WWE For Extreme

[Kris Kutter]

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The camera sweeps across the capacity crowd here in American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida. The fans hold up their assorted signage and scream, as we head into our final match for the evening.

”What a night it’s been so far,” we hear J.R. say over the noise. [color=red]”Superstars have been pushed to the limits, but finally we’re closing in on the final match of the evening. This Pay-Per-View’s namesake, the Survivor Series match.”

”And what a match we have this year,” King pipes up. ”The top athletes from RAW and ECW are all gathered in one place.”

The camera switches to ringside, where we see the classic team of J.R. and the King sitting behind the announce table. J.R.’s in his usual black cowboy hat, while King sports a black “It’s Good to be King” T-shirt. J.R. begins to explain the history behind the upcoming match.

”On one side you have Kris Kutter’s team of miscreants, including the former ECW Champion Reaper, former ECW General manager and current contender for the World’s Heavyweight Championship Misery, plus Kutter and his partner’s in crime X-Pac and Seamus Flynn.”

”Yeah, and then you have Team Jacobs. Refugee Mike’s the closest thing they have to a World Champion right now, and Seraphina’s the current Television champion; taking the title from Team Kutter’s X-Pac, I might add. Also in line are RAW’s Women’s Champion Ashley and World Tag Team Champions Manhunter and The Prince.”

”Originally World Heavyweight Champion Edge was scheduled to compete for Team Jacobs, until Kutter and Seamus attacked him backstage. That lead to the last-minute addition of Patrick Lawler. And may I say, King, that your opinion of Devin Jacobs and his team seems to have changed ever since Patrick signed on with them?”

”What can I say?” King replies. ”If a bright young star like The Prince is willing to join them, then they have to have some redeeming qualities.”

J.R. clears his throat as the arena lights dim. Suddenly the camera zooms in on Lillian Garcia, who is standing in the middle of the ring. ”Ladies and gentlemen,” she says. ”The following is a traditional five-on-five Survivor Series match. Each pinfall, submission or disqualification will result in an elimination by one team. The last team remaining will be the winners of the match!”

Suddenly Three Day’s Grace’s “Riot” begins to blare over the P.A. The fans erupt in a mixed chorus of cheers and boos, as Team Jacobs steps out onto the ramp. Lead by Jacobs himself, who will not be competing, he is followed by his five-man band.

”Introducing first, representing Devin Jacobs: At a combined weight of one thousand, one hundred and seventy-five pounds, they are Refugee Mike, the ECW Television Champion Seraphina, the Women’s Champion Ashley Massaro, and the World Tag Team Champions Patrick Lawler and the Manhunter!”

Each name gets a different reaction. Mike and Ashley both get approving pops, while the other three get various degrees of boos. None of them seem to take notice, however, as Jacobs directs them into the ring. The five superstars stand around as the music fades out. There’s a brief pause before “Ten Thousand Fists” by Disturbed hits. The entrance ramp fills with an eerie red mist, which spills over the ramp and into the side aisles. Emerging from the mist is Kris Kutter, with his team close behind him.

”And introducing their opponents: At a combined weight of one thousand, one hundred and forty-three pounds, they are Kris Kutter, Seamus Flynn, Misery, X-Pac and Reaper!”

The crowd sports boos all around for this team, not seeming to support event he usually-popular X-Pac. Kutter grins widely, while the other four look almost solemn. Misery is staring dagger into Kutter’s back, no doubt trying to decide if she should enact her revenge for his double-crossing earlier in the night. The only reason she’d joined his team was to get a shot at Edge, and thanks to him and Seamus that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

Jacobs’s team backed to one side of the ring as Kutter’s climbed in. Kris and Devin both approached each other in the middle territory, the proverbial no-man’s land. The music dies down and Kutter sticks out his hand, seemingly for a friendly handshake. However, his sinister leer suggests he is not to be trusted, and Jacobs had no reason to do so anyway. The ECW General manager promptly snubs Kutter, turning around and exiting the ring. Kutter never stopped grinning, merely closing his hand with mocked exasperation as he returns to his side of the ring.

The acting official climbed into the ring. Both teams confer briefly before deciding on who would start the match. Kutter chooses Reaper, while Devin orders Manhunter to start for his team. Easily the two biggest men in the match, Reaper and Manhunter stand toe-to-toe in the center of the ring. The official stood between them, before calling for the bell.

As soon as the metallic clang sounded, Manhunter laid into Reaper with a hard right. Reaper responded in kind, and soon the two behemoths were trading blows. Lefts and rights flew as both men refused to fall.

”Here we go in the gigantic confrontation, starting with the two biggest power players in this match!”

”Reaper may be a former ECW Champion, but Manhunter’s an absolute beast,” King comments. His words seem to prove prophetic, as soon the Jamaican Giant gains the upper hand. He starts to back Reaper up to the ropes, laying in with rapid-fire shots to keep his opponent off-balance. He finally gets to the ropes, and uses them to slingshot Reaper across the ring. Meanwhile, Manhunter rebounds off the perpendicular ropes, freight training Reaper with the Jamaican Locomotion. He immediately goes for the pin.

”Manhunter’s not playing around!”

”He sure isn’t! Reaper looks out cold!”

The ref gets to the mat and counts: One, two three. Just like that, Team Kutter loses their power player.

”Ladies and gentlemen, Reaper has been eliminated!”

In his corner, Kutter is furious. His brow is furrowed severely as he stares down the massive Manhunter, who stands calmly in the ring. Kris, and likely his teammates as well, knows that Manhunter can and will explode from that seeming calm at the drop of a hat. As Reaper crawls out of the ring, Kutter decides that discretion is the better part of valor and orders one of his teammates to step in.[/size]

TBC - Anyone on my team

[Jussi]

As all but a few seconds skipped by, the shock of what just happened settling in as they had just witnessed the first elimination in literally a few short seconds in this match, setting Team Jacobs in the lead, now up a man while as Team Kutter suffered a strong loss in Reaper. Now however it came down to who would step in upon Kutter's orders and after a few short seconds of no one doing so, leading to an arrogant grin from not only Manhunter but aswell as Devin Jacobs, a surprising face was the one to do so, a look of disgust on her face as her eyes only glared back into Kutter's stepping between the ropes, Misery. No doubt this was killing her to have to take an order, but she was also disgusted with the cowardice he showed, not being the man he is and stepping up, leaving her to do it for him. Alot of eyes were steadily locked on that ring as they all couldn't believe this woman was stepping into the ring with this near 350 pound man who holds a solid 200 pound weight advantage on her, as well as a full foot of height, leaving her at a huge disadvantage. She seemed to be well aware of this though as she stepped in and slowly began to roll her shoulders, making sure her limbs were nice and loose, snapping her head from side to side to take care of any kinks in her neck, afterall if she planned to last long here, not allowing the big man to get any strike or holds off would be well in her favor, and too do so she would need to be as fast and nimble as she possibly can. Manhunter couldn't help but sneer while as the rest of his team, minus the ring leader looked on with intrigue, Devin and Kutter being the only ones who were grinning as they watched this unfold.

Jim Ross
"Certainly this young lady is showing us a bit of bravery stepping into this ring with Manhunter."

Jerry "The King" Lawler
"J.R. Though she may not be the most well liked, or hell even her family, no one can deny the intensity the Darksyde's bring to the table, and not even someone like Manhunter will make her think twice."

Jim Ross
"Its not me doubting her ability at all, its me questioning why she would jump in, especially for Kutter who pretty much screwed her over in their agreement."

Jerry "the King" Lawler
"Its possible she sees this still as a shared foe, but I doubt it, this is probably a method of spiting Kutter while still getting under the skin of Devin Jacobs.

Manhunter seemed to just sit back and watch Misery as she prepared for what was about to go down, watching her closely to not allow her to pull any sort of trickery out, but it was all for naught as she was being legit in her preparations, no underhanded tactics. As she approached the middle of the ring where Manhunter awaited, this was when things began to get interesting as everyone tried to anticipate the first move, and like many would think, Manhunter would be the first to make a move, attempting to tie up with this woman in which would have led to a very weighted advantage, however being the Technical Mastermind, Misery is able to reverse this, taking a step back, allowing Manhunter's weight to shift heavily forwards, while he was off-balance she would act by grabbing his near arm and quickly stepping in, pivoting behind him while cranking the arm skyward, however her opponent being a powerhouse didn't take this lightly as he attempts to throw his free arm backwards to catch her in the side of her head, angling it down due to her petite stature. This woman however anticipated this movement and rightfully so ducked as he threw his weight into it, possibly looking to knock her out, but in the end, as he was let go of, his arm now free and his body spinning with momentum in a full 180 degree fashion so that he was now facing her, and it was at this point the big man would find himself stunned as he soon felt the point of this woman's knee meet his gut, doubling him over ever so slightly, moving him back a step or two. Really a beautiful succession of movements, however this would be the end of it and Misery quickly moved in to give this man a solid strike to his head as he was slightly bent over, still having to reach up to accomplish this, however her punch didn't move this man back any further, nor did he really flinch as he held his gut, quite the contrary, it only seemed to fire the Jamaican up.

Jim Ross
"I doubt this is what this lady wanted to see."

Jerry "The King" Lawler
"Are you kidding me? This is something no one wants to see."

Jim Ross
"And now Misery has to deal with the fear or others."

Jerry "The King" Lawler
"I don't doubt her, but thats sort of Ironic."

Misery not being a fool by any means did her best to try and back away, however from where she had positioned herself from moving around, her back was to a vacant corner in "Enemy Territory", however knowing it could be worse she backed up slowly to it until it officially did get worse and she found herself cornered. Cursing herself slightly she attempted to shoot away from the corner before Manhunter could get ahold of her, however as she attempted to dash away, Manhunter would stop her with one big hand, not allowing her to get far and get herself room to maneuver, but instead be thrown back into the turnbuckle backfirst, showing his strength to stop her mid run and toss her back, off her feet only to collide backfirst in the corner. Arching her back in pain, Misery could do very little to defend herself from this slightly stunned state, this giving Manhunter an opportune time to rain in some blows, left and right uppercuts into this woman's ribcage, fists like cement blocks doing considerable damage as she showed in her pained expressions, doing her best not to cry out in pain while as Devin on the outside watched in glee, seeing an old foe in this position. Manhunter would only finish this assault with a heavy Haymaker, which to most of everyone's surprise didn't just take her head off, but with that force it may aswell have. Backing out of the corner almost knowingly, Manhunter allowed this woman to follow, stumbling her steps almost as if she were lost for the moment. The Jamaican would only back up so far however before coming to a halt and allowing Misery to collide into him, he wrapping his arms around her body and quickly bucking his body back, tossing her skywards, up and over him with a Release Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex, flinging this woman across the ring onto her back where her team mates stared on with unease, aside from the emotionless glare from Kutter. Manhunter would go for a cover but Misery would get the shoulder up just barely before the count of 3.

Jim Ross
"You have to admire her really, though I doubt these fans know where to lean, love her or hate her, she's not giving up."

Jerry "The King" Lawler
"Ofcourse she isn't, she's a Darksyde J.R., A Darksyde in title contention no less."

Jim Ross
"She still has to have her limits though and it appears Manhunter is pushing them right now."

Jerry "The King" Lawler
"She needs to push back in this case."

Though a little distraught at the kick out from this woman, it did mean one thing was to come of it, he would have a chance to beat on this woman some more. Quickly going to get to his feet, grabbing a full head of hair as he did so, looking to drag this woman up without a fight only to be shocked by a few shots to his midsection from her as she took a kneeling position infront of him, however much like earlier these did nothing but mildly annoy this man who may aswell have been a tank in comparison to her. Ignoring her to an extent, he would lift her to her feet completely, only to lock her head underneath on of his own, now having her in a front guillotine position only to rain down a club to her back with his right arm, dropping her back down to the kneeling position. He however wouldn't allow her to stay there for long, jerking her back to her feet again, he would then go to lift her up for what appeared to be a Spine Buster to seal the deal so to say, however as he lifted her up, she would appear to use this momentum, jumping as he tossed her to get more height only to come up with a knee to the bottom of his chin as she shot up, knocking Manhunter back but not off his feet as she herself landed on this mat, stumbling backwards, coincidentally, her back to the enemy corner and she only got closer as she kept taking steps back to balance herself. She would finally catch herself, luckily a step or two out of arms reach of anyone of the opposite team in their corner. The surprise Knee Strike would only result in getting Manhunter to see red again as he hastily charged at Misery, throwing himself towards her once he was near, looking to put her away with a Jamaicannon, using his head as a battering ram, however a timely step from Misery would say otherwise, and instead of making its target of her, it collided with Manhunter's own Team Mate and Television Champion Seraphina, knocking her off the apron to the mat outside. Manhunter though stunned from the mistake, wouldn't waste much time on her when his opponent was still up, quickly getting back to his feet only to turn around and immediately get yet another knee to his face, this time courtesy of a Busaiku Knee Kick from Misery after rebounding off the ropes and being as close as he was to his corner and the ropes, he soon found himself sent over them aswell, landing next to the very person he accidentally hit instead of his opponent. This leaving Misery int he ring, still laying on the mat, allowing her plenty of time to stand up to her feet, though a bit wobbly from the beating she took, but able enough to get a tag in to a partner after the ref managed to keep Devin's team from stopping her.....

TBC by a Team Mate

[X-Pac]

According to the referee, Misery is no longer the legal person. X-Pac has now become the legal superstar in this match. A smirk comes across the face of The Manhunter when he realizes another superstar has entered his reign of terror. The Manhunter prepares to face off against X-Pac but he is suddenly stricken on his back, which is an official tag, by Seraphina. X-pac is enraged that he is being challenged by a ‘diva’, especially a diva that has defeated him “twice”. Despite the fact that X-pac is 0-2 against Seraphina, he wastes no time in going for a lock-up. The situation ends with X-Pac taking control with a Side Headlock. Since it is apparent that Seraphina was no ordinary diva, there is no question that she would be out of the hold within a matter of seconds. She pushes X-Pac into the ropes, and on the rebound, Seraphina nearly decapitates him with a Clothesline followed by an Elbow Drop. X-Pac seems to be injured already in this match, so Seraphina takes a little bit of time to reprimand the crowd. It is quite unlikely that a superstar of X-Pac calibur would be taken out by such a move of minimal damage, this early. X-Pac rises to his feet, unseen by Seraphina and begins to stalk Sera. A loud cry from Devin Jacobs informs Sera of X-Pac’s position and she immediately turns and goes back on the attack. She charges head on to X-Pac but she is quickly taken down by a Russian leg sweep. X-Pac immediately rises and begins to “Stomp A Mudhole into Sera’s Ass”

X-Pac stomps away at Sera with fierce determination, each boot bringing him an inch closer to eliminating a member of team Jacobs. X-Pac bends over and grabs Sera by the wrist and pulls her up to her feet, before initiating an Irish Whip. Sera, with a suprising jolt of speed, bolts across the ring towards the ropes, X-Pac prepares to go for a back body drop, but before he knows it, Sera is flying towards him with an extended arm. She connects with a flying lariat which is enough to momentarily keep X-Pac down. The crowd are pleased by how the match is taking quick pace. The Television Champion gets back up to her feet and glances upon X-Pac briefly before walking to the ropes and climbing onto the second turnbuckle. Within a few moments, X-Pac clambers up to his feet. X-Pac is oblivious to the fact Sera is stalk him up and dumbfoundedly turns around. Sera launches herself off the turnbuckle, elbow extended for her signature elbow strike, which connects to the temple of X-Pac. X-Pac is sent crashing into the canvas and the crowd lets out a loud pop for the high risk maneuver Sera had performed. On the side of the ring opposite to Pac, Seamus shouts encouraging words to try and rally X-Pac up. Sera gets to her feet and moves her head from side to side, walking over to her corner. It isn’t long before she slaps Refugee Mike on his wrist. The crowd lets out a frenzy of cheers as Refugee Mike ducks underneath the rope and enters the match for the first time tonight. Refugee Mike immediately fixes his eyes on X-Pac and saunters over to his opponent who is now standing up straight. X-Pac stares long and hard at Refugee Mike. Although X-Pac is a fellow refugee, he has never really been close to Mike in any context. Therefore, he shows no signs of backing down and the two stand toe to toe, both ready to represent their teams in a major way. In a split second, Mike hammers X-Pac with a crushing blow to the face that floors Pac. X-Pac grimaces and holds his aching cheek and looks up at Mike, who towers above him. Finally, X-Pac clenches his teeth and gets back up to his feet, ignoring the nagging ache on the right side of his head. Refugee Mike smirks then lunges at his smaller opponent and the two lock up in a grapple hold. X-Pac is easily overpowered and soon Refugee Mike is behind X-Pac with his arms wrapped snugly around his adversary's waist. He then snaps backwards, driving the back of X-Pac’s head into the canvas with a German Suplex. A burning sensation shoots up X-Pac’s spine and possesses him. Refugee Mike shows no mercy and holds in the waist lock that seems To grow tighter by the second. Refugee Mike pulls X-Pac up off the mat and flings him over his head like a rag doll, releasing the Waist Lock. X-Pac flies through the air and flips all the way over, landing hard on his stomach.

Jim Ross
My Gawd! What a suplex maneuver by Refugee Mike.

Jerry Lawler
That's going to hurt in the morning.

X-Pac eats a face full of canvas, his body surging with pain after the German Suplex. X-Pac finally lies still, his face pressed into the mat. Refugee Mike strolls over to his beaten opponent and grabs hold of him by the ankle, then proceeds to drag him into the center of the ring. Once there, Refugee Mike keeps a tight grip on the ankle and sickly twists it in ways it's not meant to be, engaging the Ankle Lock! X-Pac pushes his arms underneath him and props himself up on the mat, immediately letting out agonized hollers of pain. His free leg kicks about wildly while he tries to restrain himself from submitting so early in the first fall. The pain in X-Pac’s ankle is intense and he begins to fear that Refugee Mike could snap his ankle before he can escape the submission. Seamus Flynn slowly and stealthily begins to duck under the top rope, apparently trying to come to the aid of his friend in distress, but Patrick Lawler spots him and hops over the top rope, darts across the ring, and clotheslines Seamus back over the top rop. Refugee Mike sees this and grins, using it to fuel his submission, twisting X-Pac’s ankle as far as he can and attempting to twist it even farther. Seamus hits the padding outside and rolls over close to the announce tables where Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler reside. Patrick jogs to the other side of the ring, then sprints back and places his hands on the top rope, using them to catapult himself over to the outside, where he lands a perfect Leg Drop across Seamus’ neck sending pain bolts up The Irishman’s spine. This causes total chaos to erupt between the illegal superstars on the two teams. A huge fight nearly breaks up, but it is taken care of by the ringside security. Inside the ring, X-Pac’s will power is hanging on by a thread. A very thin thread. Oh, there it goes. X-Pac loses his arm support and falls to the mat, but he is hardly motionless. X-Pac’s whole body shakes in excruciating pain. His teeth are clenched tight, his eyes shut as tight as possible. The pain is unbearable for X-Pac and he feels like his leg is about to explode. Stranded in the center of the ring with none of his teammates to help him, alone with only Refugee Mike, the ref, and Devin Jacobs who is watching the match closely, X-Pac feels all the more helpless. Finally, to X-Pac’s relief, Mike releases the submission hold.

Refugee Mike drags X-Pac up to his feet, and by this time, order has been restored and the illegal competitors are back on the apron, except for Seamus who is in a great deal of pain, himself. Refugee Mike grabs X-Pac and lifts him up high into the air into what appears to be a Stalling Suplex. Instead of falling backwards, however, Mike puts X-Pac down, allowing him to stand, barely, on his own. This, however, is short-lived as Mike connects with a move that suprises everyone. RKO! Well, in the WWE For Extreme, we know it as the RMKO.

Jim Ross
Refugee Mike connects with the RMKO. A tribute to his friend and long time partner Refugee Mike, who recently announced his retirement.

The crowd goes nuts and leap out of their seats chanting “Refugee Matt!” The RMKO leaves X-Pac absolutely motionless on the mat. Mike gets up to his feet and merely glances at the carnage he's caused before walking over to Patrick Lawer and slapping him on the hand. He then gestures at the top turnbuckle and The Prince smirks. Refugee Mike jogs back over to X-Pac’s broken body in the center of the ring. He then lies X-Pac across his knee. The Prince closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before leaping off and hitting the Leg Drop across X-Pac’s neck and implanting it brutally onto the mat. At that precise moment, Seamus wearily reappears on the apron. X-Pac lies distorted, his limbs in various positions and it looks like he was just struck by a car. Patrick grabs X-Pac by the wrist and Irish Whips him towards Team Kutter. Halfway there, however, X-Pac’s ankle gives away and he falls face first to the mat, but not before just barely slapping his partner on the hand. And with a fresh new member of Team Kutter entering the match, it’s a whole new ballgame.

TBC: Team Kutter Member

[Kris Kutter]

Patrick's eyes light up as X-Pac barely makes the tag to Kris Kutter. Ready to finally enter the match, Team Kutter's sinister namesake climbs into the ring.

"Tag out, Pat! He's a killer!"

"Quit being so melodramatic, King," J.R. chastises his partner. Kutter walks up to Patrick, who stands in the middle of the ring. Neither man makes a move at first, but it only takes a moment before they tie up at the collar and elbow. Kutter gains the advantage by locking in a side headlock. The Prince escapes by backing Kutter to the ropes, bouncing him off them. Kutter rebounds off the other side, and catches Lawler with a hard running shoulder, temporarily grounding him

"A surprisingly civil strategy by Kris Kutter thus far."

Kutter grabs the legs of Patrick, looking for a submission hold. Patrick senses the danger, however, and wisely kicks loose of his opponent, sliding into a neutral corner. The ref holds Kutter back as Patrick pulls himself up by the ropes.

"It looked like Kris Kutter was going for a sharpshooter, or perhaps that dreaded Arizona Krab."

Kutter's face splits in a grin as Patrick cautiously comes out of the corner. The ref gets out of the way, and the two men tie up once more. Kutter again goes for the side headlock, only to be backed to the ropes once more. He's sling-shot off the ropes, and Patrick catches him on the rebound with an attempted arm drag. Kutter blocks, however, and catches Patrick by surprise with an enzuigiri.

"Great ring presence by Kris Kutter, taking advantage with a shot to the side of Patrick's head."

Patrick is up quickly, but Kutter smells blood and lays in with a vicious right hand. Patrick, hardly having the chance to gain his footing, is knocked on his back. Kutter pulls him up and starts to whip him across the ring, but Patrick reverses and it's Kris who hits the ropes. Patrick catches him on the rebound, sliding around behind and locking in a tight sleeper hold.

"Right there's a great sleeper, trying to choke out Kutter," King comments.

Kris escapes the hold, and quickly snaps the Prince to the mat with an arm drag. Both men pop to their feet and Patrick goes for a boot to the mid-section, only to have it caught by Kris. His eyes widen before he's taken down.

"And a nice single-leg takedown from Kris Kutter, he may be able to lock in that Arizona Krab now."

"Get out of there, Pat!"

Kutter goes for the dreaded Arizona Krab, but Patrick is fortunate enough to be near the ropes. He pulls himself just a few inches closer before the hold is synched in, and grabs hold for dear life. The ref sees this and immediately tells Kutter to release the hold. Kris ignores him, forcing the official to start counting.

"And in typical Kutter fashion, we see him utilizing the full five-count. He wants to do as much damage as possible while Patrick Lawler's down."

Finally he has to let go or risk disqualification, something he does not want. Patrick rolls away from Kutter and tries to get to his corner. Kris sees this, however, and decides to take action. He grabs Patrick by one leg, pulling him back as he desperately tries to hop to his corner. Finally he gives up and rights himself, turning just in time to be taken to the mat by a hard clothesline from Kutter.

"Kris seems to be dominating here thus far," J.R. comments.

"So?" King replies. "Patrick's just waiting for a golden opportunity to present itself. Watch."

Kutter goes quickly for the cover, but only gets a two-count for his efforts. Kutter wipes loose hair from his face and pulls a stunned Patrick to his feet. He shoots him off the ropes, but as he comes back around Patrick wraps him arms around Kutter and, shifting his momentum slightly, takes his opponent down with a belly-to-belly suplex.

"What a beautiful throw by Patrick Lawler!"

"There we go! That's how royalty operates, J.R.!"

Patrick pulls Kutter up and whips him through the ropes, sending him crashing to the canvas. Manhunter immediately hops off the apron and stalks Kutter as he starts to get up, but the ref leans over the ropes and warns him off. While the official focuses on Manhunter, however, Devin Jacobs inches his way to his prone rival. In an act of retribution for Kutter's assault on him a few weeks ago, he sends one swift kick directly into Kutter's exposed midsection, knocking the wind out of him. Hands in pockets, Jacobs walks casually away.

"What a low-down move by Devin Jacobs," J.R. says indignantly. "He's not even involved in this match."

"Not involved?" King sound incredulous. "How is he not involved? Half the superstars out there are on 'Team Jacobs' after all."

"You know what I meant, King," J.R. replies. "He's not competing here tonight."

Patrick's had the time to catch his breath, and climbs out of the ring after Kutter, who's still coughing from Devin's cheap shot. The referee begins his count. The crowd is actually booing Jacobs over Kutter, apparently choosing their side. Patrick pulls Kutter up and drops him face-first into the barricade. Kutter falls back to the floor as Patrick quickly rolls into and then back out of the ring, making sure the ten-count is restarted.

Blood has started to seep from Kutter's nose as Patrick stomps at his head. The fans nearby jeer at the Prince, but Patrick's focused now. In the zone, he continues to physically assault Kris while he's down. After a few more rough shots, he pulls Kutter up and rolls him into the ring, following close behind.

"Kris Kutter is back in the ring, and Patrick Lawler realizes he is now in control."

Patrick pulls Kutter up, only to send him back down with an powerful short-arm clothesline. Kutter's head bounces off the mat when he hits, and a spray of sweat hangs in the air from the impact. Patrick goes for the pin, but at two Kutter's arm shoots up, keeping himself in the match. Not allowing himself to be deterred, he quickly locks in a sleeper.

"Wow. Look at the heart of Patrick Lawler."

Kutter's arms flail as he tries to shake Patrick, but the skilled wrestler has the hold locked in tight. He avoids Kutter's futile attempts to bat him away, instead focusing on sapping the strength and energy from his dangerous opponent. Kutter pushes himself off the mat, getting into a sitting position, but cannot shake Patrick. Lawler rolls with Kutter, even positioning himself above Kris so he can apply extra leverage to the hold. Kris blinks wearily and reaches for the ropes, but his hands waver in the air before falling.

"Kris Kutter may be out, folks!"

The official gets down on one knee and lifts Kris's arm up, only to let it drop lifelessly to the mat. He tries a second time, and gets the same result. Once more will result in Kutter's elimination but, as luck would have it, the third time proves to be the charm. Kutter's arm stays up, illiciting the rare cheer from the crowd. Patrick's eyes widen as Kutter fights his way to his feet, grabbing Patrick's arms and pulling him to the mat with an arm drag.

Kutter tries to take advantage as he rebounds off the ropes, but as soon as he meets Patrick he's caught, and planted with a spine buster. Patrick wastes no time in pulling Kutter back to his feet, and sending him crashing back to the mat with a back suplex.

"You have to believe Kutter's not entirely sure where he is right now," J.R. points out. "A sleeper hold that tight will take a lot of oxygen out of you, and Patrick's taking full advantage of every mistake Kris makes now."

Patrick goes for the pin, but Kutter just manages to kick out at two. Again he slides behind Kutter and locks in a sleeper hold, not giving his opponent the chance to breathe. This time he pulls Kutter to the mat, wrapping his legs around the midsection so as to immobilize the lower half of his opponent's body. Kutter struggles to get free, but to no immediate avail.

"When Kris Kutter first entered the ring, I don't think Patrick thought he had much of a chance, given Kutter's impressive track record thus far. However, as the match wears on we see the Prince becoming more and more confident that he can beat Kris Kutter hear tonight, leaving his team with the five-to-three advantage.

[color=gold]"And a superstar, and athlete (excuse me, a world class athlete) like Patrick Lawler, when he's got you on the mat and he's got you locked up, it's tough to get out."

"But if there's anybody who can, it's Kris Kutter. We've seen from both Kutter and Morgan a certain finesse with mat wrestling, submission holds in particular, where he seems to be able to take and escape as well as he dishes out. And that's saying something."

"Hey, I'm not bashing Kris Kutter. The man made the Submission king tap out, I'm not doubting his skill. But let's just say Patrick grew up in this business, wrestling's a second nature to him. Like walking or breathing."

Kutter's managed to unwrap Lawler's legs from around him, and is pushing himself onto all fours. Patrick is sticking to his hold, however, dead-set on draining every last ounce of energy from his opponent. Kutter eventually gets to his feet, but before he can go on the offensive Patrick releases the hold in favor of a stiff right hand to Kris's jaw. A second right hand takes Kutter down to one knee, and Patrick whips Kris to the ropes.

Patrick goes for a clothesline as Kutter rebounds, but Kris ducks and hits the other side of the ring. On the second pass both men go for the clothesline, in the processes taking each other down. Both Kris and Patrick are laid out flat in the ring.

"Oh, man! Knocked down in the center of the ring!"

"They could hear that in the cheap seats. That was muscle hitting muscle, let me tell you."

The ref sees both men down and is forced to begin a ten-count. By five both men are stirring, and at seven they're both to their feet. Kutter takes the initiative by bouncing Patrick off the ropes, catching him as he comes back with a high-angle back body drop. Patrick's back takes the brunt of the fall, as evidenced by the way it arches after he lands.

Lawler's back up soon enough, however, and swings at Kris. Kutter ducks, and comes up behind his opponent. Locking his arms around Patrick's waist, he pops the hips and plants him with a German suplex. He keeps his grip, pulling Patrick up and connecting with a second, and then a third of the same.

"Kris Kutter with the tri fecta, three consecutive German suplexes!"

Kutter slowly gets to his feet and, staring at the motionless Patrick, let's out a loud shout of frustration. He shoots a hateful glance through his dangling bangs at the Jacobs corner, but none of Patrick's teammates are quite ready to interfere. Kris grabs Patrick's legs and once again goes for the Arizona Krab, this time in the middle of the ring.

"Here we go! The knee is place firmly in Patrick Lawler's back, and he's in the middle of the ring!"

Kutter's special modified version of the classic Boston Crab locks in, torquing Patrick's back in a way it was never meant to bend. The Prince cries out in pain and reaches for the ropes, only to see just how far away they are. His brow creases, and he begins to pull himself across the ring.

"C'mon, Pat, you can do it!"

He manages to scoot Kutter a few inches at a time, with each pull gaining more ground. Soon the ropes are just within reach, his fingertips actually brushing the bottom rope enough to make it shudder. However, Kris moves his knee long enough to scuttle Patrick back across the ring before putting it back into his spine. It was all for naught.

Patrick's arm wavers briefly in the air, before he eventually concedes and taps. The fans cheer loudly, as now it's four-on-four.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lillian speaks up. "Patrick Lawler has been eliminated!"

Almost immediately Manhunter explodes on Kutter's back, not even giving him time to release the hold. Patrick quietly rolls out of the ring and Manhunter lifts Kris up, literally throwing him into a vacant corner.

"The Manhunter looks especially violent now, King."

"He's avenging his fallen comrade, J.R. It's a chivalry thing."

Manhunter towers over the exhausted Kris Kutter, and begins to lay into him with rapid right hands. Soon Kutter's busted open, as Manhunter continues to punch him. The ref tries to stop him, but doesn't have much luck.

"Don't forget, it wasn't much more than a month ago that Kris Kutter handed the Manhunter that embarrassing, if underhanded, defeat. I'm sure the Jamaican Giant has been waiting for this moment for some time."

The official tries to stop him again, but Manhunter just shoves him out of the way. Fed up, the ref begins to count to five, but Manhunter's in a fit of rage and pays him no heed. Having given him every opportunity, the ref finally calls for the disqualification.

"What?"

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lillian says uncertainly. "The Manhunter has been disqualified and is eliminated."

This gets through, as the big man stops pummeling Kutter and turns his attention to the ref. He towers over the smaller man, but the official pulls at the WWEFE logo on his shirt, reminding the Manhunter that he makes the descisions in this match. Thoroughly pissed, the Manhunter nonetheless exits the ring. He picks an unconscious Patrick Lawler up in a Fireman's carry and heads up the ramp.

"And now Kutter's team has the advantage, if Kris can make it to his corner for a tag."

Beaten and bloodied, Kris starts to crawl for his corner. However, Seraphina has re-entered the ring. She quickly makes her way to Kris and pulls him out of the corner and to his feet. Using her impressive strength, she pulls all one-hundred and ninety-two pounds of him onto her shoulders. Backing up to the middle of the ring, she connects with a vicious Fidei. She quickly goes for the cover, but it's clear that Kutter is out.

"And that's three, leaving the teams even and Team Kutter without a captain."

"Yeah, but Jacob's lost his two best men to Kutter. It's hardly a fair trade, if you ask me."

Seraphina rolls Kutter out of the ring and turns just in time to meet his replacement.

TBC - A team mate

[Jussi]

OOC: Sorry ahead of time if its bad, no sleep makes me suck at this game lmao.

To say Kutter was out was an understatement, after that brutal assault and even underhanded tactics of Team Jacobs, however as he crawled to his corner, hoping to make the tag which would have removed himself of legality within this match, the only two who were there to accept the tag were a completely untouched Seamus aside from the scuffle with Prince and a newly "recharged" Misery, and for anyone paying attention to this instead of Seraphina bum rushing the ring as she did. They may have noticed the sadistic grin on the face of the Swede as she watched Kutter, helpless and being pulled away to his elimination in this match up. It was clear she still wasn't happy about him screwing her over, but with a stick to him, it was now a debate of who would step in to take on Seraphina, and it was almost instantly decided for it to be Seamus, Misery taking on the role of ring leader as she shouted at him to get his hands dirty, but not all decisions would go as planned as he almost seemed to refuse to go by her commands, thus it left it up to her, once again cursing the cowardice of her partners. Misery now stepping into the ring, just in time to see the TV Champion turn around to face her, Misery cautiously approaching, hands up and ready, shaking at the wrists while as Sera seemed to just stare back, but all the same obliging, both of them now, slowly approaching the other until inevitably they lock up and begin a test of strength and too many in the audience, the surprise was picked up once they saw the two of them were evenly matched given the heavy size advantage of Seraphina, though it was also weighed against a "Technical Master" of the women's division and perhaps this was giving Misery an edge to stay on her feet against the pure power of Sera. Both nonetheless pushing the other back and forth, neither looking like they were getting best of the other, or atleast that was the case until Misery lifted a knee up, catching Seraphina in the gut.

Jim Ross
"Wow, I must say these two are looking quite even, and I must also suspect we may be in for one hell of a slobber knocker with these remaining six superstars."

Jerry "The King" Lawler
"Are you suggesting that it hasn't been up until this point."

Jim Ross
"I doubt it could be said otherwise, the four superstars eliminated put on one hell of a show, but look at who's left and tell me you can't see the possibilities."

Jerry "The King" Lawler
"Oh there's no denying it J.R., with the names left alone, it promises to only get better."

It would seem the first statement held true, but it was just a shame that for the most part, atleast in the moment it was quite heavily weighted in the favor of the Swede as she watched Seraphina double over from that vicious knee strike to the gut. From here "The Queen of the Night" would simply reign down a few overhead club like shots to the back of Seraphina, effectively getting her to arch her back in pain and even drop down to one knee. This would seem to be just where Misery had wanted her because she quickly followed up by grabbing Sera by her head with both hands and pulling her right leg back, and throwing it forwards, her knee first, letting it collide with her opponents face, taking her back instantly with a shot that wouldn't have surprised fans if they saw a few knocked out teeth laying on the mat from Sera's mouth. Taking control and being in the "Driver's Seat", she held the power to dictate the pace of this match at this moment, and as she began to circle Sera who still was laying upon the mat, moving occasionally, trying to roll on one side only to get a boot to her back or chest, it became clear that the pace and overall tactic being deployed here was to methodically pick her apart. The process only took a few minutes before Misery seemed to be satisfied with what she had done as she began to back off, close to the ropes and poised as if ready to pounce when Seraphina got back to her feet, possibly looking to plant her with that Busaiku Knee Kick which she had struck Manhunter with earlier in the match, taking the big man off his feet. However it did seem Devin again wouldn't be shy of getting involved again, quickly running around the ring as Sera slowly began to get to her feet, Misery getting ready, but no matter how much so, it would all be for naught as Devin was just a bit faster and quickly reached under the bottom ropes to grab ahold of Misery's legs at the ankles for a brief second before letting go, distracting her enough for her to turn around and scold him, no doubt tossing a threat or two out in his direction. Devin could only grin as he bought Seraphina enough time to get to her feet much to the dismay of the fans who greeted this with boos, but nevertheless, no matter how much they boo'd it wouldn't change the fact that Sera was charging the distracted Misery who could only turn around in time and take a few steps forward into a strong closeline which not only threatened to take her head off, but turn her inside out on top of it.

Jim Ross
"Oh come on! She may not be the most popular in the back, but thats just underhanded!"

Jerry "The King" Lawler
"He's doing what he has too, afterall he's rid of Kris Kutter in this match up, now if he can ensure she's out of the equation....."

Jim Ross
"Then he should get in that ring and fight her himself if he's that concerned!"

Jerry "The King" Lawler
"I doubt that, besides why bother when you can just pull someone else's string to do it for you?"

The referee taking his rightful place quickly made his way in the direction of Devin to set him straight, warning him but Devin was aware of the empty threat, what was the worst he could do? Devin's eyes remained on that ring however, and he was quite delighted to see Seraphina tagging out, however not so much to see her tag in Ashley Massaro, another woman. He made sure to shout back at the referee to pay attention, to ensure the ref would see the tag and he did just that as he turned around to keep his eyes locked in on the action. Ashley would practically jump through those ropes in time to catch Misery as she was getting back to her feet and plant her back to the canvas with a closeline, continuing to run through, Ashley would rebound off the ropes and be sent back towards Misery again who quite moronically got back to her feet immediately after hitting the mat only to get planted again by another closeline. The fast paced nature of this match was really setting in, giving these fans feel of just how fast the momentum can swing, one minute your in control, and the next your on the mat. Misery would once again get up immediately but only find herself down again, this time for good it seemed from a sick skull splitting DDT, planting her headfirst into the mat. Ashley wouldn't even wait a minute, feeling the heat of the moment, she quickly got back to her feet and began to drag Misery's fallen body towards a neutral corner, laying her lined up with it, only for she herself to climb it to the 2nd rope, looking out to the fallen Misery and begin to pat her elbow, signaling she was looking to drop it into the cold heart of this witch. However as she was beginning to launch, she noticed Misery's leg shoot up, the sole of her boot pointed upwards, instantly she panicked, not able to stop herself nor do much since she was airborne aside from keep herself righted, but this would just be a downfall as she landed on her feet, her face making contact with Misery's boot, stunning Ashley.

Jim Ross
"Oh a nice counter by Misery, but can she follow up?"

Jerry "The King" Lawler
"If she wants to survive longer in this match, she's going to have too."

Jim Ross
"I have no doubt that Misery would be the one able to do so,after following her career you sort of find a certain respect for her, not able to quite like her, but you can respect her."

Jerry "The King" Lawler
"Or if you just look at her body, haha."

Misery with an opportunity would get back to her feet, slowly but surely as Ashley attempted to catch herself. It wouldn't be until Misery had regained her base that Ashley would do the same. Instantly the "Starstruck Diva" going to strike Misery but she would instantly find herself countered, her arm grabbed and through that, Misery would follow up, Twisting the arm so that Ashley turned to give her back to Misery, from there she would plant a shoulder into Ashley's lowerback and force her up until Misery now fully had her in an Argentine position, better known as a Torture Rack, Misery looking to put Ashley away with an Ignite Memories, however as before, Devin just wouldn't stand for this, now taking a role on the apron as he jumped upon it and began to shout in the direction of Misery who still held Ashley on her shoulders. This much like the last time caught the attention of the woman from Sweden, however it did little to nothing but piss her off as her face instantly flashed over with anger. Though the referee was currently paying attention to Devin, trying to get him off the apron, Misery would disregard him for the moment, just long enough to toss Ashley's body upwards, straightening her out in mid air so that she was pointed straight downwards as she herself fell to a seated position, hitting the driver and dropping Ashley right on her head for the Ignite Memories out of the Argentine. This woman however wouldn't go for the pin, completely disregarding the Starstruck Diva who ironically was seeing stars at this moment. Instead she would get back to her feet and make her way towards her corner to make a quick tag before quickly dropping out of the ring to the mat outside and make her way towards Devin, obviously fed up with his interference, and possibly looking for revenge over the past.......

[Kris Kutter]

Devin saw Misery headed his way and, not wanting to confront the dangerous diva now, he cautiously headed back up the ramp. Misery followed him at a walking pace, stalking him up the ramp and back towards the back.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Sheamus was tagged in. Capitalizing on the beaten Ashley, he quickly covered her. The ref had no choice but to count the pin.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lillian crowed, "Ashley has been eliminated!"

"Well, there goes the Women's Champion."

"Drat."

Ashley rolled out of the ring as Refugee Mike climbed back in to confront Sheamus. The two locked up, with Mike taking his opponent down with an arm drag. Sheamus popped back up and whipped Mike to the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a dropkick.

"Look at the elevation on that dropkick by Sheamus!"

Mike and Sheamus both popped up to their feet, meeting with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Both men struggle for supremacy, when suddenly the lights flicker out.

"Excuse us, ladies and gentlemen, we seem to be having some technical difficulties."

The lights pop back up; Mike and Sheamus have backed off. Sheamus shrugs and they go to tie up again, when suddenly a hand pops up through the canvas.

"Oh my god!"

The hand grabs Mike's ankle, stopping him dead in his tracks. Mike's eyes widen as he looks down, and tries to kick the hand off. A second hand forces its way through the hole, and pulls up the body of Genesis through the mat.

"It's Genesis! What's he doing here?"

Genesis grins evily, and a horrified Mike tries to get out of his grasp. Genesis does not relinquish his grip, and begins to pull Mike back under the ring with him. Smoke fills up from the hole as Mike is pulled underneath, the fans screaming in mock horror and excitement. Mike's hand is the last we see before he dissapears under the ring entirely. Sheamus stands over the hole, before looking to the ref. The official shrugs, before calling for the bell.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Refugee Mike has been eliminated!"

"I'm not sure what we just saw, folks," J.R. says, "But it looks like Refugee Mike's out of this match, one way or another!"

"That psycho just pulled Mike under the ring! How messed up is that?"

Seraphina is the only competitor left. She climbs warily into the ring, not wanting to suffer the same fate as her partner. Eventually she and Sheamus decide to lock up, but the lights flicker again. Accompanied with the flickering lights, the echo of thunder is heard over the P.A. Smoke continues to billow from beneath the ring, and Sera lets go of Sheamus. She throws her hands up, not wanting to continue. She shakes her head, exhasperated, and climbs out of the ring. She grabs her Television championship and heads up the ramp. Sheamus calls up after her, surprised that she's backing out now. The official begins his ten-count.

"It looks like Genesis's presence is enough to scare Seraphina back to the locker room."

"Well, after what happened to Mike, can you blame her?"

"I suppose not."

The ref reaches eight, then nine, and finally calls a reluctant ten. He calls for the bell, the last of Jacobs's team eliminated.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Seraphina has been counted out! Team Kutter are your winners!"

"Ten Thousand Fists" begins to play as X-Pac climbs into the ring. Sheamus shrugs casually, accepting the controversial win. Smoke is still spilling out of the hole, filling the ring and flowing over and out to the arena floor.

"I suppose Genesis wanted to make an impact with his return."

"Well, I promise you Devin Jacobs will notice this betrayal! I'm going to have to tune into ECW next Tuesday to see how he reprimands him!"

With that the scene fades out as we go to the next scene.

END RP