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Slam! On Monday; 20th February 2006
Topic Started: Feb 20 2006, 02:07 PM (149 Views)
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[align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys!
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The FIW World Title is hanging in the balance and Impact turns around to find Manson getting up. Impact sprints at him and Manson is ready, he lifts Impact up...MUSCLE BUSTER! PAIN! MANSON REACHES OVER INTO THE COVER AND JOE JOHNSON HAS RECOVERED ENOUGH TO MAKE THE COUNT!


[align=center]1!

2!

3!

MANSON HAS DONE IT![/align]


CC: Here is your winner and NEW FIW WORLD CHAMPION...JACK MANSON!

KR: JACK MANSON IS THE WORLD CHAMPION!

CM: I can't believe this!


[align=center]Well here's another one (WHAT!)
In the gutter one (WHAT!)
Ghetto runnin em
Troblesome extra double double I come to beat em
The beat em and mistreat em
So what if that I'm cheating.
Every one wanna sound grimey.
Imma show you how come on (ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!)
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But Keith looks hell bent on doing it! He grins to the crowd......BEFORE THRUSTING T-BIRD'S HEAD IN BETWEEN HIS LEGS! HE SCOOPS HER UP...........KEITH WILLIAMS SCOOPS T-BIRD UP AND LEAPS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A SICK PACKAGE PILEDRIVER FROM THE TOP ROPE! THE FANS ERUPT IN A MASSIVE "HOLY SHIT" CHANT, AND WILLIAMS ROLLS INTO A COVER!

[align=center]Yeaah, ohh yeaah!
YEAH!
That's how we gotta be
so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that
Think about playin russian roulette with an atuomatic rifle
My ass against the line blast bullets first
On Line
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IMPACT IS CLOSE TO FALLING OFF, HE REGAINS HIS BALANCE BY GRABBING THE LADDER IN FRONT OF HIS CHEST! IMPACT STANDS UP STRAIGHT AND SWINGS BUT MANSON DODGES IT AND HE CLASPS A HAND AROUND IMPACT'S THROAT! MANSON SHOVES HIM OFF BACKWARDS OFF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE PYRAMID OF TABLES BEHIND HIM! MANSON RETAINS THE TITLE!

[align=center]Toughest step and a rep and a run packin a weapon its wild
Peace to the brothers on Rycher's Isle
Pumping up a trebble and didn't like he's criminally in buck my eye,
Oh my god I'm so high
Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what does it take
to make you get
Making million children SLAM! Slam!
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Oldriod comes to the outside, he grabs his World Championship belt and the ring bell. Orion brings both items back into the ring, he drops the title belt near a corner and then places the ring bell carefully. He grabs Ragin's legs and sets him up for a reverse figure four, Orion then pulls the Master of the Rage up into a crouching position...999 CHRISTIAN DDT!!!! RAGIN'S FACE CANNONS INTO THE RING BELL!!!!

[align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys!
[/align]
Kashmir is driven down onto the glass ceiling. As he does, the glass cracks with the weight and strength. The crowd pop for this, as Maj slowly gets up, he gets up and looks down at Kashmir. He grins, as he suddenly spits onto Kashmir. The crowd cheer for this, as Maj turns to reach for the remote control that hangs above his head. He lifts up his arm, but suddenly stops, as Kashmir is trying to get hismelf up using the back of Maj's pants as leverage. Maj turns around, and Kashmir gets on one knee, letting go. Maj suddenly grabs the head of Kashmir and lifts him to his feet. Then suddenly, Maj throws Kashmir right to the open hatch. Kashmir cannot stop, and runs straight into it. He falls through, but grabs onto the edge of the opening with one hand. The crowd gasp in shock, as Kashmir hangs 20ft above the ring, holding on with one hand. Maj walks over, seeing he's in control. He has the remote with the button on it in his hand. He looks down at Kashmir, and then back at the button. He repeats this a few times, as if deciding. The crowd cheer for Maj. Kashmir, knowing he's in trouble, shouts at Maj.

Kashmir: PLEASE MAJ! NO!

Maj looks down at Kashmir, and shakes his head. He shouts something back to Kashmir.

Maj: SATYEMEVA JAYATE!

Maj suddenly stomps on the hand of Kashmir. Kashmir lets go, and falls through the hole. He body falls and crashes down into the ring below. His body spasms as he does. The crowd go crazy with cheers, as Maj suddenly shuts the hatch and presses the button. The bell rings to signal the end of the match.


[align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys!
[/align]
Lemeiux rolls away from the pin dazed, as Nightmare, visibly winded, pulls him up and pushes him into the corner, landing a headbutt to the chest. He follows this up by whipping Lemeiux to the far corner, Lemeiux jumps up on the top rope instead of hitting it and goes to fly back with a cross body block, but Nightmare moves making Lemeiux hit nothing but canvas and spring up to his feet clutching his stomach in severe pain, allowing Nightmare to grab Lemeiux and hurl him over with a belly to belly suplex, landing Lemeiux right on the back of his head!

[align=center]I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (Ooohh)
Slickly swift blast of the ghastly stashin fashion
Then I provide I provide the you was cheat.
Beside the getto Vibe
Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE
I come across with no fear
For sure!
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Impact drags the steel steps on top of Manson, making sure the cast is under the steps. He walks around the ringside area and grabs the steel chair he used earlier on Sean Madrox. Matt brings the chair back over to Manson and HE SLAMS THE CHAIR DOWN ON THE STEEL STEPS, WHICH ARE ON TOP OF MANSON! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!

[align=center]Un-adult un-rated un-conformed
Digusted, busted you wanna touch it.
To hot! You forgot, you're not ready
You're head could get ruptered.
Hit between the eye
I planned the plan alive
I'm the plonic sonic
UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS
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Logan moves to interrupt the assault, but just as he goes to grab ahold of Orion’s arm, the ECC stops and ducks forward, nicking Carl’s arm and grabbing his leg, WRENCHING THE MAN-GIANT OVERHEAD IN THE SLOPPIEST DAMN ANGLE SLAM YOU’VE EVER SEEN!!!

[align=center]The villian (JUU), crooks (UUU),hot midas in confide us.
See the big black picture if you look inside of
My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic
So kill the copy cat because it's al mastered
Directin' it
When y`all least expected it
And thought it was safe ONYX hit you in the face so
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Richard Markone is sat at his desk, he looks up to see the camera approaching and the Slam! Commissioner welcomes his audience. He spins his laptop around and we zoom in on the Slam logo!

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]
'Slam!' by Onyx continues to blare into the arena as the crowd get pumped up! At the announce desk Kurt Royle, Chip Martin and Dean Venchenzo are all ready to call the action!

KR: Welcome to the fallout of last Sunday’s FIW Déjà Vu pay-per-view! We are live from Uniondale, New York in the Nassau Coliseum!

DV: Last night we had a wonderful pay-per-view, seeing Maj Tahal defeating Prince Kashmir, Hutch finally bringing back the International Championship to Slam!, Toan and T-Bird overcoming Tomoko and Sean Madrox to win the SIC and TAC respectively, Xtreme Kitten became the new International Championship number one contender, and of course we saw Jack Manson once again overco…

CM: Get lucky! He got lucky folks, Matt Impact got too cocky, and it cost him the match, I can assure you, next time will be different.

KR: That’s what you always say Chip! But not to change subjects, we have to tell you, that last night we saw the big downfall of Commissioner Richard Markone, and now Dr. Shultz has declared these next weeks, leading up to Anarchy in the UK, to be a GM of the Week period where 7 lucky Slam! wrestlers get the chance to GM for the night.

CM: And tonight, will be the best night of the 7 week period, tonight I’m excited to announce that the General Manager for the night is…

Charles Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, by request from your General Manager of the night, we ask you to please rise from your seats.

The fans in the Nassau Coliseum rise, I guess they don’t realize who is coming out.

Charles Cruz: It is with great *obviously forced words* honor, that I introduce to you, the true *again forced* FIW World Champion, the King of Slam!, MATT IMPACT!!!

The crowd instantly grow to boos, but no familiar music plays, as everyone in the arena is confused.

KR: Where the hell is he?

Charles Cruz is confused too as suddenly two random people wearing red and black royalty clothing come out and unroll a red carpet, as soon as the carpet is unrolled, a tall person in red and black royalty clothing and a paper and mic in hand come out followed by 8 trumpet players playing a royalty type song. The lead guy stops at the edge of the red carpet down by the ring before speaking up.

Royalty Guy: By order of the king, tonight’s event will be a special one to honor the King of Slam!. All rise and be ready to bow at request!

DV: What is the shit!?

CM: Quiet Dean!

Royalty Guy: ALL HAIL THE KING!

The trumpet players begin to play as sudden the entrance way parts way as a huge royalty chariot appears. The royalty chariot is basically a gigantic cube-shape on a gigantic rectangular base. The bases’ ends extend base the cube-shape, and the ends extend to a golden bar on each of the four sides. On each gold bar is two slave/peasant looking person holding up the chariot. The cube chariot part itself is made of gold and velvet and although not seeable, you can see inside that there are some people. As the chariot reaches the ring, it is lowered so that the person or persons inside can easily go into the ring. The chariot drapes open as first comes out a court jester, and then two royalty guards. The guards part the ways between the middle and top ropes allowing for easy access as the fans instantly boo as they see the King of Slam! Matt Impact in his robe and crown, with anger in his eyes as he goes into the ring and grabs a microphone, he is instantly surrounded by his guards and his court jester stands in the ring too. The peasants drop the chariot down to the ground carefully as the trumpet players stop playing and you can clearly hear the boos and jeers from the crowd as Impact speaks up.

Impact: This reaction angers me! You should have more respect for you majesty!

More boos.

Impact: For one and a half long years, I practically put FIW on my back and brought the ratings higher than ever, and this is the god damn thanks I receive!?

KR: Oh, that’s a load of bull.

DV: You said it Kurt.

Impact: Just look at you guys in the front row.

Impact points to a row of twenty year olds who are laughing and thinking they are cool cause they are on television now.

Impact: You laugh at me, you think I’m a pompous asshole, but yet you don’t realize that in the quick two years I’ve been in FIW, I’ve accomplished more than any other wrestler. I was on Rising for only one month, before being called up, where I quickly won a tag team tourney and became Slam! Tag Team Champion, before quickly outshining my partner and winning a roster-wide Battle Royal and becoming Slam! World Heavyweight Champion. I’ve beaten the so called “living legend” Ragin’, I was the youngest two time World Champion in the history of wrestling itself! I brought Slam!’s mediocre ratings to their all-time high. I’ve accomplished more things in my short wrestling career, than some people backstage ever will! And yet, you boo me, and disrespect me and you don’t see the truth!

DV: What truth!?

CM: That Matt Impact is the King of Slam!.

Impact: February 12, 2006… I was screwed over! Unlike what others who will remain nameless claim, it was the biggest screw job in wrestling’s history!

The crowd boo as no one seems to get where Impact is going.

Impact: It was blatantly obvious, that Tommy Owens wanted me to lose. He wanted to watch me lose in Madison Square Garden, so he can have stories to tell his grandchildren when he retires. He can now tell the story, “The Day I Screwed Over Matt Impact”. Everyone saw it at Déjà Vu, I had Jack Manson in the palm of my hand, the FIW World Championship was in inches of my reach… but Tommy Owens HAD to screw up the count because I got up!

KR: Whoa! You purposely got out of the count to try and give Jack Manson his own finisher, that wasn’t Tommy Owens fault.

Impact: But don’t worry Tommy, we all get revenge some day, and tonight I officially proclaim, that payback is a bitch! And tonight many people will feel my wraith as King of Slam!. Tonight, Matt Impact gets his way for once, MY party, MY night, MY Slam!, has just begun, get used to it!

“Asshole!... Asshole!... Asshole!...”

Impact: Call me what you want, but at the end of the night, you’ll realize the truth, I’m the brightest and best wrestler to ever live!

DV: Yeah, and I’m the President of the United States.

CM: Hey, even after getting hit in the head too many times, you’d be an improvement in that office.

KR: Ha, ha, alright Chip, I must admit, that was a good one.

Impact: Tonight, we will see the kick off match for the Tag Team Lethal Lottery. The next few weeks, teams will go head-to-head with the winning team going on to the following team, and one step closer to the FIW Tag Team Championships. And for tonight, the team of Rylee Starr and Prime will be finally made after a few weeks of them working together. And then, for my viewing pleasure, we will see Tomoko Onamari, the FORMER Slam! International Champion…

Cheers for the name, boos for the word former, they obviously wanted Tomoko to win!.

Impact: Team up with the NEW Slam! International Champion, Toan!

KR: That team will never work together well.

CM: I know.

Impact: We will also see the Tactical Assault Championship be defended, and we will see Sean Madrox get a chance to win back what he lost at Déjà Vu. But, it will be in gauntlet format! Which means… guess what!? Sean Madrox will be first to enter and must defeat two people to even face T-Bird, and three people to win back the belt!

Boos!

KR: That ain’t fair!

Impact: Sucks to be Sean Madrox. Also, the TAC Stipulations will take affect for the final two, so whether it is Madrox vs. T-Bird, Williams vs. T-Bird, or Big Baby Sweets vs. T-Bird, the rules will take affect.

Cheers for finally seeing a TAC stipulation take place.

Impact: Then, our main event, we will see, for the first time in Slam! history, the battle of the elites! Orion Oldriod will go one-on-one with that bastard of a champion Jack Manson. Non-title of course, but I can assure you, tonight will be a night Jack will want to forget.

DV: Yeah, right.

Impact: But finally, the last match that needs to be announced, and I want to take the time to do so. Xtreme Kitten won Slam! International Contendership rights last Sunday at Déjà Vu. But I figured, ah, what the hell, he deserves a quicker match, and who better than the Grand Sl… wanna-be Hutch!?

Jeers!

KR: What the hell, Hutch won the International Championship at Déjà Vu fair and square, and he is now officially the first person to ever become Grand Slam Champion.

CM: TAC… TAC… TAC!

DV: That would be five titles, grand slam equals four.

CM: So? The TAC was made before he won it!

Impact: I heard Hutch had the biggest after party in the history of FIW to claim he is the Grand Slam Champion now, but it is more like wanna-be to me. Hutch, don’t claim to be something you are not, I am the true Grand Slam Champion, I’m bigger and better in this business than you’ll ever be. And tonight, I guarantee that you will walk into your match International Champion, but walk out a nobody like you always have been.

The crowds boo grow loudly until… the lights in the arena dim suddenly, and a hush falls over the audience. Freddy Mercury's vocals fade in....

[align=center]Tonight, I'm gonna have myself, a real good time,
I feel ali-ii-ii-iive,
And the wooooorld is turning inside ou-out, Yeah!
I'm floating around, in ecstasy..........

So......
[/align]

At this point, golden sparks begin to fall from the rafters with a soft "Shhh", the initial stream timed perfectly with the next line.

[align=center]Don't..... stop me now....
Don't stop me now.....

Cause I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time![/align]

Pyro cracks along the stage, starting at the left and the right, and meeting in the middle.


[align=center]BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM![/align]

As the smoke clears, Hutch can be seen in the smoke, jogging out onto the stage. He grins, and spins in a circle, holding his arms aloft.

[align=center]I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping meeeeeeeeee!
[/align]

Hutch struts down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way. He pauses, grinning and pointing out to a "Hutch" sign in the audience, thumping his chest, before spinning around again in a circle. He reaches the ring and pauses, one foot on the apron, one arm holding the middle rope. He leans backward, and looks around again at the crowd, before letting out a "Woo!" and hauling himself up onto the apron.

[align=center]I'm burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man of you
[/align]

ow in the ring, he hops up onto the second turnbuckle, and poses for the crowd, his arms outstretched, and his head tilted back. He grins, and the music fades out on the line:

If you wanna have a good time just give me a call!

KR: Hutch is in the ring with a mic.

Hutch looks at the whole set of royalty crap Impact has going on and just burst out laughing as the fans cheer.

Impact: Yeah, laugh all you want, but I’ll have the final laugh when I assure you lose your belt to Xtreme Kitten tonight.

Hutch adjusts the International Championship on his shoulder before speaking up.

Hutch: What is this crap, you have a chariot, trumpet players, a jester, guards, seriously, you don’t deserve this! What have you done in your short career, win the FIW World Championship two times, only to lose it before you had a chance to take it all in. I on the other hand, am the first ever Grand Slam Champion, and have been through more things that you can ever dream of in wrestling. You call yourself the King, Matthew, and to be honest I agree.

KR: He agrees? Huh?

Hutch: Yeah, in fact, remember? You even had that song?

DV: Song? Matt Impact had a song?

The crowd looks just as confused as Impact, as Hutch gestures him to remember.

Hutch: Yeah, remember? It went... Oh, how did it go? Oh yeah...."

CM: Please tell me he's not going to sing.

But sing Hutch does, complete with actions and a funky dance, wiggling his butt and arms:

Hutch: OOOOH! I'm the King of the Swingers Baby,
The wrestling VIP,
Got a real hairy back,
And I aint worth crap,
And that's what's been botherin' me......"


Impact: That's not funny! Stop that!

Hutch winks at him, and continues his dance, and his song:

Hutch: I wanna be just like Hutch, man
'Cause he's the Grand Slam Champ,
He's so much better than all other men,
While I'm stuck dicking around,


Impact: STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!


Hutch: Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you, Hutch
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you, too
You'll see it's true
An ape like me
Can learn to be human too!!

Hutch halts his little dance, as the crowd laugh wildly, and Impact fumes.


KR: You tell him Hutch!

CM: He’s making Impact mad.

Impact: Hutch, you may have the respect from these pieces of shits for your pointless little routine!

Impact points to the now booing crowd.

Impact: But I have the title of King of Slam!, and if anyone should’ve been the first ever Grand Slam Champion, it would be me! Not you! You’re nothing but a Ragin’ lackey, nothing more, nothing less. You may have defeated one of the many talent less bastards over at Tuesday Night Crapdown, but who couldn’t do that!? Heck, I know for a fact that if any of those prima donnas came onto Slam! thinking they were better than us, I’d eat their heart for dinner. They couldn’t keep up in a ring with the King of Slam! if they tried, but you, you think you are something special.

Hutch: No Matt, you see, I KNOW I'm something special!
I know I'm exactly what these fans came here to see, and I give them exactly what they want! True, classic style proffesional wrestling, and, of course, a weekly dose of ME! Now how's that, for a slice of fr......

Impact then cuts off Hutch.

Impact: Then what is true wrestling Hutch!? Bending over backwards for these punks and these internet geeks who can’t get any so they cheer on some peoples names and take it like it their own damn lives in the ring? No… not to me, to me, its about three people, me, myself, and I! If I can’t succeed, in this ring, fuck everyone else, they don’t deserve to succeed either! And tonight, you will not succeed in this ring, tonight it is about what I want, you will lose tonight, I promise you!

Hutch: You have a tendency of breaking your promises don’t you!? First you promised you’d beat Jack Manson the first time, then the second, last Sunday you broke the third, tonight, the dumbest ass promise an ape ever did make you promised that I'd lose my International Championship, and that, my friend, just won't happen.

The crowd cheers as Impact goes to say something but is interrupted by Hutch.

Hutch: How’s that for a slice of fried gold?

Hutch exits the ring and walks back up the ramp laughing at the royalty items at ringside as he exits the ring and as Impact looks angered that Hutch even came out in the first place.

DV: Impact doesn’t look too happy.

CM: Hutch just ruined his opening ceremony!

Impact: Alright, fine Hutch, you retain, I’ll give you a million freaking bucks if you retain, ‘cause tonight, you go through living hell, how’s that for some impact?

The crowd boos as Impact mocks Hutch’s catchphrase a bit, yes I know, pretty corny, but anyways, the trumpets begin the play as Impact is escorted by his royal guards and jester back into the royal chariot which is lifted by his slaves. They then take him back up the ramp as the entrance area splits up again to make room for the chariot, as he is then followed by the guy who led out the trumpets, and then the trumpet players them selves as the red carpet rolls up, and the trumpets slowly fade out.

KR: Well, we should now move on into our first match, the tag team Lethal Lottery!

DV: OK, let’s get this match underway.

CM: Rather eager, aren’t you?

DV: Yeah, well… Jason misjudged how much free time he had so he’s just writing this match as fast as he can to meet the deadline and not let anybody down.

CC: The following contest is our opening encounter of the night and is a Lethal Lottery tag team match!

The arena lights begin to faint into darkness as the bass in the speakers begin to rumble and it jumps into What You Waiting For? as a sexy body walks out onto the stage and raises her hands into the air and strobe lights filter the stage as the crowd begins to cheer.

[align=center]What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for!?[/align]
Rylee slowly walks towards the ramp and she begins to walk down the ramp shaking her hips and her hands in the air in the form of an ‘X’. She makes it to the ring and slides into the ring on her knees as she gets up shaking her head to the beat of the music. Rylee climbs the turnbuckle as she raises her hands again as the song dies down and she awaits her opponent.

CC: Introducing first…RYLEE STARR!

O Fortuna blasts over the PA, presenting a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. He poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord…

The grinding hard rock of Princes of the Universe starts to bellow over the PA as the arena lights give way to a spectacular pyro burst and celestial light show. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung. A soon as he stands before the capacity crowd, he reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect pops all around him and consumes his body in smoke. Prime then burst from the smoke all pumped up and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the while time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his “Prime pose” once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match.


CC: And her partner, from San Diego California…PRIME!

The arena lights dim, as Korn’s here to Stay begins to play.

[align=center]This time, taking it away
I've got a problem, with me getting in the way
[/align]
Tomoko strolls out to a huge ovation from the crowd. She stands at the top of the ramp she looks around at the crowd and smirking slightly. She then raises both arms in a powerful pose.

She walks slowly down the ramp, looking intensely focused.


[align=center]This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating.
Anticipating, all the f**ked up feelings again.
[/align]
She steps into the ring and walks to the centre and holds up both arms to a huge pop from the crowd.. She walks to the corner and steps up on the middle turnbuckle and raises her arms. She steps down and stand on the spot, looking focused, awaiting her opponent.

CC: The opponents, first, she hails from Tokyo Japan…TOMOKO ONAMARI!

KR: This can not be good for Tomoko, having to team with the man who stabbed her not too long ago.

DV: With a fork, none the less. Reminded me of when Abdullah The Butcher used to use that fork on people in those old All Japan tapes I’ve got.

KR: And what with Tomoko looks like right now, I doubt she’s in any condition to wrestle.

CM: Yeah, well… she is now so get ready for some kick-ass action, folks.

The tunes of “Nymphetamine” by Cradle Of Filth sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system but the Deathmatch Bastard is no-where to be seen… the music continues to play but nobody is coming out from behind the curtain.

KR: I don’t like the looks of this…

DV: Why?

KR: Look!

The camera turns to see someone has hopped over the guardrail in a long black robe with a red pentagram on the back brandishing what appears to be a silver object in their right hand!!

The figure slides into the ring behind Tomoko which causes their hood to fall backwards…

KR: Toan!!

Needless to say, the crowd knows who it is as well reacting with a tremendous round of jeers as Toan then takes the object he has in his hand and jabs it into the infected wound of Tomoko before she even knew he was in the ring!!

A picture of pain is etched into the face of Tomoko as she clutches at the affected limb as Toan viciously stabs at it.

DV: Jesus, did you just see Tomoko’s face then?

KR: Toan is just maliciously assaulting Tomoko with that… I think it’s a fork, possibly.

DV: Yeah, it’s always a fork with Toan…

Joe Johnson tries to separate the two apart but gets pushed away by the Crimson King… Joe tries again but this time gets an elbow in the face for his troubles!

Joe signals for help as Prime and Rylee look on befuddled at the goings on as several security members rush down and attempt to prevent Toan from causing any more damage to Tomoko as tickles of blood start to drip out of her arm from the assault…

The security team make their best attempts to avoid the wild fists and stabs with the fork as they drag Toan to the outside.

KR: My God… someone get Tomoko an ambulance!

Joe favours his cheekbone as he inspects the wound caused by Toan on Tomoko… Tomoko grits her teeth as she clutches at the affected limb.

However, on the outside Toan kicks away one of the bigger members of the security team and pushes away another before stalking his way around the ringside area to the corner where Tomoko is located and goes into his tights…

Toan pulls out a bag with a white substance inside, creates a cut with his fork and sprinkles the contents over the open wound of Tomoko who instinctively begins screaming blue murder and rolling away from Toan as it’s visible the pain has just been made worse.

DV: Oh, that’s definitely salt… nothing hurts worse than salt in the wounds.

KR: Adding insult to injury.

CM: The Vietnamese used to do that to American POWs.

Toan is once again tackled by security who he pushes off once again as the crowd looks to be in dismay at the unfolded events.

Toan makes his way to the timekeeper’s table and picks up the house mike… making threats left, right and centre to anyone who dare cut off the feed.

Toan: Stage Two… is complete.

A mass of boos follow the statement…

Toan: Next week, Tomoko… we go onto Stage Three… you, Tomoko, are going to find out that Lucifer dwells within us all as you go on to face the horror of Hate.

See you in Disneyland…


Toan lets loose a menacing chuckle as he throws the house mike back in the face of the timekeeper and makes his way back up the ramp, having his fork confiscated by the security. Prime and Rylee Starr have been left standing in the ring with referee Joe Johnson, who shrugs and calls for an announcement.

CC: As a result of a forfeit…RYLEE STARR and PRIME!

KR: Prime and Rylee Starr advance in the Lethal Lottery to next week, where they will take on another random team.

CM: Hey, if this continues then Starr and Prime could go all the way to the Tag Team Championship shot!

Prime and Rylee leave the ring, slapping hands with the fans on their way back up the ramp. Their work for the night seemingly done and without even breaking a sweat!

The camera cuts suddenly to a busy corridor. But this is not backstage on Slam!, but instead there are nurses and doctors rushing past. This is, apparantly, a hospital. Medical staff walk into different rooms, some holding clipboards, while the camera moves through the see of white lab coats and blue scrubs. It comes to a room. On the door, it reads "PATIENT: MAJ TAHAL". The door slowly opens and the camera moves in. The room is like a normal hospital room, with a window, a bed, some equipment that shouldn't be touched, a chair, and some weird swivel TV that's just above the bed on an arm. The room though is empty, but a suitcase is on the bed. On the bedside table are three get well soon cards. One has some beautiful Indian mountains on during a sunset, one is a picture of Guru Nanak, and the last has a picture of an alien autopsy. Suddenly, through another door at the side, a flush is heard, soon followed by the door opening. Through the door walks Maj Tahal, doing up his zip on his trousers. He's wearing his casual attire. He looks up at the camera and suddenly jumps in shock. He quickly does the zip back of the way up. He grins weakly, before speaking.

Maj: You caught me in a bad time there. I guess you're here for that "Injury Update" that I was told about, are you?

The camera nods.

Maj: Well, I guess, as you can see, I'm fine. After my match with Kashmir, I suffered some slight bruising of the muscle and what was originally thought to be a brain tumour, turned out to be tuna spilled onto my X-Ray by the clumsy doctor who ate his lunch over it. But now it's all OK, and no harm done. The same though cannot be said about my partner, Prince Kashmir. He only woke up from the gas a few days ago, and on top of his injuries, I'll be suprised if he makes it to next week's Slam!, nevermind show his face this week.

Maj looks across the room and spots his cards. He walks over to them, and picks up all three. He first reads the one with the mountains on.

Maj: Aren't these nice? "To Maj, Well done, get better soon, Love From, Jayati". She never was one for words in cards.

Maj reads the next one with Guru Nanak on it.

Maj: "Dear Maj, You show the traitor who's boss, let Guru Nanak help you heal in this time, From General Kumar Singh". So thoughtful.

Maj finally reads the one with the alien autopsy on it.

Maj: "Maj, don't trust the staff, you could be next, Sam". Always looking out for me...

Maj then places all of them in his suitcase, and zips it up.

Maj: I guess since you're here I should really give you an update on my life. The General and Jayati have both gone make to Bombay. Jayati is living there now and the General has gone to help here for the first few months. Sam and me are now the only ones left of the original 5 that came. But I've got a new look on life that I'm going to start. It's called the "3 Cs". Confidence, Charisma, and Curry. If I live by those three golden rules, then I can't lose.

Suddenly, the door opens and in walks in a nurse. She's a 20 stone woman, with a big mole on her face and what appears to be facial hair. Maj jumps when he sees her.

Maj: Holy Moley, Wally Walrus has arrived.

The nurse suddenly turns and gives him a stare that could scare flies off shit.

Maj: Don't get me wrong, I'm sure your husband didn't marry you just because he was blind. That is before he got crushed beneath you.

Maj's change of attitude is shocking, seeming as three seconds ago he was seeming as if his new outlook had made him an all around nice guy. The nurse walks straight up to him.

Maj: Please, take what you want, just don't eat me.

She suddenly grabs his throat. He screams as he opens his mouth in shock. She suddenly lifts something out of her pocket. They are two pills. She shoves them into Maj's mouth, and shuts it after. She holds it shut until Maj has no choice to swallow. His struggling becomes less and less, until he finally stops, and the nurse lets go.

Maj: Thanks, Pippa.

She nods, and goes over and starts to make the bed. Maj turns to the camera.

Maj: It seems like Jahannum did have some effect on me. It's a type of tourettes that has been caused by numerous bumps to the head. It's only short term, thankfully, but basically I have these fits when I insult a person's appearance or problems. It sounds amusing, I know, but when you've got some crippled boy who's a fan visiting you while your in hospital, and you get a fit....let's just say he won't be eating rice pudding in a hurry again.

Pippa nods to herself when Maj says that.

Maj: But I need to leave now, my house awaits me. I'll see you all next week.

The camera cuts out.

KR: Our next contest is for the FIW International Championship, which was won from TNT's former member Bill Kuriyama by Hutch at Déjà Vu!

DV: A great night for Slam! in Madison Square Garden, winning BOTH the Interpromotional matches but you've got to give it to Bill Kuriyama and the Merchants of Menace, they put up a hell of a fight.

KR: It's arguable point whether Hutch is a Grand Slam Champion as the TAC is still in experimental phase.

DV: Whether he is or he isn't, he's one of the all time best to ever compete in a Slam! ring.

CM: Can I get a word in now?

DV & KR: NO!

CC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the FIW International Championship!

A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel begin hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten stomps on the metal stage in time with the beat of the hammer, he stays on the stage stomping until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose.

I clench my teeth and realize
My world is so near its demise
A dying sun in a poisonous sky
Stinging my eyes
Burning with contempt and conflict


The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walk down the ramp as the above verse is performed. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side.

As of now
I am a tool
Of severe impact


Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again stomps with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring towards the announcers table but they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs.

I clench my fist and visualize
The blood that is spilled is our own
I open wide my bloodshot eyes
Count the dead
A result of dysfunction


Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match.

CC: Introducing first, he is the challenger from Shoal Bay Australia and accompanied by Lucy...XTREME KITTEN!

The lights in the arena dim suddenly, and a hush falls over the audience. Freddy Mercury's vocals fade in....

[align=center]Tonight, I'm gonna have myself, a real good time,
I feel ali-ii-ii-iive,
And the wooooorld is turning inside ou-out, Yeah!
I'm floating around, in ecstasy..........

So......
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At this point, golden sparks begin to fall from the rafters with a soft "Shhh", the initial stream timed perfectly with the next line.

[align=center]Don't..... stop me now....
Don't stop me now.....

Cause I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time!
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Pyro cracks along the stage, starting at the left and the right, and meeting in the middle.

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As the smoke clears, Hutch can be seen in the smoke, jogging out onto the stage. He grins, and spins in a circle, holding his arms aloft.

[align=center]I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping meeeeeeeeee!
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Hutch struts down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way. He pauses, grinning and pointing out to a "Hutch" sign in the audience, thumping his chest, before spinning around again in a circle. He reaches the ring and pauses, one foot on the apron, one arm holding the middle rope. He leans backward, and looks around again at the crowd, before letting out a "Woo!" and hauling himself up onto the apron.

[align=center]I'm burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man of you
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Now in the ring, he hops up onto the second turnbuckle, and poses for the crowd, his arms outstretched, and his head tilted back. He grins, and the music fades out on the line:

If you wanna have a good time just give me a call, and Hutch thumps his chest once more, before leaning against the ropes, awaiting the start of the match.

CC: And his opponent, he is the current reigning and defending FIW International Champion...HUTCH!

Hutch plays to the crowd, being his usual cocky self as he hands his title belt over to assigned referee Mark Jackson. Jackson hands it through the ropes to the timekeeper and calls for the bell as the two competitors begin circling the ring. They go to lock up but Hutch dodges it and spends a moment or two fixing his hair as XK shakes his masked head. Hutch turns around into the grapple, XK holds the weight and height advantage. Hutch is quick to acknowledge that fact, he turns it into a standing side headlock on Xtreme Kitten. He increases the pressure slowly before going behind into a hammerlock on the Australian competitor.

KR: Hutch is losing 2 inches of height and around 45 pounds to the Kitten, which isn't so much when you think back to the Bunkhouse Brawl where he defeated a larger man in Orion Oldriod.

CM: Hutch can go, I'll give him that. He's beaten the biggest and baddest before so a small matter of an inch or two and less than 50 pounds isn't going to bother him that much.

XK loosens Hutch's grip before he ducks underneath Hutch's arm to go behind and he applies his own hammerlock. He then goes to add half a full nelson into the equation but Hutch is quick to escape. He spins around and catches XK with a boot to the gut before grabbing his arm. He wrenches it over his head, twisting the arm and then yanking down on it. XK goes down to one knee, he then comes back to break the grip on his arm and he again gives Hutch a taste of his own medicine by applying the same arm wrench as Hutch just did! XK yanks down on it, his feet banging against the mat as he does before Hutch snatches his arm away and gets his opponent in that standing side headlock that started this whole match out!

DV: Unusual to see Hardcore Pussy try to match technical ability here but after the war he went through at Déjà Vu, it might be all that surprising to see him slow it down to start this match off.

KR: Xtreme Kitten of course competed in a fatal four way against Keith Williams, Rylee Starr and Prime to earn this title shot.

DV: Refreshing to see a title shot earned in this day and age I have to say.

XK backs Hutch into the ropes, he delivers forearm smashes to the gut of Hutch to get him off him before sending him across the ring to the opposite ropes. Hutch bounces back and his momentum allows him to knock down the stationary XK with a shoulder block. Hutch plays to the crowd for a moment, extending his arms for their approval before running against the adjacent ropes. XK slides into position for Hutch to step over him, stepping on his back in the process and then XK leapfrogs over him on Hutch's return. XK goes for a clothesline which Hutch promptly ducks, Hutch then tries a clothesline of his own that Xtreme Kitten ducks! They both now come off the ropes and XK catches Hutch with a Roundhouse Kick to his head!

CM: First real knockdown and it's on Hutch!

KR: XK upped the tempo right there, as soon as he went into the ropes to build his own momentum...bam! Got him.

Hutch is quickly back up to his feet, the former two-time World Champion runs at XK but only finds a Mongolian Chop waiting for him! Hutch again quickly to his vertical base and this time he takes Xtreme Kitten over with a deep arm drag. Both men up at the same time and they have the same idea, a dropkick from each results in a stalemate!

DV: Feet clash on the double dropkick and so far I have to say this match has been rather even.

KR: Both on the same page as far as the dropkick went.

The crowd applaud the standoff as they square off in the centre of the ring. Hutch can be seen warning XK about his "Slice of Fried Gold" which the crowd says along with him. XK's masked face shows no difference in reaction and Hutch slaps him! XK comes back with a strong knife-edge chop of his own that knocks Hutch down to the mat! XK follows up, pulling Hutch to his feet and nailing him with a european uppercut. XK strikes again, this time with an uppercut elbow that knocks Hutch back into a corner.

KR: We can talk about the Championship Advantage here, Xtreme Kitten has to beat Hutch and not the other way around.

DV: That's right, DQ or count out won't do it for Hardcore Pussy. He's got to pin him and make him submit.

Xtreme Kitten whips Hutch across the ring to the opposite set of turnbuckles. Hutch's back slams into the pads before he staggers out into a BACK BODY DROP! XK places his foot on Hutch's face and he spins around, scraping his boot against Hutch's face! Hutch clutches his nose as XK licks his forearms, then hands...elbow drop! He stays on for the cover and Mark Jackson gets down there to make the count...


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KICK OUT!
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KR: Hutch kicked out!

CM: First pinfall attempt of the match goes to XK.

Hutch rolls onto his stomach, reaches out to grab the middle rope to pull himself back up but XK is already up on his feet. He slams a front kick into Hutch's side before pulling him up. He irish whips Hutch across the ring and Hutch bounces back off the ropes to take to the air! Diving Lariat knocks Xtreme Kitten down! Hutch is quick to seize the moment, he stomps down on XK before mounting him to deliver punches down onto his head. His closed fist is illegal and after a 4 count by Mark Jackson, Hutch releases it. He appears to be listening as the referee admonishes him but you can just tell that Hutch is planning his next move in his head. XK turns over and pushes up onto his hands/knees when Hutch catches him with a leg drop to the back of his head! XK slumps back down to the mat and Lucy begins banging her chain against the mat.

KR: Chip! We haven't mentioned Lucy yet!

CM: She is one foxy lady. She can tie me up, chain me up, whatever...anytime she likes baby!

KR: I'm sure she's had better offers.

Xtreme Kitten starts to stir once again, the noise Lucy is making bringing him around but Hutch is feeling confident. He lifts Xtreme Kitten up and takes him to the ropes. Hutch opens him up before nailing him with a STINGING CHOP! The exposed chest of XK, lit up by the chop and Hutch opens him up once more for another CHOP! WOOOO! Hutch then whips him across the ring, XK wraps his arms around the top rope to hold on and Hutch's clothesline attempt finds nothing but air. XK sprints at him but Hutch explodes at him with a FLYING FOREARM!

KR: Wow, out of nowhere! You know guys, a lot of people have been saying this week that this will be an easy defence for Hutch.

DV: Well knowing Hardcore Pussy as I do and how hard he hits you, there's nothing easy about this match or any with the man. Hutch has got a fight on his hands, that I am sure about.

Hutch and XK are both down on the mat...Hutch nips up! The crowd respond in kind with a cheer for the man now residing in Newcastle England. Xtreme Kitten rolls under the bottom rope to the apron and starts getting up. Hutch is watching and he runs at a nearby corner to springboard off the second rope looking for something...MISSES! HUTCH DIVES ALL THE WAY OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR AS XK DUCKS!

KR: GOOD LORD!

DV: I think he landed mostly on his hands and feet before rolling to the side, he protected himself there and that's smart by Hutch.

KR: Whether he protected himself or he didn't, that was a hard landing. Could have blown out a knee or extended an elbow easily.

CM: A good reason right there why you hardly ever see XK performing those high-flying moves.

Xtreme Kitten drops to the ringside floor and he drags a dazed Hutch to his feet. He rolls Hutch back into the ring before joining him, he jumps up onto the apron and then steps through the ropes. Hutch is slowly but surely picking himself up, his intestinal fortitude on show as he manages to stand but he turns right into a SPINEBUSTER SLAM!

KR: Hutch has been left a little out of it by the dive to the outside and that is the result.

CM: Lucy is enjoying that.

Hutch is dragged up to his feet one more time, now XK picks him up into a Military Press position high above his head! XK's impressive conditioning coming into play right here as he holds Hutch above his head for a few more seconds before dropping him down ready for the spinebuster...HUTCH PERFORMS A DDT TO COUNTER!

KR: How the hell did he do that?!

DV: Hutch has made a career out of doing the impossible!

Hutch is still dazed, he is not functioning properly but he manages to drape an arm over XK's chest...


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2!

KICK OUT!
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Both men are now slow to get up, Hutch is being cheered on by the capacity Slam! crowd and it's giving him his second wind as Lucy tries to do the same for Xtreme Kitten. XK drags himself up as Hutch also does the same. Both are on their feet and XK goes for a roundhouse kick...missed! Hutch lowered his head to avoid it and he pushes XK back into a corner. Hutch turns his back to XK and begins asking Jackson about his last count but this is all a ruse...MULE KICK LOW BLOW TO XK BY HUTCH!

KR: Hutch is a master of the low blow!

CM: Just as long as he doesn't waste them all the time like a certain Ric Flair.

KR: Hutch's idol of course is the Nature Boy himself.

Hutch turns around, shrugs at the sight of Xtreme Kitten clutching his groin and launches into XK with a barrage of kicks to the stomach. Hutch pulls XK out of the corner, grabs hold of his head and twist him around into a neckbreaker position. Hutch gives out a "Woooo!" before dropping the bottom out! Hutch spends a few moments once again entertaining the capacity crowd by taunting XK with a few struggled push-ups, making light of XK's status as a fitness freak. Hutch then pulls XK up and whips him into a corner. Hutch runs in after him but XK gets an elbow up in Hutch's face to stagger him back. XK comes out of the corner to stun Hutch further with a Uraken spinning back fist before catching him with a running knee lift! XK makes the cover and hooks the far leg up!


[align=center]1!

2!

KICK OUT!
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KR: A 2-count created by XK!

Xtreme Kitten takes a moment to get his breath back and he then stands up only to find Hutch already there...SPEAR! Hutch makes a cover of his own!


[align=center]1!

2!

KICK OUT!
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CM: Two pinfalls in succession, one for each man!

KR: Hutch didn't hook a leg, that gave XK a clear way out.

DV: Got to hook those legs!

Hutch scrambles onto his feet first, his head must be pounding after the Uraken followed by a knee lift. He makes it to a corner, where he looks as if he is just leaning there to the referee but really Hutch is untying the top turnbuckle pad! He manages to undo it and he drops the pad to the mat. Referee Mark Jackson isn't happy and tries to get the pad back on as Hutch goes over to XK...XK SMALL PACKAGES HUTCH! HE'S GOT THE PIN BUT THE REF IS BUSY!

KR: What a bad break for Xtreme Kitten!

DV: He could have counted to four already!

CM: Who does this ref think he is, an equipment manager or a stagehand?

The referee finally turns around to see the pinfall...


[align=center]1!

2!

KICK OUT!
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KR: Well you knew that was going to happen!

Hutch can be seen clearly smirking as he gets back up at the same time as Xtreme Kitten. Kitten shows a little frustration, he slaps the mat as he gets up. XK catches Hutch coming in with a knee into the gut to double him over. He sets Hutch up in a standing headscissors, perhaps for his Jumping Piledriver...HUTCH BACK DROPS OUT OF IT! XK is quick to his feet but Hutch is ready...IMPLANT DDT! Hutch covers, hooking the near leg...

KR: This could be it!


[align=center]1!

2!

3...NO!

SHOULDER UP!
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CM: That was a close one!

DV: Hardcore Pussy using another of his lives!

Hutch pulls XK to the ropes and drapes him across the middle rope to choke him out. Hutch's knee is positioned right in XK's back to press him down further. He allows the referee to get to 4 again before he releases the illegal move. He pulls XK up and whips him into the ropes, XK comes back off straight into a knee buried into his gut and XK flips over on his way down to the mat. Hutch sees XK about to start getting up and he applies the rolling armbar...

KR: Hutch Clutch!

XK quickly moves to escape from it before it gets locked in and he wriggles free before clinging onto the ropes for safety. Hutch dropkicks the back of his head to get him off the ropes! Hutch then pulls him up and shoots Xtreme Kitten into a turnbuckle. Hutch takes a run up and attempts to ram a running spear into XK...XK moves! Hutch's shoulder smacks off the ringpost! XK peels Hutch off the ringpost and knocks him down with a KAO DODE strike! Hutch is on dream street, he is slowly getting back up but he hasn't got a clue where he is! XK takes advantage, he goes for an irish whip but somehow Hutch manages to hold on and reverse.

DV: Hutch is doing this on instinct now!

CM: He can't have much left in the tank but the same could be said for XK! Both have suffered some heavy blows in this match.

XK comes back off the ropes and performs a lariat to take Hutch off his feet! He then performs a Power Drive Elbow Drop to Hutch's chest and stays on top for another cover...


[align=center]1!

2!

KICK OUT!
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KR: Hutch out of desperation kicking out, I got to believe.

DV: Such a competitive match here on Slam!.

XK drags Hutch up one more time. He shoots him into the ropes and Hutch comes back off to baseball slide through XK's legs! XK goes for an ankle sweep but Hutch jumps over the legs and then sets him up from behind...FUTURE SHOCK!

KR: Hutch's old finisher!

Hutch crawls slowly into the cover, getting body on body for Jackson to make the count...


[align=center]1!

2!

3...NO!

KICK OUT!
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KR: Hutch thought he had it and so did I but XK is a resilient competitor to say the very least!

DV: He disagreed with both of you!

Hutch now is the one pulling XK up, he shoots him into the turnbuckle where the exposed bolt is! XK staggers out in pain and Hutch runs against the ropes behind him looking for a clothesline from behind but XK sees him coming and ducks! XK turns looking for the roundhouse once more but Hutch dodges it! Hutch quickly jumps over the ropes onto the apron as XK is turning around to find him...SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE CONNECTS!

CM: XK down!

KR: What hangtime by Hutch! He jumped over the ropes, jumped back up and springboarded off into the clothesline!

The clothesline turned XK inside out, he's now lying on his stomach and Hutch has to roll him over before he can make the cover...


[align=center]1!

Hutch puts his feet on the second rope!

2!

The referee sees the use of the rope!
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KR: Hutch's cheating ways cost him!

DV: Lucky break for Hardcore Pussy if you ask me.

Hutch asks the referee if it was three, he responds with a shake of his head and points to the ropes. Hutch curses under his breath, the cocky nature has disappeared as he uses the ropes to pull himself up. Hutch signals that the "Slice of the Fried Gold" is coming and the crowd cheer! The cheers soon turn to jeers as Matt Impact and his slaves emerge from the entrance!

KR: Our General Manager for the night? What the hell is he doing out here?

DV: We saw the confrontation earlier between Impact and Hutch!

CM: Maybe he wants a better view?!

Impact sends his slaves to the ring apron, they sprint down and referee Mark Jackson has to stop them coming in. Hutch tees off on two of the slaves, knocking them down off the apron but Matt Impact has snuck into the ring on the other side and he has his sceptor in hand...IMPACT NAILS HUTCH IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH THE SCEPTOR! HUTCH SLUMPS DOWN TO THE MAT!

KR: HEY!

DV: Why did he have to ruin this match?!

Impact exits the ring before the referee turns around, leaving Hutch down and possibly out. Impact and his slaves make their way up the ramp away from the ring as Mark Jackson checks on both competitors. XK is stirring first, as you'd expect and Hutch is holding the back of his head. Hutch is looking at Matt Impact, who has a grin on his face such similar to a Cheshire cat. Hutch pulls himself to his feet using the ropes and he turns right into a CAT KICK!

KR: The Running Pump Kick!

CM: The title is on the line remember!


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CC: Here is your winner and NEW FIW International Champion...XTREME KITTEN!

Lucy brings the title belt into the ring and presents it to her man, XK. Mark Jackson raises one of XK's arms and Lucy the other before she straps the title belt around his waist. Hutch rolls out of the ring still holding the back of his head and now his jaw too as Matt Impact is still delighted that Hutch has lost his International Championship belt.

KR: A combination of Matt Impact's weapon and Xtreme Kitten's Cat Kick has just led to Hutch's downfall!

CM: Impact looks happy doesn't he?!

Hutch starts walking up the ramp towards Impact and he quickly clears the stage, Impact and his slaves disappear backstage and Hutch stops as he reaches the stage. He looks back to see Xtreme Kitten the new FIW International Champ, Hutch shakes his head and leaves the stage in search of the night's GM. Xtreme
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The camera swiftly cuts to a locker room, the usual type… with lockers. As well as the lockers there are several tables with miscellaneous items on them… a half eaten pack of Doritos, a bottle of water… etc. There are also several steel chairs in the locker room, most around the tables but a couple stacked up against one wall. Wait… there’s someone in one of the chairs! Oh no! Misuse of FIW property… oh no… it’s just Prince Kashmir, (not) fresh from his brutal encounter with Maj Tahal at Déjà vu. He looks around, stitches in one of his eyebrows and an almost recovered black eye being the most noticeable differences to the usually pristine Prince. Ah well, aside from that he’s looking particularly flashy today, in an expensive designer suit and with professionally styled hair. Nice huh? Expensive too, but let’s not get into that. He smiles at the camera gently, but wincing slightly.

Kashmir: Didn’t expect to see me yet? Were all of you so-called fans happy to see me drop 20 feet from the top of a cell? And you still cheer from a man sadistic enough to do that to his best friend… fine, former best friend.

But I won’t complain, there’s no use crying over spilt Korma… and more importantly I… I… I don’t want your support.

D-Damn stutter, it’s the gas you know? I’m sure many of you “fans” use it to get high on a Friday. And since I only woke up three days ago I think I’m doing pretty well. I’m not even badly injured.

Kashmir grins at the camera, but winces slightly and places a hand on his back.

Kashmir: But this isn’t the end for Maj and I. No, no, no. Just an intermission until fate throws us into each other’s path once again. Jahannum wasn’t the end. It won’t end until either me or Maj are in a box and being slowly lowered into the ground.

But for now at least, it’s o-over. So finally the Kash Machine can get what he deserves, many title shots, and fast. I think that while Matt Impact, my good friend, couldn’t beat Jack Manson, through unfortunate circumstances, yet I’d be willing to beat Jack Manson into the ground right now, and then grant the King his privilege, to get the first title shot.

I mean, he is the General Manager… tonight anyway.

Yeah right Kashmir, how come you haven’t moved yet? Stand up. I dare ya.

Kashmir: Whoever said that had better shut up!

Said what? Me? Never. Anyway…

Kashmir: So to disappoint all of you fans I’m glad to say I’m not even injured, I’m fine, I could wrestle every guy in that locker room tonight, and the missing Maggot Korps too. His Majesty, Matt Impact, could book me in any match tonight, and I’d win. Tahal’s win was just a fluke. This is now my time, not the era of the Panthera, not Nightmare’s time to moan about how he doesn’t get a title shot, not T-Bird’s time to defend women’s rights… which shouldn’t exist. No. This isn’t anyone’s time but mine.

Déjà vu wasn’t the start, my time started the moment I woke up in hospital. The Kash Machine let’s you take your money occasionally, like you Maj, but you’d better be careful that it doesn’t just keep your credit card! Because eventually you’ll get something, like a victory from Prince Kashmir, but then he’ll take it all away from you…

Just because he can.

Kashmir stands up, pulling a crutch from behind him and uses it to rest his weight on.

Kashmir: I’m a Prince, not a King… yet, but Matt Impact better watch his back, I’m not above regicide.

Kashmir… out.

And with that we fade out…

KR: The following match is for the Tactical Assault Championship!

CM: Yeah, I think that T-Bird is going to suffer her first loss…

DV: Against whom?

CM: Keith Williams.

"Rose Of Shayne" pounds through the speakers. Sweets come out and stand in the middle of the stage and stops. The arena goes dark.

CC: The following match is scheduled for is a Tactical Assault Championship Gauntlet! First to the ring…BRAAAAAD GUUUINNUP!!!

All of a sudden a red pyro on both sides of Sweets shoots up and Sweets begins walking to the ring. Sweets slide in under the bottom rope. Sweets then plays to the fans some more and awaits his opponent.

KR: Well Brad is going to be the first out facing Sean this round.

CM: Sean has already stated that he is going to let Brad advance in the match.

DV: I think that’s an alibi for him to make Brad think that.

The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entry ramp the first few rifts of “Remember the Name” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the flames filled stage.

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The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the flames and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s pleasure as he begins to taunt the crowd with his infamous ‘X’.

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He begins to walk down the ramp admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ once again, soaking in the adrenaline.

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The ladies in the audience go wild as he reaches the apron of the ring and climbs the stairs and he struts himself into the ring; he removes his leather trench coat and climbs the turnbuckle and poses as flashes hit his body.

CC: And the first opponent…SEEEEAAAN MAAAAADROX!!!

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He then removes his semi-transparent shirt and throws it off as his flexes for the crowd a bit demonstrating his roguish looks as he waits for his opponent.

Both men are in the ring and referee Fuzz eyes each opponent before raising his hand high in the air and calling for the bell and Sean quickly sprints across the ring and he lays Brad down with a clothesline as the bell keeper collides the bell and the hammer. Brad crashes down to the canvas and Sean stands over him looking down at his opponent and he runs and jumps on the middle rope and springboards down with a moonsult and he hooks the leg.

KR: Sean is already taking control of the match with that spring board moonsult on Brad.

CM: He is hooking the leg for the pin, but any idiot would know that it would be too early in the match for a damn pinfall.

DV: New guy, maybe he thinks he can put him away that easily.

Fuzz goes for a count, but Brad quickly kicks out of the hold as he climbs to his feet and Sean waits for him in the corner. Brad charges over to Sean and attempts a clothesline, but Sean ducks the attempt and he grabs Brad by the jaw and delivers a sitout jawbreaker and Brad crashes down to the canvas once again. Brad wipes his face to see if there is any blood and he quickly gets up to his feet and he waits as Sean charges at him and he EXECUTES A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX.

DV: Brad is able to get Sean down with a belly to belly suplex.

CM: Sean is a poor excuse for a wrestler, I can’t believe that he lost the damn belt to T-Bird.

Sean gets up merely shocked by Brad’s strength and Brad grabs Sean by the arm and he swings him into the ropes and on the rebound Brad charges and delivers a shoulder block on his smaller opponent Sean following with a huge roar of aggression. Sean lays on the canvas hurt, but he quickly is up to his feet and Brad charges towards him again for a clothesline attempt, but this time Sean ducks the attempt and he kicks Brad in the midsection causing him to back off for a moment. Sean runs to the opposite ropes and he rebounds off of them charging at the bent over Brad and he jumps over the big man grabbing his neck TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A VIGOROUS NECKBREAKER!

KR: Brad takes Sean down with a vigorous shoulder block…

DV: Well Sean didn’t get his shoulders pinned to the canvas, so he was robbed of his belt.

KR: Sean comes back and he takes Brad down with an overhead neckbreaker!

Brad holds the back of his neck as he gets up to his feet and looking at Sean as he motions for him to take his next best shot. Sean walks forward going for a shuffle side kick, but Brad catches his leg and swings it out of the way, as Sean turns Brad grabs him around the waist and HE EXECUTES A SPINEBUSTER on the former Tactical Assault Champion.

CM: He should of realized that Tomoko isn’t as great as she think she is…still he is Mr. Pitiful as Keith Williams puts it.

KR: Brad is able to lay Sean out with a spinebuster!

Sean grabs the ropes pulling himself up to his feet and Brad is already walking towards him taunting him and Sean sprints towards the big opponent and he kicks him in the shin and Brad stumbles forward. Sean wraps his arm around the massive neck of Brad and DRIVES HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN EVEN FLOW DDT. Brad body falls behind him as Sean rolls him over for a pin attempt, but the big man gets his shoulder up before Fuzz can warrant a pinfall attempt.

KR: Sean lays Brad down with a DDT!

DV: I think that Sean was robbed of his belt and he should have a rematch against T-Bird, not fight for his shot in this gauntlet.

CM: Do you have a soft spot for Sean?

Sean gets up to his feet quickly as the slower Brad, is up a few seconds behind him. Sean charges towards the big man and he leaps on his shoulders attempting a hurracanrana, but Brad doesn’t let this happen and HE COUNTERS THE MOVE INTO A HIGH IMPACT POWERBOMB, DRIVING SEAN DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH ALL OF HIS MIGHT!

KR: Brad takes Sean down with a high impacted POWERBOMB!

DV: I don’t have a soft spot for anyone, but I think that it was ridiculous move to make a tag match with both titles on the line.

Brad walks over to the fallen Sean and he grabs him up and tosses him into the turnbuckle showing him immersive strength. Brad walks over to Sean as he hangs onto the turnbuckle trying to recover from the powerbomb. Brad begins to lay in the punches on Sean in the corner as the crowd cheers the man on. Sean tries to block the hits, but Brad has the upper hand on him. Brad stops the attack as he walks around the ring show boating and comes back to continue the attack, but Sean EYE RAKES the big man. Brad walks around the ring swinging; he misses Sean and is taken down with a drop toe hold.

KR: Brad shows immersive strength as he lays in the punches on Sean in the corner turnbuckle.

CM: Did I just see Sean eye rake Brad?

KR: Sean fights Brad off with an eye rake?!

Sean grabs Brad by the head and locks him into a face lock and Brad tries to push Sean off of him, but he isn’t able to get a good grab on his opponent. Brad gets up on all fours trying his best to get Sean off of him, but still he doesn’t have the ability to get the guy off of him. Brad gets up to his feet and Sean still has him locked in the face lock and wraps his legs around Brad’s arm for support. Brad tries to shake him off and there is no way of getting him off and leaves Brad with only one solution; Brad falls back and squashes Sean.

KR: Brad shows that not matter his chucky state that he packs in a lot of strength!

DV: I can’t believe that Brad was able to lift Sean up the way he did…

CM: Sean just got crushed by two hundred and seventy pounds…that shit must fucking hurt!

Sean rolls around on the canvas hurt as Brad gets up to his feet and grabs Sean by the arm lifting him up. Brad swings Sean into the ropes and on the rebound he goes for a clothesline, but Sean ducks the attempt and rolls out of the ring trying to regain his composure. Brad looks outside at his opponent as Fuzz tries to order Sean back into the ring, but Sean leans against the barricade trying to buy himself some time.

KR: Sean rolls out of the ring trying to buy himself some time.

DV: That’s a first.

Sean slides back into the ring and Brad comes from behind and he dries down an elbow drop and Sean laid out stomach down. Sean crawls and he gets up to his feet and Brad swings him around and he kicks in the midsection and Sean doubles over. Brad lifts Sean up in the air for a fisherman’s buster, but Sean counters and he rolls out of behind Brad! BRAD TURNS AROUND AND HE IS MEET WITH A SWIFT KICK TO THE FACE AND FALLS BACK TO THE CANVAS!

CM: SEAN HITS THE BLACKOUT!

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DV: Sean has down it, he has eliminated Brad…

CM: And he said he was going to let Brad advance in the tournament…what a joker!

KR: Well next up is Keith Williams!

The lights go out, leaving the crowd in a blanket of darkness as these words echo through out the arena:

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"Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson hits the PA system and Keith Williams walks out from the backstage area to boos and jeers from the crowd. He holds his arms out to his side slightly above his head, before slowly rotating around in one circle as a series of purple pyros go off around him.

CC: AND NEXT INTO THE GAUNTLET….KEEEITH WILLLLLLIAMS!!!

Mr. Wrestling lowers his arms and starts to make his approach to the ring, but taking time to taunt the fans and offer his hand for them to slap it, only to retract it and laugh in their face. As he reaches the ring, Keith breaks into a slight jog and slides under the bottom rope, quickly getting to his feet and going to the middle of the ring. He thrusts both arms into the air, staring around at the fans in attendance, receiving nothing but boos and jeers in response. Mr. Wrestling heads over to the far corner of the ring and begins to adjust his knee pads and elbow pads, making sure everything is in order as his music finally dies down.

DV: This is going to be hard for Sean since Keith is coming into the match refreshed while, Sean has just finished putting Brad away.

CM: Keith is going to show Sean why he is really Mr. Pitiful!

Keith slides into the ring as Sean gets up to his feet and he kicks Sean in the midsection causing him to fall back down to the canvas as the bell is rung. Sean crawls back up to his feet and as he does Keith lays a right across the face of Sean and he stumbles back a bit, but he doesn’t give up as he comes back with a chop across the chest. Keith is hardly affected by it and he pushes Sean back down to the canvas.

KR: Both of these men clearly want to advance!

CM: I’m going to root for Keith because he bluntly doesn’t give a fuck.

Sean uses the ropes and he gets up to his feet and Keith charges at him and attempts a clothesline, but Sean ducks the attempt and he rebounds off of the opposing rope with a body press laying Keith out on the canvas. Sean gets up and he looks at the turnbuckle and he charges and runs up the second turnbuckle and flips back over for a whisper in the wind, but KEITH GETS HIS KNEES UP JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME to avoid any deliverance of such a move.

KR: Keith gets his knees up at the right time!

CM: Damn Sean is just making it worse on himself.

Sean rolls around on the floor holding his midsection in pain as Keith gets up to his feet and grabs Sean by the hair, he locks Sean’s head into a side headlock wrenching at his neck, but Sean counters the move and HE LIFTS KEITH IN THE AIR WITH A BODY BACK DROP. Both men crash down to the canvas and Sean holds his ribs in pain as he lands awkwardly.

DV: This is going to be hard on Sean, you can see the swelling already building up around his rib area from the botched move.

CM: If Keith concentrates on it, I can see him easily moving to the next stage.

Sean holds his ribs for a couple seconds longer before getting up and turning around looking at Keith charge at him and Sean instinct is to go for a shoulder back toss, but Keith flips right over him and lands on his feet behind Sean. The movement is far too quickly for Sean to even realize and KEITH CAPITALIZES WITH A FULL NELSON SLAMMING SEAN DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH ALL OF HIS MIGHT. Sean rolls over on his side as he back wraths in pain and Keith rolls him back over to hook the leg for the pin as Fuzz drops down.

CM: This can be the end of it.

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KR: Keith was able to nail the full nelson on Sean, I’m pretty sure he felt the impact run through his whole body!

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Sean is able to get his shoulder up in the nick of time and Keith isn’t impressed with Fuzz’s referee skills as he throws his a hard look as he grabs Sean by the head and lays in some forearms and Sean’s head bounces off of the canvas and Fuzz pulls Keith off of him. Keith gets up with his hands in the air as Fuzz mouths him off as Sean rolls around on the floor getting up on all fours. Keith backs up in the corner as Fuzz turns away and HE WALKS UP TO SEAN AND HE LAYS IN A GOOD KICK TO THE MIDSECTION FOR GOOD MEASURE on his fallen opponent.

CM: Keith knows who to warrant himself the win.

DV: He isn’t holding back in this match, he is going to show everyone why Sean shouldn’t have held the Tactical Assault Championship period.

Sean rolls around the canvas as Keith grabs him by the hair and drags him over to the turnbuckle and rams his head into the second buckle. Sean falls back with his back to the turnbuckle as he grabs his head in pain and Keith raises him up to his feet. Keith raises Sean up onto the top buckle and Sean tries to fight back, but Keith lays a jab across the chin and Sean loses thought as Keith climbs up to the second buckle hooking his arms under Sean’s pits. Sean gets up onto the third buckle and so does Keith, and KEITH DELIVERS A TOP ROPE UNDERHOOK SUPERPLEX!

KR: KEITH WILLIAMS WITH A SUPERPLEX OFF OF THE TOP ROPE!

CM: This might be the end of the match for Sean…

Keith goes to hook the leg over Sean, but Sean’s body is half way under the ropes and Fuzz refuses to even start the count and Keith gets pissed as he gets up and pulls Sean top the middle of the ring and then he drops down for the pinfall, but Sean pushes him off before Fuzz can start the count. Keith gets up holding his head that Sean was able to survive such a blow to his body, but Keith gets up and he drags Sean up to his feet and swings him into the turnbuckle.

KR: Sean was able to kick out of such a dramatic move…I can’t believe it.

DV: If Sean body wasn’t under the rope, I’m sure that Keith would have gained the victory.

Keith runs up and he attempts a clothesline, but Sean ducks under and Keith knees Sean in the head and he falls out onto the apron. Sean uses the ropes to pull himself up to the feet and Keith delivers a forearm, but Sean is still holding on and he fights back with a forearm of his own knocking Keith’s balance off. Sean then uses the ropes to cradle his body over the top ropes and he wraps his legs around KEITH’S HEAD AND DELIVERS A HEADSCISSORS INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!

KR: Sean was able to deliver the headache on Williams.

Both men get back up to their feet with Sean first and as Keith shakes his head he turns around and Sean wraps his hand around his throat and Keith’s eyes widen as Sean lifts him off of the ground into the air. Sean gets ready to lay him out, but Keith counters the move and he rolls Sean up into to a schoolboy position grabbing a handful of tights for good measure as Fuzz makes the count.

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CM: This is the end of Sean…

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KR: Keith awards himself the victory with a handful by cheating his way to the next round over the former Tactical Assault Champion Sean…ridiculous.

DV: Williams using the oldest trick in the book.

Sean gets up to his feet and tries to explain to Fuzz that Keith cheated his way to the next round, but Fuzz doesn’t want to hear none of it as he orders Sean to get out of the ring and Sean looks over at Keith with a smirk. Keith shrugs his shoulders as Sean looks down at his wrist and motions that his time will come soon enough. Sean slides out of the ring as the stage hands change the ropes to barbed wire, place a barbed wire ladder in the middle of the ring, remove the mats from around the ring, and place an exploding table in one corner, and T-Bird’s barbed wire chain in another corner.

CM: Well they are doctoring up the ring for T-Bird’s stipulation.

DV: A bizarre one at that too.

KR: Williams has the chance to recuperate for a couple of seconds…

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Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...
I wander out where you can't see...
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed... "
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"Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot hits the speakers as T-Bird comes out from the back almost crawling. Her hair is pulled up into a tight pony tail with a lime green ribbon. She wears a white Maggot Korps t-shirt that is very loose on her body. She is also wearing a pair of baggy black jeans. Paint covers all of her face and her arms also. She reaches the end of the stage bouncing but getting down on her knees.

Charles Cruz: AND THE TACTICAL ASSAULT CHAMPION TEEEE BIIIRD!!!!

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Red pyro hits all around her as she pops out of it landing not to far away. T-Bird throws her arms up getting the fans to cheer even louder than they are now. Some go to their feet as she takes her dash down the ramp letting her hair down and throwing the ribbon into the crowd. A few people fight over it but the others just keep cheering as she slides into the ring sitting up on her knees throwing her arms up.

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Everything is 3D blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not the way I pictured me
I CAN'T CONTROL MY SHAKES!..."
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T-Bird slides into the ring as she looks over at her weapon of choice and Keith looks over at his Steel chair in place and both opponents’ charges for their respected weapons. T-Bird pulls her chain from the corner and swings it in the air as Keith grabs his steel chair and slams it against the floor. Keith comes forward and he tries to hit T-Bird with the chair, but she ducks the attempt and she takes the chain and EXECUTES A JAB RIPPING THE SKIN OFF OF KEITH’S CHIN.

CM: This isn’t going to be a walk in the park for either wrestler…

DV: Keith is already shedding some blood…

Keith drops his chair as he wipes the blood form his chin and he charges at T-Bird and takes her down with a clothesline making her lose her chain in the process. The ladder begins to rattle from the movement in the ring and Keith quickly jumps on it trying to climb to the top to retrieve the Tactical Assault Championship. T-Bird quickly gets up to her feet and SHE GRABS KEITH’S CHAIR AND SHE BLASTS HIM OVER THE BACK WITH IT. Keith falls back into the ring as T-Bird grabs him by the arm.

KR: Keith tried to get the belt quickly, but T-Bird take shim down with a chair blow to the back.

CM: Damn that can be a factor in the match.

Keith begins to crawl towards his corner and T-bird stalks behind him with the chair in hand, he reaches the corner and slips on the brass knuckles as T-Bird lifts the chair in the air for a second blow. She swings the chair and Keith connects with the brass knuckles and T-Bird drops the chair as Keith shakes his hand in pain. Keith gets up and T-Bird grabs her chain, but KEITH LAYS IN A JAB WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES KNOCKING OVER THE REIGNING CHAMPION.

DV: Keith connects with the brass knuckles.

KR: This is going to be close.

T-Bird falls down to the canvas in pain as she holds her jaw, but she toughens up as she gets up. Keith charges at her and she moves out of the way and Keith runs into the bared wire that has been placed to replace the old ropes. T-Bird grabs Keith by the arm and she tries to whip him into the exploding table, but Keith has the barbed wire embedded into his back so he falls down to his knees as his back warrants slashes and blood trickles down.

CM: Such a bloody stipulation…

KR: This should be illegal, no one is able to carry a match this long and endure such pain.

Keith gets up still with the brass knuckles on his hand and T-Bird wraps the chain around her hand and she throws a jab at Keith and connects across his forehead only cutting him some more and her knuckles are shredded also from the glass. Keith is bloodied all over as he uses the ladder to get up and T-Bird throws a second punch, but Keith moves out of the way and grabs her by the hair and SLAMS HER FACE RIGHT INTO THE BARBED WIRE LADDER AND SHE FALLS OUT.

KR: Just end this ridiculous match already…

CM: C’mon KEITH!

Keith once again wipes his face form the trickle blood as he begins to climb the ladder, but T-Bird isn’t far behind as she grabs his leg as he ascends one step at a time. She tries to pull him down, but he kicks her off and she begins on the opposing side.

KR: Both opponents are climbing the ladder now…

Keith is two steps ahead of T-Bird as she ascends up and punches him in the midsection making him lose his balance as he reaches up for the belt. Keith comes back with another blow with the brass knuckles, but connects with the chain. Keith yelps out loud as the glass pierce his fingers and he is vulnerable and T-Bird throws a forearm smash and follows with another punch at Keith with the chain wrapped around her hands and he falls down to the canvas.

DV: T-Bird will retain.

T-Bird climbs all the way to the top of the ladder and she reaches up and grabs the belt, but Keith kicks the ladder out of the way and she hangs on for dear life. She pulls the strap of the belt and falls down to the canvas with belt in hand winning the gauntlet match by luck!

CC: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE TACTICAL ASSAULT CHAMPIONSHIP GAUNTLET…TEEE BIRD!!!

CM: I can’t believe that she retained the belt tonight.

DV: I was surprised with Sean’s foul moves and his smirk before leaving the gauntlet at Keith Williams.

KR: I was hoping Keith won the match …just so that we didn’t have to see another match with this stipulation.

DV: What a freaking TAC Gauntlet that was, whether you like Impact or not, I have to respect the idea for the gauntlet, was brutal and great match.

We cut backstage where we find GM for the night Matt Impact, in royalty gear of course, talking with one time enemy Orion Oldriod. The two are smiling and laughing a bit as the audio fades in over the crowd in the Nassau Coliseum.

Orion: So, can you smell triple champion?

Impact: I sure can, I’ll go inform Jack Manson now. Like I said earlier, this will be a night Jack will not want to remember, just like the way he has been making my life miserable for the past few months.

Orion: Yeah, I’m just glad we can forget our differences in the past and just come up with a good plan like this one, definitely can’t wait to wear that gold again, been too damn long.

Impact: I feel you, but just remember, you should always treat others how they treat you. I give you this, then I get what I want.

Orion: Oh, don’t worry, if we pull this off, you get first opportunity to face me one-on-one with it on the line.

Impact: Sounds good, I got to go now, get ready to go down to the ring man, you’re up next, I got to find Jack, tell him what he needs to know now, and get ready myself.

Orion: See you in a bit.

Both men, still smiling slap hands, as they both go in opposite directions. Impact heads to another locker room, specifically the locker room of FIW World Champion Jack Manson, and after a bit he reaches it and knocks on the door excitedly. After a few seconds, Jack Manson opens it up and is surprised to see who is at his door.

Manson: “What the hell are you doing here, back for another beating like last Sunday at Madison Square Garden?”

Impact gets a little angered by that, but responds cockily.

Impact: No, your beating doesn’t come ‘till later. But I got a nice announcement for you.

Manson doesn’t sound interested at all, as his match is only minutes away as Impact continues.

Impact: Your match, the main event of the evening, will not be just an ordinary match against your old teammate. You WILL be defending you’re FIW World Championship in this match!

KR: What!?

Manson doesn’t care, he knows he can beat Orion Oldriod tonight, no matter what.

Impact: And… it will be under Extreme Chaos Championship rules! Meaning you get to put your title on the line, Orion doesn’t have to, but you got to battle in ECC rules, anything can happen, and get ready to lose your belt tonight.

Impact walks away from Jack Manson, as the camera is left on Manson.

Manson: “Whatever Matt, two can play your games, I’m going to walk out of tonight still FIW World Champion, whether you want to believe it or not!”

CM: Ha, ha, ha!

KR: Well, our main event is next, and the FIW World Championship will be on the line, in an ECC rules match!

DV: Yeah, that’s next, when we come back.


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CM: We’re back, and it is time for a jam packed main event!

KR: Yeah, jam packed only because of last minute changes by the GM for the night!

Charles Cruz: This following match is the main event of the evening, and is scheduled for one fall, governed by the Extreme Chaos Championship rules, and is for the FIW World Championship!

Sirens begin to wail in the arena and words begin to appear on the Slam!Tron…

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The fans instantly jeer as 'Orion' by July of Kings begins to play. 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod emerges from the entrance wearing his wrestling attire and a black Slam! t-shirt. He stands in the centre of the staging, looking out at the capacity crowd before placing his hands on his hips leading to a subtle smirk on Orion's face as four members of the S.W.A.T. squad appear behind him.

Charles Cruz: Introducing first, from the City of Angels, weighing in at two hundred forty-eight pounds, “THE ORACLE”, DOCTOR ORION OLRDRIOD!!!

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The group heads down the entrance ramp and makes their way down to the bottom of the ramp avoiding the reach of the fans. Orion walks around ringside to the announce desk to feign a strike on Kurt Royle with his bat. Oldriod slides into the ring and walks across to the opposite side of the squared circle where he stands in the centre of the ring, raising his arms in the air to draw even more jeers and gold coloured fireworks shoot up from all four corners! The pyro dies down and he removes his t-shirt before tossing it aside while the S.W.A.T. men take up positions in each of the four corners of the ring at ringside. The music fades out and the lights return to normal as Charles Cruz prepares to make his announcement.

DV: This match shouldn’t even be for the FIW World Championship, nor should it be ECC rules, I smell a screw job.

CM: It is what it is Dean, face the facts, Jack Manson time as champion is slowly ticking out.

The lights in the arena dim and drums beat from all around as strobe lights begin to flicker about the stage. A just audible whisper comes over the PA system which beckons the attention of everyone to the top of the stage.

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Guitars kick in as the strobe lights get faster and smoke begins to fill the stage. By now the crowd is fully aware of who is going to burst onto that stage and they begin to cheer. Suddenly, David Drainman screams and pyros explode all over the stage and ramp.

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Jack then bursts through the curtains from backstage and through the thick smoke from the pyros and fog machines. He stops at the top of the ramp and raises the double bird as fans cheer him wildly.

Charles Cruz: Introducing, his opponent, from Seattle Washington, weighing in at two hundred eighty pounds, the reigning FIW World Champion, JACK MANSON!!!

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Manson then heads down the ramp as the lyrics to the song begin to play. He slaps his hand out at nearby fans as they lean over the guard railing trying to score a touch of the former GM.

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Broken your servant I kneel
Will you give in to me?
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
Will you give in to me?
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Manson slides into the ring and staggers around the ring flipping everyone in sight off as he makes his way around all the ropes. Jack then raises his arms in the center of the ring and belts out loud growling scream.

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When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon…..

IN ME!!!!!!
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Explosions burst from all corners of the ring in a domino effect starting from the announce booth side and then cascading up the ramp and from left to right on the stage. As the smoke clears the crowd chant loudly as Manson prepares for the match.

KR: This match is almost underway, and it’s…

CM: LOOK!

Our attention is drawn to the top of the ramp where a red carpet has been rolled out as the trumpet players begin to play and out comes the royal chariot again towards ringside as Orion Oldriod rubs his hands together excitedly and Manson lets out a puff of air wondering what is going on.

DV: What the hell is the King of Bitches doing coming down to the ring?

KR: I want to know the same exact thing!

CM: Wait and see my friends, wait and see.

Impact’s chariot stops again near ringside as Impact gets out and grabs a microphone in hand as Orion and Manson, as well as Senior Official Tommy Owens listen up to the King of Slam!.

Impact: Jack, you didn’t think I’d let this man referee the match, did you?

Impact is pointing to Tommy Owens who gives Impact a dirty look.

Impact: I know Tommy Owens, he’ll do anything to screw me or my plans over, like he did last Sunday at Déjà Vu, no, you can take the rest of night off Tommy. Yeah, come on, get out of the ring, before I suspend you indefinitely!

KR: What!? Tommy did no such thing, this is bull!

DV: I smell a screw job!

Orion is laughing as Jack has no idea what is going on. Meanwhile, Tommy Owens throws his fist into the air in disgust as he pouts his way back up the ramp and out of sight backstage.

Impact: Alright, that take cares of that little pest. Now, to assure things go down fairly in this match, and when I say fairly, I mean MY WAY!

Boos from the crowd!

Impact: This match will be refereed by the fairest person on the Slam! roster, ladies and gentlemen, referee Chip Martin!

KR: What!?

DV: Bullshit!

CM: Ha, ha, ha, yeah!

Chip puts his headset down, before grabbing a referee shirt from Impact and taking off his regular clothing and slipping it on, before going into the ring to look at a very happy Orion, and a very upset Jack Manson.

KR: Well, I would think if Chip wouldn’t have to announce with us it’d be the happiest day of my life, but not under these conditions.

Impact: And to assure that Chip Martin does his job well…

Impact whistles to a slave who brings over a royalty-like “Duke’s” chair, and places it on the side of the ring, as Impact takes a seat into it, and his royalty chariot is brought back up the ramp and backstage for the time being.

Impact: …I’m going to be special enforcer of the match!

DV: NO!

Boos and jeers are heard from the crowd as a screw job is taking place live in Uniondale, New York!

KR: This is ridiculous!

Impact: Let the match begin!

Referee Chip Martin grabs the FIW World Championship from Jack Manson, and raises it into the air for all to see as Orion eyes his prize. Chip then hands the belt to a ring official, and then checks first Jack Manson for any foreign objects hiding in his ring attire.

DV: What’s the meaning of this, it is an ECC rules match for a reason.

Chip finds nothing and nods his head at Manson, before going over to Orion, checking him quickly, but in the meantime, obviously slipping Orion brass knuckles for all to see, this causes a jeer from the fans and Manson even sees it and his jaw drops as he right off the bat argues with Chip, who rings the bell.

KR: Watch out Jack!

DV: NO!

The match has begun, and Orion has the brass knux on with referee Chip Martin distracting Manson, Orion finds the opening and bashes the brass knux over the head of Jack Manson, quickly knocking him out. Orion quickly pins Manson, dropping the knux in the process, as Chip Martin quickly counts.

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DV:
WHOA! Despite a quick count, Jack kicked out!

KR: I have a feeling this will be a hard and long night for Jack, its obvious all odds are pointing against him in this match.

Orion gets up, unhappy that the match wasn’t over quick and painfully, before pulls Jack up to his feet. Orion backs Jack into the ropes, before hitting a European Uppercut into Jack’s jaw. Jack holds his jaw in pain, as Orion Irish Whips his opponent into the opposite ropes, he then charges forward towards Jack, and connects with a High Running Knee, right into Manson’s gut, sending him down to the canvas. Orion then goes over on top of Jack Manson’s body. Orion sees that his opponent is struggling to get up off the canvas, and Orion begins throwing wild open handed slaps into the sides of Manson’s face. He continues slapping Jack, before Jack begins to fight back with wild punches and elbows, forcing Orion to back peddle into the nearby corner for safety. When Jack gets up to his feet though, he finds Orion running at him again, but Jack is ready and counters with a Drop Toe Hold to the canvas of the ring. Jack then slides down next to Orion’s neck, and begins to apply a Rear Naked Choke hold. Jack pulls back viciously on his opponent’s neck, as Chip Martin begins yelling at Jack for no reason. Jack releases the hold and yells back at Chip and the two argue in the ring.

KR: What the hell is that all about, the choke is illegal, Chip has no right to yell at Jack!

DV: Yeah, you’re right.

Meanwhile, Orion begins to stir up, as from the side, Matt Impact has grabbed a steel chair, and slid it into the ring to Orion. Impact takes a seat back down on his chair as he smiles his big cocky smile and the crowd boos.

DV: Look at that!

KR: Impact isn’t treating this match fairly, he is out to screw over Jack Manson, and so is our own colleague Chip Martin!

Chip finally stops arguing with Jack, knowing that he did a good job distracting him. Jack then backs away, and turns around to…

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…a chair shot into the head by Orion Oldriod! Jack’s head now busted open a bit from a small cut made by both the brass knux and now the steel chair. Orion Oldriod then signals for Chip to get ready, as Orion rolls up both of Jack’s legs with force, as Chip once again begins to count quickly.

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DV:
Another good kick out by Jack! He’s fighting an uphill battle, but out of anyone on the roster, he’d be the person you’d think could do it.

KR: Oh yeah, no doubt Dean.

Orion runs his hands throw his air, puffing out air as he can’t believe Jack is kicking out. He then gets back up to his feet, as Jack is left down on the canvas rolling around aimlessly. Orion then picks up the chair again, and places it into a nearby corner, between the middle and top ropes. He then goes over to the still groggy Jack Manson, and he forces him up to his feet, before Irish Whipping him into the corner and chair… NO! Jack Manson reverses the Irish Whip, into an Irish Whip of his own sending Orion into the chair… NO! Orion manages to reach out his arms and grab the ropes a second before smashing his body into the chair. He is smiling and thanking himself, before he turns around to a Big Boot into the facing by Jack Manson, knocking him down to his ass on the canvas, as his head then lies directly onto the chair. Jack then lines himself up to aim directly at his opponent’s head, and he charges back before coming forward, and drop kicking himself with his right foot into Orion’s head causing it to jolt back into the edge of the steel chair, sending the chair to the outside of the ring.

KR: A huge kick to the head, and Orion must be in a world of daze and pain right now!

Jack then lifts Orion to his feet, before lifting him up, ready for a Powerbomb, and turning around as he jumps into the air, slamming Orion’s back down to the canvas. He then covers up Orion for a pin, as Chip Martin takes his time to get down to the canvas and count.

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KR:
That was the slowest count in the history of wrestling!

DV: Chip better start playing this fairly, or don’t think I’ll get out of his wheelchair and kick his god damn ass.

Jack Manson gets up and threatens to strangle the life out of Chip Martin, as he backs him into a corner, and Chip prays for his life. The timing is perfect, as Orion comes up from behind Manson, and low blows him. He then falls to the canvas, as Chip, Orion, and Impact smirk a bit. Orion then slides himself to the outside of the ring, and goes for his wooden baseball bat. He brings himself and the bat back into the ring, as Manson begins to reach for the nearby ropes, and makes it up to his feet. Orion then begins to stalk his opponent, as when Jack finally turns around, he is met with a huge crushing blow from the baseball bat to the gut, sending him seated into the corner. From behind, the King of Slam!, Matt Impact gets up, and comes towards the corner where Jack is, and begins to choke him from behind, as Orion takes the bat and begins to charge towards his opponent. Orion meets Jack with the bat… NO! Jack manages to wildly kick Orion right into the gut, sending him backwards and dropping the bat to the ring canvas. He then forces Impact away from him, with two reverse elbows, sending Impact backwards and against the steel guardrails. Jack then pulls himself up to his feet, and before Orion can make it to his baseball bat, he gets there before him, picks up the bat, and smashes the bat, crushing the ribs of Orion in the process.

DV: There you go Jack.

KR: Great effort to break up the 2-on-1 attack.

Manson then lifts Orion up to his feet, before throwing him out of the ring over the top rope. He then slides himself under the bottom rope, before grabbing Orion, and throwing him into the nearby guardrail. Orion falls to the padded concrete with a thud, before Jack picks him up again, this time lifting him high in the air, before throwing him into the crowd, Chip Martin follows the two, as Manson jumps over the guardrail and Orion tries to flea through the crowd.

KR: This match is going into the crowd!

DV: I guess they’re getting more than what they paid for.

Orion makes it to the exit that leads to the concession stands, but is stopped by an already bloody Jack Manson, who pulls Orion up, and throws his body towards a nearby set-up of tables and other janitor like appliances. Jack then grabs off the table a piece of sand paper, as he kneels down next to Orion’s head, and pushes his hair out of the way, before grinding the sandpaper into the forehead of The Oracle.

DV: Reminder folk, this is all legal, ECC rules, by order of your King of Bitches!

KR: You tell ‘em Dean!

Jack then drops the sandpaper as Orion holds his head in tons of pain. Jack isn’t done, he smiles as he picks up a hammer. Orion looks up, now with a scratched up and somewhat bloody head. He sees the hammer, and begins to crawl backwards as he tells Jack, “NO!” Jack bargains with Orion, looking to put the hammer back, before “accidentally” dropping the hammer into the groin area of Orion, who begins to huff out huge puffs of air holding his nuts, as Jack puts his hand to his face as if he felt sorry and said “whoops!”

DV: Ha, ha! I’d hate to see what retarded babies Orion Oldriod is going to have after that one.

Jack then begins to move himself and Orion back towards the ring, as he finally shoves Orion back over the guardrail and to the padded concrete. Jack then jumps over the guardrail himself, before lifting Orion, and pushing him towards the announcer’s booth.

KR: They’re coming this way.

Jack pushes Orion’s head on top of the announcer’s desk, before lifting his head up and swiftly throwing it back down into the table. Jack goes to do it again…

[align=center]CRACK!!![/align]

DV:
What the hell!?

Matt Impact came from behind with the steel chair that fell out of the ring before, and cracked it into the back of Jack Manson’s head, knocking him out on top of the announcer’s desk, and making Orion fall down onto the desk right next to him. The crowd boos as Impact smirks dropping the chair, and taking a seat back down on the chair. Chip Martin then begins to help Orion Oldriod get back up to his feet. After a few seconds, Orion is back up, and regaining his composure as Manson still lies out cold on the announcer’s desk.

KR: At least they didn’t destroy our table.

DV: Don’t speak too soon, look out!

The announcers get up, as Orion turns Manson’s body on top of the table, and then hops up onto it himself. Orion then lifts up the body of his opponent, and cocks up both of Manson’s arms, before placing his head under his armpit. Orion then points to the crowd to draw some heat, before jumping up and pulling himself backwards, Double Arm DDTing, Jack Manson through the announcer’s table!

DV: You had to say it Kurt, now look at our table!

KR: Yeah, I know! But what a Double Arm DDT that was, both men are out!

Chip Martin sees both men are out, as Impact is looking on wondering if Orion is alright. Both Jack and Orion are knocked out, but Orion, after a few more seconds, begins to blindly stir around trying to grab anything to help himself up. Orion grabs the guardrail and begins to pull himself up. After a few more seconds, he finally makes it to his feet, as he goes over slowly to Jack, and slides him back into the ring. He then hops back into the ring, and goes over to Manson, but Manson is ready some how, and manages to trip Orion down to the canvas, and pull him into a leg lock. Orion reaches for the ropes, but comes up a few inches short, as Jack grapevines his legs around Orion to keep him still on the canvas in the lock.

DV: Make the bastard tap!

Chip Martin begins to tell Jack to release the hold for no reason what-so ever, but Jack doesn’t listen. Jack holds the leg lock in tightly as Orion seems helpless. Chip is ready to disqualify Jack, but Impact stops Chip, shouting at him “He retains on DQs!”, this stops Chip, as Chip and Impact get another idea. Impact goes to Orion’s nearby ropes and begins to push it in more to the ring and closer to Orion. Chip then begins to pull Orion closer to the ropes as Jack tries to pull back the other way. This forces Jack to let the leg lock go, as Impact pulls Orion out of the ring to safety, and Manson begins to yell at both Chip and Impact. Impact flips off the champ, as Manson comes out of the ring, forcing Impact to back away and go back to his chair, as Manson throws Orion back into the ring, but not before going under the ring apron, and pulling out a stop sign. Jack throws the sign into the ring, and goes into the ring himself. But, as he comes into the ring, he is stopped by Chip Martin, allowing Orion to get up and grab the stop sign. Jack then shoves Chip out of the way, and ducks under the charging Orion stop sign. Jack then comes up from behind, and before Orion can do anything, pulls Orion back with a German Suplex, before getting up, grabbing the stop sign himself, placing the stop sign in the middle of the ring and then going back to lift up his opponent over the stop sign.

KR: What is Jack going to do!?

Jack pulls up Orion, dangling him up in the air with one air around his neck, and the other around his trunks for support. Jack then jumps up, and comes down smashing Orion’s head into the stop sign!

KR: BRAINBUSTAH!!!

DV: Aw, painful! This one has got to be over!

Jack then lifts up a leg, as Chip takes his time to get down to the canvas.

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DV:
God dammit it Chip!

KR: That should be three, Jack Manson just retained his belt but got screwed!

Jack gets up, now completely angered and done with playing this stupid game. He gets up into Chip Martin’s face, and grabs him by the collar of his referee shirt. He throws him into the nearby corner, and gets ready to punch him in the face…

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NO! Impact has just crack Manson over the head with his scepter. Chip Martin thanks Matt, as he exits the ring again to sit back down, allowing Orion to regain composure and go after Manson with the stop sign lying directly under him. He grabs the stop sign, and in a downward motion, strikes it into the neck of Jack Manson. But not once, not twice, not three times, but four times, before throwing the stop sign out of the ring. Both Jack and Orion are now bleeding pretty badly, as Orion brings Jack up to his feet, and Irish Whips him into the opposite corner. Orion then charges up, and goes into the corner after Manson connecting with a Flying Clothesline. Orion then grabs Manson from behind, and goes inwards with a Reverse DDT, crashing Manson’s head into the canvas. Orion then points to the turnbuckle as fans begin to boo, but wonder what his plans are. Orion charges towards the nearby turnbuckle. Orion gets ready to springboard, and does so, then quickly bounces down and springboards again…

KR: Looks like he is going for the ORA-Sault!

Orion then looks to complete the maneuver with the Moonsault, NO!!! Jack Manson rolls out of the way at the last second causing Orion to crash into the canvas hard!

DV: He missed it!

Neither Chip nor Impact can believe Manson was able to roll out of the way of the ORA-Sault at the last second, and now Manson is beginning to stir up. Impact goes to stop Manson, but he sees it ahead of time, and kicks Impact in the chest, sending him backwards and out of the picture for the moment, as Manson then goes after Orion. Jack picks Orion up from behind, and raises him high in the air, dropping him for an Inverted Atomic Drop. Orion then falls forward leaning against the ropes, and Manson uses the ropes to begin choking The Oracle, Chip Martin tries to stop him, but to no avail as the FIW World Champion begins to choke the life out of his opponent.

DV: That’s right, kill the freaking bastard!

KR: As much as I hate Orion, I would never wish death on him.

DV: Well, not me, I hope Jack kills him in the middle of the ring, right here, right now, for everyone to see.

Jack continues to choke Orion, as he wildly throws elbows, connecting with two of them, good enough, to send Jack backwards, giving Orion enough time to escape the ring and to the outside towards Matt Impact. The two have a conversation, as Orion begins to smile seemingly having some sort of plan now created with Impact. Orion begins to taunt his former Elite teammate outside the ring, and Manson taunts him back in. The two exchange words for a bit, until Impact, comes into the ring from behind, hitting a clothesline. Orion then slides into the ring, as the two begin to stomp out Jack Manson in the ring. Chip Martin begins to smile as he nods his head in approval as the crowd begins their usual boos showing that, they on the other hand, do not approve with what is going on in the ring.

KR: Stop this insanity!

DV: I wish I could get up right now, and bust a pipe over Chip’s, Orion’s, and Impact’s head, boy would that be great.

Impact and Orion then pick up Jack, and Irish Whip him into the ropes, he bounces back only to run into a Double Clothesline from Orion Oldriod and Matt Impact. Impact looks ready to leave the ring, but gives Jack a knee to his gut before doing so. Orion, then quickly covers up Jack, and even puts his legs on the rope for extra power and leverage.

KR: Blatant cheating!

DV: This can’t be over, it just can’t be!

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DV:
What a kick out!

Orion cannot believe his eyes, he looks at Chip and Impact who also cannot believe what they are seeing. Impact then pulls a chair from the ring officials’ area, and brings it into the ring, as he slides in after it, and Orion pulls up Manson, and holds him in a Half Nelson Lock. Impact winds the chair backwards, and then goes forward with it, but JACK MANSON DUCKS! BUT, IMPACT STOPS HIMSELF TOO! Impact was only inches away from hitting Orion, but as he saw Jack duck, he stopped himself in time. Jack then slides out of the ring, as he looks in, seeing three angry men against him. Jack is trying to devise a plan, until suddenly, from the entrance way comes a huge pop, as Hutch and Senior Official Tommy Owens comes down the ramp towards Jack Manson.

KR: Yes, Hutch is here to save the day!

DV: Well, he must be pissed, after the way Impact screwed him over, I’d be pissed off extremely too.

Orion is staring at Jack Manson, Impact at Hutch, and Tommy Owens at Chip Martin, as suddenly, Jack Manson takes the first initiation to jump into the ring, Jack begins to get beat down by Impact and Orion who begin to stomp away at him, but this gives enough time for Tommy Owens and Hutch to sneak into the ring from behind with a chair of their own.

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CRACK!!!
CRACK!!![/align]


Hutch cracks the chair over Impact’s head, then Orion head, then Chip Martin’s head! Tommy Owens throws Chip Martin out of the ring, and then Hutch takes Impact to the outside as a huge brawls begins. This leaves Manson and Orion, with Tommy Owens back at the officiating spot.

KR: The match is finally at the point it should’ve been from the start!

Manson is up first, and then Orion right after, Orion begins to charge into the nearby ropes, by Manson lifts up Orion, and throws him into the nearby turnbuckle. Orion then jumps up onto the top turnbuckle, but Manson sees this in time to shake the nearby ropes, and cause Orion to fall on his groin area in pain. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Hutch is on top of a now bloody Matt Impact, punching away at the self proclaimed King of Slam!. Manson then puts himself under Orion from the corner, and lifts him onto his shoulders. Manson then lines himself up with the chair that is in the center ring from before, and does one 360 degree spin around, before coming down on top of the chair hitting the Muscle Buster!

DV: PAIN! ON TOP OF THE STEEL CHAIR!

KR: Pin him Jack!

Jack Manson pins Orion with a smile on his face as he knows a true referee will be count the pin. The crowd count as Tommy Owens slaps the canvas.

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KR:
He did it! Despite the odds pitted again him, he did it!

Charles Cruz: YOUR WINNER, AND STILL FIW WORLD CHAMPION… JACK MANSON!!!

Down With The Sickness by Disturbed kicks in as Orion lies motionless on the canvas, and Jack raises his belt with Tommy Owens arm in the air. Jack jumps up to the nearest turnbuckle in celebration with the fans, as we cut to Hutch looking up clapping at a job well done, but also oddly eyeing down the FIW World Championship belt. We then cut to a bloody Impact lying on the padded concrete in his royalty attire, as we go back to Jack Manson one more time before the copyright logo comes onto the screen.

KR: What a night, next week, we should have a better overall event, but the ending of this night turned out great! For Dean Venchenzo, and myself Kurt Royle, lets hope I can not announce Chip’s name more often at the end of our shows!

DV: Amen! See you all next week!

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