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Dangerous Liaisons; August 13th, 2006
Topic Started: Aug 14 2006, 01:33 AM (473 Views)
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Thunderous guitars that are Spineshank's signature shake up our earholes.
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NOW!

I can take this
Everything I know
Realize that I'm nothing I wanted to be
I can never change
anything I've done
Because its the only thing I have left

Blame myself again
For what I didnt do
Never even knew it was coming from me
It changed the way I felt
The worst is yet to come
Because I have gone too far now...


Nobody
(Nobody)
Nobody
(Nobody)
Changed my mind
And it leads me to a new disease
Somebody

(Somebody)
Somebody
(Somebody)
Let it die
But it still becomes a new disease
IN ME!

IS
This all worth
WHAT
This has done to me
Watered down my SENSES and turned them on me

FUCK morality
And everything I know
If I didn't hate this than I couldn't COPE
Impersonate myself
For what I used to be
Denial is all thats left now...


Nobody
(Nobody)
Nobody
(Nobody)
Changed my mind
And it leads me to a new disease
Somebody

(Somebody)
Somebody
(Somebody)
Let it die
But it still becomes a new disease


Nobody
(Nobody)
Nobody
(Nobody)
Changed my mind
And it leads me to a new disease
Somebody

(Somebody)
Somebody
(Somebody)
Let it die
But it still becomes a new disEASE


Seething in my head
I'm suffering instead
I can't remember why
This meant so much to me


DOUBT
Did I ever want this?
It's all I could've been, it's all I would've been
DOUBT
Did I ever want this?
It's all I've ever been, it's all I'll ever be


Seething in my head
I'm suffering instead
I can't remember why
This meant so much to me


Nobody
(Nobody)
Nobody
(Nobody)
Changed my mind
And it leads me to a new disease
Somebody

(Somebody)
Somebody
(Somebody)
Let it die
But it still becomes a new disease


Nobody
(Nobody)
Nobody
(Nobody)
Changed my mind
And it leads me to a new disease
Somebody

(Somebody)
Somebody
(Somebody)
Let it die
BUT IT STILL BECOMES A NEW DISEASE



... but it still becomes a new disease...


... but it still becomes a new disease...


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Pyros go off all over the stage as the crowd, TNT and Slam! alike, go crazy for the start of FIW Dangerous Liaisons. The cameras pan across the capacity crowd as "New Disease" by Spineshank continues to blare of the speakers long after the fireworks have concluded. The camera settles down at ringside where Slam! commentators Kurt Royle and Chip Martin and TNT commentators Jonathan Hitchen and Thomas Moore share the floor tonight.

JH: Ladies and gentleman, welcome to FIW DANGEROUS LIAISONS! We are live in the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas!

TM: Of course it is, Hitchen! You’re such a spoony bard. These fans are in it for the awesomeness that is the TNT main event, and probably to see Toan fork someone.

JH: Silverware aside, let's throw it over to our Slam! announce team to get started with their opening match!
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Charles Cruz leaning against the crowd barrier talking to a young lady in the front row but he abruptly stops when he notices the camera is on him. Charles dashes up the ring stairs and into the ring, he catches a microphone and stands in the middle of the ring.

CC: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages it's time to kick this bitch into gear. Our first match is one for the freaks that like 'em big and powerful, it'll be contested under regular conditions and is scheduled for one fall!

The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a red spotlight focuses on the entrance curtain. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to boo for the two time former champ, self proclaimed King of Slam!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact with his King of Slam! robe, crown, and scepter as the crowd go up in even more boos.

[align=center]Never again will I be dishonored,
And never again will I be reminded,
Of living within the world of the jaded,
They kill inspiration,
It's my obligation!
To never again, allow this to happen,
Where do I begin?
The choices are endless,
Denying the sin,
My art, my redemption,
I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align]


Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the ground level walkway to jeers and negative chants from the crowd. Matt just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air.

CC: Introducing first from Staten Island, New York, U.S.A. he weighed in tonight at two hundred and eighty five pounds, he is the King of Slam... he is MATT IMPACT!

As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he points to the ropes of the ring and forces ring announcer Charles Cruz to open the ropes between the top and middle into the ring, and as he does so, Matt walks up the steel steps to get into the ring and with ease goes over the middle rope into the ring.

[align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away!
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice!
To change myself, I'd rather die!
Though they will not understand!
I will make the greatest sacrifice!
You can't predict where the outcome lies!
You'll never take me alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
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Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his scepter into his chest as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle. He does the exact same thing on the other two turnbuckles, before hoping to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way flicks his robe off of his body as it falls to the ring, and Impact comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the turnbuckles shoot up red and gold sparks, and once the pyros commence, the lights turn on as Matt grabs his dropped robe and hands it to a ring official along with his crown and scepter.

CC: And his opponent!

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…

*BLAM!*

The grinding hard rock of Princes of the Universe starts to slam over the PA as the arena lights give way to a spectacular and thundering pyro burst and celestial light show. Prime jogs out onto the stage all jakked and ready to destroy. He shouts to some aisle side fans and then bounds to a stop in the center of the stage. As 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.

CC: Hailing from San Diego, California, U.S.A. and weighs in at three hundred and ten pounds, he is PPPPRRRRIIIIMMMMEEEE!

The moment he stiffens the flex 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, spewing said smoke from his mouth ala Goldberg. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole 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. Because it's a PPV, Prime strides across the ring and leaps up onto the opposite turnbuckle to perform another "Prime Pose". This time around Prime pumps the crowd with shouting and pointing at himself ala Triple H. Prime then bounds off the turnbuckle and rolls his shoulders while walking back to his corner. He then bounces on the spot to warm up for the match.

KR: The official for this match will be the lovely Amy Spencer.

CM: Her looks are the only reason she got the job and she's not even very good in that area either.

KR: Chip, shut up.

Charles leaves the ring and gives the lady he was chatting with a wink as he takes the microphone back. Amy pats Prime down to make sure he has brought nothing to the ring, she goes over the rules with him then goes over to Matt and does the same. Amy moves away from the corner quickly and calls for the bell.

[align=center]Ding Ding![/align]

Matt and Prime rush at each other clash in a collar and elbow tie up, Matt gains the advantage pushing Prime back but Prime shoves Impact away sending him to the mat. The King rushes back to his feet and ties up again with Prime and once again pushes him back a few steps before getting throws across the ring with another powerful shove. Matt doesn't get up but roll out of the ring and walks around the ring slowly.

KR: Look at Impact, he's scared.

CM: The King doesn't get scared of people like Prime.

Amy Spencer tries to get Matt back in the ring but he pleas fall on deaf ears and she starts a count.

[align=center]One!

Two

Three![/align]


With Impact showing no signs of interest in going into the ring his opponent comes out to him. Prime rolls out of the ring and storms around slamming a hard right hand into the head of Matt. Matt turns around and stumbles away from Prime. Prime grabs Impact and turns him around only to get hit with a hard right then a knee to the midsection. Impact grabs Impact by hair and tights before throwing him into the barricade. Impact starts viciously stomping Prime bracing himself by holding on the guardrail.

CM: See, no fear.

Amy restarts her count.

[align=center]One!

Two![/align]


Impact looks at her and shrugs while stomping Prime.

[align=center]Three!

Four![/align]


KR: Come on get it back in the ring!

CM: He's the King, he can do what he want.

[align=center]Five!

Six![/align]


Impact goes to the ring and jumps on the apron, he tells Amy to keep counting as he steps in between the ropes

[align=center]Seven![/align]

Prime is already up, he rushes to the ring and grabs Impact's foot and rips it out from under him. Prime pulls Impact out of the ring and ducks his head under the royal shoulder before driving him back first into the ring apron, Prime backs up and does the same then once more before rolling Matt into the ring. Prime looks down at the forming boot prints on his chest and half smiles before sliding into the ring as Matt gets to his hands and knees. Prime clubs Matt's back causing him to drop down. Prime gets to his feet and stomps Matt's back twice before picking him up. Prime scoops Matt up and slams him down, Prime follows up with and elbow drop. Prime up quickly and drops a second elbow before bring Matt up to his feet. Prime lays in a few hard body shots then whips Matt into the corner. Prime charges in but Matt gets a boot up, Prime stumbles back a bit, Matt rushes out of the corner with a hard back elbow knocking Prime further away.

KR: Prime looked to have control there but-

CM: But Impact stopped him in his track, not unusual for Impact.

KR: But for Prime it is.

CM: True.

Matt charges into Prime pushing him back into the ropes, Matt whips Prime across the ring and goes to the middle of the ring, Matt with the hiptoss, blocked, Matt tries to power Prime over but the larger man wont budge. Prime tries to turn the predicament into a abdominal stretch but Impact quickly unhooks himself from Prime and moves away Prime grabs Matt and elbows him few times before pulling him in for a suplex, Matt fights back stomping Prime's foot to escape. Matt runs across the ring and comes back swinging for a clothesline but Prime ducks under and grabs Matt in a waist lock before throwing him with a release German suplex. Prime gets back up decidedly slow, when he gets to his feet he sees Matt near the ropes barely moving.

KR: Impact landed hard on the back on his head, though that probably wont change anything.

CM: Of course not, Matt Impact has landed hard then that.

KR: And not one time has he had any of the arrogance or cockiness out of him.

Prime moves in to pick the King up but Matt shows he was playing a bit of possum as he grabs Prime's pants and pulls him off balance sending him out between the top and middle rope onto the apron and ultimately to the floor.

CM: See he's still sharp.

Matt pulls himself up using the ropes and looks down at Prime and demands Amy count him out, she looks at him for a moment before starting the count.

[align=center]One!

Two![/align]


Prime starts to pull himself up using the apron.

[align=center]Three![/align]

Prime's hands reach the aprons, only to be stomped by Impact left then right, Amy tells him to stop but Matt tells her to keep counting because Prime is not in the ring yet.

[align=center]Four![/align]

KR: Come on what kind of bullshit is this, is Impact so desperate for a win he has to resort to stomping Prime's hands?

[align=center]Five![/align]

CM: Matt Impact is never desperate, but why work hard when you don't need to?

Prime tries to slide into the ring but Matt kicks him in the face as he does so. Prime stumbles back cupping his face with his right hand; that is read due to the stomping.

[align=center]Six![/align]

Prime tries to slide in again, faked, Matt kicks at nothing and Prime catches the foot. Prime grabs the other foot and pulls it out from under Matt.

KR: That's the second time that's happened in this match.

CM: Can't Prime do something else other then tripping Matt?

KR: Why work hard with you don't have to?

Prime slides into the ring. Prime shoots a half nelson to roll Impact onto his stomach, he mounts Matt's back and lays in a hard forearm to the base of the neck before applying a sleeper hold but instead of leaning into add more pressure forward Prime pulls back and sits up stretching Impact's torso out while cutting off the blood flow to his head.

KR: Interesting modification to the sleeper hold here.

CM: Don't look at the hole look at Matt's feet!

Impact's feet are under the bottom rope, this is noticed by Amy Spencer not too long after Chip's outcry. Spencer tells Prime to release the hold but he ignores her initial demands.

[align=center]One!

Two!

Three![/align]


Prime releases the hold and gets up, he starts to bring Impact up as Amy gets in his face telling him to obey her commands next time or face a disqualification. Prime's facial expression changes from a stone gaze to horrible pain he starts to double over almost instantly.

KR: Low blow!

CM: It was? I though he punched him in the back, he just went through the legs to do it.

Matt Impact had indeed just a stuck Prime with a low blow but it doesn't work out too well for Matt as Prime falls forward, Impact is still weak from the sleeper and is squashed under Prime's massive frame. Amy looks down as the mass and drops to the mat.

CM: What is she doing?

[align=center]One!

KR: Prime is pinning Matt Impact

CM: No the King will not fall like this!

[align=center]Two!

Thr-NO!

Shoulder Up![/align]


Matt rolls out from under Prime and gets up as does Prime; only slower and holding his groin. Matt notices Prime moving slowly and runs to the ropes as he gets to his feet, Matt comes back and swings Prime around drops him on the back of his head and neck with a hard spinning neck breaker.

CM: You just can't stop Impact.

KR: No you can't but Impact almost brought on his own end there.

Matt gets back up and stomps Prime's massive chest a few times before bringing him up, knee to the gut from Impact, followed by a hard knee to the face, Matt ducks under Prime's arm after turning him around, hooks the legs lifts him up and drops him across his knee with a back breaker. Impact shoves Prime from his knee and bringing Prime with him. Matt delivers another back breaker this time the STO variation, Impact cockily covers.

[align=center]One!

Shoulder up![/align]


KR: Quick kick out by Prime.

CM: It wont happen again.

Matt gets up and stomps Prime before dropping the elbow, Prime rolls out of the way, Impact clutches his elbow as he gets back up. Impact is almost to his feet when Prime kick him in the face. Primes hits the ropes ad Matt gets up quickly, shoulder charge, Matt is back on the mat, Prime lets out a authority roar that can be heard all the way up in the cheap sets. Matt gets up and Prime ducks under and hoist him up above his head in a military press, Prime presses him over head a few times before dropping Matt behind him.

KR: Prime's Gorilla Press Drop!

CM: The King is just a little winded.

Prime kicks Impact in the ribs as he gets to all fours then picks him up, Prime throws Matt into the corner, Prime charges in with a clothesline, Prime whips Matt across the ring and charges after him, Prime tries for the avalanche splash and it connects but not completely how he would have liked, at the point of no return Impact raised his left knee it connected a little low. Prime crumbles down holding his groin while Impact is held up by the ropes.

KR: Another low blow for Impact, he should just be disqualified.

CM: Why? I told you he punched Prime in the back earlier and this time it was obviously just an accident, he was obviously trying to get his boot up.

KR: He was not

CM: He was too he was still winded though so it was hard work. See it was all Prime's fault that he got nutted this time.

When Matt regains his breath he sees Prime on the mat holding his crotch. Match drops down into a cover and when Amy's no looking sneaks his feet up onto the middle rope.

[align=center]One![/align]

KR: Matt Impact is trying to steal this match.

[align=center]Two![/align]

CM: The King doesn't steal, he just takes what he wants

[align=center]Three!

No![/align]


Amy spots the feet on the ropes just before the three and waves it off. Spencer and Impact get to their feet, Impact claims innocence but Amy has none of it. Prime sits up and rolls Impact into a school boy and hooks the ropes for leverage without getting noticed.

[align=center]One![/align]

KR: Now Prime is trying to steal this match.

[align=center]Two![/align]

CM: that's not stealing it's high treason damn it!

[align=center]No![/align]

Amy looks at the ropes before the three just in case.

CM: Give her a clap people and remember this day, Amy Spencer just did her job correctly.

Prime doesn't argue like Impact did instead he gets up and waits for Matt to get to his feet. Matt gets to his feet, Prime rushes in with a hard left cross then an Irish whip, into the corner Prime charges across the ring as the King hits chest first and stumbles out, Prime swings for Kiss This but Matt ducks it, Prime tries to stop as soon as he can but ends up colliding with the official sending her back and onto her arse. Matt pulls a small baggy off white powder from is pants and tips it into his hand as Prime turns around.

KR: How many dirty tricks is Matt going to pull tonight?

CM: None, if the King is doing them they can't be dirty.

Matt raises his hand up and is about to blow the powder into Prime's face but Prime spots the powder and huffs first sending it into Impact's face. Matt stumbles around rubbing his eyes for a moment as rubs them trying to get the substance out of his eyes.

KR: Prime got to it before Impact did!

CM: Disqualify him!

Prime dashes in and kicks Matt in the gut before setting up for the Authority Bomb with hands around the King's throat ready to lift but he is stopped by Amy Spencer; who is accusing Prime of knocking her over so he could blind Impact. Impact plays along with the claims while he cleans out his eyes. Prime pleads his case quickly but no quickly enough as Impact can see again. Prime gets around Amy only to get a thumb to the eye for the second time, Amy didn't turn around quick enough to see it. Impact knees Prime in the gut twice before walking him to the middle of the ring and striking him with a third knee to the gut. Impact hoists Prime onto his shoulders.

CM: It's over Kurt.

Impact throws Prime around and plants him with the Head on Collision!

KR: After all the cheating and no the Head On Collision, I'd have to agree.

[align=center]One!

Two!

Three!

No!

Shoulder Up!













TOO LATE![/align]


Prime kicked out just a shade too late. Amy calls for the bell and Matt Impact rolls out of the ring.

[align=center]Ding Ding![/align]

Amy follows Matt as Prime starts to get up slowly, no too sure of what just happened. Amy raises Impact's hand as “I'm Alive” hits.

CC: Here is your winner, THE KING OF SLAM! MAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT IMMMMPPPPAAAAACCCCCTTTTTTTT!

Matt snatches his hand free and gathers his gear and heads to the back, slowly followed by Prime.

The FIW cameras cut to an image with a tiny box on the bottom right corner that reads “Recorded Earlier This Week”, the scene appears to be in front of some store and by the sign on it, and they sell caskets. Suddenly the front door of the store opens and a all too familiar Ninja walks out of the door way, stepping out onto the side walk, he takes a few steps closer to the camera. Carefully he looks around his surroundings, ensuring that no one is around, though some how not noticing the camera crew standing right in front of him as he holds his cell phone. Quickly he flips the cell phone open and presses a few buttons before he starts turning his head ever so slightly, showing that he is reading the tiny lit screen, slowly the camera makes its way behind him.

Though it would appear that he’s already exited whatever it was he was looking at, now at a main screen that reads “Recent Text Message Received: Extreme Ninja #3”, apparently his fellow Extreme Ninja being the sender of the text message. Ninja suddenly looks over his shoulder and suddenly notices the camera crew; he looks around in a panic, looking like he is truly worried over some one seeing the footage of this. Before the camera can film any more EN #2 shoves his hand into the lens, blocking the view and causing it to fade to black…


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JH: Cruiserweight Championship time!

TM: Fantastic! I’ll go get a rusty to spoon to gouge out my eyes. I wonder if any of those coffins Ninja was looking at are comfortable. Because a pay per view match with Loon in it is like dying. Dying INSIDE, Jonathan.

Cult of Personality flares in thorough the arena and Loon comes out as blue pyros explode 3 times consecutively. He points to the crowd on his left, saying something positive but inaudible and walks
down the catwalk with a great display of confidence.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the FULL INTENSITY WRESTLING, CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Making his way to the ring, the challenger, from Milan, Illinois and weighing in at 195lbs, he is LOON, TWO, POINT, FIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!

He climbs into the ring and points at the crowd opposite the catwalk, with a big grin on his face, then turns around back to the TNTron.

JH: Loon and the Extreme Ninja have clashed many times before but this is the one that’s going to count!

Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it is mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. Within the fog seven very small figures walk out from behind the curtain and hurry down the steps, forming a line facing the ring near it, a spot light from above the HDTV shines down on them, in the same dark blue tint. It reveals these seven small figures to be in fact seven midgets dressed exactly like Extreme Ninja #2 except for the fact they are all wearing a strap around their neck that is connected to a bongo drum resting in front of them. Without much warning all seven little men start beating their bongo drums to a beat as the dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a voice booms over the speakers.

[align=center]The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The Evil Genius

The champ is here
Aha
The champ is here
Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers
The champ is here
Kiss what ma niggas
The champ is here[/align]


”The Champ in Here” by Jadakiss starts playing as the lil’ Ninjas continue to play their bongo drums along with the beat of the bongo drums in the song. Behind these seven little Extreme Ninjas dark blue pyro rains down from the HDTV, and suddenly two explosions on each side of the entrance way go off, forming a X with their dark blue pyro. From behind the pyro out steps Smarty Smark, grinning from ear to ear as the fans greet him with jeers due to this over the top entrance and song. He slowly turns around and points to the curtain as yet another dark blue X of pyro explodes and the curtain is whipped back.

[align=center]Fuckin wit the champion
You already know
J-A-D-A
Kiss the game goodbye
You fuckin wit the champion
You already know
[/align]

Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, with Paper Bag Man rubbing his shoulders as he jogs behind Ninja, to quite the mixed reaction from the crowd, some loving the Ninja, and some hating Smarty. Ninja is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear however over his robe he is sporting around his waist the FIW World Cruiserweight Championship. Smarty continues to applaud him as they walk down the steps and then EN #2 looks around at the mini-EN #2s, he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “The Champ is here~!”

[align=center]Niggas know the champ is in here
He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
And I just wanna rock for a century
And then chase the book wit the documentary
If you cant do nothing other than flow
Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, lets go
Don't make me put your heart on your lap
Fuck ridin’ a beat nigga, I parallel park on a track
Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new
In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue
And I don't know you
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason
After I cash in there's really no justification
Of how I'm gone change tha game
So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame
Mother fucka, aha


The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
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MA: and his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 180lbs, he is the FIW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIOOOOOOON, EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Paper Bag Man continues to rub Extreme Ninja #2’s shoulders as the duo jog along the entrance way, past the seven little Extreme Ninjas playing their bongo drums, Smarty Smark clapping and praising Ninja. EN #2 flicks his hooded head from side to side a bit like he was a boxer as PBM and him make their way towards the ring, another series of dark blue pyro explosions goes off behind Extreme Ninja #2, PBM and Smarty Smark.

[align=center]Y'all never gon touch the kid
kiss of death
They gon have to get me at the top
Y'all never gon touch the kid
gangsta kiss
No love this time nigga, kiss of death
Yo I ain't got time to be up here lyin to you
Just make sure y'all niggas feel what we tryin to do
If I fuck up then it's on me
Besides that it is what it is and that's what it just gon be
Blowin my purple, wish you would go in my circle
If you know my record is clean, you know I'ma merk you
I live like a warrior do
without screamin true story, niggas know my story is true
The cribs, the cars, the jury, the spots I got
The money that pass my hand and the rocks I chop
The ammo, the artillery, the knifes I bought
Waking up sore the next day from fights I fought
In the hood cuz I fuck wit the thugz
Tryin to figure out, why the money never added up to the love
Gun in my waist, dutch in my hand
And I don't do a lot of talkin, I listen as much as I can

The champ is here
Aha
The champ is here
Yea
The champ is here
That’s right
The champ is here[/align]


Ninja slides into the ring as PBM holds the middle rope down for Smarty to enter it as well, PBM staying on the apron and watching the two. Smarty walks over and points to the near by turnbuckle, Extreme Ninja #2 hops up onto it and undoes his championship belt, grabbing it in his right hand and lifting it up in the air. Majority of the fans jeer the holy hell out of him while the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Hail the Champ!” and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and Smarty Smark snatches the cruiserweight title, with a grin he races over to the ropes and stands up on the bottom rope, triumphantly lifting the cruiserweight gold over his head to a series of jeers as dark blue pyro explodes from all four turnbuckles and dark blue glitter rains from the rafters of the arena. The lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie as Smarty exits the ring with the title belt, allowing his client to get ready for the match ahead.

JH: Loons got about ten pounds and a couple of inches on the Ninja.

The referee asks Smarty to leave the ring which causes a non-audio able insult from Smarty before he exits the ring. Extreme Ninja #2 turns around in his corner and awaits the match to begin.

TM: Maybe so, but Ninja’s got a 300 pound advantage in his corner, not to mention the freak with the bag on his head. That guy creeps me out. Look at his smile.

JH: It’s drawn on.

TM: Yeah, but look at it. It’s mocking me.

JH:

Richard Kelly takes the Cruiserweight title belt in all it’s glory and holds it aloft to a pop from the crowd, showing both men exactly what they’re fighting for here tonight. He passes it off to Timmy the timekeeper and makes sure both men understand the rules. They nod, and he calls for the bell.

DING, DING!

Smarty’s already cheering his ninja on as the two featherweights circle each other in the age old manner, moving closer and closer as they walk until they both lunge into a collar and elbow tie up. They jockey for position, Loon taking the upper hand with his height and weight advantage as he backs the champion up toward the ropes. He pushes him in and whips him out -- Ninja reverses and -- Loon reverses -- Only for Ninja to reverse again! Both men wind up back in the tie up at the other side of the ring, this time with the Extreme Ninja in command as he forced Loon back onto the ropes!

JH: Impressive. Not a slither of an advantage between them so far.

Smarty bangs on the apron to will his man on, and it seems to work as the Extreme one pulls his opponent off the cables. He looks to whip him back across the ring but instead he drops to the canvas and drags him into a Drop Toe Hold, and Loon SLAMS into the canvas face first! Without a moment’s hesitation Ninja nips to his feet and throws himself into the air, coming down on the back of Loon’s head with a Knee Drop! He rolls through and hops up onto the middle rope, springing himself off with a Moonsault that sees him CRASHING across Two Point Five’s back! The champ rolls him over and makes a quick cover!

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JH: Nice combo of moves from the champion, but it’s still far too early to be putting Loon away.

TM: Shame, I think I’d rather watch a Slam match then these two freaks. Do you really think either of them deserve to be TNT’s Cruiserweight champion?

JH: I think they’re both more then deserving of the belt.

EN takes to his feet and drags Loon up with him. He SLAPS a chop across the Loony one’s chest, and another, backing him up and putting enough room between the two so that he can spin into a Mid Side Kick to his -- No! Loon catches the incoming boot and quickly SNAPS him through with a Dragon Screw! With the champ on his back, Loon releases his leg and flips forward, CRASHING his body into Ninja’s with a forward flipping Senton! He rolls to his feet and finds himself faced with the ropes. He grabs the top cable, leaps up to the very top one and throws himself off with a Twisting Corkscrew and SLAMS his rotating body into Ninja’s! He covers!

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JH: Again the advantage switches! Loon showing he can take to the air just as well, if not better, then the champion.

Loon is quick to his feet and charges into the ropes, bouncing off them and -- falling flat on his face!

JH: Hey!

TM: HA! Funny.

Both Loon and Richard Kelly turn their attention to ringside where the Paper Bag Man is walking away from the apron with his hands behind his back, a feint and innocent whistling emanating from within the brown papery confines of his head.

JH: It’s always only a matter of time with Smarty and the PBM.

TM: What? PBM did nothing, Loon’s just a clutz who tripped over his own feet.

JH: Riiiight.

Loon is back on his feet and dusting himself down, and of course yelling at the ringside occupants. It’s a distraction that allows EN#2 to get the drop on him as he fires a Dropkick right into the Loon’s spine! The contender stumbles forward into the ropes, rebounding out and finding himself spun around as the Ninja takes him by the wrist and whips him off into the corner. Loon crashes into the turnbuckles and the Ninja is hot on his tail as he charges in, steps up off the middle rope to Loons left and leaps up onto his shoulders before WHIPPING him over with a HURRICANRANA! Loon is sent skidding across the ring as Smarty cheers on his charge!

JH: Smarty’s distraction has lost Loon the advantage here.

TM: Only ’cos Extreme Ninja took advantage of the moment. He knows what he’s doing out there, he probably had that little sequence planned out with Smarty before the match.

JH: I doubt that somehow.

As Loon picks himself up and shakes away the cobwebs, the champion takes to his feet and charges across the ring toward him! Ninja quickly locks in a front chancery, taking Loon’s head in the crook of his arm as he steps up onto the ropes behind him and runs along them, through the corner and pushes off on the other side with a…

JH: CROUCHING TIGER DEE DEE TE -- NO!!

Loon pushes The Ninja off at the apex of his move and the champ is sent tumbling across the ring. Loon dusts himself down and gathers his bearings as his opponent rise, and then darts across the ring and SNAPS him into the canvas with a smooth Evenflow DDT that rattles the Extreme one! The challenger stoops down and peels Ninja off the canvas, hoisting up onto his shoulder!

JH: Could it be…?

Loon runs into the middle of the ring and SLAMS Extreme Ninja down into the canvas with a RUNNING POWERSLAM!!

JH: COUTNING BODIES LIKE SHEEP TO THE RHYTHM OF THE WAR DRUMS!!

TM: With a name that long I’m glad he doesn’t use it often.

Loon hooks the leg!

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Ninja throws a shoulder up, Smarty lets out a huge sigh of relief and Richard Kelly holds up two fingers for the Loon to see.

JH: A rare move from Loon there. He’s really willing to pull out all the stops here tonight to get his hands on that title.

Loon kneels beside his opponent as he considers his options, then leans in and fires a few rights to the champion’s head before pulling himself to his feet. He glances around, picks out the nearest corner and points toward it, evoking a round of exuberant cheering from the fans.

JH: Loon’s gonna fly!

TM: Oh whoop-di-freakin-do.

Loon hops over his opponent and makes for the corner. He steps through the ropes and onto the apron before hauling himself up the outside of the turnbuckles. He signals to the crowd one more time and they pop like Pringles cans as he comes spiralling off the top turnbuckle with a beautiful FOUR FIFTY -- INTO THE CANVAS!! Extreme Ninja rolls to the side at the very last moment and the Loon crashes and burns in the centre of the ring!

TM: HA! Funny.

Smarty seems to think so as he applauds his client’s ingenuity, or Loon’s haplessness. Either way, both men are down. Ninja is staring up at the lights, gathering his bearings as Loon rolls around clutching his stomach in pain. Kelly begins his count.

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Smarty seems to be prompting EN to stay down, knowing that his title won’t change hands on a count out, but of course the Ninja isn’t about to let that happen. He rolls himself to the ropes and uses them to haul his ass up, and turns back to his writhing opponent. Quickly he darts to his corner and snatches up his white board, scrawling something on it before showing it to the crowd. It reads “BUST A MOVE!”, and he proceeds to get down with his bad self as he break dances over to the challenger. Once he’s jiggied his way over to the Loon, he pops up and drops a Senton Leg Drop across his head and covers for the pin!

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Loon kicks out but Ninja is undeterred. He takes to his feet and drags his opponent with him, throwing a chop across his chest and boot into his gut for good measure before he SCOOPS him up! He carries the challenger over to the corner, where he drapes his legs over the top turnbuckles and hands him up in a Tree of Woe! Once again he goes for his sign and scribbles something on, before climbing the tree and perching himself on the very top of the turnbuckle! Loon shakes the cobwebs looks and quickly realises where he is, but instead of glancing up at his opponent he kicks out his feet, knocking the Ninja off balance as he rolls himself out of the Tree of Woe and plants his feet firmly back on terra-canvas. Ninja wobbles but manages to keep his composure, only for Loon to dart up the turnbuckles with him!

JH: Both men perched precariously on the top of the turnbuckles! This ain’t gonna end well!

Loon fires a forearm at Ninja, who discards his board to the floor below and fires back an arm of his own! Loon is staggered but comes back with a right hook that wobbles the Ninja, but he manages to keep his balance and fire a left back at Loon! Both men go back and forth, both looking as if they may topple to the canvas at any minute!

JH: It’s a dangerous place to be, whoever can take the advantage here could really turn the match in their favour!

TM: Fall, fall, fall, fall…

JH: Oh shut up.

Ninja rocks Loon with a big chop to his chest, but 2.5 manages to keep his balance and fire a BOOT back into EN’s gut! The champ doubles over and Loon drags him into a front chancery before lifting him up, spinning him round and DRIVING him head first DOWN INTO THE CANVAS with a TOP ROPE TWISTING DDT!!!

JH: SUPER TWISTED TRANSISTOR!!!

Loon takes a moment to gather his bearings and then pushes EN over onto his back, pinning him to the canvas!

But there’s no count! Richard Kelly is over by the ropes trying to force Smarty Smark to get his fat ass off the apron!

JH: Loon has this in the bag! That fat bastard is gonna screw him out of the title!

Loon takes to his feet, realising that he’s been screwed by Smarty and turns to the fat lump with a frustrated glint in his eye. He makes a move on Smarty, but an odd rustling from the other side of the ring catches his attention. He spins round to see the Paper Bag Man ducking through the ropes, and wastes no time in sprinting across and DROPKICKING him off the apron! PBM clatters to the mats below and Loon turns his attention back to Smarty Smark.

TM: Oh well, nice try fatso.

Loon darts across the ring, hops over the still downed Extreme Ninja and leaps up onto the middle rope! He BONKS Smarty on the head, sending the champ’s manager hurtling to the ground before Loon himself SPRINGS himself off with a CORKSCREW LIONSAULT!!!

JH: LOONSAUUUUL -- NO!!

Once again The Extreme one uses his Ninja senses to roll aside and deftly avoid the impact!

TM: Slippery little bugger ain’t he.

JH: Loon was on such a roll there. He took out the Paper Bag Freak, took down Fatty Fats and damn near scored a Loonsault on the Champ! But he just took a split second too long.

Both combatants are down but far from out as they writhe on the canvas. Kelly once again goes to initiate a count but as both men roll over to their fronts and begin to push themselves up he holsters his counting fingers and allows them to carry on.

JH: At least with Smarty and Bag Head down we can get a straight, fair fight.

TM: If a less interesting one.

The crowd is cheering on the two fan favourites as they slowly reclaim their feet. Their glances turn upwards and they find themselves staring each other out, eye to mask. Without a moment’s hesitation Loon CHARGES off and TACKLES Ninja to the ground!

JH: WITHIN A MILE FROM HOME!! And that’s how Loon sees the Cruiserweight title right now! It’s within his grasp!

TM: Shame he’s got butter fingers.

Loon piles EN to the canvas and starts wailing on him with rights and lefts, which the Ninja does his best to block. Eventually he manages to shift his weight and roll Loon over onto his back, taking the mount position and throwing his own fists into the huddled ball that is Loon 2.5! But Loon too manages to fight his way out, and both men roll off to opposite sides of the ring. They spring up within moments and the Loon charges in yelling “I KICK YOU!!!” as he raises his boot into EN’s -- NO! Ninja ducks the leg and pops up behind Loon! He raises a STIFF knee into the challengers back and hooks him into a reverse chancery, hoisting him up and over and dropping him with a -- NO! Loon lands on his feet! HE hooks Ninja into a reverse chancery of his own!

JH: He’s in the perfect position!

Loon spins him round!

JH: LOONER ECLIIIII --NO!!

Extreme Ninja shoves Loon off and sends him hurtling into the ropes! He bounces off and stumbles backwards into the waiting arms of the Ninja who trips his feet and throws a short clothesline across his neck, FORCING him into the canvas with a modified STO! Loon CRASHES to the mat and the Ninja quickly retrieves his sign as it’s slid into the ring by a rather groggy Smarty Smark. He scribbles something on it and holds it aloft as the Loon picks himself up to a knee.

JH: I STEP ON YOU!!!

He tosses the sign aside and CHARGES at Loon! The challenger flinches, covering himself for an imminent attack, but none comes. As he looks up he finds no sign of the Extreme one, who has ran past him and is currently throwing himself off the ropes behind him. He runs back in, steps off Loon’s back and brings BOTH feet down onto the crown of Loon 2.5!!

JH: A DOUBLE STOMP! Right into the top of Loon’s skull!

TM: Oh good, they’ll be no lasting damage then.

Loon remains perfectly still for a few seconds, his eyes glazing over as he begins to wobble…and then SLAMS face first into the canvas! Ninja dives in and flips him over, hooking his leg as Kelly gets down for the count!

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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL, FIW Cruiserweight Champion, EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

JH: He did it. Another successful title defence from the Extreme one.

TM: Joy.

Ninja celebrates as Richard Kelly tends to Loon, who is barely coming round form that devastating double stomp to the head. EN, being the nice guy he is, goes over and pats Loon on the shoulder as the ref and another official who came out of nowhere, as they tend to do, helps the unsuccessful challenger out of the ring.

JH: Well Loon put up a tremendous effort here tonight, but in the end it just wasn’t enough to wrest the title belt from Ninja’s waist.

Extreme Ninja takes the belt from the timekeeper and holds it aloft, the crowd cheering him on as he turns, showing it off to every side of the arena. As he turns towards the entrance side the cheers become mixed, but he’s on top of the world right now so he barely notices the change in sound. It’s only when he notices Smarty pointing and yelling that he realises something may be up.

JH: What the hell?

Ninja turns…

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…RIGHT INTO A CHAIR SHOT!!! The crowd jeer and the champion topples to the canvas as mysterious figure dressed in a black hooded top and black cargo pants hovers over him.

JH: Who the hell is that!?

TM: I dunno, but this is finally getting interesting.

Paper Bag Man jumps onto the apron but immediately retreats as the figure swings the chair in his direction. Smarty doesn’t even try to help as he cowers behind the ring post.

JH: Get security out here, this is ridicules!

Ninja stirs very little on the canvas as the figure steps over him, dropping the chair to their side. A pair of pale hands reach up and take a hold of the hood, whipping it back to reveal.

JH: OMIGOD!!! IT’S GHOST!!!

TM: HOLY SHIT! WHAT’S SHE DOING HERE!?!?

Most of the fans jeer her actions, taking out one of the most popular champions on the roster, while a small contingent of NGIW faithful burst into a chorus of cheers for their favourite hardcore Hellcat!

JH: I don’t believe this. I never thought I’d see the day when that woman would be stood in an FIW ring.

A sick smirk twists her ruby red lips as she takes the zip to her top and slowly peels it open to reveal a shiny, silver belt strapped around her waist.

TM: What is that?

JH: I dunno. Can we get a close up?

The cameras try to zoom in as she reaches round to her back and unhooks the belt, all the while her eyes fixed on the Cruiserweight champion, her studded tongue moistening her ruby reds.

JH: It’s the…It’s the V Flycore championship.

TM: The V? Didn’t they go bust?

JH: That belt has no place in an FIW ring.

As Ninja tries to push himself off the mat Ghost drops down beside him and grabs the back of his mask, RAMMING his face back down into the canvas. She pulls his head back up and shoves the belt under him, making sure he gets a good, hard look at it. The mics on the cameras barely pick up her words.

“You think you’re extreme? You don’t even know the meaning.” And in one violently quick motion she drags the champ back up to his feet, dropping her title belt to the canvas as she raises a STIFF knee into his face. From there she drags him into a chancery and wraps her leg around his.

JH: Oh no! Not this!

Ghost looks out amongst the sea of mostly jeering FIW fans, their hatred washing over her and powering the twisted smile that spread across her face. She drags Ninja down and…

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JH: FADE TO WHITE!! Ghost’s Grapevine DDT onto the V Flycore Title belt!

TM: This is awesome!

JH: How dare she!? How dare she come onto an FIW pay per view and do THIS to one of our champions!?

Ghost stands and slides her Flycore belt out from under the face of the Ninja. She gives the crowd one last glance before making her way to the edge of the ring. She ducks through the ropes and saunters her way up the walkway as Smarty and the Paper Bag Man dive in to check on their champion.

TM: Well, that was unexpected.

JH: I’ll say. Ghost, one of NGIW’s biggest names has just decimated the Extreme Ninja. On an FIW pay per view. I just can’t believe it.

TM: Believe it Hitchen. Like she said to the Ninja, you don’t even know the meaning of extreme. That bitch right there strutting up the aisle, THAT’S extreme. Not some pussy in a mask.

JH: Well I’m sure there’ll be repercussions of this night reverberating for weeks to come.

CM: The only thing reverberating for weeks to come was the pure suck of that match, eh Kurt?

KR: I try not to buy into the whole TNT/Slam! thing anymore.

CM: Well I guess that's why you don't have any fucking friends.

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KR: Coming up next here at Dangerous Liasions is a match that is sure to be one of the most brutal matches on the card, Extreme Chaos Rules, Ahriman has called out Nightmare and the Prince of Pain has answered. Now, there’s nothing left for them but warfare over the Tactical Chaos Championship.

CM: You just wait, Royle. Ahriman’s prophetic warning will come true and Orchid and that little brat Christina are gonna have to watch Nightmare’s eyes shut for the very last time in the middle of that ring!

[align=center]As Requiem Of A tower's soft intro begins to play the arena lights fade to black and the word "Ahriman" pops up on the big screen in red letters, and the crowd is hushed. A Voice whispers...

MENS SANA IN CORPORE SANO

KR: Here comes the champion. He may be an animal, he may disregard every facet of human life seemingly to satisfy his own bloodlust, but he certainly has been a dominating Tactical Chaos Champion.

As the music builds "blood" begins to fall from the ceiling as Ahriman walks slowly out onto the stage, he stands on the stage and raises his arms, wide and looks up to the ceiling and as a huge drumbeat signals him, he allows the coat to drop from his shoulders onto the floor. Ahriman stands glorious for a few seconds then begins his walk along the causeway, before ascending the ring steps, stepping in through the middle rope Ahriman climbs the nearest turnbuckle and taunts off it, before jumping down and awaiting the start of the match.[/align]

KR: When his music hits, it is gonna be bedlam here in San Antonio.

[align=center]CALL ME THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE
CALL ME THE AMERICAN DREAM
CALL ME YOUR SOUL CORRUPTED
CALL ME ANYTHING YOU NEED!
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The lights cut out immediately after Rob Zombie begins screaming the lyrics of "The Great American Nightmare", causing the crowd in attendance to cheer as loud as they possibly can which pretty much deafens anyone within a 5 mile radius. Dark purple strobes and searchlights begin to assault the entire arena now, as the fans' eager attention turns to the entryway which has been pretty much engulfed in purple smoke. A coffin is rolled out in front of the entryway by six ring monkeys, with the Neverwinter Eye stamped on the front. They raise it so that it is standing and then disperse, the crowd building in anticipation.

KR: This roar is unbelievable!

CM: …What the hell is this?

[align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!
YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE?
YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!
WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH!
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The lid SHOOTS open as two firework cannons explode on either side of him, when the smoke clears just enough Nightmare is standing tall in front of the smoking coffin, his eyes cold and determined, the crowd's reaction nearly drowning out his entrance music. He starts on a slow walk towards the ring, taking his time to survey the wildly cheering crowd on his way to the squared circle. Once he reaches it, he shrugs his coat off his shoulders, folding it up then dropping it to the floor. Nightmare hauls himself up onto the apron now, entering the ring and going to one corner. He raises his fists high in the air in a show of power and respect to his fans, now letting the flashbulbs wash over him, and shows solidarity with them by slamming one fist against his heart in a proud salute. He steps down from the buckle, producing not a white lily from his pocket....instead a single orchid. He kisses the stem of the flower then picks each petal off of it, crushing them in his hand and sprinkling the remains all in his corner. Now finished with his ritual he settles into his corner, ready for war.

CM: What’s with the coffin, and the flower? Is he some kind of bad Undertaker reject now?

KR: There’s obviously some sort of symbolism, perhaps Nightmare being reborn once again, rising from the dead out of that coffin, and of course the flower, he sees that as spiritual support from his former manager Orchid. Let’s go down to Charles Cruz for the introductions.

The camera centers on Charles Cruz now who has his microphone.

CC: Ladies and gentlemen, FIW Dangerous Liasions continues with this 1 fall match to be governed under Extreme Chaos Rules, and it is for the TACTICAL CHAAAAAOOOOOOSSS CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd claps and cheers as Cruz continues.

CC: Introducing first, the champion, standing to my right, he hails from Birmingham, Alabama, and weighed in tonight at 245 pounds. He is the current reigning FIW Tactical Chaos Champion, ladies and gentlemen, the master of the Doombolt, THIS! IS! AAAAAHHHHHRIMANNNNNNN!

The crowd boos the sado-masochist as he hands over his title, pointing at Nightmare and drawing a thumb across his throat. He shouts something to the effect of “Your career dies HERE, Nightmare!” and laughing, he settles back into the corner.

CC: And his opponent, standing to my left, is the challenger. He hails from Portland, Oregon, and weighs in tonight at 275 pounds. He is a former three time FIW Extreme Chaos Champion, former tag team champion and, a former FIW Heavyweight CHAMPION OF THE WORLD…Ladies and gentlemen, the one and only Prince of Pain…THIS! IS! NIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTMAAAAAAAAARE!

Obviously a mostly pro-Nightmare crowd in San Antonio, considering they blew out every eardrum near them with the level of noise they’re producing. Nightmare doesn’t move from his corner, doesn’t take his eyes off of Ahriman, merely he raises a fist high into the air and slams it to his chest, showing love for the crowd. Charles exits the ring, letting the referee for this match take over from here, who signals for the bell.

DING!

Ahriman doesn’t waste much time, just about leaping out of his corner towards Nightmare, starting his attack with a hard knee to the gut. This seems to have surprised the Prince of Pain, Ahriman follows up with another knee and then shoves Nightmare back into the corner, clipping his jaw with a forearm strike, then smacking a European Uppercut off the same area! Seemingly having control of this match, Ahriman takes time to shout down at one of Nightmare’s fans that this would be the last time they ever see their hero, which gives Nightmare opportunity to grab Ahriman by the throat with both hands and lift him into the corner! Nightmare then follows up with a headbutt that rocks the Tactical Chaos Champion, as well as a knife edge chop right across his chest!

KR: Impressive show of strength, but this is the same man that got 338lb Carl Lucas up onto his shoulder for the Cataclysm.

CM: Big fucking whoop. He still lost that match.

Nightmare hooks up Ahriman and brings him out into the center of the ring, whipping him into the far side ropes, he raises a boot to hit Ahriman square in the face but Ahriman intelligently slides underneath the foot and comes up behind Nightmare, hitting a quick reverse DDT! He doesn’t follow up with the cover, instead he hovers over the Prince of Pain, raining down forearms and punches until Night manages to shove him away, while Nightmare is trying to regain himself Ahriman slides to the outside and throws up the apron skirt, looking underneath for toys to implement into the match.

KR: Ahriman’s certainly not stalling to bring in weapons!

CM: He wants to hurt Nightmare more than anything right now, it’s like he’s obsessed with putting Night out of his misery here!

He manages to pull out quite a few weapons, some of those being 2 trashcans, one trashcan lid, a table, a staple gun and a steel chair! He leaves everything on the floor including the table which he sets up near the side of the ring, except for the chair, Ahriman takes the steel equalizer in his hands and climbs back up onto the apron, looking to brain Night with it once he gets back inside the ring but His Merciless will not have any of it, charging and hitting a high knee strike on Ahriman, making him drop the chair to the floor as well as sending him careening off the apron so that he lands chest first on the guardrail! Nightmare seems to be favoring his knee though since he hit the chair flush with it.

KR: OOH! Bad ride, worse landing for the champ!

CM: I think Night might have hurt himself in the process, that idiot!

Nightmare follows Ahriman to the outside, grabbing him by the back of the head and smashing him into the rail again! He grabs Ahriman and sets him up, whipping him towards the steel stairs a few steps away from them both but Ahriman reverses the momentum, sending Nightmare just about flying into the steps shoulder first with a terrific crash! The steps clatter noisily onto the concrete floor near Nightmare, Ahriman seems to like that just fine as he picks up the top part of the stairs and drops them hard onto Nightmare’s back!

KR: Ahriman took advantage of the brief momentum swing and dropped solid steel right onto the Prince of Pain, Night’s going to feel that for sure even if he can fight back!

Nightmare holds his back in pain on the ground as Ahriman stands above him grinning savagely, he kicks Night in the ribs for good measure then goes back to where he originally found those weapons, picking up the staple gun. He heads back over to Nightmare who has hoisted himself to his knees with the help of the entryway railing, grabbing Nightmare round the neck in almost a chokehold with one arm so he can shoot a staple into the Prince of Pain’s forehead!

CM: Beautiful, Ahriman! Fuck him up, make that idiot bleed!

Nightmare is indeed bleeding profusely, cut open from the staple, Ahriman holds the staple gun high before trying to shoot another staple into Night’s head, he blocks Ahriman’s hand though and after a brief struggle Nightmare picks up Ahriman bearhug style, with a tremendous roar he goes sprinting towards the other entryway railing, driving Ahriman back first into it! Ahriman drops to his knees, holding his back and absolutely HOWLING in pain as Nightmare grabs a towel from a nearby fan to wipe the blood off his face, before handing it back to the now marking-like-a-bitch fan who is soon going to come into a lot of money thanks to E-Bay. The Prince of Pain then heads back to the ring, picking up one trashcan on his way there and tosses it back into the ring. He turns and returns to Ahriman, picking him up and rolling him back into the ring despite Ahriman throwing punches at his chest. Nightmare comes in after him, picking up the trash can, he goes to brain Ahriman with it but the TCC boots him in the gut, making him drop the trashcan, Ahriman loads the 275 pounder up and after positioning himself, lifts him up and powerbombs him onto the can!

KR: POWERBOMB!!

CM: That’s it, it’s over! Pin him, Ahriman!

Ahriman pulls Nightmare away from the ruined can and covers him, surprisingly the first pin of the match..

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CM: Wait, what? Ahriman..Nightmare..he was supposed to lose!!

KR: Not happening, Chip. You’re gonna have to kill Nightmare to keep him down, although I’m worried to say that Ahriman may well go to that length to keep his title.

Ahriman doesn’t get off Nightmare after the kickout and instead lays into him with a flurry of forearms, trying to worsen the cut that’s already on Nightmare’s head. He picks him up, visibly pissed off that he hasn’t been able to put Nightmare away, and grabs him now in a front facelock after lifting him to his feet, apparently looking for the stalling brainbuster he calls Cogito Ergo Sum, but Nightmare is able to block it, Ahriman tries again, another block, and Nightmare counters by lifting him up vertical suplex style, Night seems to stumble toward the edge of the ring with the table set up near it, and he DUMPS AHRIMAN TO THE FLOOR EFFECTIVELY SUPLEXING HIM THROUGH THE TABLE! The crowd starts up a loud “F-I-DUB” chant as Nightmare collapses against the corner, weak from the loss of blood so far in this contest.

KR: My god! It seems like no more than 15 minutes have passed in this match and already both men have ravaged each other! Nightmare’s bleeding like a stuck pig and the Tactical Chaos Champion just got dropped through a damn table!

Nightmare throws his head back, blood still covering a good part of his face, he stumbles over and exits the ring, bypassing Ahriman’s barely moving form to collect the steel stairs that Ahriman used on him earlier, the Prince of Pain pauses for a moment hunched over the stairs, pain shooting up his back. He regains himself and picks up the stairs sliding them underneath the ropes into the ring, and now he goes over to Ahriman who has just gotten up to his knees, he grabs Ahriman and rolls him back in the ring, the crowd buzzing because they know he’s got the advantage. Nightmare climbs up on the apron to get back into the ring but Ahriman has enough wits about him for a last ditch defensive maneuver, he grabs Nightmare by the back of the head and dropping straight down, Ahriman jacks Nightmare’s throat across the top rope!

KR: Smart defensive move by Ahriman, he had better capitalize if he wants to have any hope of leaving San Antonio with the Tactical Chaos Championship.

Nightmare very nearly fell off the apron after that move, coughing and spluttering, this gives Ahriman ample time to drag Nightmare through the ropes and into the ring where he positions Nightmare over the stairs and grabs him by the throat with both hands, lifting him up and DROPPING HIM BACK FIRST ON THE STAIRS!! The crowd oohs in disbelief and horror as Nightmare drops facefirst to the mat absolutely SCREAMING in pain, Ahriman laughing maniacally at his enemy’s plight.

KR: Oh no! Two handed chokebomb lands the Prince back first on the stairs, already after Nightmare had his back hurt earlier in the match!

CM: It’s over right here, I know it! Nightmare can’t get up from this!

Ahriman rolls Nightmare over and pins him, hooking the leg..

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KR: He’s still in it! After a chokebomb on the stairs that nearly broke Nightmare’s back that stubborn son of a bitch is still in it!

CM: QUIT KICKING OUT, GOD DAMN YOU~! JUST DIE! JUST LAY DOWN AND GODDAMN DIE!

Ahriman seems to growl throatily, visibly pissed off further that he just cannot put Nightmare away, and lifts him slowly to his feet, making sure Nightmare is staying steady before retrieving the steel chair, he lines up Nightmare and swings, connecting flush with the Prince of Pain’s head with a sickening thud! Nightmare doesn’t go down though, Ahriman drops the chair, applies a front facelock, double underhook, and then PLANTS Nightmare headfirst into the chair!

KR: Sorry, that has to be it! Nightmare cannot stand up to a beating like this much longer, especially a double arm DDT like that!

CM: Nice to hear you’re finally coming around, Royle! Hahaha!

Ahriman rolls Nightmare’s barely conscious form over and pins him again…

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KR: He kicked out again! Nightmare wants this so bad that he just by God will not die!

CM: …Why, Nightmare? Why? Why, why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting?

Ahriman rolls out of the ring leaving Nightmare down and bloody, he lifts up the apron of the ring again and seems to have found something, pulling out a large board that is absolutely covered in barbed wire! The crowd boos horrendously at the sickening smile crossing Ahriman’s face, as he slides the barbed wire “bed” underneath the ropes into the ring, where Nightmare is trying to get back onto his feet. Ahriman enters the ring soon after, and sets up the barbed wire bed in the corner. Once it’s set up to Ahriman’s liking he picks up Nightmare, ‘helping’ him to his feet, and shoves him into the far side corner across from the barbed wire, rocking the Prince of Pain again with a European Uppercut. Ahriman makes sure that the camera gets a good shot of Nightmare’s bloodsoaked face and upper body, and grabs Nightmare looking to Irish Whip him across the ring towards the wire but Nightmare stops his momentum thankfully before Ahriman is able to throw him, Ahriman attempts to yank Nightmare into a short arm clothesline but Nightmare ducks underneath it, Ahriman turns around, Nightmare snares him up in a capture and HURLS HIM BACKWARD, SUPLEXING AHRIMAN AGAINST THE BARBED WIRE BED IN THE CORNER!

KR: JESUS! JESUS! HE’S CAUGHT IN ALL THAT BARBED WIRE!

CM: ARREST THAT MANIAC! NIGHTMARE IS TRYING TO KILL HIM!

The crowd ‘AAARGH’s at the sight of Ahriman caught upside down, his flesh being ripped by all the barbed wire but it doesn’t stop there as Nightmare staggers over to the barbed wire bed and pulls Ahriman off of it, the Tactical Chaos Champion now bleeding from hundreds of gashes all over his back, his arms, his legs, everywhere. Night picks him up, backing him into the corner, Nightmare whips Ahriman across the ring with all his strength making Ahriman plunge facefirst into the barbed wire board again! The crowd ‘AAARGHS’ even louder, when Ahriman pulls himself out of the wire, blood absolutely covering his face, SMILING, until Nightmare wipes him out with a running boot to the skull! Nightmare drops and covers..

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KR: Ahriman just BARELY got away there!

CM: These two men are running out of gas, there is absolutely no way in hell they can continue to endure this!

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KR: The capacity crowd here in the Alamodome is damn right! This IS awesome!

Nightmare rolls out of the ring barely able to stand up but somehow he’s doing it, he pulls another table out of the ring and sets it up horizontally next to the apron, he also pulls out a can of gasoline! He raises the gas can high to the elated cheers of the crowd, as Ahriman is just now stirring inside the ring.

CM: Don’t you goddamn dare light that table up, Nightmare!

KR: Nightmare’s looking to put an end to this match right now!

He turns the can over and begins to dump gasoline on the table, making sure not to spill any on the floor, once enough is on there he throws the gas can aside and grabs a match from a nearby fan, striking it on the rail, he throws it on the table and the table goes up in flames!

CM: He lit it! He really is insane!

KR: This is what Ahriman is getting! He wanted an Extreme Chaos Rules match with Nightmare, and this is what he gets!

Nightmare comes back to collect Ahriman but he suprises Nightmare with a forearm to the face! Nightmare almost falls through the flaming table, but hangs on by one hand, though he’s dangerously close to the fire, Ahriman strikes with another forearm but Nightmare still hangs on! Ahriman now goes out to the apron and strikes out with another forearm, Nightmare answering back with one of his own, Ahriman responds with a forearm but Nightmare ducks, grabbing Ahriman back suplex style, he picks Ahriman up and FALLS OFF THE APRON DRIVING HIMSELF AND AHRIMAN THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE WITH A BACKDROP DRIVER!!! RING MONKEYS SWARM THE TWO MEN AND SPRAY THEM WITH FIRE EXTINGUISHERS TO PUT THE FLAMES OUT!

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KR: NIGHTMARE WITH A BACKDROP DRIVER THROUGH A GODDAMN FLAMING TABLE! WHAT IN HELL WON’T HE DO TO WIN THIS MATCH!?

The camera pushes its way through the debris and ring monkeys still spraying away, and we can see that Nightmare has an arm draped over Ahriman!!

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CM: And they’re STILL in it!!

KR: This is incredible. This has to be one of the most brutal encounters we’ve seen here at Dangerous Liasions. Both these men are bleeding in seemingly hundreds of places at once, they are both partially burned …and somehow, some god damn how, ladies and gentlemen, Nightmare is trying to get back to his feet.

Indeed, among a lot of well-earned applause from the San Antonio crowd inside the Alamodome, Nightmare, with burn marks all over his arms and back, with gashes all over his face and upper body has pulled himself to his feet with the help of the railing, and has picked up Ahriman to roll him back into the ring. He drops down to a knee, seemingly from the horrendous amount of blood he’s lost, but no, Nightmare is looking for another weapon. He seems to have found something as he pulls his huge arm out from underneath the ring…carrying a steel chair. He turns it over and the mottled texture of the hundreds of shards of broken glass glued to the seat catches the lights of the Alamodome, sending the fans into a frenzy!!

KR: Oh no.

CM: I hope that’s not what I think it is!

KR: It is! It’s REDRUM!!!

Nightmare brings the famed weapon into the ring, stalking Ahriman with it almost who although he doesn’t fear the weapon, he stands up rather quickly, wary of the glass covered chair and the damage it is capable of causing, he knows that he’s got to get the chair away from Nightmare so he lands a hard kick to the gut, doubling Night over, making him drop the chair, Ahriman loads him up and tries to set him up for the Hammer of the Underworld but Nightmare manages to wiggle his way out of it, he lands on his feet and scoops up Redrum, Ahriman turns around just in time to have the chair smash square into his face! Ahriman rolls over after hitting the mat and Nightmare doesn’t give him any time to recover, he raises Redrum and slams it across his back two, three more times! Night throws Redrum aside, the glass having done its work tearing apart Ahriman’s back further!

KR: Redrum tastes the blood of Ahriman!!

CM: This isn’t good, this isn’t good! Nightmare’s gonna…gonna…do the thing…where you don’t lose!

KR: You can’t say it can you? You can’t say that Nightmare’s gonna win?

CM: EEEYAAARGH! THE “W” WORD! DON’T SAY NIGHTMARE AND THE ‘W’ WORD IN THE SAME SENTENCE!

Nightmare decides now that it’s probably time to try to put this match in the deep freeze right now and exits the ring, digging underneath the ring again and this time pulling out a somewhat large canvas sack. The crowd seems to know what’s inside this sack as they begin to buzz, the Prince of Pain throws the sack into the ring and slides back inside, Ahriman not seeming to be moving, Nightmare unties the sack and turns it upside down spilling thousands of glittering gold thumbtacks onto the mat! The buzzing becomes a roar as Nightmare points down to the tacks, pounding his chest with his other hand.

KR: This cannot end well!

Nightmare heads over and picks Ahriman up, pulling him into a standing headscissors as he positions himself and Ahriman over the thumbtacks. He bellows “CATACLYSM!!!” to the Alamodome crowd, and grabs Ahriman flipping him up into the powerbomb position, he lifts Ahriman a little higher but Ahriman throws a couple forearms into Nightmare’s face, making him lose his grip a bit, Ahriman falls down from Night’s grip and grabs his head on the way down SPIKING HIS HEAD INTO THE MAT AND THE TACKS WITH A HARSH RAVEN EFFECT!

CM: YEEEES!

KR: DOOMBOLT INTO THE TACKS!!

Both men lay there for a few scary moments, then Ahriman with tacks lining the backs of his arms and his back as well manages to push Nightmare over onto his back and merely fall on top of him, an arm draped across..

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CM: HAHAHAHAHA! YEEEES! THE ERA OF NIGHTMARE IS OVER!! WHAT DID AHRIMAN TELL YOU, KURT?!

KR: Ahriman not only wins this match, he survives it!

Charles Cruz: Llllladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall, and still the FIW Tactical Chaos Champion, AAAAAHHHHHRIIIIMMMMAAAAAN!!

Ahriman rolls off of Nightmare, too tired and wounded to even get up as the referee drops the Tactical Chaos Championship onto his bloody and thumbtack-covered body, Nightmare rolling away from the tacks to try to pull at least a few out of his face. “Requiem of a Tower” reprises through the speakers whilst Ahriman rolls out of the ring to stagger up the walkway, his TCC title raised high in the air.

KR: Nightmare damn sure made Ahriman earn this victory tonight. He fought his heart out and just would not give up until the pain became too much. I’m sure although Ahriman will be proud of the victory, he will think twice before he questions Nightmare’s ability again!

CM: Come off it, Kurt. Ahriman was merely proving what he said, that Nightmare was merely a shell of what he used to be, he proved that tonight in front of all these idiots in San Antonio!

KR: Wait a minute..

The camera cuts away from Ahriman heading backstage and comes back to the ring where Nightmare is pulling himself to his feet, an absolute mess, he is wearing the proverbial ‘crimson mask’ and even has a few thumbtacks sticking in his forehead and sticking in his chest. Nevertheless Nightmare staggers over to the ropes and exits the ring, refusing help from the referee to a standing ovation from the crowd as he walks backstage under his own power.

KR: Can you believe this? After Ahriman put him through absolute hell out here tonight Nightmare is walking out of the Alamodome. He’ll go to the back and he’ll for damn certain be taking his pride with him.

CM: Pride is what’s going to put that dumbfuck in a wheelchair or a coffin, if you ask me. If Nightmare was as tough as he says he is he would have kicked out but he didn’t. Tch. Pussy.

KR: How about YOU try going through an Extreme Chaos Rules match with Ahriman, you try going through flaming tables and being thrown into barbed wire beds, and then talk about Nightmare being a ‘pussy’.

CM: Sorry, what? Not paying attention.

KR: *sighs*

When he reaches the top of the walkway, Nightmare stops and places his hands on his hips, breathing hard and looking out behind bloodstained eyes at 36,500 people that are all standing and clapping and cheering for his effort. He smiles, although it’s apparent he’s disappointed in himself for the loss, and disappears backstage.

Backstage we see Matt Impact sitting by a garbage can in the middle of the corridor. He is seated on the floor, back against the wall, with his King of Slam! robe lied next to him, his crown on top of that as well as his scepter. A tear runs down his face as that tear then quickly turns to anger as he sees the camera and fury comes over his eyes as his face scrunches up and grows red as he begins to speak.

Impact: Fuck Slam!, fuck TNT, fuck FIW for that matter! I am no king, I am no royalty, I am nothing special!

Impact gets up throwing his royalty gear in the garbage can as he begins walking throughout the corridor as the camera follows him to the parking garage as he stops, not knowing the camera is live and still following him.

Impact: Or am I!? Yes, I am, I am special, I am a two time FIW World Champion aren’t I? But what have I done wrong, where have I gone wrong dammit!

Impact continues walking as he stops for the second time in front of his Hummer in the parking lot of the Alamodome as he still does not notice the camera is live behind him.

Impact: Yes, that is it, I’ve been a fucking pushover the past year. Well no more bullshit, no more Mr. Nice Impact! I know I’m greater and better than everyone in this god damn business, but to prove it, I must show it. And you know what, I couldn’t give a shit I lost to Prime, because tomorrow is a new day, and a new Impact will be born. I am better than anyone FIW has to offer, and now, I will prove it. Yes, I am special…

Impact turns around seeing the camera for the first time but plays it off like he knew it was there all along.

Impact: …and I’m more talented than you!

He points to the camera as he then turns around, gets into the driver’s seat of his Hummers, backs out of his spot and drives away in the distance.
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We cut backstage to an unsteady shot as the man wielding the camera seems to be jogging through the corridors of the Alamodome. His destination becomes clear as he passes a sign pointing to the parking lot, and with a little help from his sound man he crashes through the double doors. From here the camera pans from left to right as he searches for his target, and there, off in the distance, he spots her.

The pace picks up again as he moves in on the figure in black, a shock of white hair bobbing gentle as she moves along. Ghost sheds the black hooded top, slipping it off her bare shoulders as she tosses it into the back of her silver mini, talking to someone in the front passengers seat. As we move the mic begins to pick up sound. First the back door being slammed shut and then the voice of her companion, her Aussie girlfriend Ellywen Doyle, as she steps out of the car and leans on the roof.

“So, we done here?” She enquires, apparently bored with hanging out in a dank parking lot.

“For now,” Her English tones providing a stark comparison to her other half’s more antipodean flavour. A smirk curls the corner of her ruby red lips as she opens the driver side door. “I think I got my message across.” She slips into the drivers seat as a sly smile stretches across Elly’s jaw.

“Good, ‘cos I’m fucking starving. And this dank is playing havoc with my split ends.” She disappears into the car with her lover, slamming the door shut behind her as the engine roars into life, and moments later the little silver mini is hurtling it’s way out of the car park in search of curly fries and hair care products.

JH: I'm still just utterly SHOCKED at Ghost's appearance at this pay-per-view. Do you know what this could mean, Thomas?

TM: Wiggum is dropping Remy or Carl?

JH: I-- what?

TM: ... nevermind.

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JH: Well, at least I can find hope in this next match. Sam Kinloch FINALLY gets some retribution against Tier, and boy I CANNOT wait!

TM: For Tier to kick her ass? Yeah, me neither, Jonathan!

But we do not get a Tier entrance. No. Instead we open on a dim locker room. Light spills across the floor as the door opens, illuminating a figure. This figure has shoulder-length black hair, muscular reddish-tan skin... and soulless black eyes. Tier looks upward, squinting into the light. His lips refuse to smile.

Tier: Madison. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Madison grins from ear to ear as she lays her eyes upon the man who tonight will be going one on one with a former lover and current love interest. Oh how she loves to benefit financially off personal situations.

Madison: Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to come back and see you before you have a roll around with a former girlfriend in my ring. Err, one of them. Do you always have such violent break-ups? It’s just funny how both women that you actually managed to get see past your less than appealing appearance have come to hate you so.

Tier: Don't kid yourself, Madison. I only smell jealousy on your breath because you don't have the mental acuity to make it seem like you aren't a she-devil with snakeskin boots. No man is foolish enough to take more than a cursory fuck.

He lets the last word click from his tongue to enforce the vulgarity.

Madison actually chuckles at Tier’s words. Something about his venomous words actually manage to incite humor in the “she-devil with snakeskin boots”.

Madison: Oh Tier. You’re assuming there’s any man worthy of me for longer than that?

He finally raises his head to indicate he is, indeed, looking at her.

Tier: Any man that could would have to have an acid-resistant penis.

He rises after his quip, fetching a document heretofore unseen on a table next to him.

Tier: I won't be wrestling tonight.

He hands the paper to Madison. Madison takes the paper from his hand but she doesn’t give it a look over yet. No, actually her eyes are still on Tier. And the smirk on her lips actually seems to be flirtatious.

Madison: Come on, Tier. Don’t pretend like you have thought about it. Like you haven’t wondered if you stood a chance.

Tier closes the space between them, pressing his body perhaps uncomfortably close to hers, staring down into her eyes with a grim expression and a half-curious quirk of the eyebrows.

Madison: But you’re smart enough to know I’m out of your league.

Madison grins as she steps back from Tier, giggling like the head cheerleader bitch you went to school with. A sigh closes off the giggle, letting us know just how funny she found that. Only then does her attention become focused on the paper Tier handed her.

Madison: What’s this? Love letter?

She giggles again but she begins to read it over and it’s most definitely not a love letter. Or if it is, she’s not happy with how it reads.

Tier: Sam's resignation. "Personal reasons", she states.

Tier doesn't seem as smug nor as happy as he should be for having inadvertantly gotten one over Madison.

Madison remains quiet for the longest time, prompting us to wonder if she’s gone catatonic over this revelation. She lowers the paper, her face contorted in an angry scowl.

Madison: What the hell are you doing with this? You know, mail tampering is a fraud. And when I report that you went through my things and took THIS before I even had a chance to read it… let’s just say I won’t have to worry about dealing with you, or your cryptic messages anymore.

Still no smile from the Lord God, Tier, but he gives a small chuckle.

Tier: When you're right you're right, Madison. You won't have to worry about anything very... very soon.

Quickly and unexpectedly, Tier snares Madison's left hand and bows his head as he raises it to his lips for a kiss. His breath lingers on her hand for a moment before he lets her pull away and straightens.

Tier: Thank you... for the dance.

With that, Tier shoulders past her out into the hallway. Madison glares down on him with fury as he glides away, and we fade.

TM: What the crap was that!? Slam has WAY more matches than us now! NO FAIR!!

JH: A shocking development... Sam quitting FIW the day of her dream match!?

CM: Get over it, pansies. It's time for a QUALITY match.

KR: I can't argue with that statement. It's gonna be some hardcore havoc!

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We cue ringside to Jonathan Hitchen & Thomas Moore.

JH: We've had some explosive matches so far tonight-

TM: And we've still got a ways to go!

JH: Up nex-

Hitchen stops in his tracks, his eyes darting off screen as confusion rushes over his face.

JH: Erm... Sorry fans, I'm being given instructions through my headse- *into his headset* What?! You want me to do an interview?

TM: What's going on, Jonathan?

JH: *into his headset* Interview him?! He's here?! ... *to Moore & the rest of the world* I'm sorry fans, but I'm needed to do an interview right now!

Hitchen rises from the announcer's desk as Moore's face turns into a whirlwind of surprise, confusion & sadness.

TM: Interview? Wait, gimme the details! ... I'll miss you!

Hitchen walks away from his announcing position & up the ringsteps. The crowd gives a polite pop for the TNT announcers, which he quickly acknowledges with a wave & thumbs-up. He walks up to the apron, then climbs between the 2nd & 3rd ropes and into the ring. He steps to centerstage, bringing a mic to his lips as he prepares for this impromptu interview.

JH: Ladies & Gentlemen, I've just received word that we have a special guest with us tonight. *crowd pops* Now... We haven't seen this man compete in an FIW ring since Anarchy In The UK & hasn't even been seen or heard from since the TNT following it. So now, San Antonio, give a Texas sized welcome to the two-time Dual Crown Champion! The Monster of TNT, Jim O'Brien!

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EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY
FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES
CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY


O'Brien looks out into the extravagant crowd, then pounding his chest & raising a peace sign to the air. Behind him sprouts a waterfall of red and gold pyrotechnics. After a handful of seconds, the pyrotechnics come to an end which signals the big man to begin his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim appears quite jubilant, hitting high fives with several fans at ringside. The former Dual Crown holder then reaches the ring steps, walks up them & onto the apron, then climbs over the top rope.

TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I AM

He makes his way to the southeast turnbuckle, climbing the 2nd one, facing the crowd. O'Brien smirks at the fans he faces, welcoming their positive energy towards him. Jim crosses his arms, shaking his head slowly.

EVOLUTION, EVOLUTION

O'Brien hops off the 2nd turnbuckle, which signals the song and lights to cut. He approaches Jonathan Hitchen with a big smile on his face.
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And speaking of Jim's face, he's had a bit of a makeover - His facial hair has grown out into a full goatee and his hair - that's right - the Mullet is BACK! The crowd breaks out into heavy chants of "O-BRI-EN!" and even "MULL-ET!" He grins towards the crowd, raising a fist to the air. Hitchen brings his mic up & speaks.

JH: Jim, you haven't even been seen since April... I think you've got some explaining to do!

O'Brien: *chuckles* Well, I suppose some explanations are due.

Jim pauses, his once jovial face growing solemn.

O'Brien: Y'know, I've heard what a lot of the fans, a lot of what the wrestlers in the back have been thinking, been saying - "Jim O'Brien took his ball and went home. Jim O'Brien didn't stay to do the right thing." But y'know... I have my reasons. Now let's go back to Anarchy In The UK, after I just pummeled Onikage & his little errand boy along with Some Kind of Monster. After winning that matchup, I had done everything I had set out to do. Every one of my goals - from winning championships, to winning my own redemption, I accomplished.

O'Brien: I also came out of the match alive, but wounded. Now, I'm not sure how many of you know this, but it wasn't too much longer after the match that doctors found a Staph Infection developing in my left arm. It was serious, but thankfully I was never at risk at losing my arm, or worse. But because of the treatments & the nature of the beast, I wasn't able to train or keep up like I'm used to. I lost a lot of weight, but with the help of McDonald's, White Castle & Pizza Hut I found most of it. But now I weigh about two-eighty, two-eighty-five, the lowest my weight has been since High School maybe. And seems like to me a lot of these great fans in San Antonio are glad to see me go back to an old hairdo of mine.

The crowd pops, albeit a cheap pop, but a pop's a pop.

O'Brien: And now that I'm a hundred percent healthy... Now that I'm feeling the best - and looking the best - that I ever have, I think it's time for Jim O'Brien to run with the big dogs one more time. So right now, here in San Antonio, I don't wanna wait for the end of the main event! I don't wanna wait for the future! SWYTCH! Bring your carcass down to this ring! It's time to bring the Dual Crown home, once & for all!

The San Antonio crowd absolutely explodes in excitement. Even Jonathan Hitchen looks excited about the prospect of a Jim/Swytch encounter.

And EXPLODING OVER THE P.A. ... an unfamiliar song.

The blasting guitars of Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage fill the arena as everybody in attendance stands up to find out whom this music belongs to.

TM: Hey, that’s not Swytch’s music. What’s this about?

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Still there seems to be no sign of anybody at the entryway as the music continues blaring.

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OH DON’T YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN

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HOLY DIVER
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After a few more seconds, a figure finally begins to appear at the top of the stage shrouded in the fog that is being emitted form the floor below. The figure stands in place at the entryway before finally taking a few steps forward revealing it to be none other than…


TM: It’s Samael!! The Death Angel is back in FIW!

Indeed The Death Angel makes his way down the walkway and slowly into the ring. A huge pop comes from the San Antonio crowd looking on from the stands as they cheer their Texas son. Samael paces around the ring for a few moments before turning his attention to the timekeeper and asking for a mic. After receiving one, he raises it up to his mouth and begins to speak.

Samael Seems your return isn’t the only surprise of the night O’Brien. You all thought you saw the final fall of the Death Angel but I don’t die that easily! And you know, I’m not at all surprised at your return one bit. You see, you always did come off as a second rate Mick Foley, desperately searching for that last bit of glory before fading into oblivion.

Jim's face grows stern as he crosses his massive arms over his just as massive chest.

Samael: Just like Mick Foley calling himself the so-called Hardcore Legend, you continue to walk around here trying to make people believe you are still the Monster of TNT. But the fact is you lost that moniker long ago! Somewhere along the way in your career you got soft! You can try and make your surprise return but the fact is you’re washed up! You wanna come out here challenging Swytch to a match when you couldn’t even match Hitchen! You don’t have what it takes anymore O’Brien! You’ve lost it! You can call yourself the Monster of TNT all you want but it’s time to face facts, you are now looking at the REAL Monster of TNT…The Death Angel, Samael!

Jim's eyes face the canvas below, then into the eyes of the Death Angel before him. A small grin crawls over his lips as he raises Jonathan Hitchen's hand that clutches the microphone.

O'Brien: So I've gone soft, eh? You wanna ask Fozzy McQueen if I'm soft? You think I gave Brighty nothing but tender love & care? Jesus Christ... How about you ask Onikage or even Silent Rage how soft I was!

The Texas sized crowd pops in rememberance of the past wars involving The Monster of TNT.

O'Brien: Y'know you got a lot of gall to say something like that to me of all people. And that was your problem, Nathaniel. Your future in this business was brighter than anyone else's when you arrived on TNT and was white hot a year ago. You could've had the Ultimate Endurance - hell, the Dual Crown Championship by now. But instead you let your ego & your attitude problems get the best of you.

A mixed reaction comes over as Jim starts to put The Death Angel in his place.

O'Brien: And then you wanna say you're the new "Monster of TNT"? Samael, I have not only beaten but I have brutalized everyone whomever has crossed my path. I have competed in matches that will forever be remembered by Full Intensity Wrestling for their sheer violence & brutality. And need I mention... Twice I have held the Dual Crown. Two occasions more than you have, two occasions more than you ever will.

Samael’s eyes narrow a bit but quickly his demeanor changes and a sly smile appears on his face. A slight chuckle can be heard before he speaks again.

Samael: Yet another attribute making you look like the has-been you really are. Seems to me as though you’ve got nothing else of worth to mention about your *making quotes in the air* “illustrious” career here so you continue to milk those victories for all they are worth. It’s time to let it all go O’Brien, that was in the past and will never happen again! They may say history has a way of repeating itself but for a piece of crap such as you that will never be the case. Because you see, just as you claim to, I too have come for my redemption! Because of you O’Brien, I was forced to continue down a downward spiral of defeat! Because of you I was halted from rising beyond the Fighting Spirit Championship and now I’m here to exact my own version of vengeance against you and to prove to all of FIW that I am fully prepared and capable of doing what you prevented me from doing in the first place!

Like a red flag being waved in front of a bull, Jim's nostrils flare, his muscles tighten, his teeth grit, the veins in his neck beginning to pop out. He steps closer to Samael, getting right in his face! He snorts, then a small smile comes over his face. He brings Samael's mic to his lips & quietly-yet-intimidatingly growls out...

b]O'Brien:[/b] So you want some redemption? *Samael nods* All right then, now's your chance... We'll do it the same way I did - No. Holds. Barred. Ring the bell.

TM: Is he serious? No holds barred?! They’re gonna fight it out right now?!

Apparently he is serious and neither one of these guys wastes any time immediately barreling toward each other and lock-up, each one launching a flurry of stiff right hands to the head of his opponent.

TM: Get the hell outta there before those two guys bash you too Hitchen!

Seems Hitchen heard his announce partner as he rushes off to escape any danger to himself and flies out of the ring, nearly at the same instant that Logan Black slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He signals to Timmy the Timekepper for the ol'...

[align=center]DING DING DING![/align]

Samael and Jim continue to bash the crap out of each other with rights and lefts that can be heard throughout the arena. Jim begins taking the upper hand in the battle as he backs Samael into the ropes.

TM: This isn’t even an official match! These guys are just battering the hell out of each other!

Jim continues backing Samael into the ropes before launching him to the other side. Samael rebounds off and Jim catches him with a leaping shoulder tackle and the big man is down! Jim wastes no time though and quickly drags Samael to his feet. He batters his face again with a few right hands before sending him off into the corner. Jim backs up slightly AND HE GETS A RUNNING START AND BURIES HIS LEFT ARM INTO THE NECK AND CHEST OF SAMAEL WITH A HUGE LARIAT!

TM: I’ve never seen you run so fast in my life Hitchen! Haha!

JH: With the way this apparent impromptu match is escalating I doubt I’d be alive if I didn’t.

TM: These two might just kill each other in the end!

That doesn’t seem to have happened yet though. Samael still remains in the corner, hunched over on one knee as Jim slowly stalks his prey. He grabs him and lifts him to his feet before pushing him in to the corner. He leans backward a bit AND PLANTS A BIG ELBOW INTO THE FACE OF SAMAEL! He pushes him back again AND AGAIN PLANTS AN ELBOW TO THE FACE! Jim moves away and Samael stumbles out of the corner looking rather groggy. Jim paces around a bit, now favoring his previously injured arm and slightly wincing in pain.

JH: Jim still showing signs of injury there favoring that arm he revealed had that Staph infection.

Samael seemingly regains his bearings and notices Jim in a fair amount of pain in his arm. Samael moves close to Jim and immediately targets the arm, grabbing it and twisting it into a side armbar. Samael holds on to Jim’s arm with one hand AND JAMS HIS ELBOW INTO HIS ARM! Samael grabs Jim by the hair and forces him back a bit, still holding onto the arm…AND HE RAMS HIS SHOULDER RIGHT INTO JIMS AND JIM WINCES IN PAIN ONCE AGAIN! Samael releases Jim’s arm but doesn’t discontinue his attack. Jim falls down to the mat on his back and Samael stomps the hell out of his arm relentlessly. Samael keeps stomping away but Jim refuses to give in to the pain and makes his way to his feet. Samael helps him up the rest of the way grabbing him by the mullet and lifting him to his feet. Samael goes behind Jim, locks him up around the waist AND HE HEAVES HIM OVER HIS HEAD WITH ALL HIS STRENGTH INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX!

TM: Samael with a German SUUUUUUPLEXAHHHHH!

Jim goes down but Samael snatches him up once again. BUT WAIT A MINUTE, DESPITE THE PAIN JIM IS RELENTLESS AND COMES BACK ON THE OFFENSIVE!

JH: Jim still feeling the effects of that injury but refuses to give up and is relentless against Samael!

TM: That’s how deep his hatred goes for Samael, Hitchen!

JH: I think the feeling is mutual from Samael’s side as well.

TM: Of course it is, Samael believes Jim screwed him.

Jim makes an attempt to take back the upper hand in the bout and goes back to bashing Samael in the skull. He slowly backs Samael into the ropes once again…no…he whips Samael to the ropes. Samael rebounds AND JIM SNATCHES SAMAEL AROUND THE WAIST AND HE THROWS HIM OVER HIS HEAD WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!

JH: Geez! Even with the size and weight this guys posses, they can still pull off things like that!

Jim gets to his feet and snatches Samael up. He throws him into the corner and buries his knee into his gut. But Jim doesn’t stop there; he grabs Samael by the hair and moves him away from the corner. Samael tries to fight back but a quick knee to the gut puts a halt on any offense Samael tried to build. Samael is hunched over and Jim grabs Samael AND HE HEAVES SAMAEL OVER IN A T-BONE SUPLEX! Jim quickly gets to his feet and mounts Samael and batters away at his face, each shot audibly smacking against Samael’s face. The anger is now easily apparent on Jim’s face and continues to increase with each stiff shot to his face. After a few more shots he rises to his feet and stands over Samael. "COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!!" shouts the Man in Black down to Samael, then spits a Texas-sized loogey on Samael's chest!

JH: The anger seemingly building in Jim O’Brien there.

TM: Ya think?

Jim stays stood over Samael, a look of pure rage in his face. That look is quickly erased by a look of pain as he favors his left arm once again. But this time Jim doesn’t let the pain deter him from continuing the punishment on Samael. He moves to the side of Samael’s head AND HE LEAPS UP AND DROPS A KNEE RIGHT ACROSS SAMAEL’S FOREHEAD! He quickly shuffles to his feet AND HE DROPS ANOTHER KNEE ACROSS HIS FOREHEAD! Samael tries to roll away from anymore damage but Jim is quick to catch him and lifts him up to his feet.

JH: Jim so far is proving to be too much for the big man, Samael.

TM: Once again, stating the obvious. I think we can all see that Hitchen.

Jim moves Samael to the ropes and launches him to the other side…AND JIM CATCHES SAMAEL ON THE REBOUND WITH A HUGE BACK ELBOW…NO…Samael ducked out of the way and he rebounds to the opposite side…AND IT’S SAMAEL THAT CATCHES JIM WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE…NO…this time Jim ducks and they both hit opposite sides of the ropes…AND JIM CATCHES SAMAEL WITH A LARIAT OF HIS OWN AND TAKES THE BIG MAN DOWN TO THE MAT! Jim doesn’t hesitate and goes up to the top rope as quickly as he possibly can AND HE LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A LEGDROP ACROSS SAMAEL’S PRONE BODY!

JH: Thus far some big moves from both sides at one point until Jim took the upper hand. Thus far we have yet to see any brutality as Jim alluded to earlier on.

TM: Oh I’m sure we will soon Hitchen. Just wait for it.

JH: I have a feeling you may be right Thomas. With the anger toward each other both these men have, it seems only a matter of time before these two pull out all the stops.

Jim shuffles to his feet and grabs Samael by the head. He lifts him to his feet and nails a few stiff punches to the gut and face. He pushes Samael toward the ropes and launches him to the other side following him in. They get to the opposite side AND JIM NAILS SAMAEL WITH A CACTUS JACK-LIKE LARIAT AND BOTH MEN FALL TO THE FLOOR ON THE OUTSIDE![/b]

JH: Cactus Clothesline!

Jim then quickly climbs to his feet, shoots his finger guns & shouts "Bang Bang!" to much electricity from the San Antonio crowd!

TM: My God, he really is a second rate Mick Foley!

JH: Better to be second rate of somebody talented at what they do, ain't that right Jerry Lawl- Erm, Thomas?

TM: Oh screw you.

Samael slowly climbs to a knee, Jim taking the opprotunity to look underneath the ring. And out he yanks a Trach Can to a pop from the crowd! Samael finally makes it to a vertical base, groggily turning around RIGHT INTO A TRASH CAN SHOT TO THE FACE BY JIM O'BRIEN! Not even getting a hand up to block the shot, Samael still maintains a vertical base, albeit stumbling backwards. Samael falls back on the nearby guardrail. Jim goes for the killk as he raises the Trach Can to the air! But Samael connects with a kick to Jim's midsection! Jim groans as he doubles over as Samael shakes the cobwebs out. Samael then nails a Knee Lift into the Garbage Can AND GOES STRAIGHT INTO JIM'S FACE! Jim hits the floor hard as Logan Black looks on from inside the confines of the squared circle, nothing he can do as this match is No Holds Barred.

JH: This could be the start of something sick & twisted, Thomas. Looking over the career of The Monster of TNT, it's safe to say that Jim O'Brien is one of the most extreme wrestlers in Tuesday Night Throwdown history. But we also know Samael is known to have a dark, violent side as well. I still have nightmares of that street fight for the Fighting Spirit Championship he had with Dez over a year ago.

Despite the punishment being dished to him, Jim is quick back to knees, having just pushed himself off of the ground. He starts to stand ONLY TO BE BOOTED IN THE FACE BY SAMAEL! Crimson instantly starts down to ooze out of his now crooked nasal passages!

JH: Jesus Christ, what velocity & impoact of that boot to Jim's face! I didn't even see that coming!

TM: Me either! Samael is back, and he's pissed!

Samael approaches the now grounded O'Brien, grabbing a handful of Kentucky Mudflap, dragging the two time holder of the Dual Crown to his feet. The blood begins to seep into Jim's goatee, giving his dark brown colored goatee an orange tint to it now. And by looking at his nose - Oh yeah, no doubt about it, that nose is broken! As Jim is brought to his feet, Samael knocks the groggy O'Brien even groggier with a European Uppercut! Samael then reels back & connects with a Stiff Jab to Jim's jaw, but out of nowhere Jim connects with an Elbow Strike to Samael's jaw! And a HUUUUUGE Soupbone Punch between Samael's eyes! Jim connects with another punch, then grabs a handful of Samael's hair & smashes Samael face first into the ring apron! Samael's head bounces back off, to which he clutches at his face. But he doesn't get out of Jim's grasp for long as Jim rolls Samael back into the ring. He lifts the ring skirt back up, and yanks out - to much sick poppage from the San Antonio crowd, all the smarks at home & frightful disgust from the announcers desk -

JH: It's that Barbed Wire Plunger! My God, it's still stained in blood from the Barbed Wire Match at Anarchy In The UK last April!

Jim raises his dangerous toiletry tool to the air, which almost recieves a deafening pop from the crowd by itself! Careful not to prick himself too badly, he rolls back into the ring under the bottom rope. Samael has pushed himself off of the mat onto a knee, unaware of the brutality awaiting him. Slowly, Samael makes it to a vertical base all the while Jim O'Brien stands behind the Death Angel, eagerly awaiting his prey. He grips his Barbed Wire Plunger with both hands and as Samael turns around JIM SWINGS FOR THE FENCES & NAILS SAMAEL IN THE SIDE OF HIS FACE WITH THE BARBED WIRE PLUNGER! Samael instantly collapses as the San Antronio crowd can't believe what they've just seen as a "HO-LY SHIT!" chant erupts within the arena!

JH: I... Oh... My Mother's gonna hate me for this, but HOLY SHIT! Jim just swung that Barbed Wire wrapped Plunger at Samael's head like it was a Roger Clemens Fastball at Game 7 of the World Series!

TM: And Samael is no stranger to head injuries, Jonathan! Early in Samael's career he was sidelined several months due to a serious concussion! And he may have just suffered a brain hemmorhage just now!

Referee Logan Black begins to check on Samael, but Samael slowly starts to push himself off of the mat, several tiny holes can now be seen on the left side of his face, all of which slowly drain blood from his body. But he leaves his bare back all open to TNT's Monster & Jim takes advantage BY SLAMMING THE BARBS INTO SAMAEL'S BACK! Samael roars in pain as he looks towards the sky! But O'Brien is relentless as he rakes the Barbed Wire ACROSS SAMAEL'S FACE!

TM: Oh my God! I'm gonna lose my lunch!

After getting his fill, Jim ends his barbed wire assault on Samael's face as the former Openweight & Fighting Spirit Champion nosedives into the mat. Jim pounds his chest & raises a fist to the air as he stands over Samael once again, getting a HUUUUUGE reaction from the San Antonio crowd. He lowers his fist, but raises both of them again as he raises the Barbed Wire Plunger over his head, readying to slam it between Samael's eyes. Jim then lowers the Plunger AND NAILS SAMAEL IN THE FACE! NO! Samael kicks Jim in the crotch! Jim howls in pain as he immediately hits the mat below!

JH: Albeit a dirty tactic, an effective one! That may have just changed the pace of this match-

TM: And saved Samael from losing too much face. *chuckles* Ha! You get it?

JH: This is no time to crack gawd-awful jokes, Thomas!

Samael quickly rolls to his side, then to a knee. He reaches & grabs ahold of the Barbed Wire Plunger that Jim was once grasping. As the blood begins to drain from within Samael's skull, he climbs to a vertical base as Jim O'Brien is now the one struggling to get to his feet. Samael looks at the Barbed Wire Plunger in his hands, then tosses it aside?! He then walks to the nearby ropes & climbs out of the ropes and ring to the outside. He walks to the closest set of steps & lifts the top two steps from the bottom piece!

JH: By God, he's gonna smash Jim's head in with the stairs!

And with a thunderous CLANG, Samael tosses the steps aside! The crowd grows confused as Samael just tosses two dangerous weapons. But it was underneath those top two steps Samael wanted!

JH: Jesus Christ... The Staple Gun!

The San Antonio crowd gives a loud reaction for the infamous weapon. Samael steps to the ring apron, climbing over the top rope & back into the ring where Jim O'Brien is in a kneeling position, the blood from his nose not flowing as it once was. He immediately spots the Staple Gun in Samael's hand and as Samael steps closer to Jim, Jim nails a HUUUUUGE Right Fist into Samael's gut! And Another! Three for three times the price! And then with rapid-fore lefts & rights into Samael until Jim nails a Soupbone Right Hand to Samael's jaw! Samael stumbles backward groggily into a nearby corner while Jim makes it to his feet. Seeing that Samael is prone in a corner, Jim charges the Death Angel! But Samael gets the Staple Gun up and on impact, SHOOTS A STAPLE INTO JIM'S ABDOMEN! Jim howls in pain as he stumbles backward clutching at his stomach, but Samael grabs ahold of Jim's left arm AND SHOOTS A STAPLE INTO JIM'S FOREARM! AND ANOTHER!

JH: Oh my God! He's shooting those staples right where Jim had to recieve over 75 stitches following his match at Anarchy In The UK!

TM: Jim's gonna lose his arm! AGAIN!

Jim clutches, even dare I say it? Whines in pain as he clutches at his left arm, finding several staples right where barbed wire ripped his arm open only four months ago. "GOD DAMN YOU, JACOBS!" Jim screams towards Samael. "GOD DAMN YOU TO HELL!" A smug look comes over Samael's face as he approaches Jim, grabs his left arm & yanks backwards as Samael falls backwards. He grabs Jim's arms & scissors his legs around Jim's neck as he applies a Triangle Choke to TNT's Monster! With Jim's arm in one hand & the Staple Gun in another, Samael presses it AND SHOOTS ANOTHER STAPLE INTO JIM'S ARM! AND AGAIN! Referee Logan Black watches on in horror as Samael becomes relentless in firing the steel into Jim's arm!

JH: This is horrifying...! My God, this needs to be stopped!

After, oh I dunno, 15 or 20 rounds of staples are pumped into Jim's arm, Samael calls Logan Black over. "Ask if he submits!" he shouts to the referee. Logan Black checks up on Jim, who's unbelievably still conscious but moving very slowly. Logan can be heard yelling to Jim "Do you want to quit?!" But despite all the pain he's in, he growls out a "No!" between his groans of pain. Samael sees this & becomes absolutely furious! He releases the hold on Jim & climbs to his feet. He grabs a handful of Jim's hair, dragging Jim at least up to his knees. "BEG! BEG FOR MERCY!" Samael shouts to Jim, who looks about half dead. Jim raises a fist & grabs the front of Samael's trunks ONLY FOR SAMAEL TO SHOOT A STAPLE INTO THE BACK OF JIM'S HAND! "BEG FOR MY MERCIES, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Samael screams into Jim's face as Jim clutches his hand, moaning. Jim then looks dead into Samael's eyes & spits a wad of crimson into the Death Angel's face! Samael's face then turns tomato red (where it isn't bloody already) AND SHOOTS A STAPLE RIGHT BETWEEN JIM'S EYES!

JH: OH MY GOD!

TM: Samael is out for blood tonight! He wants Jim O'Brien's life to come to an end! Holy hell!

Jim falls back first to the mat, his eyes glazed over. Referee Logan Black immediately checks up on Jim, and quickly signals towards the entryway! Samael goes to lift Jim once again, but Loagn Black won't have any of that either! he starts waving his arms over his head & shouts to the timekeeper "THE MATCH IS OVER!" And with that...

[align=center]DING DING DING![/align]

Samael looks down on Jim, pleausre in his eyes, a smile on his face. Several EMT's & Agents come from the back to check up on TNT's Monster, two of which are pushing a stretcher. Samael then gets the attention of Logan Black, shouting "So did I win or what?!" Logan shouts back "Yeah, you won! I hope you're proud of yourself!" An evil chuckle then escapces from within Samael upon hearing the news.

JH: My God... Samael is sick. He is sick.

TM: But he was right! Look who he just laid out! I guess that would make... Samael, the Monster of TNT?!

JH: Well I would believe it! This was horrifying! Only a monster would beat an opponent this way!

Samael cockily walks on by the several EMT's & Agents that are tending to the former Monster of TNT. "Holy Diver" kicks back over the PA as Samael hops from the apron to the floor, an arrogant swaggar in his step as he walks towards the back.

JH: Well fans, Samael has returned! And if he can beat & bludgeon a competitor like Jim O'Brien like this... Than I fear for the rest of our roster.
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Cutting away from the in-ring action, the FIW camera crew finds itself backstage in one of the many hall ways; it is like all the rest rather plain looking, though the camera seems to be focusing more on a single person than it. Slowly making his way down the hall way is, with an ice cream cone in hand, the self proclaimed Straight Edge Savior, Onikage, he is already in his in-ring gear for later in the night. Despite the company of ice cream, Onikage's expression seems quite cold and bad mood influenced as he turns down another corridor with the camera following him. As he walks along, more and more often the doors are sporting name plates of various FIW wrestlers, apparently this is the locker room area, only stopping once he reaches a locker room that has his name on it.

Carefully, as to not drop the ice cream, he grabs hold of the door handle and opens it, he takes a few steps forward, so he is partly inside and partly still in the door way. With his free hand he flicks the light switch and the lights suddenly spring to life in the locker room, as he starts to move out of the door way suddenly the lights go out. A frown lightly crosses his visible facial features behind the mask as he flicks the switch back and the lights return once more, only to go right out. After that time he cranes his neck around, scanning the empty locker room, no one in sight, he slowly and cautiously reaches over to the light switch and flicks it on, and this time the camera catches another hand reaching over and flicking them off as Onikage pulls his away.


??????: Woooooooo, ooooooo, I'm sssssssscaaaaaaaaarrrrrryyyyy, I'm the crrrrrreeeeeeeepyyyyyy Eeeeeennnnniiiiigmmmmmmaaaaa

Onikage's frown deepens as he turns around to his right side, staring at the couch that is beside the door way, he flicks on the lights and this time a some what visible figure can be seen behind the couch.

Onikage: What are you doing behind there fool?

Suddenly a figure roughly around the same height as Onikage stands up, and despite his in-ring gear being quite generic, his mask is easily a familiar face of sorts, it is Xtreme Kitten, who is grinning.

Xtreme Kitten: Just having some fun at your expense Mister Ordinarily Emo.

A sigh creeps out from between Onikage's lips as with his free index finger and thumb he rests them against his eye lids, rubbing his closed eyes.

Onikage: What are you doing here, and why are you being so cheerful?

Xtreme Kitten slinks out from behind the couch and walks over to Onikage, fake coughing slightly.

Xtreme Kitten: Lucy sent me here to have us form a legit truce, not a partnership, thank god, but just a truce. So...yeah...

Kitten slowly lifts up his fist and lightly taps Onikage on the shoulder with it.

Xtreme Kitten: We're even.

The two stand there in silence for a few moments as Onikage blinks calmly, staring at XK like he is from Mars.

Onikage: Even for what?

Xtreme Kitten: You know...

The Straight Edge Savior shakes his head and Kitten sighs, rolling his eyes slightly.

Xtreme Kitten: We've even because you mocked my perfection by making that little midget of yours, DD or whatever, try to act like he is me. And so I at Summer of Sin made that fat tub of lard pretend to be you and mock...whatever you'd call yourself, so, yeah, we're even, an eye for an eye. So, truce?

Xtreme Kitten extends his hand, looking for a hand shake, though he doesn't seem too thrilled about it, Onikage calmly looks down at Kitten's hand and then back up at Kitten's masked face.

Onikage: Perfection isn't the first word that springs to my mind when I think of you.

Xtreme Kitten: Can we just get this thing over with and I can stop hearing Lucy complain about it?

Onikage nods and extends his hand as well, shaking Xtreme Kitten's, the two stare in an almost glare fashion into each other's eyes as they each tighten their grip on the hand shake. They both start to groan and wince in pain, but neither let go of the hand shake as they stare directly into each other's eyes, both forcing a smile on their faces. Finally they both gasp in relief as at the same time they release the hand shake, they flash a pleasant smile at each other before they both quickly turn around and wipe their hands off on their tights. Kitten turns back around and peaks over Onikage's shoulder, just now noticing the ice cream cone it seems as he eyes it, licking his lips.

Xtreme Kitten: Can I have a lick?

Onikage: No.

Xtreme Kitten: Why?

Onikage: Because despite the truce, I still hate you.

As the two start to bicker amongst themselves the camera cuts back to the ringside area...

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JH: This next match I am have quite a few mixed feelings on.

TM: So am I.

JH: You are?

TM: Of course, on the one hand I want to see Onikage destroy some body, but on the other, Kailey is quite sexy.

JH: Ugh, that’s not what I meant by mixed feelings.

TM: It isn’t?

JH: No, I meant I’m thorn between remaining an unbiased announcer and wanting to see Kailey kick Onikage’s ass all over that ring.

TM: Well, that’s a silly reason to be thorn, even more so since Kailey could never do that.


MA: The following match is the scheduled semi-main event for the Tuesday Night Throwdown side of Dangerous Liaisons, and it has been granted a thirty minute time limit with one fall to a finish, the official for this contest is Michaela Menendez.


As the first riffs of "Defy You" by Offspring begin to play, smoke begins to billow from the stage. Kailey's silhouette slowly becomes visible through the smoke and remains in shadow while the opening bars continue. When the lyrics begin, she pushes through the smoke and takes her first steps toward the ring, waving to the crowd. When at the ring, she slides in between the top and middle rope, then takes a walk around the ring, waving to the fans before taking her corner.


MA: Introducing first…She hails from Nashville, Tennessee and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty seven pounds, and stands at five feet and eight inches and she is one half of the reigning FIW Tag Team Champions of the World…SHE! IS! KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEYYYYYYYY LLLLLLLLLLAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE~!!!


TM: Dead woman walking.

JH: Oh be quiet.

TM: What? It’s the truth, she doesn’t stand a chance, she might as well just lay down and hope Onikage doesn’t get any ideas.

JH: Even if he did, nothing would happen as Kailey would whoop his butt, besides, FIW is no place for live sex scenes.


A soft yet tune begins to play over the P.A. system as a man’s voice rings out…

[align=center]”Journey with me
Into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer”[/align]


As the heavenly distorted gospel starts to sing the arena becomes an almost eerily heavenly like scene. Clouds of smoke float randomly along the entrance walk way and all around ringside, even a bit creeping into the ring. All the lights shut off except for a faint soft blue set of lights, giving the clouds of smoke a glowing blue affect. The Tron flickers to life and in a golden font the words “Your Savior” appear on the screen, slowly the words part and it becomes “Your Straight Edge Savior”.

[align=center] Can't you see I feel your pain?
I've got Jesus running through my veins
In this hopeless life that's turned on you
Give yourself to me, I'll help you through
I feed off your unanswered fear
When visions of life's end appear
Hand over your will and then you'll see
Now get on your knees and worship me[/align]


Through the thick clouds of smoke the fans manage to make out a figure walking out into it. Calmly the man walks through the smoke to reveal himself, upon revealing himself Onikage is greeted with a thunderous jeer from the crowd. Ignoring the names and insults thrown at him the Straight Edge Savior walks along the walk way. His expression behind the mask remaining a mystery, whether he hates the fact the fans are not showing much kindness or loves the fact that he can get under their skin so badly.

[align=center] Worship me
On your knees
Worship me [/align]


He stops at the end of the walk way and looks up at the ring before turning his head to look out at all the thousands of people in attendance. As if they were fragile Onikage slowly lifts up his arms and forms an X over his chest and mid-section with them to a revived chorus of jeers at him. Suddenly Mister Ordinary drops down to his knees and breaks the X as his arms fall to his side, tilting his head upward as if staring up to heaven. Without warning from the top of the Tron a light blue shower of pyro falls from it while all along the walk way on each side of it light blue pyro explodes into subtle flames among the clouds of smoke.

[align=center] In this world when at it's best
Of never ending hate and death
Abandon all and trust in me
Escaping from reality
My world it has no space or time
The crippled walk and the sick feel fine
Hand over your will and then you'll see
Now get on your knees and worship me[/align]


To top it off light blue confetti falls from the ceiling of the arena and onto all those in attendance. Two darker blue strobe lights shine down from each side onto the kneeling Onikage as he stares off into the sky, as if in a trance. But as soon as it came it is over as Onikage presses his hands’ knuckles against the floor to push himself up to his feet. He looks over at a drunken fan who’s holding a beer as he trashes Onikage. The Straight Edge Savior slaps the plastic cup of beer right out of his hand with a sneer.

[align=center] Worship me
On your knees
Worship me
[/align]

Going back to ignoring the fans Onikage walks towards the ring and goes to the right side of the ringside area. All of the front row fans try to bait Onikage into a fight as he calmly walks past each and every one of them. Onikage stops at the steel steps at the far right of the walk way, climbing up them and up onto the apron quickly.

[align=center] Beyond this wall of life unknown
I'll lead you where you need to go
Void of worry, stress and pain
Left with nothing but your name
We've washed your brain and cleansed your soul
Till' nothing's all you need to know
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In an even slower manner Onikage walks along the apron and runs his left hand over the top rope as he walks the apron. With one swift movement Onikage enters the ring by stepping over the middle rope. Onikage paces around the ring like a predator waiting it’s time to strike down its prey. The Straight Edge drops down to his knees in the far right turnbuckle as the music fade into nothingness and he awaits his match.


MA: And introducing her opponent…He hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds, and stands at six feet and two inches…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


JH: And this man, I honestly don’t know what to say about this man that hasn’t already been said.

TM: But you gotta admit, he has good taste in women.

JH: While Miss Lane is a very attractive lady, she has no right to be treated and toyed with like Onikage has done for the last two months or so.

TM: Yeah, I don’t get Onikage’s tactic, I would’ve just walked up to her and told her I wanted to tap that and ask if we could get a room, normally works out well for me.


Michaela calls the duo into the center of the ring and both Onikage and Kailey Lane obey, walking towards the center of the ring and stopping a few feet apart from each other as the referee stands in between them. Carefully she explains the rules to the two of them, eyeing each one as she explains, once she is done she asks if both understand the rules, Onikage gives a slight nod as Kailey nods and says she does. The referee calls for a hand shake; Kailey looks towards the referee almost like she is going to protest but catches herself, looking back at Onikage who stares back at her blankly. Slowly the southern belle extends her hand to Onikage, looking quite reluctant about the matter, the masked oddity extends his as well and snatches her hand, shaking it as Michaela calls for the bell.


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As soon as the bell is rung Kailey pulls her hand free and throws a high side kick, aiming for Onikage’s skull, the Straight Edge Savior ducks the kick and charges in, eliminating the small bit of distance between the two of them and throwing a palm thrust at her throat. Kailey manages to side step the palm thrust which just barely grazes her as she plants her foot back against the ground, she swings for a forearm strike across his shoulder joint, but Onikage bats the strike away as he continues charging in. In an attempt to slow him down the tag champ dishes out a side-hand chop, only for the revealed Enigma to block it with a side-hand chop of his own, the two struggles as their hands form an X. With a bit of quick thinking Kailey drops her body a bit, allowing Onikage to gain the advantage in the struggle as she sweeps her leg out, aiming to clip his heels, though sadly the masked mad man leaps over her leg.

TM: Come on Onikage, pound her face in!

JH: Neither one of them has gained an advantage in this exchange!

TM: Just wait, Onikage’ll teach her how to do the striking game.

JH: Kailey is far from a novice when it comes to striking Thomas, I’m sure she can handle whatever Onikage throws at her.

In mid-air Onikage thrusts his knee forward, ready to take Kailey’s head off with a knee strike when Kailey suddenly drops down, doing the splits as the masked oddity soars right over her, he rolls through his landing before both of them start to get to their feet. The fans cheer on Kailey wildly as the two face each other once more on a vertical base, almost mockingly Onikage drops down into a basic defensive stance and waves at Kailey to come at him, anger contorts over Lane’s face as she barrels forward. But rather than throwing any kind of strike Kailey leaps up into the air, as she flies over Onikage she wraps her legs around his neck, bringing him over with her and taking him right off of his feet. A sickening crunch is heard as Onikage is spiked head first with an inverted hurricanrana from Kailey as she lands hands first onto the canvas, she springs up to her feet and runs towards the ropes as Onikage slowly gets up to his feet, clutching his neck.

JH: Seems like Kailey has changed her game plan and it seems to be working, as she just sent Onikage head first onto the mat!

TM: Shit, Onikage better to some thing if he wants to rebound and not be made to look like a fool!

JH: As I told you, Kailey is no slouch, there is a reason why on more than one occasion she has nearly become the FIW Dual Crown Champion.

TM: Bah, different person, different situation, besides she was just lucky those few times, she won’t be lucky tonight.

She bounces off of the ropes and rushes back at the slumped over Onikage, he staggers and stumbles as he holds his neck, apparently in pain from the inverted hurricanrana, Kailey leaps into the air, flying quite gracefully only to nearly get beheaded by a lariat from Onikage. Kailey almost swings right into a flip on the Straight Edge Savior’s arm before gravity takes over and she hits the canvas with a thud, bringing on quite a bit of jeers from the fans in his direction, though he ignored them as he stares down at her. Once again in an almost mocking fashion Onikage kicks her side lightly, he bends over and grabs hold of her leg when suddenly Lane springs to life, wrapping her legs around her foe’s neck, she sling shots him head first into the corner. The fans start cheering once more as Onikage meets the second buckle masked face first; he slumps over in the corner as he looks quite dazed as Kailey rolls over onto her stomach, pushing herself up.

TM: Damn it! Kailey is starting to become annoying with how much she is refusing to not stay down.

JH: Both have been on relatively even ground and neither has managed to get a steady advantage over the other.

TM: That’s because Kailey is a cheater, didn’t you see it? She sprayed Onikage in the eyes with mace before she sent him into the corner.

JH: She did no such thing! She’s been fighting as cleanly as Onikage has for this match.

Despite being back on her feet, Kailey still looks a bit out of it as she coughs and clutches at her throat, glaring down at Onikage in the corner, the southern belle rushes into the corner, leaping up with her feet pressed against Onikage’s mid-section as she holds onto his head. The two fell backwards as Kailey sends the Straight Edge Savior flying through the air with a monkey flip, though amazingly Onikage flips completely, landing on his feet with a slight stagger. He winces slightly as he turns around to find himself face to face with Kailey, she once again wraps her legs around his neck and twirls through the air before she sends him flying back first onto the canvas with a spinning head scissors takedown! Not skipping a beat Lane charges towards her opponent’s fall form, jumping into the air and scoring with a running senton splash as she lands lower back first across Onikage’s mid-section, causing him to gasp and wheeze for air.

JH: Kailey Lane is on fire with her offense!

TM: Gah, why did she start all this flippity floppity stuff?

JH: Well it seems like she isn’t trying to play to what Onikage wanted, and he seemingly wanted them to play the striking game.

TM: That’s a dumb reasoning, you’re dumb, I’m just going to pretend it is because she wants to piss me off.

Kipping right up to her feet, Kailey rushes across the small distance between her and the ropes, leaping up onto the second rope and spring boarding off of it and connecting with a springboard moonsault on her would be admirer and goes for the cover! Michaela quickly points out to Kailey that Onikage’s foot is under the ropes; Lane sits up and places her hands on her hips as she looks up at the referee, for a few moments they look at each other. With a slight sigh she reaches for the leg to hook it so the pin is legal; however Onikage rolls right out of the ring, dropping down at ringside on his feet, he quickly starts to put some distance between the ring and himself as he tries to regroup. The fans greet him with less than friendly words as they flip him off and other such so great hand gestures, his students start to make their way around ringside to come to his aid aside from JJ as Kailey Lane gets to her feet inside the ring.

TM: Ha ah, smart thinking by Onikage, taking a breather from all this stupid flippity floppity crap.

JH: I seriously thought Kailey might have had the victory there, but it wasn’t to be.

TM: And it’ll never be, Onikage isn’t losing to her.

JH: I seem to recall a certain finals of a certain tournament that saw Kailey Lane make Onikage tap out to Southern Discomfort.

Onikage is hunched over as his students huddle around him, patting him down with their towel and offering him some water from the water bottle, mean while inside the ring Kailey races towards the opposite side of the ring’s ropes. The fans all start standing up and cheering as Lane bounces off of them and heads back towards the other side of the ring, and as soon as she within jumping range, Kailey dives in between the middle and top ropes. In mid-flight she starts to flip as the students all see her and instinctively shove their master out of the way, sacrificing themselves, Kailey knocks all of them down with her tope con hilo though lands spine first on the guard rail! Many of the fans try to huddle over to that area and tend to her as security pushes them away as Onikage looks up, noticing Kailey laying on the guard rail, pain etched out on her face.

JH: TOOOOOOOOPEEEEEEEEEEE COOOOOOOONNNNNNN HIIIIILLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO-AAAAAAAAAHHH~!!!

TM: And though she took out the students, well, besides JJ, she also landed back first on the guard rail for her troubles, idiot.

JH: It is just part of the risk you run with when doing those sort of moves Moore, she can’t help it as there is always that fifty, fifty chance of it.

TM: Yes, she could help it, stop being an idiot and diving towards things that could hurt her.

A slight smirk creeps over Onikage’s face behind the mask as he strolls back towards his fallen students and Kailey, he snatches a handful of her blonde locks and pulls her off of the guard rail, her lower body hitting the ringside floor with a thud. Roughly he drags her over to the apron and pulls her up to her feet by her hair, causing Kailey to groan slightly in pain as he throws her up onto the apron and pushes into the ring. Slowly he slides back in after her, bringing her up to her feet along with him as he stands up, wrapping his fingers tightly around her throat as he lifts her up and drives her back first into his knee with a choke slam backbreaker! Kailey arches her head back as she desperately tries to find the air to howl in pain but there is none, the masked oddity holds onto her tightly as he brings the two of them back up onto their feet, Kailey’s legs looking like spaghetti under her.

TM: Choke slam backbreaker! Onikage is now starting to start the fun stuff it looks like it.

JH: Damn him, this is low, targeting a back that she’s already hurt on that tope con hilo!

TM: Hey, this is just the price of playing with that risk, right Hitchen?

JH: Shut up Thomas, he could end up crippling her at this rate!

FIW’s Straight Edge Savior wraps his arm around Kailey’s near arm and neck, almost like he is trying to hug her before he lifts her up into the air and drives her right down onto his knee once more, delivering a sickening uranage backbreaker! In an almost arrogant manner Onikage remains kneeling as Kailey lays in a lifeless fashion on the point of his knee; arrogantly he shoves her off of his knee as he gets to his feet, suddenly barreling towards the ropes. He sling shots off of the ropes and rushes back towards Lane’s limp body, in mid-run he leaps into the air and falls knee first, driving the very point of his knee against Kailey’s lower spine, he rolls through after connecting with the jumping knee drop. Onikage pushes himself up to his feet and saunters over to Kailey, grabbing a hold of her tank top and pulling her up to her feet by it, he wraps his arm around the back of Lane’s neck as he throws her arm over the back of his and with his free hand grabs a handful of her chaps.

JH: Dear god, Onikage is ruthless with this assault!

TM: Yeah, isn’t it great?

JH: It is disgusting, Kailey can’t even fight back!

TM: That’s what makes it so great though Hitchen!

Miss Lane’s lifeless body Onikage lifts up with ease into the air, holding her up there for a few moments as the fans shower him with jeers, he drops down to one knee, looking for a suplex backbreaker, however some one else has other plans. That some one being Kailey as she starts wiggle within his grasp, trying with all of her might to get free from her present fate, and despite Onikage’s best efforts to stop it, she succeeds, dropping down behind him. Quickly she spins around and intertwines her arms with his and locks in the cobra clutch, otherwise known as her Southern Discomfort to the delight of the FIW viewers in attendance as Onikage tries to scramble free! While it doesn’t look as tightly locked in as she normally does, she still has it locked in as Onikage quickly gets back up to his feet, resulting in Kailey having a bit of trouble keeping it locked in due to the height difference, but keeps it none the less.

TM: Crap! Get out of that Onikage! Quick! Some how, get out of it!

JH: Southern Discomfort! Southern Discomfort! Kailey Lane has the Southern Discomfort locked in!

TM: Yeah but she doesn’t have it locked in as well as she normally does, so maybe Onikage can get out of it!

JH: It looks like it is already starting to affect him!

The referee circles around them, asking Onikage if he wishes to submit, and each time he tells Michaela negative, he attempts to swing his body weight to their sides, trying to break free though Kailey remains, not giving Onikage even an inch. With each second that passes the affects of the submission starts to seep into Onikage as the fans chant for her to tap, but the Straight Edge Savior refuses each time the referee asks if he wishes to, which only seems to intensive the fans’ chants. But the masked oddity isn’t quite done yet, throwing his weight surprisingly backwards, knocking Kailey off of her footing, and that’s all he needed, he quickly starts back tracking the two of them, they are only stopped by the ropes. A grin spreads across his lips as Michaela tells Kailey to release the submission as the fans jeer loudly, reluctantly Lane let’s go of the Southern Discomfort and Onikage backs off of Kailey, allowing to get out from against the ropes.

JH: Darn, as much as I hate to admit it, Onikage fairly managed to get Kailey to release the submission.

TM: Yes! The match is still on baby!

JH: I really wish after all the grief this bastard has put her through Kailey would’ve been able to get him to submit.

TM: Well she didn’t, so tough bunny bits for her.

Once she is out of the ropes Onikage grabs a hold of her shoulder and whips her around, catching Kailey off ground long enough for Onikage, who is now facing her backside, to intertwine his own arms with her arms, locking in the cobra clutch to several jeers and gasps from the fans! As if to taunt her over the fact he had locked her in her own submission Onikage wrenches back on the cobra clutch, further applying pressure to the hold and making Kailey carry his weight, resulting in the tag champ’s knees nearly buckling under her. Slowly but steadily Kailey starts to look more and more drained as Onikage keeps the cobra clutch locked in, leaning forward and applying as much pressure as he can, to further add to Lane’s struggles the masked oddity hops up, wrapping his legs around her waist in a leg scissors. The added weight is just too much for her and Kailey falls to the side, the two crashing against the mat with a thud as Michaela kneels down beside them, checking on Kailey and ensuring that she is okay.

TM: Squeeze on that submission Onikage, squeeze!

JH: This is just utterly disrespectful, using her own submission against her!

TM: No, it seems to be more affective than disrespectful.

JH: Oh har har har, but I wouldn’t count Kailey out of this yet, she could still rebound and gain the victory!

Michaela bites her bottom lip as she watches on while Kailey slowly more and more drifts into an unconscious like state, though she looks like she doesn’t want to, she reaches for Kailey’s hand and lifts it up, she holds it up in the air for a few moments before letting it go. Like a rock it hits the canvas limply, Michaela holds up her finger to show one before she grabs Kailey’s wrist again, she lifts Lane’s limp arm up into the air one more time and let’s go of it, and it falls for a second time. The referee groans slightly and holds up two fingers until she grabs the southern belle’s wrist one last time and lifts it up, she holds it up there a little longer this time until she finally releases it, Kailey’s hand falls towards the canvas. But before it ever touches the canvas Onikage releases the submission hold, to the surprise of the referee and the fans he stands up as Kailey’s hand hits the canvas for a third time, making it void, Michaela quickly gets up to her feet in puzzlement.

JH: What on Earth is Onikage doing?!

TM: Yeah, what the hell man?! You had her beat!

JH: This doesn’t make any sense!

TM: Damn it, why?!

Slowly Onikage shakes his head no at Michaela as she questions him why he did that, he shoves the referee out of the way and looks down at Kailey Lane’s unconscious body, for quite a few moments he just stands there, looking at her until he suddenly kneels down over her. And things go for strange to stranger as Onikage proceeds to lightly slap Kailey’s face, as if he is trying to wake her up, though she is too out of it for them to have any affect, which causes a near hiss like growl to seep out from beneath Onikage’s mask. Without warning the Straight Edge Savior starts rapidly firing off elbow strikes, showering Kailey’s gentle features with elbows, the only reaction coming from her body being it jerking slightly from the impact of each blow, Michaela tries to plead with Onikage to stop but the masked freak doesn’t listen as he continues his assault. The fans jeer with all their hearts at Onikage as the Straight Edge Savior hammers away on the southern belle with elbow strikes, not letting up for even a mere moment, Lane’s face starts to show signs of bruising as the referee looks on in horror and JJ races right up to the apron, Michael just can’t take watching any more as she calls for the bell.

TM: What the hell is Michaela doing?!

JH: I believe she is showing mercy on Kailey the only way she can as a referee since she is in the clutches of that psychopath!


[align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align]


TM: It doesn’t look like the mercy is working, Onikage is still pounding Kailey’s face into grounded meat!

JH: This is disgusting and down right barbaric!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by referee stoppage…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


TM: This is great! I hope he busts her open, that’s what we just need, blood baby.

JH: You’re nearly as horrible as the for lack of a better word, man inside that ring assaulting his fellow wrestler!

Officials charge down from the back, sliding into the ring and trying to help Michaela get Onikage off of Kailey, though each time they grab his arms the Straight Edge Savior merely breaks free and continues his assault. Suddenly the officials clear away from the duo as JJ rushes into the ring and swings about wildly with a steel chair, trying to get them to do that very thing, Onikage stops in mid-swing of another elbow strike to look at his student. The two lock eyes with one another as JJ turns around, gripping the steel chair tighter in his hand, Onikage says some thing that isn’t heard over the fans who are going nuts, JJ looks down and shakes his head, right before he clocks Onikage over the head with the chair! Onikage looks up in utter shock at his pupil before JJ swings for the fences and hits another chair shot across Onikage’s masked face, sending him tumbling off of Kailey, dazed and confused, JJ tosses the chair aside and kneels down beside Kailey. As soon as he does the officials and Michaela all rush back to her side, JJ and all of them trying to tend to her and get her out of the ring, and with a bit of effort they do as Onikage slowly sits up, clutching at his very sore skull.

JH: Oh my god! JJ just struck down his mentor! JJ just potentially saved Kailey Lane’s life!

TM: Traitor! Betrayer! Turn coat! Some other word for turning on Onikage!

JH: While what will come of JJ’s actions is a big question, the bigger question is will Kailey Lane be alright and what will come of this match?

TM: Some thing tells me Miss Lane won’t be at a hundred percent any time soon, in either case, Slam idiots, take it away!

Cut to a dressing room in the darkest depths of the Alamodome, and Kiyoshi and Daisuke are making their final preparations for the Triple Threat SIC match, in the form of an old fashioned Tea Ceremony. Kiyoshi sits, cross legged in his brand new white outift, covered in his huge coat. On his left sits a girl in white formal robes, with white hair that comes half way down her back. Daisuke paces up and down the room fanning himself, and seems slightly concerned.

Daisuke: Where the hell have you been? You should have been dressed and warmed up ages ago! Not taking tea with your damn fiance...

Kiyoshi: What does it matter? I'm dressed now, aren't I?

Oblivious to his manager's concern, Kiyoshi raises a bowl up and drinks quite deeply. Daisuke's eyes are drawn to the wrapping of his left hand. It's splattered with blood.

Daisuke: What happened there?

Kiyoshi: They were a man down on the crew setting up for that Death Match; someone let me wear their banadana so no-one would notice me, and I helped out.

Daisuke: What? You've only got half the time to warm up now! I know maybe I was a lit-

Kiyoshi: I was thinking about what you said the other night, and I decided to see what kind of bloodthirsty warriors the fans really want to see. The blood is to remind me of what I learnt out there.

Daisuke: Ahh... Do you see what you have to do now?

Kiyoshi: Yes.

Daisuke: Well...?

Kiyoshi: Win. Win and win well.

Daisuke looks a little surprised. That's not a mistake, Kiyoshi really is speaking English. He continues after he moves the bowl into his right hand, and cluches his blood-stained left fist.

Kiyoshi: This... This is going down Evers' throat. Then I can settle the account with Neko-dono. And if Lance-kun still thinks that his place is in the ring with true warriors...

He takes another drink from his bowl and takes it in his left hand, so he can now clench his right fist. Daisuke nods understandingly, and laughs.

Daisuke: Of course, brother. That is the only way it can be. Now, is it time to warm up?

Kiyoshi nods. He sniffs the remains of his tea one last time, before hurling it at the camea without even deigning to turn his head, to mark the end of this.
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KR: Well the next match up pits Xtreme Kitten against two opponents for his International Championship.

CM: He will be facing Kiyoshi Nakahata and Lance Evers, this is going to be an easy win for him without a doubt.

KR: Well Kiyoshi has been the likely candidate to take the International Championship away from Xtreme Kitten.

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 the floor in time with the beat of the hammer, he at the entrance 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 towards the ring 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 Lucy head up the stairs and along the apron, Xtreme Kitten shadows her on the floor, the two stop in the middle of the side of the ring and look at the crowd and announcers.

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 pulls Xtreme Kitten close to the apron and undoes the collar from around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, quickly Xtreme Kitten runs towards the Slam! announce table, he leaps onto it with ease the chorus starts at the same time.

As of now
I am a tool
Of severe impact
Hammer down
Cause and effect
And create a new world


Xtreme Kitten stands in the middle of the Slam! announce table looking down at the announces as he speaks the chorus. Kitten hops down off the table at the as the drums pick up. Xtreme Kitten stands under Lucy and looks up at her. Lucy yells with the verse up until the last line.

Pound, drive, swing, strike
Break down, smash down
Pound and drive, swing and strike
Break it down


Xtreme Kitten quickly responds

I am a tool

Kitten then steps back and Lucy jumps into his arms, Xtreme Kitten lowers Lucy as the music cuts. Xtreme Kitten slides into the ring, stretches his back then stands up ready to start the contest.

Charles Cruz: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a triple threat match for the Slam! International Championship. First to the ring, the Champion! hailing from Shoal Bay, Australia and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds. XTREEEEMEEEE KITTEEEEEN!!!

The lights in the arena suddenly cut out. On the P.A. suddenly comes the harmonious sound of gospel singers, all saying "Oooo". Behind this noise is the sound of feedback coming from guitars, faintly. It builds up louder, until suddenly "Vegas Two Times" hits the P.A. System. There is an explosion of golden sparks at the entrance curtain. The arena lights up with golden and orange lighting, with search lights going over the crowd. The crowd is alive with excitement.
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But then, from behind the curtain walks out the man himself, Lance Evers. He steps out onto the stage, and looks out to the crowd. He grins, as he suddenly spreads his arms out in a pose, causing a flood of camera flashes onto him. He stays there, standing in his own glory, as the camera continue to take pictures, before he finally starts to make his way down the ramp and towards the ring.

Charles Cruz: And the Challenger…weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds; hailing from Chicago, Illinois. He is LAAAANCE EVEEEEERS!!!

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Lance finally gets to the ring, and slides under the ropes. He gets straight back up, heading for the furthest turnbuckle. When he gets there, he climbs to the top, and suddenly hits his pose again on the turnbuckle. This causes another torrent of bulbs flashing in the cameras. Lance absorbs the energy off these, as he stands there, until he finally stops the pose, and looks out to the crowd grinning. Then, without warning, he suddenly jumps backwards off the turnbuckle. He does a full 180 degree turn backwards, and lands in the middle of the ring on his feet. As his feet touch the canvas, there's a burst of golden sparks from each turnbuckle. They fire up, and then stop. Lance then continues to take off his priest shirt, and hands it to the ref, waiting for the match to begin.

The lights go down, except for the multi colored spotlights on the stage flashing in time with synth intro to Rusty Nail and some pyro explodes as the guitars kick in. As the smoke clears Daisuke runs out, sword drawn, shouting at everyone who'll listen; he stops at the end of the stage to let the pain in his knee catch up with him, and he turns around and points the sword at the stage in time for the first chorus and slashes down to the floor as Toshi screams "Oh, Rusty Nail!"

Charles Cruz: And the second Challenger to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds; hailing from Komachi City, Aichi Prefecture, Japan. He is KYYYYOSHII NAAAAAHHKAAHATA!!!

This is the cue for an uncomfortable looking Kiyoshi Nakahata, with his hood pulled up, to step out onto the stage and look rather surprised by the loud explosions going off around him. He starts his walk down to the ring and goes to shake hands with the fans down the ramp, but Daisuke starts shouting at him too, and tells him to get down to the ring. When he gets there he walks along the apron towards his corner and hops over the ropes to sit himself down on the top turnbuckle as he waits for his opponent.

CM: This match is going to be a walk in the park for Xtreme Kitten, hell he has been the most dominate Slam! Superstar in the SIC division.

KR: He has been a great Champion and so far had the longest reign as the Slam! International Champion, he will definitely go down in the history books.

Mark Johnson is in the ring with Kiyoshi, Xtreme Kitten, and Lance surrounding him as he calls for the bell and it is rung and he walks back as all three big men look at each other and Kiyoshi quickly begins to lay into Lance with rights and Xtreme Kitten grabs Kiyoshi by the arm and swings him into the ropes and Lance and Xtreme Kitten double teams the bigger man with a double clothesline. Kiyoshi stays down on the floor and Xtreme Kitten and Lance begin to circle each other in the middle of the ring while Kiyoshi watch both men from the corner of his eye. Lance and Xtreme Kitten grapple and Xtreme Kitten grabs Lance by the arm and twists it and Lance fights back to no avail and Xtreme Kitten begins to hit him in the midsection with shin kicks. Lance doubles over and Xtreme Kitten wraps his arm around Lance’s neck and lifts him in the air for a high impact suplex, but Kiyoshi is up and kicks the back of Xtreme Kitten’s knee and he crashes to the canvas and Lance falls on top of him.

KR: This match is going to be based on who can screw the other more while doing a move.

CM: Isn’t every triple threat match like that, its logical sense to screw each other over since there is a prime number in the ring.

KR: Xtreme Kitten had that high impact suplex locked and ready to explode, but Kiyoshi used it in his favor of getting both men.

CM: And that’s smart…

Kiyoshi grabs Lance off of the hurting Xtreme Kitten and he irish whips him into the ropes and on the rebound Kiyoshi beheads him with a vicious clothesline. Lance falls back on the canvas and Xtreme Kitten is in the corner getting up and Xtreme Kitten makes it up to his feet and Kiyoshi turns around and Xtreme Kitten comes charging with a clothesline, but Kiyoshi takes him down with a big boot. Kiyoshi grabs Xtreme Kitten by the head and lifts him up and he kicks him in the midsection making him double over and Kiyoshi then executes a brain buster on Xtreme Kitten. As Kiyoshi is getting up to his feet, he is floored to the canvas with neck drop at the hands of Lance.

KR: Kiyoshi is being the dominate force in this match.

CM: Of course he is he has the height and weight over both men, but I still think the guy is too green to become the next International Champion.

KR: Well, he does show promising as a great contender to say the least.

Kiyoshi chokes a little, but he gets up and so does Xtreme Kitten. All three men are in the ring and watch each other closely. Kiyoshi takes the cheap shot and he kicks Lance in the thigh and Lance drops down to his knees. Xtreme Kitten tries to hit Kiyoshi, but Kiyoshi counters the hold and kicks Xtreme Kitten in his thigh and he drops down to his knees also. Kiyoshi looks at both men sadistically and grabs them by the head and slams their skulls into one another and both men fall back on the canvas. Kiyoshi walks over and he grabs Xtreme Kitten and Xtreme Kitten pushes Kiyoshi away from him and Kiyoshi stumbles backwards. Kiyoshi looks at Xtreme Kitten with pure fire running threw his head and Kiyoshi grabs Xtreme Kitten by the head and he throws his head forehead causing him to bounce of the canvas violently. Lance comes from the back of Kiyoshi and he mounts Kiyoshi with a standing crossface and wrenches at the bigger man shoulders joints.

KR: The only way for Xtreme Kitten or Lance to get Kiyoshi down is to work together…

CM: I wonder how in the hell these guys are going to attempt to do that. Kiyoshi clearly can take both men out.

KR: Well Lance is wrenching Kiyoshi’ shoulder, that’s a start.

Kiyoshi tries to get Lance off of his back, but to no avail and Lance begins to whack Kiyoshi across the jaw with vicious shots with his free arm. Kiyoshi writhes in pain and the referee can do nothing, but stand there useless and watch to see if Kiyoshi wants to give up occasional. Kiyoshi realizes that waiting for Lance to release the move is stupid and he begins to walk towards the ropes in order to get Johnson to have Lance release the hold. Lance wrenches Kiyoshi’ arm even more and the big man stops and he bits his lip and continues to walk enduring the pain. Kiyoshi reaches the top rope and Johnson orders Lance to release the move and he does as Kiyoshi turns around Xtreme Kitten charges towards him and delivers a double leg tackle takedown on Kiyoshi and Kiyoshi folds threw the top and middle rope and tumbles to the outside area of the ring.

KR: Well Xtreme Kitten and Lance were able to take Kiyoshi out of the damn ring.

CM: This match is one for all and they still are opponents.

Xtreme Kitten tells Johnson to begin to count Kiyoshi out, but Johnson refuses and he points over to Lance who is charging at Xtreme Kitten, but Xtreme Kitten counters Lance’s clothesline attempt with a flapjack. Lance crashes to the canvas, but he is quickly backed up on his feet and he is whipped to the turnbuckle by Xtreme Kitten. Xtreme Kitten charges at Lance for a turnbuckle clothesline, but Lance takes Xtreme Kitten down to the second turnbuckle face first with a drop toe hold. Xtreme Kitten grabs his face as he lies on his back against the turnbuckle. Lance walks over to Xtreme Kitten and grabs him by the arm and Lance wraps his arm around Xtreme Kitten’s neck and he plants him with a DDT. Xtreme Kitten crashes face first into the mat after the botched move.

CM: See these men have to do the same thing they did to Kiyoshi to each other and I’m actually enjoying it.

KR: Lance executed a hurtful DDT on Xtreme Kitten.

CM: Puur kitty cat.

Kiyoshi is up on the outside of the ring and he uses the barricade to help himself up. Meanwhile back in the ring Xtreme Kitten gets up from the botched DDT at the hands of Lance and he holds himself up with the ropes. Lance grabs Xtreme Kitten by the arm and he jerks Xtreme Kitten on his shoulder and lifts him into the air and takes him down to the canvas with a spinebuster. Xtreme Kitten crashes to the canvas with a huge amount of force and Lance hooks the leg for the pinfall.

KR: Lance slammed Xtreme Kitten down to the canvas with a spinebuster!

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Kiyoshi breaks the pin attempt by Lance and the fans roar with jeers for him. Kiyoshi and Lance lock up in collar and elbow tie up, Kiyoshi pushes Lance back a few steps before being pushed back a step and then shoved to the ground. Kiyoshi lies on the ground a little shocked; Lance goes to drop an elbow on Kiyoshi but hits canvas as Kiyoshi rolls away. Lance and Kiyoshi get up quickly after the attempted elbow drop and stare at each other, the two lock up again, Kiyoshi quickly switches from the lock up and puts Lance in a side head lock, Kiyoshi takes Lance down with a side headlock takedown he pulls Lance’s head too him and then pounds away at it with right hands, he moves Lance and himself around to avoid the referee seeing what he is doing but gets caught after a few second, Kiyoshi pauses, shrugs then begins to pound away at the head of Lance with closed fists.

KR: What the hell does he think he is doing…that’s illegal to hit your opponents with closed fists by the rule book a move like that shouldn’t be done.

CM: Lance deserves it if you asked me.

KR: Does it look like I’m asking you!

Kiyoshi puts his hands up showing referee Johnson that he has stopped beating Lance with his close fists. Johnson nods and Kiyoshi punches Lance once more time with a closed fist before getting up off of the canvas. Lance also gets up to his feet and Kiyoshi lays in Lance with a right and grabs him by the head and brings him into the middle of the ring, Kiyoshi attempts a german suplex and he executes the suplex and gets up again with the move intact and heaves Lance over his shoulder again driving him into the canvas. Kiyoshi lifts Lance once more and then time he crashes Lance over his shoulder and release the hold and Kiyoshi gets up to his feet.

KR: Kiyoshi has floored Lance after that series of german suplexes.

Kiyoshi gets up and he begins to stalk over the fallen Lance, but he is turned around by Xtreme Kitten. Xtreme Kitten pounces on Kiyoshi with a series of rights and Kiyoshi stumbles backwards a little surprised by the attack. Xtreme Kitten grabs Kiyoshi by the arm and he kicks him with a roundhouse kick and Kiyoshi falls back on the ropes. Kiyoshi is leaning on the ropes checking for any blood shed and he sees Xtreme Kitten getting up from the roundhouse kick and he charges and kicks him in the midsection with a nasty blow. Xtreme Kitten collapse to the canvas holding his rib and he rolls out of the ring and Lucy holds him up.

KR: Xtreme Kitten delivered a perfect roundhouse kick on Kiyoshi.

CM: Kiyoshi did a great job in kicking Xtreme Kitten in the guts…

Lucy tells the referee to get Kiyoshi back and he backs him off and Xtreme Kitten climbs back into the ring and Kiyoshi lashes outward towards Xtreme Kitten, Lance stops him and Lance kicks Kiyoshi in the midsection and Kiyoshi doubles over. Lance goes to lift Kiyoshi for a suplex and Xtreme Kitten stumble forward and he helps Lance and both men execute a double suplex on Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi crashes down to the canvas and Lance and Xtreme Kitten begin to brawl in the middle of the ring as Kiyoshi rolls out of the way. Lance bashes Xtreme Kitten with a right in the face and Xtreme Kitten stumbles backwards and Lance charges for a spear into the turnbuckle, but Xtreme Kitten moves and Lance runs full force into the turnbuckle smacking his shoulder into the steel turnbuckle.

CM: Damn that had to hurt.

KR: I think it did, look at how Lance is hugging that turnbuckle.

Lance falls back into the ring holding his shoulder rolling around on the floor and Kiyoshi is back up and he grabs Xtreme Kitten by the arm and swings him around and irish whips him into the ropes and on the rebound Kiyoshi executes a shoulder block and Xtreme Kitten falls back down to the canvas. Kiyoshi grabs Xtreme Kitten by the arm and he hooks him up for a suplex, but Xtreme Kitten is able to take mind over matter and counters the move and he delivers the suplex on Kiyoshi. Xtreme Kitten gets up breathing heavily and he looks up to the more rested Lance.

KR: These men are just not giving up so easily.

CM: That’s a damn good thing, more battered bodies and more fun for me.

Lance grabs Xtreme Kitten by the head and he pretty much helps him up and blasts him across the chest with death-defying chops that the crowd winches at the sound of Lance’s arm smacking Xtreme Kitten across the chest. Xtreme Kitten stumbles back at every chop until he is able to block with a right to the temple of Lance and Lance stumbles backwards. Xtreme Kitten comes running with a CAT KICK!, but before Xtreme Kitten can even get his foot up Lance delivers a spear and Xtreme Kitten falls down the canvas holding his stomach and rolls over onto his knees in agony kicking at the canvas as Lance lays on the canvas resting.

KR: Damn one falls and another one rises.

CM: Ouch! Xtreme Kitten is going to have some internal bruising after taking that blow from Lance, damn that has to hurt.

Lance starts to get up, Xtreme Kitten does the same in response but at a slower rate as Xtreme Kitten gets to one knee Lance is already standing. Lance walks over and plants a hard right to Xtreme Kitten’s head, Xtreme Kitten reels but does not fall instead keeps raising, Lance hits another right sending Xtreme Kitten back down to one knee, Xtreme Kitten shakes it off and starts to stand up again Lance looks a little surprised he then shrugs and then runs off to the near ropes, he returns as Xtreme Kitten gets up to a standing base and goes for a running super kick but he misses as for a second on of Xtreme Kitten’s legs seemingly gives out but not for long as Xtreme Kitten stands up in time to catch the leg on his left shoulder, Xtreme Kitten swing his right arm around the head of Lance and grasps his left hand and hits a leg capture suplex that dumps Lance on his upper back and neck area both men are down.

KR: Xtreme Kitten was able to execute a leg capture suplex on Lance, what strength this guy has…don’t you agree!

CM: Yeah, Xtreme Kitten is the smallest guy out there and still he is able to stand his own against Kiyoshi and Lance.

Kiyoshi gets up and he is the freshest man in the match and Xtreme Kitten begins to get up and he is up and both men are already going at it with rights. Kiyoshi is able to get a knee up on Xtreme Kitten and this causes Xtreme Kitten to double over and Kiyoshi puts Xtreme Kitten’s head between his head for a piledriver. As Kiyoshi goes to lift Xtreme Kitten into the air, Lance gets up and grabs Xtreme Kitten’s feet and brings them down and Xtreme Kitten follows with a back body drop on Kiyoshi. Lance kicks Xtreme Kitten in the midsection and then he irish whips him into the ropes and on the rebound Lance delivers a kick to the sternum of Xtreme Kitten and follows up with STRIKE!

KR: Lance with the Strike, this could be a huge upset loss for Xtreme Kitten!

CM: HOOK THE LEG!!!

Lance looks at Kiyoshi for a few seconds before dropping down and hooking the leg of Xtreme Kitten’s, but before referee Johnson can begin to count, Kiyoshi is already pulling Lance off of him. Kiyoshi grabs Lance by the head and slams a right into his face and Lance stumbles backwards. Lance comes back with a hook and Kiyoshi is knocked back confused and he stumbles backwards, both men continue the assault on one another until Lance is able to take the upper hand and does a jab combination followed with hook knockout and Kiyoshi falls back on the ropes. Kiyoshi lays resting on the ropes and Lance pulls him off and goes for a toe kick, but Kiyoshi catches his leg and swings him around and kicks him in the midsection and Lance doubles over. Kiyoshi grabs Lance by the neck and he executes AICHI CUTTER, laying out the former Tactical Chaos Champion!

CM: I can taste the victory for Kiyoshi!!!

KR: I doubt it because Xtreme Kitten is back up!!!

Xtreme Kitten is back up pulling himself up to his feet with the ropes and Kiyoshi is anything, but annoyed of this. Kiyoshi grabs Xtreme Kitten and he kicks him in the midsection and Xtreme Kitten doubles over and Kiyoshi attempts a piledriver, but Xtreme Kitten powers back and he executes a shoulder back toss on Kiyoshi and the big man crashes down to the canvas. Kiyoshi rolls out of the ring and he grabs a chair near by and jumps on the apron as Jackson back is turned and he blast Xtreme Kitten!

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Kiyoshi hits Xtreme Kitten squared in the head and he stumbles backwards into the ring losing his composure, but not out of it. This leaves Kiyoshi with two men down in the ring.

KR: What the hell I didn’t think that Kiyoshi would go to that extent of trying to warrant himself the victory!

CM: I guess after all those losses he is just wants to make sure that the odds are stacked up against him.

Xtreme Kitten and Lance are still in the ring and both men are hurt pretty bad, but they both come around and they are brawling with one another in the middle of the ring to the surprise of the fans. Lance seems to get the lead with a punch and Xtreme Kitten stumbles backwards still dazed after the chair shot from Kiyoshi. Lance wears into Xtreme Kitten and Lance looks to have the lead and he hooks Xtreme Kitten looking for the HANGING FATE!, but Xtreme Kitten powers out of the move and he kicks Lance in the midsection and Xtreme Kitten executes CAT’S MEOW! on Lance and he rolls out of the ring.

KR: THE CAT’S MEOW….COVER HIM!!!

CM: Too late Kiyoshi is back in the ring!

Kiyoshi enters the ring and he charges towards Xtreme Kitten for a clothesline, but Xtreme Kitten ducks the attempt and he blasts Kiyoshi with an elbow strike. Kiyoshi eye rakes Xtreme Kitten for good measures and he comes back with his own elbow smash and whips the big cat into the turnbuckle, but Xtreme Kitten reverse the move and on the rebound he delivers the CAT KICK!

CM: Now its over…

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Kiyoshi kicks out a faction of a second to late and referee Johnson raises Xtreme Kitten’s hand in the granting him win and the retain.

CM: I knew that Xtreme Kitten was going to retain!

The scene opens in an unfamiliar location, it’s not a locker room or one of the many corridors in the Alamodome. Instead, we are in a pub. Or an English bar if you’re American. A guy wearing blue jeans and a football shirt enters, he walks straight up to the bar and looks across to see a man wearing a leather jacket sat at a table. The back of his football shirt reads “Johnny” so it’s safe to assume that’s his name.

Johnny: Will! Pint?

‘Will’ looks up and curses under his breath. He nods at Johnny, who orders two pints of lager and a couple of packets of peanuts. They are presented to him and he walks over to the table where ‘Will’ is sat.

Johnny: All right Willie mate, what’s wrong?

Willie: Buggar me. I didnae think you'd bee here!

Johnny raises his eyebrows and slides his pint over to him. Willie gratefully picks it up and swigs half it down. With some irony in his voice, Johnny replies.

Johnny: Well I would've gone to my regular haunt but the Starbucks on the high street is closed for maintenance.

They share a chuckle, safe to assume Johnny has never actually stepped foot in a Starbucks before.

Willie: Sorry me pal, but I'm waiting for tha' wee Kate. I thank we need to talk aboot things.

Johnny scoffs.

Johnny: Talking about that kiss? Hardly a major problem is it? Not as if it's a major affair or anything is it?

Willie: Nae.

Johnny: Because then, you'd have a real problem.

Willie: Yep.

Willie shifts uncomfortably in his chair.

Johnny: A kiss, nothing!

Willie: Reet.

Johnny: Had sex with her didn't you?

Willie: Aye.

Johnny raises his eyebrows again, he's heard the same story all before and he can recite it even before his friend says it.


Willie: I didnae meen too! It just happened! We were just talkin' and then we went at leek a coopla wild animals. Our inibitions were shattered to peeces along with ma kneecap. Delayed mah debut wi' tha FIW an' everythin'.

Johnny: That's a shame, mate.

Willie's mobile phone beeps and vibrates on the table. He looks at it over his pint while in mid-drink before putting the glass down beside the phone.

Willie: This 'ere might be har noow. We're in constant textual contact. Have a look at that...

Willie reads it and then offers it to Johnny.

Willie: Bill unpide, contact provider. Cheeky wee lass.

Johnny: She'll be asking you off on holiday with her next.

Willie: Speekin' of holidays, I've got a wee tip for ya lad. Prostitutes arr rough in Amsterdam. Furst une I went to, made me wish me al' man int' sink.

Johnny frowns.

Johnny: You took yer Dad?

Willie: Ya big tosser! Shift out ma way.

Johnny: What for? I’ve only just got here!

Willie: I’ve gotta do one o’ them annooncement thingys for tha FIW pee-pee-vi, it’s on thas weekend ya know.

Johnny reluctantly shuffles his stool and himself aside, making sure to take his beer with him as he does.

Willie: All reit FIW! Listen up! Thes is Willie McPhee, the Scottish Highlander! I’m coming tae FIW and when I gie there, I best nae get any cheek from anybody or yoo’ll be coppin’ th’ back of my hand! Ya got me? I’m warning you! I like a pint and I like a hot woman in a warm bed but I like a barnie just as much. Gie ready, or you’re gonnae down!

Willie McPhee maintains a menacing glare at the camera before his eyes waver towards his friend.

Willie: Whit dae ye hink?

Johnny considers his response carefully.

Johnny: Bit loud for my taste mate.

Willie: But guid?

Johnny: Oh yeah, very good.

Willie: Cheers, mate.

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JH: TNT fans, we have possibly the match of the century for you just minutes away.

TM: TNT fans? If you’re a wrestling fan, you’re gonna love this match.

JH: Two championships will be on the line with four men vying for ownership of them.

TM: Remy Barteaux’s Ultimate Endurance Championship and Swytch’s Dual Crown Championship are the prizes awaiting two, or one, of these men.

JH: That’s right, Thomas. It’s possible one man can walk out with both titles, but my money is going on the chance of two winners. There’s far too much talent in that ring.

TM: That’s for sure. If it wasn’t for Swytch and Dante though, this match would be the suckfest of the century.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is schedule for TWO FALLS!! *the crowd pops like a balloon at a carnival dart game…if it weren’t rigged*

JH: The crowd seems ready for the action.

TM: Your mom was definitely ready for it last night.

MA: The first fall will take place under ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPIONSHIP RULES! A submission or knock out will be the only way to win. The second fall will be for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP and may be won via pinfall, submission, or knock out!

The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a chorus of hateful boos. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the floor.

MA: Introducing first, standing at 6 feet and 2 inches, weighing in at 255 pounds and hails from the City of Angels. He’s a former Ultimate Endurance Champion, he is…DANTE COOOOOOOOOOOOLES!! *the crowd gives the half Samoan a mixed reaction, some cheers, some boos, some folks wanting this shindig to get started already*

The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Reaching the ring, he climbs onto the apron and slips through the ropes himself. Dante stands in the center of the ring, then drops to a knee on the canvas and poses with flexed arms turning the crowd heat up more while fireworks burst from the backside of the ring. When the pyro finishes, Dante gets to his feet and waits for the match to start.

JH: It seems like it’s been a while since we’ve seen Dante in the ring.

TM: It has. I’ve missed his awesometude.

“Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage silhouetted against the light that emanates from the entranceway behind him, his freshly polished UEC belt strapped around his waist.

[align=center]“Coming around my senses torn
Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed
As long as you see it as long as you know
As long as you fake it nobody knows”
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MA: And one of his opponents, standing at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighing 225 pounds, he hails from the French Quarter and is the current ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION!! He is…REMY BAAAAAAAAAAARTEEEEAAAAUUUUUXXXX!! *some of the crowd cheers their favorite little N’Oleans teef while some of them boo his teeving little ass off, can’t please everybody after all*

[align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering
My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”
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He sets off along the raised walkway, proudly tapping the plate of his title belt and grinning that cocky Cajun grin as he points out favorable crowd signs and pretty girls. As he reaches the ropes, he slides in under the bottom rope, before sprinting across to the opposite side and running up one of the farthest turnbuckles. He raises his arms to the sky to a sea of flashbulbs and a chorus of cheers, before dropping back down into the ring where he removes his title belt, kisses it au revoir and hands it off to the referee before taking his corner and awaiting the start of the match.

JH: Dante is standing in the ring with the man who took the UEC from him over two months ago.

TM: Stole, Jonathan. Remy stole that title.

JH: You know, it doesn’t matter how he got the belt, it’s in his possession and the books say he’s the champ.

Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to emit over the PA system as darkness encloses the arena. The Tron shows the familiar static that’s starts the opening of Ragin’s video. Beneath the shadows of the dark, figures walk out into the arena and begin to align themselves on sides of the floor between the entranceway and ring.

An eerie red mist starts to spray out from the sides of the entrance, slowly and shortly at first but getting longer so that the eye candy kneeling all the way to the ring in various positions of ‘worship’ can be made out. The words ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say’ are followed by drums that announce the first spark of explosions all around. Gold flows down around the Tron and barely visible amongst the smoke Ragin’ and Natalya stand near the entrance. Two spotlights beam down from either side of the arena, weaving and dancing as they follow the movement of the Russians


MA: And their opponent, standing at 6 feet and 3 inches and weighing 277 pounds. He hails from Russian and is a former World Heavyweight Champion. He is…RAAAAAAAGGGGIIIIIIIINNNN’!! *turn the AC up because the crowd is giving Ragin’ heat like no other*

They walk through the mist, passing by near each young woman, mini explosions accompanying the passing of each scantily-clad young lady. Once they reach the ring there is one final explosion that heralds the end of the darkness and the lights going back up. The unnamed women depart silently with no fanfare and Ragin’ hauls himself up to the turnbuckle, with Natalya walking to the steps.

He walks along the apron, the top rope slipping through an opened fist and he ascends to a position on the turnbuckle. Natalya steps into the ring and flaunts her assets to the watching fans. Meanwhile, Ragin’ raises his arms into the air, a half smile spreading across his face, his dead eyes staring out across the assembled audience.

He drops to the mat and walks to Natalya, they talk briefly as he takes his shirt off and hurls it toward one section of fans who scramble to grab it. Natalya slips out of the ring and Ragin’ flexes and twists his muscles before the match.


JH: Ragin’ has been walking a path leading to the Dual Crown since the day he arrived here on TNT.

TM: I hope the tread on his shoes are good because he’s gonna be walking a long time.

[align=center]The house lights fade to complete darkness as the sound of a church organ rises up through the sound system. An ominous red glow seems to build over the entry way as smoke starts to pour out and the beat of drums and hum of guitars picks up. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a figure seems to rise up through the smoke off to the side of the entrance way, to the opening tune of Rob Zombie’s “Return of the Phantom Stranger”. He’s quickly revealed to be Swytch.

Shape shifting high and a haunted eye
Falling plastic and paper...

DEMONS
No trace of time, I'm branded sly
I am your ghost master baby...

FREE ME
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MA: And the final man in this double fall championship match. He stands at 6 feet and 1 inch and weighs 230 pounds. He hails from Odessa, Texas and is the current DUAL CROWN CHAMPION!! He is…SSSSWWWWWYYYYYYYYYTTTTCCCCHHHH!! *the crowd erupts with boos for the current champion, though some die hard TNT fans cheer for him because he’s better than Ragin’ in their eyes*

[align=center]Once the lift brings him fully level with the floor, Swytch takes off towards the ring, wading through the smoke. Staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin as he treads down the aisle to the ring, clinging desperately to his Dual Crown belts. Reaching the ring, he climbs the steps then walks along the apron to the corner where he climbs to the second turnbuckle. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle, his eyes constantly moving.

All you know, is alone
You see a...

PHANTOM STRANGER
Down you go, all alone
You love my...

PHANTOM STRANGER


Stepping over the ropes, Swytch drops into the ring and walks right to the center of the ring. The haunting rhythm of ‘Phantom Stranger’ fades as Swytch snatches away Michael Anderson’s microphone.[/align]

JH: Apparently Swytch has something to say before the match. This is a little unusual.

TM: Does he do anything that’s not unusual?

JH: Good point.

Swytch brings the microphone to his black lips, a sort of sick, twisted little grin on his face.

JH: October 16 of last year, Swytch dethroned Chris Maclay as Dual Crown Champion and he’s held onto it until this day.

Swytch: For so long I’ve craved these belts...

He holds the belts up, clutched in his other hand, for the crowd to see and more importantly for the other three men in the ring to see.

Swytch: …I’ve needed to possess them, to make everybody see that I was the only one WORTHY enough to hold them. And here we are, ten months after the day I ripped these from the hands of a legend.

The crowd breaks out into a “Maclay” chant, acknowledging the former champion. Swytch gives them their moment to remember their hero.

Swytch: Here I am, standing before legends in the making, former and current champions, future champions, heirs to the throne. Three men who want to stand where I stand, sit in a throne I occupy, bask in the glory as I have.

His eyes travel from Remy to Dante to Ragin’ as he speaks. Swytch’s grin twists into a mangled snarl when his eyes settle on the last man.

Swytch: The unfortunate truth for the three of you is that none of you are worthy enough for these belts. There is only one person who can lay claim to these belts that deserves them. She has learned from a true master. She has learned from God himself.

The grin returns to Swytch’s lips, a low chuckle rumbling up from through his throat. He shakes his head, his body wrought with laughter.

Swytch: There is one God to have graced the FIW and you are looking at him. I…AM…GOD! On a mountain of skulls, in the castle of pain, I sit on a throne of blood! I have no equals! No one comes CLOSE to rivaling me…NO ONE!

Swytch breathes heavily into the microphone. His eyes are filled with fire, anger and hate pumping through his blackened heart. He stares furiously at the men before him, almost daring one to test him.

Swytch: RAGIN’! You’ve challenged me again and again and found yourself on the losing end. I’ve beaten you like a dog! NO MORE!

Swytch bends down, laying the Global Heavyweight Championship on the canvas. He then lays the Spirit of Honor Championship next to the GHC.

Swytch: If you want them, then claim them. It’s time for God to stand back and let mediocrity shine.

With that, he drops the mic on the canvas and stands in the ring, looking over his would be opponents one last time. Swytch turns his back on them and leaves the ring, walking up the aisle. The crowd looks on in stunned disbelief as the Dual Crown Champion walks away before the match even starts.

JH: Did he just say what I think he said?

TM: I don’t…think…know…what just happened?

Remy, Dante, and Ragin’ look at one another, a little confused as well before looking back up the aisle. Swytch disappears behind the curtain without looking back to the ring or his forgotten titles.

JH: Swytch has just walked out of FIW. He laid the Dual Crown belts in the ring and left.

TM: No, this is all a trick. He’s coming back to defend the titles.

JH: Ladies and gentlemen, there WILL be a new Dual Crown Champion tonight!

TM: Shut up, Hitchen. No there won’t.

Tony Clarke scoops up the title belts and passes them off to the timekeeper. He calls for the bell…

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…and the match is under way. The three men left in the ring are still confused as to what the hell is going on.

JH: Our fourway has just become a triple threat, folks.

Ragin’ is the first to get over the bewilderment, running at Remy AND LEVELING HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE! The action brings the Dante back into the match at hand and he goes flying at Ragin’ with a clothesline of his own, but the Russian ducks out of the way. Dante spins around and lays a right hand right into Ragin’s jaw. The former World Heavyweight Champion is rocked back right into a waiting Remy who lays a stiff right of his own to Ragn’s jaw!!

JH: Ragin’ drew first blood, but Remy has recovered and now he and Dante are taking it to the man who could possibly be the first to hold the top title from both brands.

TM: Normally I don’t condone this sort of thing, but it’s Ragin’, so who cares. What I really want to know is where the hell did Swytch go?

JH: He’s gone, you bloody tit! Get that through your head already!

Ragin’ is caught between the pounding fists of Dante and Remy, sending him reeling to the ropes. Dante yells out to Remy before grabbing Ragin’ by the arm. Remy seems to get it and does the same, both men sending Ragin’ across the ring into the far ropes. Ragin’ rebounds right into a double back elbow to the sternum, taking him down to the mat.

JH: The former and current Ultimate Endurance Champions are really taking it to Ragin’ right now. You have to wonder how long this teamwork will last though.

TM: Remy and Dante don’t get along, that’s obvious, but who’s gonna stab who in the back first?

Ragin’ gets back to his feet, leaning against the ropes for support only to get sent to the floor BY A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE FROM REMY AND DANTE!

JH: Ragin’ isn’t looking too good in the match so far.

Dante circles around the ring then turns to Remy ONLY TO GET LEVELED BY A CLOTHESLINE!!

JH: And there it was. Dante turned his back for just a second and Remy took full advantage of it.

TM: That’s what a dirty cheat like him will do.

JH: Remy played it smart, you can’t blame him for that.

TM: Until later when he cheats and steals another title.

Remy walks around the ring, a smirk on his lips as he taps his finger to his temple. He grabs Dante around the head and helps him to his feet, only to smack an elbow right off Dante’s jaw.

JH: The camaraderie didn’t last very long and Remy is taking it to the former Ultimate Endurance Champ.

TM: Of course not, Hitchen. It’s not about being buddies, it’s about being the champ.

Dante starts to get to his feet and Remy’s right there to give him a helping hand. He pulls Dante vertical then leads him into the corner, SMASHING his face off the turnbuckle. Remy unloads a series of stiff elbows to Dante’s jaw, staggering the Icon out of the corner and across the ring.

JH: Remy Barteaux is in complete control right now.

TM: It’s the opportunity of his lifetime, do you think he’d let it pass him by?

JH: Of course not.

Dante stumbles into the far corner trying to get away from Remy’s attacks. He leans in the turnbuckles just long enough for Remy to get a running start, leaping into the air AND DRIVING HIS KNEE INTO DANTE’S STERNUM! Remy lands on his feet and whips an elbow into Dante’s jaw for good measure.

JH: Ragin’ hasn’t been in this since being tossed from the ring early on, but he looks to be making his way onto the apron.

TM: He’s not going to win either fall out there.

JH: No, he’s not, but it’s smart to let Dante and Remy beat on each other before he comes back in and cleans up.

Remy grabs Dante by the wrist and whips him into the opposite corner. He backs into the corner and rushes across the ring, but Dante explodes out of the corner and LEVELS REMY!! Ragin’ pulls himself up onto the apron ready to get back into the ring AND HE GETS A LITTLE HELP FROM DANTE WHO PULLS RAGIN’ OVER THE TOP ROPE!!

JH: Remy’s offense was stopped dead by Dante and the Icon helped Ragin’ back into this match as well!

TM: That’s right, you can’t keep the Icon down for long.

Ragin’ is quick to his feet, but Dante is all over him, peppering Ragin’ with right hands in the corner. He reels back for a haymaker but Remy grabs his arm and spins Dante around! Remy throws a right of his own, but Dante blocks it! Dante levels Remy with a STIFF right hand then turns back to Ragin’ AND GETS CRUSHED WITH A LARIAT!

JH: And Ragin’ is back in this match just like that!

The Russian glares down at Dante, driving his boot into Dante’s chest. The half Samoan flips to his stomach, trying to crawl away from the assault, but gets a boot right between the shoulder blades. Remy uses the ropes to get to his feet and starts for Dante, but sees Ragin’ laying waste to the former UEC. Remy backs off, a grin on his face as he lets Ragin’ do the dirty work.

JH: Remy seems content to let Ragin’ get back in this match.

TM: Of course he does. He’s in cahoots with Ragin’! It’s a big conspiracy to hold Dante down!

JH: You have to wonder if Ragin’ or even Remy are favored in this match now after what transpired at the start. Swytch could have easily been the favorite to retain the Dual Crown title even in this match but he’s no longer in this match.

TM: I don’t believe that, I still say he’s coming back out here. It’s all a ploy to throw his opponents off.

Ragin’ pulls Dante to his feet, tossing him into the turnbuckles. Ragin’ backs up and charges in, driving his shoulder into Dante’s midsection. Ragin’ backs away from Dante, leaving room for Remy to insert himself back into the action, running in AND DECAPITATING DANTE WITH A LEG LARIAT!!

JH: The double team has shifted to Remy and Ragin’ now, both men focusing on Dante.

Dante falls out of the corner, clutching at his throat, struggling to suck in air. Remy and Ragin’ both back off, giving Dante some room. Remy motions for Dante to get to his feet, Ragin’ following suit. Dante is back on his feet and he’s met by Ragin’ who takes Dante by the head and slams Dante’s face down into his knee.

TM: Natalya seems to like the way things have turned so far.

JH: Natalya’s presence at ringside is always a factor in Ragin’s matches. She may be relatively quiet now, but don’t be surprised if she interjects at some point in the match.

TM: Dirty cheats, the lot of them.

JH: That may be, but it’s what has gotten these men to where they are today.

Dante staggers around blindly right into the waiting grasp of Remy who whips the half Samoan into the ropes, but Dante counters, sending Remy into the ropes. Remy rebounds, stepping off Dante’s leg AND LIFTING HIS KNEE INTO DANTE’S FACE!! Dante staggers backwards into the ropes, bouncing off them RIGHT INTO A LARIAT FROM RAGIN’!!

JH: LAAAAAARRRRRRIIIIIIAAAAATTTTOOOOOHHHH!!

TM: Stiff shots to Dante’s head. This is playing into those UEC rules where a knock out can win you the fall.

Ragin’ pulls Dante to his feet, clubbing him across the back with a forearm. He whips Dante across the ring right into Remy who meets Dante with a BACK BODY DROP TOSSING DANTE OUT OF THE RING TO THE FLOOR!!

JH: WOW!! Did you see the elevation on that back body drop?!

TM: I think Remy was a little surprised by that too.

Indeed Remy is facing Dante’s landing zone, admiring his handiwork at getting the 255 pounder out of the ring with relative ease. Remy turns back to the ring just as Ragin’ comes rushing at him. Remy thinks fast, dropping down and PULLING THE ROPE, LETTING RAGIN’ FLING HIMSELF OUT OF THE RING TO THE FLOOR RIGHT NEXT TO DANTE!!

JH: Remy has just sent both his opponents from the ring out to the floor!

TM: Good for him. Now get one back in the ring if you plan on keeping your belt, Cajun.

JH: Remy does need to get the fall in the ring, but the rules permit the action to spill to the outside with no penalty.

TM: Do you think that really favors Remy with those two out there?

JH: It very well could if he can stay in control of the match.

Dante starts to get to his feet at ringside, using the fan barricade to pull himself up. He leans against the barricade for support, trying to gather his wits with the Russian not far behind. Ragin’ gets a little help to his feet from Dante who then drives a knee into Ragin’s gut. He grabs Ragin’ by the neck THEN SLAMS HIS FACE INTO THE FAN BARRICADE!! Dante goes for another face slam, but Ragin’ manages to block it, driving an elbow into Dante’s stomach. He rights himself and blasts Dante with a hard elbow to the nose. Dante shakes off the blow and delivers a quick shot to Ragin’s throat.

JH: Ragin’ and Dante are trading blows at ringside!

TM: And I think Remy wants to get in on the fun.

Remy sprints across the ring, flinging himself over the top rope AND CRASHES RIGHT INTO RAGIN’ AND DANTE SENDING ALL THREE MEN INTO THE BARRICADE!! The crowd in the front row leaps to the feet, cheering the high action right in their lap.

JH: INCREDIBLE SUICIDE PLANCHA FROM THE RAGIN’ CAJUN!

TM: …taking out Ragin’ and Dante.

Remy is to his feet first, holding his torso in a bit of pain but he sucks it up. With both men down at his feet, Remy lays the boots to Dante, kicking him in the chest and head to keep him down. Remy grabs Ragin’ around the head and pulls him up to his feet, leading the Russian back toward the ring. Remy grabs hold of Ragin’s hand, climbing up the ring steps then leaps onto the Russian’s shoulders AND SWINGS HIM AROUND WITH A HURRACANRANA, SPIKING RAGIN’ ON HIS HEAD!!

JH: What a hurracanrana from the Ultimate Endurance Champion!

TM: Bah, that flippy floppy crap never wins matches.

JH: A lot of successful wrestlers have built their careers on being able to pull off that ‘flippy floppy crap’ as you put it.

TM: Like?

JH: Kennedy for one, Swytch is another, a long line of Cruiserweight Champions.

TM: Poor Kennedy.

Remy leaps onto the stairs quickly, spinning around and flipping backwards moonsaulting onto the downed Ragin’.

JH: Poor Kennedy?

TM: Yes, poor Kennedy. Her hunky pot of sexy love left earlier. Did she go with him? What is she doing right now?

JH: So you admit he left then?

TM: NO! He just went to get a snack!

Remy rolls up to his feet, grabbing Ragin’ by the pants and the back of the neck and lifting him to his feet. He slides the Russian under the bottom rope. Dante starts to find his feet, pushing himself up off the protective rubber. Remy spies the movement and leaps onto the apron as Dante gets to his knees. He jumps off the ring apron AND DROPS HIS LEG ACROSS THE BACK OF DANTE’S NECK!!

JH: Dear God, Remy came off the ring apron with a leg drop and could have nearly broken Dante’s neck with that!

TM: He’s desperate!

JH: Desperate or not, he’s in total control of this match.

Remy slides back into the ring leaving Dante on the floor to clutch at his neck. Ragin’ is pulling himself up to his feet as Remy finds his own. The Cajun rushes across the ring, but Ragin’ comes up with a burst, LIFTING REMY AND SLAMMING HIM DOWN WITH A SPINEBUSTER!! Ragin’ rolls over and gets to his feet, leaning against the ropes to catch his breath.

JH: Speaking desperation, Ragin’ came out of nowhere to hit that spinebuster on Remy.

TM: The Cajun is spluttering on the mat like a fish out of water right now.

JH: Nothing like having 275 pounds driving you into the mat to knock the wind out of you.

Ragin’ makes his way over to Remy, grabbing his dirty blonde locks and pulling him over to the corner. Ragin’ backs his way up to the second turnbuckle, sitting on the top rope and smashing Remy’s face off his knee. He puts his knee behind Remy’s neck then jumps off the turnbuckle and DRIVES REMY FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT!!

JH: THE FACE WRECKER!! This could be a knock out right here! Ragin’ may be making a bid for the first Triple Crown Champion!

TM: Not a chance. Remy’s hurt, but he’s still moving.

JH: Remy’s nose my have been broken right there. The blood is gushing from his face.

Ragin’ looks down at Remy, booting the man in the ribs. He looks out to the crowd and reaches up, slowly running his thumb along his throat.

TM: I think Ragin’ wants to end this fall right here and right now.

Ragin’ grabs Remy by the hair and moves into a standing headscissor. He grabs Remy around the waist and hoists the Ultimate Endurance Champion onto his shoulders. Ragin’ pushes the Cajun up by the britches, but Remy rolls forward and slides down Ragin’s back!! He grabs Ragin’ by the leg, pulling Ragin’ off his feet. Remy quickly tangles Ragin’s legs up and weaves his own into them then falls backward to the mat!!

JH: WILL BREAKER! REMY HAS THE WILL BREAKER ON RAGIN’!!

Ragin’ screams out in pain, reaching back to try and break the hold, but unable to bend his body enough. He claws at the mat, trying to reach the ropes but they’re too far out of his reach. The Russian beauty at ringside who had been quiet for most of the night, makes her way onto the ring apron. She leans over the top rope, beckoning the referee’s attention, or Remy’s attention, or anybody who will show her SOME attention. Remy Barteaux is completely focused on his opponent though and refuse to succumb to the long, slender leg slipping between the ropes.

TM: AHA!! I knew she couldn’t resist! She’s ALWAYS getting involved!

JH: It’s her nature, Thomas. This is what she’s paid to do.

Tony Clarke struggles to keep his focus on the match, but can’t ignore the entry of an outside participant. TC starts to get to his feet, but Natalya surprises him with a quick exit of the ring.

TM: DANTE!!

JH: Natalya just got pulled off the apron by Dante Coles!!

Natalya doesn’t look very happy about Dante’s meddling in her, er, meddling and she hauls off and slaps him across the face…NO!! Dante grabs Natalya’s wrist mid slap and spins her around, pinning her arm behind her back. He leads Natalya over to the overly muscled guy who sits in the corner of the fan barricade and shoves her in his direction, the Russian beauty falling into the nameless security guard’s lap.

TM: Well that takes care of her, but Remy still has Ragin’ locked in the Will Breaker in the ring.

And Dante is aware of that. He hits the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and reaches out for Remy JUST AS RAGIN’ TAPS OUT!! Tony Clarke leaps to his feet and signals for the first fall!!

MA: The winner of the first fall by submission is Remy Barteaux!!

JH: Remy retains his Ultimate Endurance Championship!!

TM: But he has Dante to contend with now.

Dante is to his feet before Remy can untangle himself from Ragin’. He lays his boot to Remy’s head, stomping the champion’s face into the canvas. Dante reaches down, grabbing Remy by the hair and ripping him free from Ragin’s tangled legs. He boots Remy in the stomach, hooking him in a front face lock and hooking his arm around Remy’s, lifting him and tossing him backward with a half-hatch suplex.

TM: SUUUPPPPPLLLLLLLEEEEEEXXXXXXUUUUGGGGGGGHHHH!!

Dante immediately floats into a cover…



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JH: A two count for Dante. He caught Remy completely by surprise and nearly found himself crowned the new Dual Crown Champion.

TM: It’s going to be a good night for Dante, I can feel it.

Dante gets back to his feet, pulling Remy up with him. He pops Remy in the jaw with a quick right jab that snaps the UEC’s head back. Dante rears back and smacks a hard chop across Remy’s bare chest, followed by another, and a third.

JH: Dante is raising some welts on Remy’s chest with those stiff chops.

TM: Why don’t you go kiss it better for Remy.

JH: No thank you.

Dante whips Remy across the ring, then bounces himself off the near ropes AND CRUSHES REMY WITH A SHOULDER BLOCK!! The Cajun is put down hard on the canvas, struggling to regain his bearings. Dante circles around Remy to Ragin’ who finds himself getting pulled to his feet. Dante fires a right hand at Ragin’, but the Russian blocks it, shoving Dante back then smacking an elbow off his face.

JH: Ragin’ is still alive and he’s putting a stop Dante’s big offensive push.

Ragin’ boots Dante in the gut, moving into a standing headscissor. He quickly hoists Dante up onto his shoulders, then pushes him up further BEFORE BRINGING HIM DOWN WITH A FACEBUSTER!!

JH: THE FEATURE REMOVER!! FEATURE REEMMMOOOVVEEEERR!! This could be over!! New Dual Crown Champion and his name is Ragin’!!

TM: He still has to cover!

And Ragin’ does make the cover, hooking the leg for good measure. TC drops to the canvas, pounding the mat as he does.



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THREE!!



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TM: Remy broke up the pin!! The Cajun shows his worth after all.

Ragin’ looks irate as he finds his feet. He pulls Remy up by the hair, shoving him back into the ropes. Ragin’ unloads on Remy with knees to the stomach. He batters the Cajun’s face with elbows, rights and lefts.

JH: Ragin’ will not be deterred. He wants that title and he’ll beat it out of Remy if he has to.

Ragin’ reaches back for a big right hand, but he’s spun around by Dante!! Ragin’ throws a punch in Dante’s direction, but the former UEC ducks underneath it. Ragin’ spins around and finds himself in a rear waist lock. Remy recovers from the beating Ragin’ gave him, reaching up with a closed fist. He launches his fist at Ragin’, but the Russian ducks and Dante releases the hold, clutching his face!!

JH: What was that? Remy never touched Dante.

Dante stumbles around blindly, clawing at his face. Remy’s eyes widen as he gets sent over the top rope with a clothesline from Ragin’.

TM: It was Remy’s Special Spices!! That dirty thief tried to blind Ragin’, but he got Dante instead!!

JH: And Remy’s on the floor now.

Ragin’ spins around, moving in behind Dante and rolling him up quickly.



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RAGIN’ PULLS ON DANTE’S TIGHTS!!



THREE!!
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JH: NO!! NOT LIKE THAT!!

Tony Clarke leaps to his feet, calling for the bell.

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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the second fall and NEW DUAL CROWN CHAMPION…RAAAAAAGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN’!!

Ragin’s music pumps out over the speakers as Tony Clarke awards him the titles. Remy is on his feet at ringside, staring wide eyed in disbelief at what just happened.

JH: Remy retained his Ultimate Endurance Championship and was close to becoming the Dual Crown Champion…

TM: But he cost Dante with a handful of Cajun spices!

Ragin’ clutches his titles, exiting the ring and retrieving his valet from the security at ringside. She congratulates her comrade, the two of them celebrating the big victory as they make their way to the back, the crowd booing them wildly. Remy angrily claims his title, making his way up the aisle after the new DC Champ. Tony Clarke helps Dante from the ring. A medic at ringside washes Dante’s eyes out, trying to cool off the effects of Remy’s handful of dust.

JH: This is unprecedented. Ragin’, a former World Heavyweight Champion on Slam has just become the Dual Crown Champion. This is history in the making.

TM: And where the hell was Swytch during all this?

JH: Nobody knows but himself and perhaps Kennedy. Maybe we’ll receive word on what’s going on there.

With his vision coming back, Dante makes his way to the ring barricade. He leans over, speaking to a woman in the front row, getting a kiss and a hug. The fans around them cheer, maybe knowing something the others don’t. Dante makes his way toward the aisle, giving the fans a wave as he walks to the back, getting a decent pop from the crowd in attendance.

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KR: Up next we have the World Championship on the line.

CM: Let me ask you a question, what's the win-loss record of Brighty in the last year? How the hell does he deserve a title shot?!

KR: Brighty is a true FIW legend!

CC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall is for the FIW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Getting Away With Murder” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and the strobe lights begin to flicker on and off.

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SO CONFRONTATIONAL
TO TELL THE TRUTH AGAIN
I AM GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER
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The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the ground level glancing from left to right with his publicist Shauna at his side. He begins to walk down the walkway admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as Shauna carries her precious puppy.

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TO NEVER TELL THE TRUTH
BUT THE REALITY IS I'M GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER
(GETTING AWAY, GETTING AWAY, GETTING AWAY)
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Shauna reaches the apron and she climbs the steps as Sean follows her strutting himself into the ring in an arrogant way; he removes his leather trench coat and climbs the turnbuckle and poses. He then pets the little canine as he flips the crowd off and awaits his opponent.

CC: Introducing first, from Fairfield Connecticut. He is the current reigning and defending FIW World Champion...SEAN MADROX!


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*'Song 2' by Blur hits the PA and the arena erupts with support for the large Englishman. The decibal level is raised higher as Brighty emerges from behind the curtain wearing his now trademark sweat soaked KFC T-shirt. The large man waddles down the aisle shaking the structure with every heavy, flat footed step he takes. Eventually the large man makes it to the ring, entering through the middle ropes. He removes the shirt and tosses it to ring side, knocking an innocent camera man to the ground under it's weight. Brighty salutes his crowd before turning his attention to the match.

CC: And his opponent, he is a former World Heavyweight Champion, Ultimate Endurance Champion and the 2003 Slam! Superstar of the Year...BRIGHTY!

The crowd are wild for Brighty as he salutes the capacity Alamodome crowd. Madrox examines the task ahead of him, the big man motions for Madrox to step up and lock up with him. Madrox puts his hands up and then they grapple, Brighty quickly pushes Madrox back to a corner and Brighty smirks. Brighty brings the crowd into the match before they lock up for a second time and this time Brighty shoves Madrox down to the mat. Brighty casually leans on the ropes as a frustrated Sean Madrox gets back up to his feet. Brighty and Madrox circle the ring, a third time up goes the way of Sean Madrox. He applies in a standing side headlock. Madrox cinches it in, Brighty is quick to push him into the ropes ahead.

KR: You know Brighty out-weighs Madrox by around 150 pounds.

CM: That's what that ho had on you last night wasn't it?

KR: Stop that! I'm a happily married!

CM: Yeah but it's funny your wife doesn't say that...

Madrox bounces back off the ropes and runs right into Brighty! Madrox stumbles back into the ropes and Brighty grabs his arm, whipping him forward. Madrox comes back off the ropes into a Vader-like body block! Madrox collapses back to the mat and the velocity of the move sends him out of the ring under the bottom rope! Brighty performs classic Hulkster taunts to Madrox as 'Mr. Phenomenal' is slowly getting back up outside the ring. Madrox slides back in and runs at Brighty, Brighty attempts a clothesline but Madrox ducks underneath. Madrox bounces off the ropes and finds Brighty with his head lowered. Madrox launches himself over in a sunset flip but he can't pull Brighty over!

CM: This doesn't look good!

KR: All 380 pounds are teetering!

Brighty manages to control his movement drops straight south onto Madrox's chest! MADROX MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! BRIGHTY'S BACKSIDE SLAMS INTO THE CANVAS! Madrox is quickly up to his feet and runs to the ropes as Brighty is getting up. Madrox slides through Brighty's legs and then leaps up on top of Brighty as he turns around...HURRICANRANA! To his credit Brighty is quickly up to his feet but is groggy and vulnerable to Madrox taking him into a corner. Madrox tees off on the former Slam! Superstar of the Year with four hard right hands that go unanswered. Madrox looks for an irish whip across the ring but Brighty holds on to reverse! Madrox is shot into the turnbuckle but he controls himself, he leaps up onto the second rope and SPRINGBOARDS OVER HIS SHOULDER INTO A CROSS BODY BLOCK! MADROX HOLDS ON FOR THE PIN!


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KR: The first nearfall goes to Madrox, the reigning Champion feeling the urgency here.

CM: He's two chances in this match, get an early pinfall or make this match go long. Because anything in between and the heavy hitter with decimate Madrox.

KR: Couldn't agree more, as this match goes longer it will tire Brighty a lot quicker but his heavy blows will mean Madrox is continually on the back foot.

Madrox questions referee Tommy Owens for a moment before going around to Brighty's legs. He picks them up and looks for a SHARPSHOOTER but Madrox can't twist his legs enough and Brighty kicks him off! Both are up at the same time and Madrox goes downstairs with a kick to the gut. Madrox hooks him up in a front facelock and looks for a vertical suplex but he can't lift the big Essex man! Brighty easily blocks it and performs a vertical suplex of his own...Madrox escapes and lands on his feet behind Brighty! Madrox goes for a waistlock and a german suplex but Brighty slams his ass into Madrox. Madrox holds his stomach but ducks a Brighty forearm. He is behind Brighty once more and rolls him up in a school boy!

CM: He's got another pin on Brighty!


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KR: And another kick out!

Madrox is quickly up and again goes to Brighty's legs, looking for a boston crab but Brighty quickly shuffles to the bottom rope. Tommy Owens orders Madrox off and Sean reluctantly lets him go. Madrox runs into the ropes looking for momentum as Brighty is up to his feet, Madrox attempts a crucifix around Brighty's back but Brighty holds on tightly...SAMOAN DROP! Madrox is holding his ribs as Brighty stands up and then drops an big elbow down onto Madrox's chest. Brighty grabs Madrox's left arm and left ankle. He drags Madrox towards a corner and then Brighty steps up onto the second rope before LAUNCHING DOWN WITH A BIG SPLASH! BRIGHTY CONNECTS PERFECTLY!

KR: Is there any of Madrox left?!

CM: What a splash! That wasn't a pretty splash!

Brighty holds on for the pin!


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KR: Madrox kicked out!

CM: To the shock of Brighty, the fans and us!

Sean Madrox tries to slide away from the big Englishman, he's favouring his ribs and begging the referee to keep Brighty away from him. Madrox slides back into a corner but still Brighty comes at him. He lifts Madrox to his feet by his hair and slaps Madrox around the face to the delight of the crowd. Brighty whips Madrox HARD across the ring, Madrox hits the turnbuckles head-on and his head snaps back off the top turnbuckle! Madrox slumps down to the canvas.

KR: Like being rear ended by a runaway monster truck!

Brighty slowly peels Sean Madrox up off the canvas and lands a succession of body punches. Each shot lifts Madrox's feet up off the mat a little bit until Madrox blocks a punch attempt! Madrox tries to scoop slam Brighty but the big man is too heavy in Madrox's weakened state! Brighty slams a forearm down across Madrox's side to send Madrox crashing down to the mat. Brighty pulls Sean up to his feet by an arm, keeps hold of the arm and jerks Madrox into a short-arm clothesline. Brighty applies a ground armbar but Madrox quickly scrambles to the ropes.

KR: Brighty is looking dominant!

CM: What happens if Brighty wins? Is he back on the roster?

KR: I assume so and what a coup that would be for the Slam! roster! If not, I would suggest that the title becomes vacant.

Brighty picks Madrox up and tosses him into a corner. Brighty lands a couple of kicks to the stomach before whipping him across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Brighty follows in and connects with a turnbuckle splash! Madrox is allowed to stumble out of the corner before being knocked down with a knee to his gut, which flips him over to the mat. Brighty applies the armbar one more time but again Sean Madrox slips out desperately. Madrox catches Brighty coming at him with a boot to the gut but Brighty responds with a CHOP to the chest of Madrox. Brighty tries to send Madrox into a turnbuckle and then follow in but Madrox dodges out of Brighty's path! Brighty's body smacks into the vacant turnbuckle and staggers out.

CM: That's exactly what Madrox has to do! He has to use his speed!

KR: Madrox slipped out of the turnbuckle at the very last moment!

Brighty staggers into Madrox's waiting arms, MADROX GOES FOR THE SCOOP SLAM ONE MORE TIME BUT AGAIN BRIGHTY BLOCKS IT! Brighty shoots Madrox into the ropes and he comes off straight into a shoulder block to knock him down and Brighty gets on top for the pin!


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KR: Madrox kicks out again!

CM: Showing his resilience!

Madrox fights his way up to his feet and Brighty spends a moment on the canvas considering his options. Brighty stands and punches Madrox straight in the mouth! Madrox stays on his feet but the second right knocks him down. Brighty tries to pick him up, Madrox fights back with a combination of chops and kicks to keep Brighty off him. Brighty comes back with clubbing blows to knock Madrox down. Brighty performs a ground splash and then makes a cover but he's high on the shoulders...


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KR: You could see Madrox kicking out, Brighty was too high over his body.

Brighty picks up Madrox off the mat, he kicks him in the gut to double him over. Brighty has Madrox's head between his legs and leans in to lift him up for a powerbomb...MADROX SLIPS OUT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! He connects with a couple of hard forearm blows to the face before hooking Brighty up...SIT-OUT JAWBREAKER! MADROX APPLIES A HALF-BOSTON CRAB TO BRIGHTY'S LEGS!

KR: The Half Crab knows no physical boundaries!

CM: It doesn't matter if Brighty is 380 pounds or not!

BRIGHTY SLIDES ACROSS THE MAT AS REFEREE TOMMY OWENS ASKS HIM WHETHER HE GIVES UP! BRIGHTY SHAKES HIS HEAD AND SLIDES CLOSER TO THE ROPES...HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!

KR: Brighty gets to the ropes!

Sean Madrox refuses to release the hold, despite the referee starting his count and reaching four! Madrox wouldn't mind a disqualification and Tommy Owens attempts to drag him off Brighty. In the end Brighty kicks Madrox off him. Brighty is quickly up to his feet a little annoyed as he turns around and Madrox is prepared...SCOOP SLAM! THE RING SHAKES! MADROX DOWN INTO A PIN!


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KR: He finally did it! Madrox finally slammed Brighty!

CM: But he couldn't get the pin!

Madrox is feeling the momentum as he pulls Brighty up to his feet. He pushes Sean back into a corner and whips him across the ring. Brighty's back absorbs the punishment from the turnbuckle, he then steps forward to knock Madrox down with a shoulder block! Brighty looks for another one of those splashes, going to what brought him to the dance but Madrox gets his knees up! Sean Madrox gets up and heads through the ropes onto the apron. Madrox scales up a turnbuckle and leaps off...MISSILE DROPKICK BY MADROX CONNECTS! MADROX NIPS BACK UP!

CM: These fans are all over Madrox! What's wrong with them?!

KR: Don't get me wrong, Madrox is a great athlete but his attitude leaves a lot to be desired.

Already Brighty is getting back up, Madrox runs into the ropes...SPINNING HEEL KICK KNOCKS BRIGHTY BACK DOWN! HE DROPS INTO A COVER AND HOOKS THE FAR LEG!


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CM: Brighty escapes from the pin!

KR: But is this a sign? Brighty didn't kick out, he just got that shoulder up off the canvas.

Madrox can't believe that wasn't three! He holds three fingers up in Owens' face but Tommy Owen responds with just two. Madrox sees Brighty is still down and pushes the referee aside. Madrox steps out onto the apron and climbs up top. He looks for a cross body but Brighty is up on his feet and sees him coming...POWERSLAM! BRIGHTY HOLDS ONTO MADROX'S BODY FOR THE PIN!


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KR: How the hell did he do that?!

CM: He kicked out! Thank the Lord!

Brighty picks up Sean Madrox but Madrox rakes him in the eyes! Madrox stands off Brighty...BLACKOUT! MADROX PINS BRIGHTY!


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CC: Here is your winner and STILL FIW World Champion...SEAN MADROX!

KR: Madrox has stole one! He raked the eyes and then had his feet on the ropes!

CM: Sean is still the Champ! That's all that matters!

Tommy Owens is handed the World Title belt and Madrox snatches it off him! Sean Madrox gets out of the ring quickly as Brighty starts to get back up. Brighty points to his eyes as he shakes his head at the referee. Madrox however holds the title high above his head as he jogs up the ramp away from the ring!

CM: Look at Madrox, he's the greatest!

KR: If I had a nickel for every time you've said that about a wrestler in the past...

CM: Shut up Royle!

KR: Sean Madrox walks out of Dangerous Liaisons the World Champion, I'll admit that's something a lot of people didn't expect to see.
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... almost as much as they didn't expect to see a post after the main event. The lights in the arena cut suddenly, as Jeffery Nothing's voice haunts our ears.

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I've ever wanted
To believe...
That peace could grow inside of you...
In spite of me...
Humani...ty...
I hope you're out there somewhere.
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The heavy guitars of Mushroomhead's new jam "Save Us" rock over the fans in attendance as bright white light blasts through the entryway, revealing a sillhouette. That black figure moves against the light, trekking toward the ring. The guitars die and the lights turn a moody shade of pale blue. Tier walks through the reaching arms of the fans, face blank and emotionless.

JH: What's Tier doing out here now!?

TM: I don't know! He's stealing the show! Score one for TNT!

JH: Ha!

He slowly climbs the stairs leading into the ring, and as he reaches the top post, he folds his hands against his chest.

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The lights rise completely and Tier enters the now-empty ring. The music dies down and Tier retrives a mic from his jacket pocket.

Tier: I hope you all enjoyed tonight's production. Particularly the commentary of Thomas Moore and Kurt Royle... as it is the last time you'll see them on TV.

TM & KR: WHAT!?

Tier: I've had news for some time... and I've been keeping it inside. That isn't very fair to you, the fans... nor the dozen or so workers who have so recently lost their jobs. First and foremost is the esteemed doctor Albert Deitrich Schultz, who recently stepped down from his stressful position of CEO of the wrestling company known as FIW. I think I speak for everyone when I say that we wish Dr. Schultz the best in his future endeavors. Perhaps a Floridian retirement is imminent...

Tier smirks at his joke, but it's not a very happy one.

Tier: Something most of you aren't aware of is that Dr. Schultz and I are relatively close. I met him some years ago through Wightraven, and we've kept in touch. I got a Christmas card from his family every year. When he mentioned to me that he was considering leaving FIW...

Tier pauses for dramatic effect and to take a breath, his void-eyes scanning the crowd.

Tier: ... I offered to step into his place.

TM: OH MY GOD.

The fans hit their FEET with the news, half cheering, half booing, all wild.

JH: This is incredible news!

TM: But... but why do I lose my job!? I LIKE you, Tier!

KR: Hey, it's not like I ever did anything to the guy!

Tier swallows visibly as the fans calm down. He waits until the noise level is relatively low before proceeding.

Tier: It has ALWAYS been my dream... to start something. Something that took the hardcore violence and innovation of Slam!... ... the technical ability and honor of TNT... ... and molded them into one unit. One movement. One uprisng.
One... ... revolution.


Again with the ecstasy from the fans. They calm down pretty quick, though, and Tier presses onward.

Tier: Starting next Wednesday, FIW will be divided no more. Starting next Wednesday, I will usher in a new era of wrestling innovation! Starting next Wednesday, petty general manager quarrels are finished! MADISON! ORION! YOU... ARE... FIIIIIIIIRRRRRRED!!!

TM: NOT MADISON!!!

CM: THIS IS A TRAVESTY!!!

Tier: Starting next Wednesday... of all the matches on this pay-per-view... only Xtreme Kitten and Extreme Ninja #2's wins will mean ANYTHING. Champions will be reforged! New alliances and rivalries will be founded! MY! REVOLUTION! CAN BEGIN!!

Riotous reaction from the crowd at this ultra-heavy news.

Tier: THIS IS MY FIW! MINE! AND THE REVOLT BEGINS ON WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 23RD!!! YOU WOULDN'T DARE FUCKING MISS IT!!


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