshu becomes more heated. Her words laced with both sarcasm and disdain.]
And while we are _grateful_ that you _finally_ after _all_ this time extended an invitation for us to come and get an up close look at your little... "organization". We _still_ have no contract in front of us. We _still_ are left to lack.
[She leans into Jeter's face, staring up.]
The indignities presented to us do _not_ fall upon deaf ears, Mr. Jeter. Unlike these people you choose to surround yourself with, _WE_ are _NOT_ fools. And _we_ will not be disrespected any further. So in this ring.. right now... we demand you fulfill your promise and present us with the contract you dangled in front of us so many months ago.
Allow us the _honor_ of showing these fools, both out here...
[Migoto waves her hands around at the audience.]
... and back there ...
[She points with one arm towards the entrance.]
... what a _real_ Nightmare feels like.
[Jeter smirks, looking around at the crowd, who is anything but happy with the presence of our Japanese duo.]
TJ: TJ: Wow, Migoto, I show you the _courtesy_ of inviting you to view another great episode of Bloody Paradise... IN PERSON... and _this_ is the thanks I get? Oh wait, not only are you a rude guest, but I didn't REALLY invite you here tonight. I left you an open invitation way back when to come see a show...
[Jeter looks around at the crowd.]
Jeez, with friends like fucking these...
[The crowd laughs, enraging Houshu. Her eyes dart between Amai Hitan and one Timothy Jeter. Hitan's eyes never leaving her gaze.]
Listen, I've _looovvveee_ to come out here tonight and stroll down memory lane over how I may, or may not have expressed interest in Amai here. And while I'd _loooveee_ to do so. I invited you two as guests. _NOT_ as competitors. Any business matters that may have come up in the past... or dropped in the past. Are exactly that...
... the _past_. I have enough to deal with, now that you've missed the boat.
So, please, let's be fucking civil. Watch some more of this little "snuff film".. as you so poignantly worded it, and leave the business to later. Since, after all, that's not why _they_...
[Jeter motions again to the crowd who roars with approval.]
... are here.
[Houshu doesn't even wait for the "r" in here to leave Jeter's lips before jumping in.]
MH: Oh, Mr. Jeter, we will most _certainly not_ be leaving this ring without that contract that was promised to us.
[Houshu eyes Hitan, who steps closer to Jeter, practically breathing down his neck. An annoyed Timothy wastes little time responding.]
TJ: You know what... you want a response... _fine_.
[Jeter measures his words, a sly smirk crossing his lips.]
You and your husband...
[Almost laughing now as Migoto seems to be of the opinion that she's about to get her way.]
... shouldn't hold your breath looking for work here.
TJ: Because here's how many openings I currently have, Migoto...
[Jeter looks over his shoulder and steps away from Amai, getting face to face with Houshu.]
MH: Now you wait just _one minute_... is that _ANY_ way to talk to a _lady_ such as myself?!
TJ: Such as yourself? Around here the ladies are Talia Wichzini, Myra Benedict and Helga Von Butch!
MH: Mr. Jeter.. with all due respect... we're even leaving this ring with a contract...
[Houshu nods at an the irate eyes that rest underneath the bloodsoaked mask of Amai Hitan. She holds up one hand to calm him momentarily.]
... or you in a body bag. Which would _you_ prefer?
[Jeter looks back at Amai wearily. He then looks back at Houshu. There's a moment of tension. A slight pause that seems to last for eternity. Before the proverbial lightbulb goes off above our fearless leader's head... followed by a big smile.]
TJ: You know what... you want to be a part of PJG? You want to be a part of this little "snuff film"? With these "moron fans"? You've got the _stroke_ to get in here and actually _compete_ with the baddest motherfuckers walking the earth today...?
Well you aren't the _only_ one who's come to me today demanding to be a part of PJG... and I've got a solution that you may not like, but it sure as fuck is going to amuse me, nonetheless.
You've got your little contract.
[Houshu's face flushes as she beams in victory.]
MH: I _knew_ you'd see it our w...
TJ: Not so fast, sweetheart. You see... I'll let you into our little club... but like I said, we have _zero_ openings...
... for singles competitors.
So allow me to introduce you to Amai Hitan's new _TAG TEAM PARTNER_... you may have heard of him before. He came to me earlier looking for work too, and I think I'll oblige all three of you here tonight if for no other reasons than personal amusement and the fact that I kinda don't give a fuck anymore.
[The familiar crackling voice of Malcolm McDowell from "A Clockwork Orange" snuffs the sudden silence as it creeps over the PA.]
"I've witnessed sins of the damned... sins of the damned!"
[The curtains part. Violence, pain, despair, the ravaged body. We see the looming scripture "Ego Commoneo", latin for "I Remember", scrawled across flesh. We pan backwards and...]
TJ: Migoto... Amai... allow me to introduce you to your new partner...
[... The back of a psycho, looming broad and painful, stands at the top of the ramp. "Angel" by Massive Attack throbs over the PA and the crowd lets out a collective bloodcurdling scream, realizing they are viewing the Devil Incarnate himself...]
He hails from _HELL_, Michigan...
[Amai Hitan's eyes widen as he stares towards the end of the ramp. Migoto looking like she's seen a ghost herself as the massive body turns, black wrestling tights, with blood red type reading "Ultraviolence" down each leg, black wrestling boots, a body, scarred and cut, long arms, pale complexion. And the eyes... the eyes of the devil themself appear...]
MH: Wait just one min...
TJ: I will _not_ wait one minute.
[... gaunt eyes, looming back so far in the head, that his eye sockets almost appear hollow. Black eyes, eyes that lack a soul. And a wicked grin that never lets you forget it. His body sways with stealth and calculation... he roams down towards the ring...]
[... the mere mention of the monicker... the mentioning of the name... sends the crowd rioting into sheer chaos. He raises his long slender right arm high above... a tattoo of thorns wraps around his arm from his elbow down to his fingertips, he looks into the ring from the other side of the ropes, glaring at the threesome inside and smiling.]
TJ: GABRIEL THORN!!!
[Migoto's face drops as she stares at the man before her. Amai also looks on, is that a look of recollection peering back from behind the mask? But why? And of what? Any shock that may have come over him left like a wave and he immediately pounces at the back of Timothy Jeter.]
CA: AMAI HITAN ATTACKS JETER FROM BEHIND!
TM: What the fuck!? Thorn shows up and it's like Hitan's seen a _ghost_!
[Hitan reaches his arms around the head of Jeter and clamps down around his throat tightly. His legs quickly leaping up and applying a body scissor to a prone Timothy Jeter who's falling backwards. Amai cinches Jeter in a nasty Rear Naked Choke and rocks back and forth. Meanwhile, Migoto Houshu watches on from mere feet away. Thorn, meanwhile, stares coldly from the other side of the ropes.]
CA: HE'S GOT TIMOTHY JETER IN THE KYOTODOME! HIS INFAMOUS REAR NAKED CHOKE!
TM: I guess that's Jeter's thank you present. Nice guy.
[Jeter writhes in paiin, attempting to struggle free from the vice grip of The Kyoto Nightmare. As he flails... Houshu crouches down over his struggling body.]
MH: See, Mr. Jeter? Is it clear to you now? Do you _finally_ comprehend? As the colors slowly fade to black... will you _finally_ come to grips with what you've done? You have no idea what you've started.
You have no idea who _this_ man is...
[Migoto points at a stoic Thorn, who watches the scene with complete and utter indifference. Coldly.]
... or what he's capable of.
And for you to team my sweet Amai with him...
[Migoto's eyes close, her face fills with dread.]
... sir, you have _no_ idea what you've done.
[And with that, Timothy Jeter is out COLD courtesy of Amai Hitan. Migoto playfully slaps Jeter across his unconscious face.]
But you will soon enough.
[The Kyoto Nightmare pushes Jeter off of him and Timothy slumps over face down in the ring. Amai's eyes immediately dart up into Thorn's. Gabriel, unflinching, meetings his gaze with his own. Neither competitor moving... a very concerned Migoto Houshu looking on in between both men... and we cut away.]
[We now go to the parking lot where an erector set city has been built. Plywood and metal is all the eye can see. Spray paint on the ground in red is the word "TOKYO" Standing on each side is Johnny R. Royle and Chad Grimsson. In the center of the city is referee Jimmy Ching.]
CA: This is gonna be... interesting!
TM: I can just see Royle impaled on that model of the Tokyo tower!
CA: Oh god, so can I.
[The bell rings and Royle and moves forward, climbing up on top of one of the buildings. Chad walks forward and first thing he does is... rip a small skyscraper out of the ground! He hurls it across the small city and knocks Royle off the building he had climbed on! Chad charges through the main avenue and yanks Johnny up by his fauxhawk and slams his face into another building! Johnny fires off a right hand, but Chad doesn't even acknowledge it! He lifts Johnny up and smashes him into the concrete below. Chad grabs hold of a building and brings it crashing down on Johnny before stomping on it! The plywood breaks and the metal bends with a screech!]
CA: What a monster!
[Grimsson pulls Royle out from under the building and lifts him up,...
POP! Johnny drops off behind him and dropkicks him in the back! Chad stumbles over the building he threw over and crashes head first into another, making it topple as well! Johnny scales the building he first climbed and leaps off!]
CA: GUILLOTINE LEGDROP!
[Royle hurts himself all most as badly as he hurts Chad. But still he jumps up and starts kicking the Pit Monster in the ribs, hoping to keep the behemoth down. Chad slowly, but surely, gets to his feet though and Royle tries another drop kick, getting swatted away this time. Chad palms his head and yanks him up! He slams him backwards through a building! Grimsson doesn't let go and instead lifts him up and shoves his head right back down into the remnants and asphalt! Royle is groggy and Chad makes a cover.
TM: I don't know how he got out of that!
[Chad whips Johnny across the set, but Royle stops short of hitting the building he was tossed at. He kicks it and sends the plywood inward. Grabbed the erector set corner he yanks a piece loose and spins catching Grimsson across the chest with the metal strip! He strikes him again aiming for the face, but Chad gets his hands up! Still it opens a gash on his forearm and Royle goes for broke! He whips it across Chad over and over and over and over, the crowd chanting his name! "ROYLE! ROYLE! ROYLE!"
Chad lariats the SHIT out of Johnny! He growls and picks up the strip of metal, he places it across Royle's throat and begins to BEND IT! Choking him with, Chad picks Johnny up and throws him over his head to the ground! Chad grabs the loose plywood where Johnny got the piece of erector set from and bridges it between two buildings. He pulls Royle up and into a standing headscissors!]
CA: Chad Grimsson is a bloody mess and I think it just made him pissed off!
TM: He's like a demon!
[Chad raises Johnny up and...
Powerbombs him through the plywood! Johnny cracks his head on the asphalt and Chad drops into a pinfall again!
Chad jumps to his feet and punts a low lying building across the set like a football. It nearly hits a car as it flies into the parking lot proper! Royle from behind... RACKS CHAD WITH A PIECE OF PLYWOOD! He then wraps up his head and pushes off the Tokyo Tower for a tornado DDT! Royle makes the cover!
CA: Close call!
[Royle wastes no time and begins slamming his fist down into Chad's face while he's still down, these punches actually seem to get through to Chad's brain as he recoils and shoves Johnny away before covering his face. He tries to stand, but his balance is off and Royle rides him through another building with a running, jumping double knee shot to the chest! He tries to cover again, but Chad rolls to his stomach and Johnny can't get him onto his back...
So he grabs his massive arms and lifts him up!]
CA: ROYLE FLUSH!
[Royle hits the curb stomp and realizes... he still can't get the big man over onto his back with Chad fighting it! He settles for pulling him up to his knees and leans him against a building... Then kicks him right in the back of the head! Chad bounces off and lands on his back! Royle with the cover!]
CA: NO! Jimmy says it was only two!
[Royle looks frustrated now and tries to drag Chad over by one particularly tall building. He has to struggle, but keeps Grimsson down with kicks to the head. He finally gets him in position and begins scaling the building. It's slow as it's hard to find places to climb up. He stands on top and stares down. He leaps into the air tucking into a ball!]
TM: OFF A SKYSCRAPER!
CA: ...Yeah, kinda!
CA: HE MISSED!
TM: Chad moved.
CA: ...Okay, yeah.
[Royle is laid out on the asphalt, looking unconscience. Chad pulls Royle up and wraps his hand around Royle's head. He raises high up into the air and SLAMS him into the ground!]
TM: He's definitely out now!
[Chad rips up the tokyo tower model and spins it upside down, he raises it above his head and....
DRIVES IT DOWN INTO ROYLE'S CHEST! It stabs into his chest and Chad puts a boot on his throat!
*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
CA: That's a hell of a win for Chad Grimsson!