Adrenaline Results-09/16/08

Ashley-Blue
Macho King-Cyan
Latin Passion Master-Orange
Steve Storme-Green

The theme for Adrenaline plays as the crowd erupts into a standing ovation. Signs wave, banners fly, and the excitement increases as the lights come up to reveal the empty ring.

MK: Good evening Adrenaline fans and welcome back! What a show we've had already and the opening credit haven't even rolled. Neon Hardy and K_mo are at each other's throats again. LPM, mind giving us a recap?

LPM: Right, of course. Well, I had just arrived...early as usual. Your lazy butt wasn't here yet, but I decided to check out the locker room and make sure all was in order. I find K_mo and Hardy having a rather heated discussion. Something about Hardy being gay for his old Flair3. Hardy become butthurt about it...haha butthurt. Anyway, I thought to myself, where the hell is King's lazy ass? He so needs to see this.

MK: Can you just, try and stay on topic, please.

LPM: Oh sure, sorry. Anyway, Hardy gave K_mo a shove, who immediately returned it. Finally K_mo got tired of the girlish shoving and punched Hardy clean in the face. Hardy proceeded to slap the taste out of K_mo's mouth...and even I have to say, I never knew the kid could bitch slap so hard. But then security showed up and unfortunately ruined my entertainment. So this has been the Latin Passion Master from the weather desk, back to you King!

MK: First, this isn't the news. Second, those two really need to grow up and lay off. And for the rest of our night, we will see Karl Adkisson take on Kumanga. Ricky Reynold's old friend Jamarius Jackson will attempt to pin our champion Callumomac, and we will crown a new number one contender.

LPM: Sounds like an exciting night, let's kick things off right with Matt Lee and the man we were just discussing Neon Hardy.


Ashley: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

***Shooting Star by Stone Cherry plays***

Matt Lee comes out and the audience boos him.

Ashley: Making his way to the ring from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at 240 pounds, Matt Lee!

MK: The fans are vocal on their opinions of Matt Lee, he is not liked.

LPM: He shouldn’t let that affect him, he should remain focused and that is the key to success.

Matt Lee ignores the boos as he walks down to the ring. Matt Lee comes to the ring and slides in.

***I Don’t Wanna Stop plays***

Ashley: And the opponent making his way to the ring from New York City, New York, weighing in at 250 pounds, Neon Hardy!

Neon Hardy comes running out from backstage. Neon Hardy gives a few fans high fives as he runs towards the ring and slides in. He stands on the opposite side of the ring as Matt Lee.

MK: These are two wrestlers with nearly identical features, and similar wrestling styles, it will be on interesting fight to say the least.

LPM: Interesting? This is going to be entertaining! Two men going all out to prove who is better.

The ref calls for the bell and the match starts. Matt Lee and Neon Hardy walk around the outside of the ring trying to stay away from each other. Matt Lee runs at Hardy and Hardy quickly hooks his arm and nails him with an arm drag. Matt Lee hits the floor and gets back to his feet. Matt Lee attempts to run at Neon Hardy again, but Hardy nails another arm drag. Matt Lee gets back to his feet and Neon Hardy nails him with a drop kick. Neon Hardy gets back to his feet when he sees K_mo walking down towards ring side. Neon Hardy starts yelling at K_mo as K_mo approaches the ring and stands there and Hardy keeps shouting at him to get in the ring. Matt Lee hits a spinning heel kick to the back of Neon Hardy’s head. Neon Hardy falls to the floor.

LPM: See that’s what happens when you don’t stay focused, you lose control of the match.

MK: But K_mo came down to the ring and created an obvious distraction.

Matt Lee waits for Neon Hardy to get to his feet and Matt Lee kicks him in the knee. Then follows it up by kicking Hardy in the midsection. Matt Lee then jumps into the air and takes down Neon Hardy with a Huracanrana. Matt Lee quickly goes for a cover and hooks the leg. The ref counts the pin 1… 2… Kick Out! Matt Lee jumps to his feet and goes to the top rope of the turnbuckle. Matt Lee goes for a moonsault and Neon Hardy puts his legs up and Matt Lee’s midsection goes crashing into Neon Hardy’s legs. Neon Hardy gets back to his feet and K_mo is standing their clapping. Neon Hardy starts to complain to the ref. Matt Lee jumps back to his feet and comes from behind and puts Neon Hardy in a full nelson. Matt Lee nails a devastating dragon suplex, with Neon Hardy landing on his head. Matt Lee keeps it locked in for a pin and the ref counts it. 1… 2… 3!

***Shooting Star by Stone Cherry plays***

Ashley: Here is your winner Matt Lee

MK: That was a fluke win! All he did was hit one move when Neon Hardy was distracted.

LPM: He took the opportunity and he capitalized on it, Neon Hardy should’ve kept his head in the match and not on the guy outside the ring!

Neon Hardy holds his neck and head in pain as Matt Lee goes outside the ring and K_mo lifts his arm in victory. Matt Lee walks backstage and is followed by K_mo. Neon Hardy gets up slowly and rolls out of the ring before stumbling backstage.

MK: I suppose I can't deny that Hardy took his eye off the ball here, but that doesn't make Lee's win brilliant. It was still a fluke.

LPM: Look up the word fluke during this match and get back to me on that.

Ashley: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

***Umaga’s Theme plays***

Kumanga walks out from the back and the crowd begins to boo him.

Ashley: Making his way to the ring from the Samoan part of Alabama, weighing in at 201 pounds, Kumanga!

MK: Kumanga has shown himself to be a force here in XCL. Tonight he will have to prove himself again against the likes of Karl Adkisson.

LPM: And he will, he is a great competitor and one of the better on XCL.

Kumanga walks down to the ring while the audience boos him. Kumanga shouts something at the audience. Kumanga climbs into the ring and begins pacing around waiting for Karl Adkisson.

***Debonaire by Dope plays***

Karl Adkisson comes out from the back to a positive reaction with his signature yellow rose. As is customary he tosses it to the audience, who nearly kill themselves trying to capture it.

Ashley: And the opponent making his way to the ring from Austin, Texas, weighing in at 270 pounds, “The Yellow Rose of Texas” Karl Adkisson!

MK: Karl Adkisson will be taking on Kumanga and he shows no fear, this is going to be one hell of a match.

LPM: Of course it’s going to be a hell of a match. This is XCL, our wrestlers aim to put on the best match possible.

Karl Adkisson walks down to the ring staring down Kumanga. Kumanga starts yelling in Samoan at Karl but Karl ignores it and climbs into the ring. Kumanga and Karl come face to face. They exchange some words but before the ref can break them up Karl nails Kumanga with a lariat. The ref starts the match as Kumanga tries to get back to his feet but Karl Adkisson starts clubbing him with his forearm to the back of Kumanga’s head. Kumanga stands up straight and Karl backs off Kumanga. Karl punches Kumanga directly in the face. Kumanga backs up a little but Karl continues to punch him. Karl hits a huge punch and Kumanga backs up into the turnbuckle. Karl stands on the ropes to hit mounted punches. Karl only gets 1 punch to the skull of Kumanga in before Kumanga slams Karl down to the floor. Karl holds his head in pain as Kumanga yells something in Samoan very loudly.

MK: Looks like Kumanga just got fired up.

LPM: Yeah Karl Adkisson better watch out, Kumanga is one tough SOB.

Kumanga grabs Karl by the head and lifts him to his feet. Karl quickly reacts by punching Kumanga in the midsection. Kumanga lets go and Karl Adkisson gets to his feet and locks in a headlock. Kumanga gets his arm behind Karl and then pushes him forward into the ropes. Karl grabs onto the ropes and instead of bouncing off stops. Kumanga runs towards him but Karl lifts his foot into the air and kicks Kumanga in the head. Kumanga turns around holding his face in pain and Karl quickly hooks his arms around Kumanga and nails a German suplex. Karl keeps his arms locked around Kumanga and stands up. Karl hits another German suplex and Kumanga is in obvious pain. Karl is still locked in and gets to his feet for a third time. Karl Adkisson nails a third German suplex and releases. Kumanga lands on his head and shoulders. Karl Adkisson quickly covers him 1… 2… Kick out!

MK: Kumanga just barely kicked out!

LPM: I am not going to lie those were some high impact moves and Kumanga was lucky enough to power out.

Karl Adkisson gets back to his feet and Kumanga does the same. Kumanga looks out of it and is holding his neck in pain. Karl punches him in the face and Kumanga is still on his feet. Karl hits him with another and Kumanga still looks out of it. Karl goes for a third punch and Kumanga blocks it and follows it up with a fury of punches of his own. Karl is still on his feet so Kumanga lifts him up and nails the Samoan Slam! Kumanga hooks Karl’s leg while going for a cover and the ref counts it 1…2…3!

***Umaga’s Theme plays***

Ashley: Here is your winner Kumanga!

Kumanga gets up and starts to celebrate.

MK: That was one close match up, Kumanga almost lost but came out with the victory out of nowhere and lost Adkisson his undefeated streak.

LPM: You have to be careful with Kumanga in the ring you never know when he can just hit the Samoan Slam and walk out with the win. But the best man won, so all is well that ends well.

The ref tries to hold up his arm but he pulls it away. Kumanga gets out of the ring as the audience boos him. He walks backstage as Karl Adkisson gets up slowly. Karl looks pissed as he walks backstage.

MK: I notice you didn't call Adkisson a single name during that match LPM, maybe its possible for you to grow up after all.

LPM: Or I just couldn't be bothered. I have to keep you on your toes.

MK: I'm sure you will be back to yourself in no time. Now, back to the ring we go. Steve Storme apparently would like a few words with our audience before the main event tonight.

Returning to the ring, Steve Storme stands alone with a microphone at his side. The lights come up to illuminate him and the crowd begins to cheer half-heartedly. He waits patiently, occasionally shushing them, before bringing the mic up to speak.

Storme: I’m not going to waste any time here tonight by going on about how great you fans are, or how great this city is. I’m not going to waste my time by kissing the general manager’s ass and begging her to just make me the number one contender outright. That’s not what I’m here for anyway. I have noticed a pattern here in XCL, people leaving. I had to ask myself why, it puzzled me. I came over to XCL because I trust our general manager and because I knew this company had promise. Now people are leaving, some in more amusing ways than others. Granted, we could have a better champion. Like me as one example. Cal, as much as he’s my friend, doesn’t seem to be measuring up so well.

The crowd cheers louder at the mention of their champion. Storme smirks for a moment before continuing.

Storme: So, we could have a better champion. We could have a better roster. I mean, Tyrant? Really? But all that aside, this company is still the best damn thing going in the wrestling world today. So why are people running over to that little shithole that is ROG? Take STL for example, he was getting a pretty good run over here…and he tucks tail and runs for ROG. Talk about a coward. He just knew that the competition was a little too stiff over here, so he went back to the minor leagues to be the big fish in a small pond. And when I say big fish, I mean BIG fi…

He is cut off as Sad but True begins to play. He looks to the entrance to see a shorter man whose gut is reminiscent of a hippo emerges on the ramp. He holds a familiar looking cardboard title belt in one hand and a beer bottle in the other. He stumbles his way to the ring as Steve Storme breaks into a wide smile.

Storme: Speak of the devil! Ladies and gentlemen, let’s all welcome back to XCL…Fat Tub of Lard, or as you probably know him FTL. Let’s all wait in rapt anticipation to see what he has to say for himself.

FTL nearly trips as he ascends the ring steps, sending the audience into fits of laughter.

Storme: Kinda let himself go since he left hasn’t he? Oh, finally, about time you waddled to the ring. Now, what do you have to say for yourself? For being a yellow-bellied coward who had to run away from the big-bad XCL?

FTL: I did not……sssssoo….

Storme: You didn’t what? Have you forgotten how to speak English too? Or perhaps you’re just so useless that God saw fit to take the ability to speak away from you. No, really now…why leave?

FTL:I, um…I…uh….

Storme walks towards him slowly, as FTL backs into the corner away from him.

Storme: Really? That’s some scintillating wit you’re showing here. But I don’t really need an answer. I already know. The truth is, you couldn’t take it could you?

MK: Does this seem a little unnecessary to anyone else?

LPM: Shhhh…let the man speak!

Storme: You couldn’t take being in the ring with some of the most talented wrestlers in the world. You could stand not being made number one contender over Ricky Reynolds and tonight it will be me. You realized that you are in fact a worthless piece of crap and decided to do the right thing by ridding our locker room of your presence. How about you rid this ring of your presence before I make you regret the day you first drew breath.

FTL cowers a bit in the corner, his eyes go wide for a moment then he blushes furiously. He looks down in horror at the now-wet front of his pants. The audience rolls with laughter and this time Steve decides to join in.

Storme: My God, you’re so much of a coward you pissed yourself! XCL should count itself lucky to be rid of a fat, drunken, slob like you. And in fact, I’m going to make them even more glad. This one is for mommy, so smile.

He hits FTL with a superkick that sends him from the ring. The crowd mutters and a smattering of applause breaks out as Steve Storme rolls from the ring. He kicks the downed man and walks up the ramp to leave.

Delia Kinney-Yellow
Ricky Reynolds-Brown
Daywalker-Dk Red
Jamarius Jackson-Dk Blue


***The Broken hits***

K_mo starts down the ramp for the ring as the crowd boos and a few fans made obscene gestures at him.

Ashley: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Grove City Ohio…..K_mo!

***Infra-Red by Placebo plays***

Ashley: And his opponent, making his way to the ring from City 17, weighing in at 200 pounds, Daywalker!

Daywalker walks out from the back and the boos get even louder as the rude remarks begin raining in as well.

MK: Our fans seems to hate these two men equally. Its no real wonder why.

LPM: Because our fans are not the sharpest knives in the drawer.

Daywalker steps onto the ring apron and motions for a mic.

Daywalker: This match is being dedicated to someone tonight. I am dedicating this performance to the man who has continuously been a thorn in my side, and a pain in my ass. The one and only Karl Adkisson. Even after everything that has been done, everything that has been said, you continue to insist on getting a rematch. I have had it, I really have. I am the purest wrestler on this roster, you don’t deserve to lace my boots. So go buzz around like the little fly you are, but go buzz somewhere else.

Both men cautiously make their way to mid-ring, sizing each other up. K_mo looks more motivated for this match then might be expected considering his busy evening. The smaller K_mo challenges Daywalker to a test of strength. Daywalker looks a bit puzzled at this move and looks at the crowd before accepting the challenge, but K_mo takes his hands down and delivers a series of chops to his opponent. Daywalker just smiles and returns the favor with a series of his own, backing K_mo into the corner. Daywalker breaks out a leg sweep that takes K_mo down. He drops the elbow on his downed opponent but meets the mat as K_mo slides under the ropes to try and regroup.

MK: One has to wonder what kind of change in strategy K_mo will take. He’s one of the smallest men on our roster, against one of the biggest.

LPM: Obviously that does require a change in style. But who really cares, he’ll lose to Daywalker anyway.

K_mo climbs back into the ring and surprises Daywalker with not one, but two standing dropkicks. Daywalker is stunned, but kicks out easily just after a one count. K_mo decides to take advantage of his burst of offense and climbs to the top rope, where he begins to lose his balance. That allows Datwalker to pop up to the top rope and send K_mo to the canvas the hard way with a belly-to-belly suplex off the top! Daywalker makes a cover for one and a half and returns to his feet He waits for K_mo to return to his feet…

***Bitch begins to play***

Kinney: Good evening gentlemen, let me do everyone a favor and call this match right now. I’m bored out of my mind watching this so let’s just call it a no contest shall we? Right, and with that drivel out of the way….

The audience laughs as K_mo and Daywalker look at their general manager with looks ranging from confusion to irritation. A chant starts up of “Thank you ma’am” and Ms Kinney smiles around at them all for a moment.

Kinney: Two small bits of business, K_mo stop hassling Neon Hardy. The whole thing with Flair3…was hilarious. And granted, I did ask you to help me. But the kid is being bitchy about it, so leave it. If you don’t I’ll grant him the match he is asking for. And as for you Daywalker, who told you that you get to dictate terms for your own matches? Whoever that was is very, very sorely mistaken. For your cheek I am giving Karl Adkisson his rematch at the next PPV, Sympathy for the Devil. Now, please vacate my ring and let’s move right along.

She turns on her heel, leaving the two men cursing her under their breath.

MK: Well, um, I have nothing to say or do until our next match.

LPM: I hate it when these matches get cut off like that, it makes me look bad to scramble for something.

MK: Well then, its almost time for Jamarius Jackson and Callumomac, let's go backstage and see how the two men are preparing for the match then.

LPM: Or you could dress up like a taco and dance for the audience.

MK: Not gonna happen, backstage we go.

Jamarius Jackson walks purposefully to the ring when Ricky Reynolds steps from a shadowed corner to meet him. Jackson jumps a bit at the surprise, but quickly recovers when he sees his old tag team partner.

Jackson: Jesus man, what is it with you XCL guys and jumping out of corners at people? Second week in a row.

Reynolds: Sorry about that. I just wanted to see how you’ve been, say hi and all that junk. And wish you luck against the champion tonight, he’s a pushover so don’t worry about it.

Jackson: I’m not worried; I’ve been scouting him. But anyway, you’ll be the number one contender after tonight….congrats. I expect a title match once you win, for old time’s sake.

Reynolds: Of course, of course. I couldn’t leave my partner out in the cold. Speaking of which, we should team sometime. I’ll have a chat with the GM about it.

Jackson: Its just too bad there’s not a tag division title, we could be holding all the gold by the next PPV. Anyway, I got a match; we’ll catch up later.

He continues to the ring as the view is replaced by the ring area again.

MK: Don’t you think Ricky is being a bit ambitious? Not only predicting a win tonight over Storme but also a win over Callumomac?

LPM: Just confidence King. And let’s face it; the man has delivered on everything he’s said he was going to do.

MK: Except beat Cal at Heatwave Heaven.

LPM: Well, that’s just…irrelevant.