Cameras switched to ringside with 'Structural Defect' by Static-X still playing throughout the arena. The lights had already dimmed, and the audience had been engulfed in a rapid vortex of green strobe lights. The green strobes had begun to flicker swiftly before completely cutting off. At exactly one-point-five seconds later, pyrotechnics had shot off from the entranceway. As the fireworks display ended, the lights returned. This brought out Ken Kaze accompanied with his partner in crime, George the trashcan, to an arena full of cheers. Random images of George were visible on the RaveTron which made the pops become even louder. This was another Block B Triple Crown Tournament match that was about to be underway.
The RaveTron then came to life . . . with the words:
�ONE.�
�LETTER.�
�BETTER.�
The crowd reacted negatively towards the screen as �What More Can I Say?� by Jay-Z started up. Out from the back walked Jonathan Conspiracy, minus the International Title, and his valet/wife Sweet Aroma. After missing last week�s show, thanks in part to the interference of Xias at the first Intense show, JCON was looking to cement himself as the favorite in this tournament.
Both men locked eyes in the center of the ring, with both not forgetting about their little run-in backstage prior to the match. The bell sounded, and the mind games were over, as the two locked up.
JCON was the first to get an advantage with a go behind, but Kaze reversed it and took Jonathan up and over with a belly to back suplex. Kaze popped back up to his feet and played to the crowd as Jonathan slammed his fist into the mat, visibly upset that he allowed such a thing to happen. Jonathan charged at Kaze, but Kaze turned just in time to sidestep Conspiracy�s spear attempt, which sent JCON into the ropes, and once he came off the ropes he was met with a spinning heel kick. Conspiracy fell to the mat and massaged his jaw as he sent a cold stare in the direction of Kaze who was pointing and laughing at the younger but more experienced jOlt veteran.
Fed up with the treatment he was receiving from Kaze, Mr. Conspiracy pulled himself to his feet, and locked up again with Ken Kaze. This time Conspiracy dug into his bag of tricks, hunching Kaze over with a knee to the gut and took him to the mat with a DDT. Conspiracy looked to the crowd, but didn�t receive the reaction he was looking for. Instead the crowd booed him, which struck the ire of One Letter Better.
He brought Kaze back up to a vertical base, and took him up and over with a snap suplex. Jonathan brought Kaze back up and went for a vertical suplex, but Kaze somehow went over JCON and landed on his feet behind him. Conspiracy turned around and was met this time with a belly to belly suplex. At this point in the match, the crowd threw their support fully behind Kaze, as he made his way over to the visibly frustrated Attention Getter.
The Kazernator Extremeth had doubled over to assist One Letter Better to a vertical basis. Mr. Conspiracy played possum, however, as he nailed a forearm to the gut of Ken Kaze. The moron did not let this deter his current advantage, as he followed with his own forearm shot across the back of JCON. Jonathan slammed back down to the mat face first as Kaze followed suit with a stomp to the back of the head. He played to the crowd and pointed at George, who was sitting on the ring steps, in order to hype up the audience even more. He jogged towards a set of ropes. On the rebound, he executed a perfect midair somersault leg drop.
The crowd loved this as Jolt Wrestling�s resident moron attempted a pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!!
Kickout. JCON obviously wasn�t done just yet. It was still too early in the match. He had just waited until the two count to Kickout in order to regain some health.
Ken stood up to his feet and awaited for Jonathan to face him. Mr. Conspiracy turned around in time to notice the charging HARDKOR MASTASH~! He attempted a quick clothesline which Kaze easily ducked and bounced off of the ropes. Not giving up, however, JCON turned back around looking for another decapitating clothesline. Once again, the hardcore retard ducked. But as he was turning around to lock in a reverse waist lock, Conspiracy�s enormous elbow had smashed Kaze�s face in. Ken�s body fell limp to the mat as blood was spurting everywhere.
�Enough of these cat and mouse games!� JCON shouted to a chorus of boos. �It�s time to put this fool away.� This wasn�t to the liking of the crowd, unfortunately, as they decided to start up a chant:
�J � CON � SUCKS!�
�J � CON � SUCKS!�
�J � CON � SUCKS!�
JCON sneered as he lifted Kaze up onto his feet by his hair. He Irish whipped Kaze into the ropes and connected with a beautiful textbook dropkick to the bridge of Ken�s nose, only making the bleeding worse. He stalked over Ken once more and slapped him in the face, obviously playing mind games with him. He set Ken up onto his feet again and Irish whipped him into a set of parallel ropes of the previous ones. On the receiving end was once again Ken�s nose. This time it was via Jonathan�s trademark superkick, the Direct Connect. Blood flew everywhere as Mr. Conspiracy laughed menacingly at the carnage he was composing here.
Standing above Ken, he slapped him in the face twice this time before saying, �What�s wrong, Mr. Hardcore Retard? The f(BEEP!)in� pussycat got your tongue?� This was an obvious reference to Mittens T. Cat. Apparently, the allusion to Mittens had allowed Ken to overcome this temporary unconsciousness as a mist of red spray had been spat into Jonathan�s eyes.
�AAAAHHH! WHAT THE F(BEEP!)?! REF � REF, HE�S CHEATING! HE SPIT SOME CHEAP RED MIST INTO MY EYES!� Jolt Wrestling Official Jared Alexx simply shook his head and continued to watch the events about to unfold.
Ken was now up onto his feet and was on the top rope. The crowd was reacting properly. JCON, still blinded by Kaze�s blood, never saw it coming. Ken had performed a corkscrew moonsault onto the standing body of JCON. Both men fell to the mat accordingly, with Ken taking the brunt of the maneuver. He had bounced off of Mr. Conspiracy and landed on his upper back. He was arching his back now, tending to his aching back and Alexx made the appropriate ten count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! Jonathan was pulling himself up in one of the corners, but still wasn�t up to his knees.
FOUR! Ken was now just lying motionlessly in the opposite corner of JCON, his chest pounding heavily.
FIVE! Conspiracy was now up to one foot, still nursing his eyes. He had wiped most of the blood out of his eyes, with only a few remnants.
SIX! Ken was now reaching for the ropes as the crowd had broken down into a, �KEN � KAZE! KEN � KAZE! KEN � KAZE!� chant.
SEVEN! JCON was on his feet now, leaning in the corner, studying his opponent. Ken was almost up to one knee now.
EIGHT! �F(BEEP!) this,� must�ve ran through JCON�s mind, as he had charged the opposite corner of which occupied his helpless opponent. He connected with a charging knee strike to the temple of Ken�s head.
Alexx immediately jumped on the Attention Getter�s case about this, backing him away from the Ken�s corner. JCON turned away from Alexx and began to showboat to the crowd, who responded with the suitable jeers. Big mistake. The jeers had turned to cheers; the ragged had returned to health. Ken Kaze was going upstairs for the second time. Of course, with an in-ring experience of five years, you eventually pick up the fact that when the audience�s reaction changes as quick as that, something�s going on.
Not even bothering to turn around to make sure, One Letter Better had charge the ropes of which lead to Kaze�s corner. If a microphone was up to Ken�s mouth at the time, he probably would�ve destroyed the equipment with his blaring, girly scream of agony.
Taking up on this advantage, JCON strolled to Ken�s corner. However, the next thing could not have been seen by anyone, not even Miss Cleo herself. Kaze had elevated himself with the strength of his arms from the top rope and had flipped forward toward Jonathan. He landed with his legs on top of JCON�s shoulders, a la the pre-hurricanrana seating position. Kaze went through with the maneuver causing the crowd to pop massively. This had sent Mr. Conspiracy into the corner . . . upside down! His legs had gotten hooked underneath the top rope.
Ken turned around to see the defenseless position his opposition was now in. He back stepped a couple before landing a dropkick to the midsection of JCON. JCON arched up holding his ribcage as Kaze connected with another! The crowd loved this, watching a defenseless crap talker taking a beating. Ken followed suit with a superkick this time. Unfavorably for him, JCON had sat all the way up causing Ken�s leg to go in between the top and middle rope. Jonathan quickly unhooked his feet and was standing on top of the top rope. It was time for the Attention Getter to show off his high flying skills as well.
Ken had pulled his leg out and was stumbling around in the corner, his back facing JCON. As he turned around, though, he was caught off guard with a flying sunset flip! Very intuitively, the hardcore moron rolled through hooking JCON�s legs for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH�KICKOUT!!!
Close, but no cigar. Ken had come so close to closing this deal with a nice reversal, but the cards weren�t in his favor. He stood up to his feet now and lifted JCON up as well. He positioned his head in between JCON�s arm and side whilst locking Jonathan�s free arm behind his back with a hammerlock. He was obviously ready to attempt a hammerlock Northern Lights suplex. However, now regaining all of his marbles, Mr. Conspiracy executed a snap DDT! Not done however, he rolled over and stood back up, still holding Kaze in a side headlock position. He connected with a second snap DDT this time. JCON performed the same ritual and was about to place the proverbial nail in the coffin to seal the deal, but Ken had countered with the one move he was looking for in the beginning � the hammerlock Northern Lights suplex!
Except, he maintained the bridge but not long enough for a pinfall. He rolled over, holding the hammerlock and executed a second, beautiful Northern Lights suplex. The same custom as before and Kaze was ready to be claimed the victor of this match with his third hammerlock Northern Lights suplex. He connected, and it was a site to see. The cameras had flashed and the crowd were on their feet cheering their heads off.
For, Ken had completed one of his signature maneuvers, the Aurora Borealis Special III. Alexx was there to make the cover in order for Ken Kaze to advance to the quarter finals of the Triple Crown Tournament.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE�NOOO!!!
Jonathan Conspiracy had just proved why he was One Letter Better Than Icon as he made the desperation kick out at the last, possible millisecond. The crowd was upset; Ken was irate. The victory was in the palm of his hands, but not any longer. He now realized he would have to go to impossible ends to defeat this man with great prestige.
Ken was on his feet, as well as JCON courtesy of Kaze himself. Ken sidekicked JCON, but his foot was caught. He countered JCON�s counter with a snap enziguri, but the Attention Getter saw it coming as he ducked it. With Alexx out of position, Mr. Conspiracy nailed a field goal kick to Kaze�s . . . well . . . footballs. He dropped to his knees praying to the Lord Christ that he would one day unite him with a newfound pair of testicles. Alexx checked on Kaze to find out what the problem was, but he had not seen the cheapshot, so he had no way of calling the match.
With his opponent now literally rendered useless, JCON kicked him in the back of the head causing him to crash to the mate face first. JCON lifted Kaze up in a reverse waist lock. He lifted the 198 pounder into the air, up and over, with a release German suplex to the outside! Despite their hatred for JCON, the crowd erupted into a mixed reaction. Boos, of course, because they hated the man. Cheers, however, for the spectacular move he had just performed. These folks loved a show, and JCON sure was giving it to them.
Alexx began the count as Ken crawled toward his companion George the trashcan, who was sitting motionless on the ring steps.
ONE!
�George, help me!�
TWO!
�He�s better than I thought he was.�
THREE!
�He�s far more powerful than any of the monsters I�ve ever faced of Lord Zedd.�
FOUR!
�Wha�what? Blimey, that�s a great idea, ol� chap!�
FIVE! Ken was up onto his knees now, still playing to the fact he was supposedly out of it. He grasped the rims of George with both hands and looked over his shoulder.
SIX! He noticed JCON�s back was to him. This was the perfect opportunity to strike. He sprung to his feet, stepped up onto the ring steps � George cocked over his shoulder � and swung recklessly aiming for JCON�s head.
SMACK!
JCON had turned around and ducked just in time. However, due to the law of inertia, George had to hit something before coming to a complete halt. It was referee Jared Alexx. He was lying on the ground, out like a light bulb. Ken stared at what he had just done, and then glanced at JCON, who was smirking.
�Nice job, dips(BEEP!).�
WHAM!
JCON decked Kaze off of the ring steps with a hard right fist to the face, reopening that nose wound. Jonathan stepped through the ropes onto the outside and picked Kaze up. He Irish whipped Ken into the barricade, damaging his all ready injured back even worse. JCON stalked his prey and this time, Irish whipped Ken into the ring post back first. This definitely wasn�t going to help Ken�s back any.
JCON had rolled Kaze into the ring now and climbed up onto the apron, heading for the top rope. As Kaze was getting to his feet, Mr. Conspiracy executed a remarkable missile dropkick to the upper back of Kaze, sending him literally flying across the ring. He kipped up to his feet. Looking around, realizing he was the only man left standing, he decided to sit in the corner a bit to get some rest.
After feeling rejuvenated, he sauntered over to Kaze and lifted him up. JCON applied a reverse waist lock onto Kaze before performing a reversed side headlock. It was time for JCON�s set-up maneuver, the Co-Conspirator. He fell to the mat, crashing Kaze�s skull to the mat with a reverse falling DDT. This match was done. All he had to do was wake the ref and make the cover, and it was over. JCON shrugged Alexx to wake up, but to no avail. Alexx finally began to stir.
Jonathan had now decided to resume his prior plan, but that was quickly foiled by a surprising low blow from Ken! Follow that with a small package attempt, and Alexx counted sluggishly.
ONE!
. . .
TWO!!
. . .
THRE�NO!!!
Ken almost had another near fall attempt with a last second desperation maneuver. But it wasn�t enough as JCON had kicked out.
Actually, JCON hadn�t kicked out at all. Kaze had it locked in for the win. Rather, someone had interfered with this match. It was the Back Alley Brawler! He had ran down ringside out of nowhere and pulled the ref out of the ring, just milliseconds before Kaze could have possibly been declared the victor of the match.
Not on the Brawler�s watch. He was now inside the ring, staring Kaze in the eyes. Ken looked as if he could kill a man. The Brawler looked as if he could kill a man who would kill a man. The dislike for each other was visible.
It was Ken who made the break first, charging at the Brawler with a jumping spinning heel kick attempt. Back Alley Brawler ducked it, and quickly turned around to find Kaze on his feet. Ken once again charged but leapt into the grips of a bearhug from the Brawler. He began to squeeze the life out of Kaze, up until his very last breath as Ken yelled in agony. The sound of bones crunching echoed through the audience.
He released the death defying bearhug and placed a palm on Kaze�s chest before slamming him to the mat with a FIERCE spinebuster!
The Winston Special!
This definitely didn�t treat Kaze�s injured back as he rolled around on the mat arching his back, screaming in pain. The Brawler had popped up directly from the spinebuster making a stretching gesture with his hands. The boos in the arena was enough to wake official Jared Alexx as he was now stirring on the outside. Back Alley Brawler quickly shook JCON and pointed to Kaze before making his exit.
Mr. Conspiracy was up on his feet, taking in the carnage that had occurred whilst he was napping. He shrugged it off before pulling Ken Kaze to a vertical base. He locked in a reverse full nelson, before completing it with the reverse full nelson slam. Or, in otherwords, It�s A Conspiracy!
JCON dragged Alexx into the ring who was previously standing on the outside. JCON had made the cover as the boos were enough to drown out the sound of the three count as well as the bell to motion the end of the match.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The bell had rung as Jonathan Conspiracy moved on to the quarter finals of the Triple Crown Championship.
�And here�s your winner,� started Clippie Da Clown,� JONATHAAAAN . . . COOONSPIIIIIIIIIRRRRAAAACCCCCYYYYYYYYYY!!!�
