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ReVolt; September 6th, 2006
Topic Started: Sep 6 2006, 11:47 PM (240 Views)
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GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE

The International champion springs from the corner and scoops down to the mat grabbing up his trusty fork he lost possession of earlier in the match. He quickly drives upward with the handle of the fork and jabs it into the throat of his masked opponent. XK gasps and coughs from the blow to the throat and staggers into a nearby corner where Toan begins to dig the fork into his mask as Kitten swats at his opponents hands in an attempt to remain masked. The Deathmatch Bastard digs in more violently and smiles as he begins to pull up on the mask and Mark Jackson pleads with him to stop!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
SPIT OUT ALL REASON
YEAH

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

I'm tired of holdin' up the weight,
the weight of the motherfuckin' world.
All I want is to just get right


Kailey stumbles backwards into the ropes, holding to them as she eyes Kennedy. She takes in a deep breath and waits as she notices Kennedy stirring on the canvas. Kailey moves to the turnbuckle, pulling herself to the second rope. Kennedy climbs to her feet, dazed and confused. She moves around the canvas, turning JUST AS KAILEY COMES OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!!! NO!!! Kennedy holds her hands up and breaks the axe handle! She buries her boot into Kailey’s midsection AND PLANTS HER WITH AN IMPLANT DDT!!!

HERE RIGHT NOW !!!

Prime stands up and stands back in a corner. He is considering his strategy as Hutch shows fight to start getting back up. Hutch turns around into a hard right hand from Prime to knock him back down. Hutch gets right back up and gets hammered one more time. Hutch pulls himself up off the canvas and Prime runs through him with a shoulder block, knocking Hutch through the ropes to the outside. Prime pulls Hutch up, slams a knee deep into his gut before looking out at the rabid crowd. Prime claps his arms around Hutch and flips him over...OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX AND HUTCH IS SENT CRASHING THROUGH THE SLAM! ANNOUNCE TABLE!

We struggle and fight just to get in the grave
That's overflowing.
Clock's ticking on my 15 minutes of fame
Come on now


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!

1
2
3...


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!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE

The Fighting Spirit Champion wiggles about as he tries to get out from under Onikage, ending up on his back, and that’s when the Straight Edge Savior applies pressure to his mounted position, keeping the smaller man just as he is as he starts throwing elbow strikes at him, Graver tries to lift up his arms to block them but they are just too strong. At first they start out relatively slow but with each blow the former Ordinary member picks up steam with his shots, steadily making them quicker and quicker as he hammers away on the reigning champ with quite the ruthless aggression, a look in his eyes showing that Onikage seems to have snapped on Graver. Clarke circles around the two of them as Onikage continues to pound the Reject of FIW into grounded meat, Tony’s expression becoming more and more grim as Graver’s body becomes more and more lifeless than it was the previous second, suddenly a few gasps start ringing out through out the arena. A dark crimson liquid starts covering Onikage’s elbow pad and the ends of his black tape, staining them with blood, though it isn’t the only thing that gets coated, soon blood is disturbingly squirting upward from Graver’s face, splashing against Onikage’s mask and upper body, slowly running down it, even a bit splashes onto Tony Clarke!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
SPIT OUT ALL REASON
YEAH

Graver suddenly starts swinging his arms around and hopping to strike different poses with his legs as if mocking the martial arts background of two of his challengers. A grin spreads across his face as suddenly he turns to Kiyoshi, spraying a mouthful of beer in mist like fashion, blinding the second biggest man in the match!

I'm flushing the trust of everyone,
stabbing in the back and thinkin' they can break me.
Set my sight can't die until I'm done


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!

MIND ENDURANCE!!!

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! 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!

Never wanted any more than what I deserve,
better bring it I'm takin' it all.
Fuck an inch 'cause I'm bringin' a mile,
It's on now


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!

1
2
3...


Whimpering Graver tries his best puppy dog eyes face and tries his best to weasel his way out from Kiyoshi’s grasp, though it is to no avail as Kiyoshi slowly shakes his head no with a grim expression on his face, he surprisingly whips Graver away from him, only to hold on and pull him right back into the welcoming from a vicious lariat! Amazingly the lariat doesn’t take Graver off of his feet, rather he gasps and groans as he tries to talk though it is as if from the sheer impact of the move his wind pipe has been caved in, slowly he staggers backwards as Nakahata releases the hold on his wrist, watching him calmly. Though he doesn’t stand there all day as like a lion stalking it’s prey he marches forward after the champion, looking like he might be in the mood to end this match, but suddenly a hand rests on his shoulder and whips him around, before Nightmare can even say what it seems like he was trying to say, Kiyoshi connects with a palm strike. The palm strike was so powerful it sends Nightmare flying right over the top rope and hitting the apron with a thud

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE

Remy looks shocked down at his victim, expecting a much more beardy, Russiany-type guy under his boot. But he shrugs, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, until he turns around and spies a bear. Ragin’ gets another wicked sneer on his mug before BLASTING REMY IN THE GRILL WITH A HAYMAKER!! Remy’s eyelids flutter, but Ragin’ isn’t done, FORCING his head between his legs, then WRENCHING Remy upward onto his shoulders! Ragin’ tosses Remy’s legs outward, falling into a sit-out position, CRUSHING HIS FACE INTO THE MAT!!!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
SPIT OUT ALL REASON
YEAH

Both competitors get back to their feet and Tomoko is the first to move in hooking up Toan and quickly lifts him off his feet with the Tomoko Driver. She drops to a seated position as she completes the finisher and then quickly draws her body over his legs applying as much weight as she can to his shoulders. That is until out of no where she is victim of a devastating Cat Kick to the face and falls backwards on the mat. XK drops his body over Tomoko and hooks a leg. Mark Jackson is already in position from her pin attempt and begins to count!

This fire, is growing, it's burning, deep inside of me.
Focused, driven, certain, the way it's got to be

FIRE, GROWING, BURNING, DEEP INSIDE OF ME!!!
FOCUSED, DRIVEN, CERTAIN, THE WAY IT'S GOT TO BE!!!


Toan gets up to his feet and turns around looking at Kailey, he kicks her in the midsection and he hoist her up into the air with a one arm falcon arrow, but as he is goes to drop her down she is able to counter the move and she lands on her feet. Toan is pissed and he grabs the stop sign and slams it over her head and he whips her into the ropes and as she rebounds back Toan goes for another hiptoss, but Kailey counters the move twirling into a headscissor takedown, but she twirls a couple more times before planting Toan down with a DDT onto the chair in the middle of the ring.

CROOKED (No Trust)
LIAR (Conman)
DRUNK WITH (Power)
MENTOR (Taught me everything that I know)


SO WRONG,
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG


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

1
2
3!!!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED


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 silhouette. 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.

SO FUCKING DETERMINED
GO!!!
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Pyros EXPLODE from one side of the arena to the other in shades of red, white, blue, and green! The ReVolt logo swivels on the VolTrons as Mudvayne's "Determined" thunders across the audience!

Jonathan Hitchen: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the UNITED CENTER Arena in Chicago, Illinois, U-S-A! I'm Jonathan Hitchen!

Chip Martin: I'm Chip Martin!

Constance Loire: And I'm Constance Loire! And this! ... is ReVolt!

JH: And we are starting this show out with a great match, we have an over the top rope, two feet on the floor tag team forge match!

CL: That was a fucking mouthful, why don’t you try saying that ten times fast while holding your tongue.

CM: *Holds Tongue* ROVER TEHG TOHYP RUPOE WHO PHEATE OWN PLOORE HAG SEAM FOUR MASHE!!!

CL: You would be the only idiot to actually try and attempt to say that Chris.

The lights around the arena cut violently to Black. The opening riff of “Before I'm Dead” starts up through the speakers, followed by the words;

[align=center] moon hangs round
a blade over my head
reminds me
what to do before I'm dead
night consumes light
and all I dread
reminds me what to do before I'm dead

Sun reclines
tease my mind
reminds me what to leave behind
light eats night
and all I never said
reminds me what to do before I'm...

To see you
to touch you
to see you
to touch you
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An explosion goes off around the outskirts of the stage as the beat kicks in; purple and pink strobe lighting pulsing throughout the arena, mist quickly fills the stage as Panther crawls out.

MA: Making her way down to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts…PAAAAANTHER!

When she is in the center she slowly gets up and almost instantly she begins to dance wildly shaking her hips she moves further down the ramp. The lusty calls of the men in the audience can just be made out over the music, she begins to run her hands over her body, running her hands through her long thick brown hair, when she reaches the ring she grabs hold of the ropes with one hand the other continues to run through her hair. Her eyes hold mischief her lips curled in a smile flipping over the top rope she continues her seductive dance in the middle of the ring until her music fades out and awaits the start of the match.

JH: Well there really isn’t much to say about Panther, she has been on the losing end as of yet.

CM: Yeah nothing exciting…

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The above symbol flashes on the VolTrons as the tribal drums and whistling cries of The Cure's "Burn" fade into our ears. The lights deaden so we can only see the symbol as guitars begin, and when Robert Smith's vocals finally join the music, a flash occurs onstage.
[align=center]"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
"Don't wake at night to
watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling adored
Tousled bird mad girl..."
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The house lights rise ultra-bright with the chorus and Willow strides out onto the stage.

MA: Making her way down to the ring hailing from Willow Lake, South Dakota…WILLLLLOW!!!

She puts her hands on her hips and looks out over the crowd, smiling. Willow then breaks into a run for the ring, moving through the sea of fans' arms before sliding headfirst into the ring. She crawls on all fours to the farthest turnbuckle, scaling it and perching up there for a moment before springing upward with her arms poised to accept the fans' adulations. She shouts words of enlightenment at them, and finally hops down, ready to face a challenge.

CL: And we have the monkey from last week…

JH: She had a successful debut last week when she was able to beat Loon.

The arena is plunged into darkness, with the only lights on in the building focused on the entrance stage which - as the synth intro to Rusty Nail starts - is filling up with smoke, pierced by an assortment of multi colored lasers. The guitar starts up with the emergence of Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka from the artificial cloud, proudly strutting to the edge of the ramp. At his destination, he draws his sword from its sheath at his belt and slashes forward in one fluid motion as he drops to one knee.
[align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete
Togireta, omoi de kasaneru kawaranai yume ni
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Slowly Daisuke draws the sword back to himself and stabs the point down to the floor, as his voice continues to ring out around the arena. He strikes a praying warrior pose, just in time for...
MA: Making his way down to the ring hailing from Komachi City, Japan…KIYOSHI NAAAKAAHAAATAAA!!!
[align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align]
The rest of the chorus is drowned out by a series of blinding explosions of pyro on the stage behind him, the smoke eventually clearing to reveal a hooded figure staring at the floor. Kiyoshi Nakahata surveys the ring and the crowd. There was once a time when Kiyoshi would have seemed overwhelmed and a hobbling Daisuke would have had to drag him down to the ring; but now that time seems long gone the way that he strides towards the ring to find his destiny, brushing straight past Daisuke who maintains his pose with his hands clasped on the hilt of his sword. When he eventually gets to the ring, Kiyoshi walks up the ring steps, and around the long way to his corner over the apron, and vaults up onto his corner, sitting himself down on the top rope. As the lights finally return, Daisuke finally opens his eyes and walks down to join his brother in arms in the corner before the start of the match.

CM: And then the Asian, there always has to be one.

The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a white spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to get up on their feet, throw up their middle fingers, boo the holy hell, and basically do all they can do as a crowd to boo one of the biggest pompous assholes there is!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact wearing his usual wrestling attire and t-shirt over his sweaty body sporting the latest logos, and as soon as Impact steps foot out of the curtain and onto the concrete stage the crowds boos somehow manage to grow louder.

[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]


MA: And the final opponent making his way down to the ring hailing from Staten Island, New York ….MAAAAAATT IMPAAAAACT!!!

Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd as on the sides of the camera you can see fans sticking their arms over the fencing as long as possible to get their middle finger seen on camera pointing at the arrogant Impact. He just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he walks up the steel steps, walking across the black FIW logo apron to the center before entering the ring over the black middle rope.

[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 right fist into his chest before kissing it and lifting it into the air as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle, to that, the crowd responds with more middle fingers and boos, he then hops off the second turnbuckle, and moves to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way grabs off his t-shirt and then comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the lights turn on and he grabs his dropped t-shirt and taunts the crowd by pretending to throw it at them, but smirks as he hands it to a ring official outside the ring. He then goes to the nearest corner leaning against it fixing his trunks, pads, and boots and stretching out a bit before the match.

JH: We have all participants in the ring and now the match can start!

CL: Such an odd group of weirdo’s in the ring, only Tier would be able to smack this match together for a fan pleaser.

CM: So anyone wanna start some bets?

Richard Kelly checks with all of the wrestlers to make sure everything is alright for the match before signaling for the bell to start the match.

[align=center]DING! DING![/align]
No sooner the bell is rung and all four participants look at each other waiting for someone to make the first move and Matt Impact is the first as he charges and blast Panther with a vicious clothesline knocking her on her back. She holds her lower back in pain as Matt grabs her by the hair and he lifts her to her feet with ease as he hammers away at her with lefts and rights. Willow on the other hand goes charging at Kiyoshi and she executes a spinning wheel kick knocking the big man down on his ass!

JH: Willow sending the big man Kiyoshi Nakahata down to the canvas with an exploding spinning wheel kick!

CL: Matt Impact isn’t going to play nice this time around, he just laid Panther out with vicious rights and lefts. That’s what I call fully fuuuucking sick!

CM: He looks determined in this match, he might win his first match tonight since the merge!

Panther is using the ropes to pull herself up and Matt comes charging and he clotheslines her into the turnbuckle breaking her down. She hangs onto the ropes and Matt simply clotheslines her out of the ring and she tries to hang on, but with one final kick Matt sends her to oblivion!

[align=center]PANTHER ELIMINATED![/align]
Matt turns around with a sadistic grin across his face as he looks at Kiyoshi and Willow who are exchanging rights and lefts amongst each other. He contemplates on who he should attack and moves forward with a double clothesline taking both opponents down to the canvas.

JH: And the first elimination of the match is Panther at the hands of Matt Impact, he plowed right through her!

CM: That match just barely started and Panther already became victim to Matt’s aggression.

CL: He is the epiphany of what should be happening inside of the ring.

CM: Yeah whatever that supposed to fucking mean.

Willow clutches her neck in pain as Matt grabs her by the blonde hair and raises her up to her feet and whips her into the turnbuckle. He charges at her looking for a clothesline, but she counters the move and gives him a vicious elbow to the mouth knocking the bad taste from it.

JH: Willow with an elbow to the mouth!

CM: Did you see that spit flying from his mouth, great distance huh?!

CL: I bet you would like to measure the distance by the height and speed, maybe come up with you own equation.

CM: Huh?!

Kiyoshi pulls himself up to his feet and as Matt Impact turns around from the elbow Kiyoshi lifts Impact right off the ground with a quick powerslam onto the canvas. Kiyoshi gets up to his feet and lifts Matt once again and Kiyoshi drives a knee into the sternum and Impact clutches his midsection falling down to his knees.

JH: Impact seems to have found his match, I can see the final two being Kiyoshi and Impact.

CL: That would be a sick finale to the match.

Kiyoshi stands over Matt and Willow comes running and she jumps on the back of Kiyoshi, he tries to wiggle her off of him, but there is no such luck as she hangs on. He swings her from side to side and Willow is able to wrap her legs around the head of Kiyoshi and she takes the big man down with a modified headscissors takedown.

JH: Willow jumped on the back of Kiyoshi!

CM: She is like a slug you can’t get off your skin.

JH: She swung around from behind him and was able to execute a nicely modified headscissors takedown.

Kiyoshi rolls out of the ring and Matt Impact is up on his feet this time as Willow keeps low watching every move that he makes. Willow charges at Impact and she baseball slides under Impact’s legs and he tries to grab her, but no luck. She jumps up and grabs Matt by the back of the neck and she delivers a diving reverse DDT on the big man.

CL: That damn grease monkey running and sliding all around the damn ring!

CM: She kind of tricked Impact.

JH: She sure did and then laid him out with a reverse diving DDT, did you see how high she had to jump to execute the move.

Willow is quickly back up to her feet circling Matt Impact as he takes a longer time making it to his feet. Once he is standing tall, Willow charges over at him for a flying lariat, but Impact catches the blonde bombshell in his arms and he executes a fallaway slam and both competitors crash down to the canvas with a huge thud.

JH: Willow was soaring through the air looking for that fly lariat, but Impact was able to catch her in midair!

CM: She can only do so many speedy moves before the wrestlers catch on to her style.

CL: Served her right, I despise the fact that she is actually in the FIW, who in the hell hires monkeys nowadays?

Willow is clutching the side of her abdomen as she pulls herself up to her feet and Impact grabs a hand full of hair as he whips her into the corner turnbuckle. She slams into it and stumbles forward a few feet as Impact comes charging and he plants her in the corner turnbuckle with a hellacious clothesline.

CL: Impact just knocked the air right from the mouth of Willow, beat her to death!

CM: Willow is going to have to reevaluate what she is doing wrong in the ring.

JH: That is the second turnbuckle clothesline from Matt Impact, this might lead into the elimination of Willow, like Panther.

Willow pulls herself back up with the ropes still in the corner and Impact readies himself for another clothesline, but Willow ducks in the nick of time and Impact crashes face first into the turnbuckle. He turns around and Willow drives a vicious knee to the sternum. Impact drops down to one knee and Willow continues you the assault with another knee, then another knee, and to top it off she lands a knee into the face of Impact who falls on his back.

JH: And that quickly the match turns around as Willow is able to defy her fate of almost falling to Impact’s tactics of elimination.

CM: What the fuck are you trying to say?

CL: He talks like he has cotton in his damn mouth.

Willow begins to slow down as she turns around and standing in the ring is Kiyoshi who has miraculously returned from a headscissors takedown. Willow rolls her eyes forgetting about her other opponent and she ducks his clothesline attempt and kicks him in the back of the knee dropping the big Asian down to one knee, she then wraps her arm around his neck and plants him with a DDT.

JH: Kiyoshi seems to be back in the ring.

CM: I thought he was fucking eliminated.

CL: He rolled out of the ring and didn’t go out by over the top rope so he still is apart of the match regardless.

Kiyoshi lifts his torso up and Willow takes the time to lunge off of the turnbuckle with a dropkick to the face of Kiyoshi laying him out. Kiyoshi cradles his mouth with his hands as he checks for blood and in fact he does have a busted lip. He wipes the blood on his forearm as he gets up and meets Willow face to face in the middle of the ring, he grabs her by the neck and raises her up off of the floor and slams her down on the canvas with a huge thud.

CL: FUUUUCKING BLOOOD!!!!!

CM: Willow came off of the turnbuckle with a dropkick and she busted Kiyoshi’s lip!

JH: She is juggling between Kiyoshi and Matt Impact, this isn’t going to end in her favor it seems as she has double work to do.

Kiyoshi turns around and Impact charges at him with a knee strike to the face knocking his opponent down to the canvas. he then turns around and he begins to stalk Willow as she pulls herself up with the aid of the ropes. She charges at him and Impact lifts her up for a flapjack, but she kicks him in the chest with a dropkick and both crash to the canvas.

JH: Kiyoshi once again out of the picture as Impact slams his knee right into his face.

CM: I wouldn’t second guess Kiyoshi he can be playing it safe until he has only one person in the ring left with him.

CL: Its called logics.

Matt gets up to his feet and he charges over at Willow as she makes it to her feet and he blasts her with a right before sending her to the ropes with an irish whip. Impact charges behind her and he clotheslines the blonde over the ropes, but she is managed to hold on and Kiyoshi comes from behind and slams an elbow drop on Willow aiding Impact with the elimination.

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CM: Kiyoshi just helped Impact eliminate Willow that strikes as an odd alliance.

JH: And now in the ring Impact is left to face Kiyoshi, this is going to be a blockbuster of an ending.

CL: Alright now boys look at what real wrestling is all about.

Impact and Kiyoshi stand in the middle of the ring and they begin duking it out with left and rights against each other. Impact takes the lead with a chop to he chest, but Kiyoshi fights back with a slap across the chest that sends the crowd exploding.

CL: These men aren’t going to stop until one backs down!

CM: I bet it is going to be Kiyoshi.

Matt stumbles backwards after the hard slap to the chest, but he doesn’t hesitate as he comes back with a knee to the sternum that sends Kiyoshi flipping head over heels. Impact grabs Kiyoshi up to his feet and he whips him into the ropes and on the rebound Matt delivers a short arm clothesline nearly beheading his opponent.

JH: These men are ruthless, did you see Kiyoshi flip over Impact’s knee!

CL: FOR THE LOVE OF SPEAKER WIRES!!!

CM: Yeah, there is a bunch of wires hooked up to our headset Constance.

Kiyoshi pulls himself together and gets up to his feet as Impact flexes a bit and eggs Kiyoshi to run towards him and he does only to be taken down with a spinebuster! Impact gets up roaring with aggression as Kiyoshi lifts his back off of the mat in agony and Matt lands an elbow on the chest.

JH: Impact seems fired up, he is ripping Kiyoshi to shreds in the match, did you see the elevation of that spinebuster?!

CM: That was simply SPINE-SHATTERING~!

CL: This is what it is all about boys, I think your eyes are virgins to these kind of heat.

Kiyoshi chokes a bit from the elbow drop as he gets up to his feet and Impact eyes him for the right moment to strike and he goes for a scoop slam, but Kiyoshi kicks his hand out of the way and Kiyoshi lifts Impact into the air holding him for a lengthy time before crashing down to the canvas with a vicious brainbuster.

JH: And now it seems that Kiyoshi has reversed the match around, he was able to lift Impact in the air for a vertical brainbuster!

CL: I cringed every second Impact was held in the air!

CM: Exploding!

Impact crawls to the corner and he is able to pull himself up to his feet as referee Kelly checks on him and Impact just pushes him away as he charges towards Kiyoshi who ducks his clothesline attempt. Kiyoshi stands behind Impact and wraps his arm around his neck and locks him into the sleeper hold, a move we haven’t seen in ages!

CM: A Sleeper hold?

JH: I don’t understand the use of the sleeper hold in such a match, but it might break Impact down.

CL: It’s a smart move on Kiyoshi’s end, this can aid him into the victory that he needs to impress Tier.

Impact tries to find a way out of the sleeper hold, but Kiyoshi has it in locked and Impact begins to drift off into cloud nine as referee Kelly begins count for no apparent reason. Impact becomes drowsy as he drops down to one knee and Kiyoshi has a grin on his face from ear to ear because he is only gaining an advantage over his comatose opponent.

CL: This isn’t looking to good for Impact…

JH: Isn’t this kind of dangerous to hold such a move on a wrestler, it can black him completely out if I’m correct.

CM: Kiyoshi was smart the way he stood out of the ring earlier in the match, gave him time to calculate what he needed to take out his biggest competition in the ring, Impact.

Kiyoshi finally release the move and Impact just drops down to the canvas losing every bit of his stamina, almost like his life has been sucked right out of him. Kiyoshi grabs Impact by the head and he raises him to his feet and whips him into the buckle and Impact crashes down face first, he falls back spitting blood almost dazed.

CL: THERE IS BLOOD, FUCK IT, THIS IS GOING TO BE THE MATCH OF THE NIGHT WITHOUT A DOUBT!

JH: GOOOOD WIIILL HUUUUNTING!!!

CM: Did you watch that movie last night on TBS?

JH: Yeah.

CM: I caught also!

Impact lies in the ring with blood all over his face as his eyes are rolling in the back of his head as he is sleeping and Kiyoshi grabs him by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. Impact stands up groggy and Kiyoshi places his head between his legs looking for a powerbomb, but Impact is able to power out and he shoulder back tosses Kiyoshi half way across the ring!

JH: Looks like Matt is fighting the drowsiness and he was able to sending Kiyoshi across the ring with ease.

CM: Its going to take much more than that.

Kiyoshi jumps up to his feet as Impact charges and he blasts him with a clothesline, but Kiyoshi only stumbles backwards as Impact is still suffering from grogginess. Kiyoshi is able to turn the match around and he kicks Impact in the midsection causing him to double over. Kiyoshi locks his arms around Impact’s neck and slams him over head with a sambo suplex!!!

CL: Kiyoshi with the Sambo Suplex!!!

JH: This can be the end of the match…

Impact crawls slowly as he breathes heavily and Kiyoshi grabs him by the arm and lifts him up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Impact holds himself on the ropes and Kiyoshi comes charging for a clothesline, but Impact ducks and lifts the Kiyoshi into the air over the top rope and Daisuke is there to aid his associate from touching the floor and Impact falls to his knees in the ring thinking he actually won the match!

JH: IMPACT WON!!!

CM: Wrong, Daisuke stopped Kiyoshi from touching the ground, he is still in the match.

Kiyoshi pulls himself into the ring and he grabs Impact by the arm and he whips him into the ropes once again and follows up with a clothesline, but Impact is able to hold onto the ropes. Daisuke grabs a chair nearby and he blasts Impact over the back! Kiyoshi pulls the referee away in time from being disqualified as Impact crash down to the concrete outside. Referee Kelly fights the grip off of Kiyoshi as he calls for the bell.

[align=center]MATT IMPACT ELIMINATED[/align]
JH: Daisuke with a chair to the back of Impact costing him the match!!!!

Daisuke is able to hide the chair as referee Kelly raises Kiyoshi’s arm in the air granting him the victory of the over the top rope two feet on the floor match. Kiyoshi looks down as Impact rolls around on the concrete holding his lower back in agony.

MA: AND YOUR WINNER…KIIIIIYYYOSHIIII NAAAAAKAAAHAAATAAA!!!

CM: I didn’t think that Kiyoshi was going to cheat his way to the victory.

CL: He didn't. I think you'll find it was Daisuke doing the cheating.

CM: Oh, well, that makes a WORLD of difference.

The camera cuts backstage immediately to the quite familiar facial features and black orbs that make up FIW’s owner’s face, Tier. Slowly it pulls out to reveal the God of Violence sitting in his office that is only lit by a few candles. Like a faithful watch dog, the man formally known as the skull cowboy towers behind Tier’s comfortable leather chair. His void like eyes not staring at the nice desk Tier is, rather at the man standing on the other side of the desk, another masked entity.

This one being not a deity but a savior of Straight Edge, with his face covered by leather bound mask. But his still visible hazel eyes stare from behind it at the owner who currently seems to be thinking some thing over. Given all three man’s expressions or lack there of and body language, it would appear the camera’s cut into the middle of a conversation. Perhaps in a sign of impatience starting to rear it’s head, Onikage folds his arms over his chest.


Onikage: Well?

Upon uttering this single word, Tier’s attention is drawn to the employee in front of him, his features showing still a hint of confliction on whatever it is they are speaking about. After a few moments his dark orbs shift within their sockets until they are staring directly into Onikage’s, he nods his head slightly with reluctance.

Tier: I'm not entirely sure I like what you're up to, but very well. You'll have your match next week.

Whatever this request is brings a genuine smile to Onikage’s lips behind his mask as he turns around to face the door.

Onikage: Thank you, I am appreciative of this.

He starts to head towards the door way when Tier blinks lightly and clears his throat.

Tier: Wait. There's a catch.

Isn't there always? Though it is subtle, a slight twitch spreads through out Onikage's body and his muscles tense for an instant before he turns around. A look of annoyance already overriding the smile that was on his lips not even a few seconds ago.

Onikage: Which is?

Gently the God leans back in his chair, sighing a sigh of relaxation and relief, his hands inter clasping in front of him as his elbows rest on his knees.

Tier: This is quite the favor you've asked of me, Onikage. You've done miserably little for me in the past. I think you should prove yourself to me to make sure my efforts are worthwhile for your little...

His black hole like eyes trail from Onikage and down onto his desk, to a folder that seems to hold some kind of paper work.

Tier: gamble.

In an instant his orbs dart back upward at Onikage whose features still hold signs of annoyance behind his mask.

Tier: I suggest you begin preparing for your match tonight.

Rather than anger or further annoyance, curiosity seems to creep over the sXe Savior’s looks and he looks over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow at the Deity.

Onikage: Against whom?

Tier looks about ready to answer Onikage’s million dollar question when the gigantic frame behind him takes a step forward, standing beside his chair.

Lazaro: Me.

His eyes run up and down the head of security a few times as he speaks.

Onikage: You?

The smile grows even wider on Tier’s face as he continues to look directly at Onikage.

Tier: Lazaro's been a bit hungry to punish someone. Can't cage the beast for too long. I'm sure you understand.

FIW’s masked oddity looks over the undead monster a few more times as his mind seems to be processing what the deal he has been handed is. After a few silent moments he looks back over at the head huncho and his expression is one lacking quite a bit of emotion.

Onikage: Very well, I’ll pay this price and face the Hand of God in exchange for you keeping up your end.

Tier: The Word of God is faultless. I have no interest in revoking my end of the bargain. Your match will be before the tag contest tonight. Pray Vinj takes his time with Dragon.

Despite his eyes looking completely black, they seem to narrow ever so slightly as they lock onto Onikage and he speaks in a more stern tone.

Tier: Use those precious seconds wisely.

A slight scoff comes out from Onikage’s throat as he turns his back again on the two and heads towards the door while Tier looks on a bit smugly as the camera cuts else where…

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The sound of glass on the door of Smarty Smark's office pats out the tune to "shave and a haircut" punctuated by the glass smashing. Suddenly the locker door swings open and the plump head of the manager of the superstars sticks his head out, looking around to see the source of the glass music. His beady eyes behind his glasses trail downward to what appears to be a broken beer bottle on the floor in front of him. In a true Three Stooges fashion PBM's head pops out from behind the door way below Smarty's and looks around too.

PBM: What's going on?

Smarty Smark: You have eyes, use them noob.

PBM: ...

Smarty Smark: Oh...right, heh, the bag. Well it sounds like annoying music and beer bottles, plus an odd stench. So I think it's Graver...

PBM: Yeah, what the Hell is that smell any ways? It smells like he took a shit of dead rats that had feasted upon old moldy cheese, then proceeded to roll around in said shit of moldy cheese eating rats, then didn't change his clothes or shower for weeks, AND THEN let a pile of horny and angered skunks fall on top of him.

Graver extends his finger under the bag.

Graver: Get a good whiff, asshole. That's your mom.

He laughs as he withdraws his hand, pulling a cold one out of its six-pack and downing most of the liquid. His nose mask is gone now, but his face is still showing signs of swelling and bruises. His glasses hide most of it, however.

Graver: I'm here to talk business, you fucks. We gonna do this out here in the hall like animals?

PBM: My mother smells much nicer than that I'll have you know...

Smarty Smark looks down at his assistant with an arched eyebrow, before shaking it off and looking back at Graver with a grin. He motions the former Fighting Spirit Champ to enter as he shoves PBM out of the door way.

Smarty Smark: Certainly not Graver, so what does my bestest homie from the big D want? I have already sent Draven's people a memo about getting you a rematch for the strap once you are fit again. Though I haven't heard any thing back, dieties, you know how they are when it comes to getting things done for the honest little man.

Graver moseys into the office, having a look around at Smarty's digs in this week's arena.

Graver: Funny you should mention my Fighting Spirit Championship. Got a question for ya; just where were YOU when I lost it, hmm? Or YOU for that matter, sackface?

He points the neck of his bottle at Paper Bag Man before downing more of the delicious nectar inside.

PBM: It's not a sack, it's a paper bag, how many times do I need to explain that to yo-

Once again Smarty shoves PBM to the side as he walks over to Graver, wrapping one of his big ole flabby arms around the man's shoulders. The duo look by the way Smarty is like the oldest of friends as he pats Graver on the back and back part of the shoulder.

Smarty Smark: Graver, Gravesy, Grave-a-roo, Graver-a-bomb-y, Grave to the R, Graver McAwesome, look, I understand, really, I do. You are upset for losing the belt, heck, I was too at first, but there is always loop holes to get it again buddy. We were busy after that snow white wanna be bitch tried to damn near murder our other client, and we were attending to his medical needs. If we could've been, we would've been there and yes, what Tier did was unjust and unfair to you, robbing you of your awesome belt and handing it to Grimace.

His smirk widens as he waggles a chubby digit of his free hand at Graver.

Smarty Smark: Though don't worry, in a few weeks' time every thing will be back in order within the world, Ninja will send that wicked witch back to Tea Time Land and you'll have that belt back around your waist. So no worries, eh?

Graver nods his head.

Graver: No worries. Right.

He slinks out from under Smarty's arm and moves to admire a poster advertising some game called "Metal Wolf Chaos" wherein a giant mech is depicted annihilating most of America.

Graver: I gotta say, Smarty. I don't think I'm gonna hafta worry about things for a long time.

A look of relief floods over the fat facial features of the manager as he walks over and helps PBM up to his feet.

Smarty Smark: Good to hear it, now let's start up a game of Halo 2 and frag this noob.

PBM: Hey! I've done better than Kenny!

He looks at his masked assistant like he just said some idiotic fact.

Smarty Smark: That isn't saying much...

We see Graver's bruised and beaten face contort into a sick grin as he drains the rest of the alcohol from his bottle.

Graver: Frag the noob. Heh. Sounds like a plan.

Graver wheels around and flings the now-empty bottle against PBM’s bag. An explosion of brown glass and alcohol droplets flashes before the brown paper face of PBM as Graver pulls another bottle from his six pack. He wields it menacingly and sneers at Smarty.

Graver: The ninja? The FUCKING NINJA... is more important than ME!? I'm GRAVER!! I was the GOD-DAMN FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMP! We had a deal, Smark!

The beady eyes grow to the size of basket balls behind Smarty's glasses as PBM drops down to the floor, clutching at his bag. Quickly they dart towards Graver and see another beer bottle in his hand, they dart upward at his expression and back down at the bottle. Slowly he starts to stagger away and start to head towards the door, his eyes glued to Graver as he raises a finger towards his client.

Smarty Smark: N-n-n-now Graver, calm down, think about this rationally for a moment, will ya? Of course Ninja isn't as important as you are, as you said yourself, you're Graver, and you were the Fighting Spirit Champion. However I was not informed at the time of taking Ninja to the hospital you were put in that match, I didn't even know the match took place until it aired live. And I'm possibly you're only ticket to getting that belt back around your waist, so logically, think this over, what do you get out of assaulting me, your bro?

His extended hand motions in a downward manner.

Smarty Smark: So, just, put the beer bottle down and and chug the sucker, not toss it at your friend, your amigo, your buddy, your homie, your dawg and so on.

Graver smiles genuinely, tilting his head to the side.

Graver: You think I'm gonna throw this bottle at you? I wasn't gonna throw it at you.

Graver takes a few still-creepy steps toward Smarty, the smile not leaving his face.

Graver: I'm not gonna hurt you, man! Why would I wanna hurt you? I just wanna bash your brains in. Gonna bash 'em RIGHT the FUCK IN!

Graver swings the bottle and dashes it against the wall as Smarty darts out of the way, moving his girth at an admirable pace.

Smarty Smark: What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you high off of that one sound guy's nasty ass stash again?!

His features turn into a sneer as he stands up against the now closed door, his hand attempting to reach for the handle.

Smarty Smark: Or has your pea sized brain just finally fucking lost what little sanity it had left, Graver?!

The Reject pulls the six pack behind his back and "innocently" steps toward Smarty.

Graver: Me? Crazy? I've just had nothin' to do but sit around and watch old movies lately. Some of the lines are sticking in my head, I dunno.

Graver shrugs, seeming completely calm before sliding another bottle from the six-pack and tossing it into Smarty's big-screen TV. The set pops and fizzles with electric explosiveness, which makes Graver smile.

Graver: Now, I know what you're thinking. "Did he break six bottles or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as I'm so fucking pissed at your tubby ass, and that you've got a damn good chance of meeting the business end of a glass bottle, you've got to ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Graver smiles at his second movie reference before whipping out another bottle and beaning Smarty right in the jewels. He drops like a bouncy ball full of butterscotch pudding, whimpering at his injury as Graver pulls the six-pack out from behind his back, selecting the final bottle before discarding the pack on the floor.

Graver: Oh, hey, check that out. Guess I only used four.

He opens the top on the door frame and sucks some amber down before bending over to spit some in Smarty's face.

Graver: Consider this partnership over, tons o’ fun.

Graver cackles as he makes his exit and we fade back to the ring.

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CM: As Conse would say two “fan huggers” up next.

JH: The returning Vinj vs. Dragon, who has been really quiet since FIW’s rebirth.

CL: All the fans probably kidnapped him… I see a arm fly over I’m gonna mark out…

CM: Well that was very… wrong?

CL: No you two being employed to sit next to me. That’s wrong.

The lights go dim as "Headstrong" by Trapt begins to play throughout the arena, red strobe lights then begin to flash, rotate, and light up the stage and gold pyro begins to shower down to the left and right of The Dragon as he appears on stage. With his head down and standing there for a few second, he then looks up and begins to confidently walk his way down to the ring.

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a hardcore rules match, introducing first from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds and standing at six foot five inches… THE DRAAAAAAAAGON!!!

As The Dragon makes his way to the ring he pauses in front of the stairs and looks out into the crowd before running up the stairs and into the ring. The Dragon then makes his way to the left turnbuckle, climbs up it, and lifts both arms in the air and flexes his chest and arm muscles as he pauses for a few seconds and then climbs back down in anticipation of the beginning of the match.

JH: See, he’s out here, A ok.

CL: Shame, a flying arm would have been a shit load more entertaining.

CM: No, me wrestling…

CL: You get in that ring and I would pay you a million dollars right now.

CM: And get dirty? I think not.

The harrowing laughter of Feel Good Inc.’s intro cackles through the house pa as pastel shaded spotlights dance through the arena. As the bass line rolls through, the lights come to a stand still at the steel doors guarding the entrance to the arena, merging together to form a white light. Vinj blasts out through the closed gate and continues his stride down across the concrete entrance, down the steps and towards the ring.

MA: And his opponent, hailing from Hutt River Province, Australia, weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds and standing at six foot one inch… VIIIIIIIIIIINJ!!!!

The lights continue to apex and follow Vinj’s movements as he shakes his grove thang in peculiar fashion, sort of like a mix between Vince McMahon’s rooster walk and Eddie Guerrero’s (bless his soul) wobbly-standing-epileptic-fit swagger. Once in the ring Vinj perches himself on the turnbuckle like a gargoyle waiting for sunset…

JH: I like that song *stops dancing*

CL: You ever do that again, I’ll snap you in two myself.

JH: I am a good dancer, I thank you not.

CL: And I’m a kind loving gentlemen who loves everything…

CM: Jonathon you can‘t dance for shit.

Michaela stands center of the ring as both come out the corner and begin circling the ring, but Dragon just stands still after a second, Vinj circles him though, as he stands still awaiting the first move. Vinj then out of nowhere goes in for a tie-up which is of course met by a Dragon tie-up, both tussle for a bit before Dragon pushes him off, but Vinj rolls backwards flipping quite accurately back onto his feet, his eyes still dead set on Dragon. Vinj then moves back in for a Tie-up but Dragon catches him off guard with a knee to the gut, causing Vinj to double over, then being Irish whipped into the ropes, but on his return, slides under Dragon’s leg’s driving a elbow into his shin, making him drop to a knee.

JH: Vinj has become a lot quicker since his last run in FIW.

CM: You mean he actually runs now?

JH: He did before.

CM: Yeah but you lazy trash down people were always fat and useless.

CL: Look in the mirror tubby, least Vinj can see his cock.

CM: HOW DARE YOU?! I am…

CL: Boring, shut up now.

Vinj stands up and then grabs Dragon in a headlock, standing down on the kneeling leg, Dragon not sure how to get out of it swings his right arm into Vinj’s gut, Vinj releases as Dragon climbs to his feet and turns to attack, but is caught off guard as Vinj drives a foot down on his toe, making him clutch down for his toe, as he does Vinj places his head between his legs and jumps down hitting him down with a stump puller, Dragon drops down holding his neck as Vinj then backs off contemplating his next action. Dragon rubs his neck and slowly stands as Vinj goes to the ropes, coming back looking for a Running DDT, but Dragon uses his power and stops the motion, then lifting him up into a fallaway slam, he then DRIVES Vinj down onto his knee with a gut buster.

JH: Gut buster there.

CL: I know what the move’s called, it was crap though, needed a chair on his knee.

JH: Not everyone’s hardcore like you Conse.

CM: Or vulgar.

CL: Because there’s only one Constance Loire, bitches.

Dragon stomps down on Vinj hard before then moving to outside the ring, moving to the time keepers desk, he picks up a chair and lifts it high in the air getting a loud cheer from the crowd…

JH: A chair Conse, happy?

CL: How original, call me when a finger falls off.

Dragon climbs in the ring, chair in hand and then stands up, awaiting Vinj to stand, who at this time is holding his gut in pain, as he stands. Dragon then moves to strike Vinj, but he sees it coming and boots him in the guy, dropping the chair as Vinj then with a quick explosion of energy takes Dragon over with a sambo suplex, driving him down to the canvas as he looks towards the chair himself and picks it up. Vinj himself then turns and places the chair on Dragon’s beck, he then backs up a bit before running and STOMPING down on the chair with a double foot stomp right on Dragon’s spine, Dragon places a hand to his back as Vinj land son his feet, just keeping his footing.

CL: Ok, that was pretty bad ass.

JH: You enjoyed a face’s actions? Wha?!

CM: He has to enjoy something, sitting beside a good looking man like me must be hard.

CL: Chip, nobody is as sexy as me, Jonathon, spine breaking is Awesome-Tacular.

Vinj then pulls the chair off the Dragon and places the chair in the turnbuckle, between the middle and top rope, jamming it in there good and tight, he then climbs the turnbuckle, looking towards Dragon as he stands up clutching his back. Vinj then jumps off the top towards Dragon connecting with a butt to the face, knocking both men to the canvas on there asses, Vinj slides to the turnbuckle as Dragon drops down either wondering what the hell or just taken down.

CM: What the hell do you call that?

CL: Ha! Vinj Just ass raped Dragon.

JH: Butt Bump actually.

CL: We’re not talking about your fantasies.

Vinj then climbs to his feet, moving to Dragon and just kicking him in the head before picking him up to his feet and placing him in the turnbuckle, Vinj then goes to the opposite corner, run and leaps onto Dragon, he then digs his legs in tilting his weight and leaning back to flip him over with a monkey toss, he does and as he lands, Vinj connects with a leg over his throat, Dragon clutches his throat as Vinj then goes for the cover…

CM: Ooo…Ouch.

JH: Yep that’s what it‘s called.

CM: I don’t care do I, he just killed Dragon.

CL: *wakes up* What? Death? Where!

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…NO SHOULDER UP!
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…Dragon keeping his shoulder up sets Vinj up for a instant submission, he grabs the chair quickly, placing it around Dragon’s neck, he then places his knees in his spine and Vinj wrenches back, the angle of Dragon’s neck is just sickening as Vinj keeps wrenching until Michaela feeling the mercy tells him to stop before he kills Dragon, Vinj lets go of the chair and Dragon drops to the canvas looking out cold. Vinj looks toward Dragon who’s trying to gain his breath, he grabs the chair and places it back between the ropes where it was previously placed and then goes back to Dragon, but as he leans down to grab him, Dragon grabs Vinj by the throat and climbs to his feet, he then out of nowhere lifts and DRIVES him down with a chokeslam over his knee, Vinj’s spine bends over Dragon’s knee as he rolls onto his stomach, Dragon collapse’s out of exhaustion.

JH: Out of nowhere Dragon trying for a come back.

CL: That was sick, but hit him with a knife or something! Come on!

JH: Conse the guy’s got his ass kicked, I don’t even know if he’s thinking.

CM: Jonathon shut up, Dragon is perfectly aware.

CL: Every fan hugger doesn’t know what there thinking, he could be different.

Dragon gets up to his feet though, gaining a burst of energy as he stares towards the chair in the turnbuckle, moving Vinj to the turnbuckle across from it, he then attempts to Irish whip Vinj into it, but Vinj stops just by the chair turning to just dodge Dragon’s running spear, he connects with the chair and stumbles backwards, Vinj moves quickly looking to grab him in a full nelson, he then lifts and takes Dragon over, keeping the momentum going he rolls through and with s HUGE burst of energy lets Dragon go in mid air on the second dragon suplex and he flies into the chair in the turnbuckle, his head smashing off it as he lands on the canvas in heap…

JH: Medio-Core JJJJJOKER!!

CL: What the hell, that was two… I… fuck it! Awesome!

JH: Dragon’s out cold, Vinj goes for the cover this time…

CM: Knock some sense into the moron Dragon possibly.

CL: That’ll splay his brain for fuck sake, loved it! LOVED it!

…Vinj indeed makes the cover, hooking the non moving Dragon‘s leg as Michaela drops down o make the pin count…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!
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JH: Vinj wins!

CM: Oh yay! Of yay’s!

CL: I miss NGIW hardcore *sighs*

The bell sounds as Vinj gets to his feet, his arm raised by Michaela as Feel Good Inc. hit’s the PA system, Vinj makes his leave from the ring…

MA: Your winner at a time of six minutes and fifteen seconds… VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNJ!!!!

…Vinj makes his way backstage as the camera watch Dragon slowly stir with the help of Michaela.

CM: Did you hear that? Six minutes fifteen seconds! That and the time it took for Graver to own Smarty Smark is all the time Oni's had to prepare for his match against the monster, the monolith... the monsterlith in Lazaro Marcos!

CL: Be still my shrivelled, black little heart.

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Johnny arrives inside the Traveller's Rest public house in Stranraer, Scotland. His best friend and newest Full Intensity Wrestling sensation Willie McPhee is already sat at their regular table. Johnny picks up a conveniently waiting pint of lager from the bar and offers his thanks to the barmaid.

Johnny: Capitol.

Barmaid: God, it's slack in here.

Johnny: Yeah, business is a bit low.

Barmaid: I wasn't talking about the pub...

Johnny appears confused and heads to sit opposite 'The Highland Warrior'. McPhee looks somewhat distracted and perhaps distressed.

Johnny: What's the matter with you?

Willie: Kate's officially merged wi' th' flat.

McPhee looks as depressed as we've ever seen him.

Johnny: Moved in then.

Willie: Aye. Mah manly abode has bin destroyed. Mah legendary porn collection is in th' skip an' it's bin replaced by fudge.

Johnny: Fudge? HA! It's girl food!

Johnny is laughing loudly, distracting the other customers in the pub. Willie frowns and shakes his head until Johnny stops laughing.

Willie: An' tae top it off ah huvnae had a bit of hauws ur fater fur four days!

Johnny: Big wow!

John fails to see Willie's point.

Willie: 96 HOURS!

Johnny: So? Laura once gave up sex for lent. I learnt the true meaning of palm Sunday...

Willie: Ah teel ye whit lad, ye dornt want tae bee thaur when it blows.

McPhee motions to his groin and Johnny looks sympathetic.

Johnny: You poor deprived child. Can I do anything to help?

Willie: Ew, nae vury much.

Johnny: Ah well. You know, you could become a Monk like the Daly lama or Yoda.

'The Highland Warrior' slips into deep thought mode.

Willie: Imagine if monks reelly existed.

Johnny: They do exist. They make the honey Laura buys.

Willie: Yoo're thinkin' o' bees.

Johnny: And they brew beer and prey.

Willie: Yar, ah coold be a Monk. Spend aw day preyin' an' all night drinkin' beer. Belter. 'Ere dae ye reckon Monks watch porn?

Johnny: Oh yeah, every morning in the foothills of the Himalayas they rise at five for a day of fasting, contemplation and a group wank over Titfest 3000!

Willie: I'll ge' meeself enrolled on the coorse. Anyway, got tae make mah wee announcement.

John rolls his eyes.

Johnny: Every single week, why now?

Willie: I've got fans now! They loorve me it thaur in America!

Johnny: No they don't! They think you're a womaniser and an alcoholic! All they see is you talking about tits and drinking!

Willie: Ah know! Like ah said they loorve me in the guid ol' US!

Willie pushes Johnny back out of screen shot.

Willie: Heids up FIW, there's a lumpy jumper abit! Aam only kidding! It bee me, Willie McPhee frae haur in Scotland. Up haur in the North, we loch a good barnie and we loch to gab abit it afterwards ower a pint. Ah know whit yoo're feelin', wrang an' afraid...so you shoods be! Prepaur yoorselves, Willie's oan his way!


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The camera cuts from the commercial and we’re at a corridor in the United Center, standing there in front of the camera is Elrick, he stares down into his hand looking towards his mobile phone. His face shows emotion, fear almost as he looks down toward the phone, all of a sudden it rings and he jolts, almost dropping it but still just staring towards it before sighing and then answering it.

Elrick: Hello?

Don’t ask me how, cause it’s you know cool and shit, but we hear a female voice, a familiar female voice from Elrick’s past.

???: Hey, I called to check on you.

Elrick smiles, a soft mature smile, but it soon fades away.

Elrick: Megan you didn’t have too…

Megan: When did I stop being babe?

Elrick: Since we split up… remember…

A long pause follows, before Megan’s soft voice breaks it.

Megan: How are things over there? Me and the baby watch you every show you know.

Elrick again smiles; he knows someone at least follows him nowadays.

Elrick: It’s good, I think I’ve made my mark again but time will tell me I suppose, nice to know I have some fans though, thanks… how’s Skye?

Megan: She misses her dad; she keeps repeating Daddy all the time but how can I explain her dad choose to leave us both because he thought the distance would be too hard for us to cope with?

Another pause, you can see as we watch Elrick lean his head back, a tear slowly slides down his right cheek, knowing people see him, he turns his back to the camera, but we can still hear the conversation.

Elrick: It’s just easier this way… I send money over… You two live happily… it’s for the best Megan, she doesn’t need to know her dad’s a wrestler, I’m not embarrassed but I can’t have her seeing me on the TV and me not being there to hold her, you know?

Megan: Then come back, retire, be with us!

Elrick: I can’t ok? I have demons still inside me and I need to sort myself out, you know I do, so why not just leave it like it is, and you think it’s easy over here without you? NO, but I have to make sacrifices and so do you, it’s the best for Skye.

The emotion building in both is almost unbearable to hear, let alone see, Megan’s voice slightly lightens as she is obviously crying, and Elrick himself seems very emotional as he leans against the wall.

Megan: I miss you… You know…

Elrick: I miss you too… but look I really have to go, I’ll send you the money in the next couple of days ok?

Megan: I don’t want the money! I want you! Please comeback!

Elrick: I can’t… bye Megan

Megan: But… I LOVE YO…

Elrick hangs up, he turns and his eyes are red as tears don’t just roll they pound down his cheeks as he drops down to his ass, sliding down against the wall, he sits there crying with his head in his arms, the emotion coming to a climax, the camera then just fades leaving Elrick to mend his wounds, but before we fade he says one lasting sentence…

“I love you Megan… one day you’ll understand…”

He picks himself up, placing the phone in his pocket and wiping his eyes as he makes his leave making sure nobody saw him crying, the camera then cuts back to commentary desk.
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A driving chord from Rammstein's Richard Kruspe-Bernstein begins "Te Quiero Puta". The thundering chords and accompanying Mariachi music don't quite match the lack of light in the arena. Flames suddenly illuminate the form of the skull cowboy onstage. A loud "CAW!" is heard and Nemesio soars down from the rafters to find a perch on the cowboy's left shoulder as the music softens and the flames rise higher, threatening to consume them.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen... making his way to the ring, from Angel Fire, New Mexico... he is the LARGEST MAN in FIW! ... he is... the SKUUUUULLLLLLLL... COOOOOOOOWWWWBOOOOOOOOOOOYYYY!!!

The flames EXPLODE from the stage and disappear suddenly; leaving only the dead stare of the skull cowboy. He stalks to the ring, stepping over the top rope. The skull cowboy whisks off his hat and shrugs out of his coat, hanging them both on his turnbuckle. The raven flies off as the coat leaves cowboy's shoulders, doing a lap about the ring until he finds a resting spot atop the hat, and the cowboy awaits the start of the match.

JH: That guy is ‘uuuuge.

CM: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sad to announce that Hitch has been possessed by Donald Trumph.

CL: That retard stole Vince McMahon’s catch phrase. Crucify him I say. CRUCIFY HIIIM!!!

A soft 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]


The once soft tune is replaced by a guitar playing over the P.A. system as the Ton springs to life with the words that read “Your Straight Edge Savoir”. Slowly the lights shift to a soft and light shade of blue, giving the arena almost a heavenly glow.

[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]


A few darker blue strobe lights scan across the fans in attendance as clouds of smoke appears seemingly out of nowhere and covers every inch of the arena. Suddenly quite a few fans start to jeer as the strobe lights all at once move towards one single area in the crowd.

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


Various clips of Onikage’s matches through out his FIW career show on the big screen. Mean while the row of fans near the exit on the right side of the arena facing the ring start to go crazy as security starts to run up to them. The reason why becomes apparent when a figure steps out from the exit, his long dark hair hiding his face from the cameras and fans.

[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]


Several figures appear behind this man and look some what younger than him as they sport black TNT t-shirts. Whipping his head back the man’s hair flies out of his face and reveals the leather mask all too familiar to the FIW audience. The self-proclaimed Straight Edge Saviour lifts his arms up to above his shoulders and is showered with jeers. Satisfied with the reaction from the crowd Onikage drops his arms and casually walks down the steps of the arena towards the bottom level of the seats, his pupils are right behind him.

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On your knees
Worship me
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Onikage reaches the bottom level and now the fans are right in the masked man’s face, throwing insults his way. The students try to keep the fans at bay while one of them walks ahead of Onikage, creating a path for him. He pauses when at the barricade for a single moment, looking out at the fans one last time before the student who created the path and he hop over the guard rail. The other students aren’t far behind as they shortly hop the guard rail too.

[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
Hand over your will and then you'll see
Now get on your knees and worship me [/align]


MA: Ladies and gentlemen...making his way to the ring, from a place in the deep regions of parts unknown – OOOOOOOOOOOOWWNIKAAAAAAAAAAAAGEEEE!!

To the delight of none of the fans in the entire arena Onikage walks around ringside as his students take a seat on the outside. Swiftly Onikage slides into the ring and rolls right up onto his knees while he unzips his wind breaker and throws it off of himself. Allowing his arms to fall limp against the canvas Onikage stares up at the ceiling of the arena and nods his head to the line “Now get on your knees and worship me”. Once the music fades Onikage pushes himself up to his feet and awaits the match to begin as the lights return to normal.

Ding-Ding-Ding-Ring-A-Ding-A-Ding-Ding

CL: Bell solo!

The two boys get the familiars underway as Onikage circles his prey. The giant before him does next to-nothing except turn in circles as Onikage shuffles around his huge frame. Onikage then makes a dive for Cowboy’s knee, but Cowboy lifts it up and tries to clutch Onikage as he lies on the ground, but Onikage rolls away out of the ring.

JH: How Kailey and Kennedy managed to fight this guy is beyond me.

CM: Speaking of…

Both men seem unaware of a certain ladies presence at the entranceway, though they are made aware as a slow cheer begins to make it’s way around the arena. Distracted, Onikage begins mouthing off random insults and is caught by the scruff of his sideburns and pulled into the ring by the Skull Cowboy!

CM: Oooo, that hurts. You ever tried pulling your side burns? Canes.

As the Skull Cowboy pull Onikage over the ropes he continues to lift him up and SLAMS Onikage through the canvas with a double-handed choke slam!!!

CL: OW!!! Hell, my back even hurt after that one.

CM: Ya know, I think that might just of been…SPINE-SHATTERING!!! AGGGHHH!!!

As Chip continues to orgasm the Skull Cowboy peels Onikage up from the canvas and swings him into the upper left corner. Skullboy then RAMS an elbow into Onikage’s throat, snapping his neck back and causing him to lose his footing and throb on the ground.


JH: GAWD! What a shot.

CL: No joke. Cowboy reaches down…pulls Onikage up by his throat…OH! BUT IS GIVEN A KNEE TO THE FACE FOR HIS TROUBLE!! Gotta love it.

Cowboy reels for a moment and tries to shake away the blue dots out of his vision. Onikage takes no time recovering and takes the big man down with a forearm to the back of Skull-boy’s head. Cowboy stumbles forward a bit but keeps his balance. Onikage wraps his opponent up and tries for a german suplex. Onikage throws Cowboy back-but Cowboy manages to unscrew himself from Oni’s grip before he gets too far in the air. Cowboy backs quickly against the ropes to gain momentum and POLAXES Onikage down with a hip and shoulder to the face!!! NO!!! Oni swivels around just in time, and while facing his opponents back tries for the german suplex again!!!! BUT THEY’RE TOO CLOSE TO THE ROPES AND ONIKAGE SLAMS COWBOY’S HEAD DOWN AGAINST THE THIRD-SECOND AND BOTTOM ROPE BEFORE DRILLING HIM BACK FIRST ONTO THE CANVAS!!!

CM: ARRGH!!

JH: What strength coming out from Onikage! That man is two thirds his size!!

By this time Kailey has been able to inch her way to the ring without either competitor noticing. Onikage takes a moment to catch his breath, clutching his throat as he hunches over. After a moment Skull Cowboy gathers the brains to get up-only to be taken down a peg with a running knee to Cowboy’s face!

JH: You can see Onikage slowly working on Skull Cowboy’s head, readying up that For Whom the Bell Tolls submission of his. Mind you, he’ll need more than a few shots like to get the win.

Onikage drags Skull Cowboy’s head as far as he can from the ropes before wrapping him up and executing a perfect chicken wing sleeper hold.

CM: Farrrhkk. I hope this doesn’t last long.

Cowboy immediately begins seesawing to manoeuvre out of the hold. After a few turns he gets onto his stomach, but Onikage uses a few fists to the back of Cowboy’s head to help him roll the big guy over and re-apply the submission. Cowboy begins grasping for air with his hands – as if it might help the molecules get to his throat – when Kailey comes out of no where and tries to pull Cowboy’s foot a few inches to the ropes…but she can’t. C’mon, she’s 130 pounds or something. She can’t pull over 500 pounds of man meat. That’s ludicrous. Failing to get any distance, Kailey looks around for something. Upon finding a fan in possession of peanuts, she politely approaches them and looks to ask them for the bag of peanuts. The fan then graciously gives them over to her. Cos she’s hot. She then goes around towards Onikage and starts PELTING them at him! Onikage ignores her at first, just blinking and turning away until a tiny portion gets into his ear! That shit is UNCOOL and Onikage furiously gets to his feet, hopping on one leg and banging the opposite side of his head till the peanut smore comes out.

CM: Why is the ref not doing something about this?

That’s a good question. The ref turns towards Kailey and she hides the peanuts with one hand and uses the other to convince the ref of her innocence.

JH: For all the ref knows. Onikage could just be having a mental breakdown. Maybe he’s trying to get those voices out of his head. He is a sociopath, after all.

CL: That just means he’s a loner, and he doesn’t have any social conscience. The voices thing is mostly kindled to bi-polar or psychopathic disorders.

JH: Bah. All those ‘path’s are the same.

Onikage, having given up on convincing the ref of Kailey’s interference turns back to Skull-boy BUT IS GIVEN A RIGHT DINGER OF A RIGHT HAND TO HIS THROAT!!!

CL: Throat-thrustaah! Possibly the coolest move ever.

CM: It’s not as good as a SPINEEEEEEE-BUSTAHH!!!

CL: Everyone who isn’t part of a cookie ingredient shut up.

JH: Haha, burrrrn, Chip.

Onikage wails back, giving Skull Cowboy the prime opportunity to throw Onikage into the air and then PLUMMET HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A HEAD CRUSHING POWERBOMB!!!!

CL: IN THE NAME OF TIER!!! That flapjack was dodgy AS!!!!! He practically piledrove him into the canvas!!!

JH: Ghost RidAHHHHHHHHH!…sorta.

CM: THAT WAS SPINETASTIC!!

A few pockets of the crowd start a ‘holy shit’ chant, but it doesn’t catch on. The monster falls onto Onikage with an elbow to the sternum before making the cover.

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CL: Kick-out!

CM: Man, that was close. Any other man would’ve fallen to that.

Cowboy looks slightly irritated and gives the ref and blank stare for a moment before pulling up the pile of bones that is Onikage.

CL: Man, that boy is OUT.

Skull Cowboy whips Onikage into the corner, following closely behind and sandwiches him between the turnbuckle padding and his huge three-hundred and fifty pound frame. Skull Cowboy then hangs Onikage on the turnbuckle and exits the ring with Onikage’s head in close proximity. Meanwhile, Kailey has strategically placed a chair on the other side of the ring. Kailey makes her self scarce as the Logan Black turns around and spots the chair. As he approaches Kailey speedily enters the ring and pulls Onikage off the turnbuckle and away from Skull Cowboy. She exits as soon as she enters, being chased by a severely confused Cowboy.

JH: What’s going on? Kailey just helped Cowboy before, didn’t she?

CM: I know, it’s hard to comprehend Hitch. Why don’t you leave the heavy thinking for us, ay?

CL: Who said you could talk? Shutup before I get Cold Soldier to eat you. He’d be mighty pissed if he had to be taken away from his hell duties. Ya know, pissing on the devil and such.

After a full rotation of the ring the ref calls for Cowboy to get into the ring, but as Cowboy slows down to do so he gets a sliding boot injected right into his throat!!!

JH: Onikage with a beautifully executed sliding dropkick.

The brute falls back against the chain-link fence. He puts his hand to his throat and tries to rearrange the cartilage around his trachea BEFORE BEING SPEAR TACKLED AGAINST THE FENCE BY ONIKAGE!!!!

JH: WOW! Onikage was like a torpedo through the ropes!!

Both men lay flat against the canvas as Logan starts the count…

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Onikage starts to move, turning himself onto his back…


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JH: Skull Cowboy really suffering from that sleeper, that throat shot and now this huge spear tackle. All attacks are focused on the respiratory system, which has slowed the big man down.


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Skull Cowboy beings to murmur…


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Onikage gets up and makes his way to the ring, leaving Skull Cowboy behind…


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Skull Cowboy gets up to one knee and takes a moment to get the other one up…


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Skull Cowboy falls against the ring skirt…


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CM: He’s not gonna make it!!!

Kailey then gets into the ring and distracts by tapping on his shoulder. Logan Black shuns her out of the ring, and Kailey being Kailey obliges to the request of the ref.

CL: That was cheap!! Onikage should’ve won!!!

Onikage, unaware of the events that have transpired, picks Skull-boy up to his feet and hooks Cowboy up in a Mexican Stretch buster.

JH: No way. This is impossible…

Onikage wanders for a bit and falls forward onto one knee!!

JH: He can’t do it!

Onikage clenches every muscle in his body, the veins on the side of his temples just about ready to explode as he bench presses three-hundred and fifty pounds! Onikage then falls back onto his bum and SNAPS Skull Cowboy’s neck against his shoulder!!!

CL: HOLY HALO 2!!! HE DID IT!

Cowboy limps on the ground as Onikage slowly gets to his feet and lifts Cowboy in a camel clutch position, LOCKING IN A SLEEPER AND A MANDIBLE CLAW!!!!

JH: There it is!! For Whom the Bell Tolls

CL: But what the hell?!! SKULL COWBOY IS REVELLING IN PAIN!!!!

Skull Cowboy’s eyes glisten with life as he pulls himself forward and out of the camel clutch position.

JH: What upper-body strength!!!

Skull Cowboy turns onto his back, consequently pinning Onikage against the mat while he has the sleeper and mandible claw in place!!!!!

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CL: YES!! HE’S GOT IT!!!

JH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Kick out!!

Onikage releases the mandible claw and uses one shoulder to pull himself off the mat! Onikage then re-apply’s both arms to force the sleeper on Skull Cowboy!

JH: Skull Cowboy has got to be running out of breath by now.

But Hitchen is wrong!! Dead-wrong as Skull Bow lifts both himself and Onikage up to a standing position!!

CL: HOLY HAITI!!! How does someone get up from that position!! AND WITH A two-hundred and fifty pound bag of flesh on their back!!!

Skull boy stumbles towards a turnbuckle and begins to climb…

CM: You’re joking me…he’s not gonna…no way…

Skull boy slowly makes it to the second…then to the THIRD TURNBUCKLE!!! He balances himself upright to get maximum height…

JH: They’ve gotta be almost twenty FEET HIGH!!

CL: Why don’t you just go find a blow up doll like most normal people? Frakkin’ freak.

Skull Cowboy then becomes dead weight, wether on purpose or without choice, and SLAMS ONIKAGE UNDERNEATH HIM!!!!!! Once again pinned, Logan Black starts the count and the crowd follow with chants which relate to religious faeces.

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CM: YES!

CL: KICKOUT!!!

JH: And Onikage STILL has that sleeper locked in!!!

The ref now begins moving his attention towards the Skull Cowboy, as he lays flaccid over Onikage’s body. He holds his hand up and starts to count…

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Logan lifts Cowboy's hand up again...

2!...


Logan holds Skull Cowboy's hand in the air for a second only for it to...









FALL!!!!

3!!!!!!!


DING-DING!!!

MA: Ladies and gentleman, your winner in a time of thirteen minutes and twelve seconds…OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!

The fans belt out a chorus of boos as the camera focuses on the two dead bodies laying in the middle of the ring. Logan Black pry the two away from each other and holds Onikage’s limp hand in the air.

JH: WHAT A MATCH!

CL: Hell yeah. For a match without blood or weapons, it wasn’t too bad.

CM: Tell me again, why isn’t Skull Cowboy still wrestling? He was awesome.

CL: Allegiances aside, Onikage had to pull out something special to overcome such a monstrous man.

CL: What’s up next?

JH: Dunno, lets find out, shall we?

And we skit to backstage, which, given from the indication from the time displayed on side of the screen, is a pre-recorded segment from before the show where the Deathmatch Bastard… the Hardcore Jesus himself, Toan, is stood next to the new FIW logo which he seems to be shaking his head solemnly at it whilst his arms are crossed across his chest…

Toan: I know in the two years I’ve been in Full Intensity Wrestling, there have been times where I’ve upset a lot of people… I’ve upset the fans, I’ve upset other wrestlers… hell, I’ve even upset the office one time or two.

But… no matter what I did or said to hurt people’s feelings it was all done with the best of intentions.

No matter whether it was The Revolution…
No matter whether it was unsolved personal problems from other organisations…
Or even if from general feelings of discontent about the way I’ve been treated.


He then turns his head towards us, or the cameraman in this case, with a condescending glance…

Toan: …but I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know.

Toan then turns to face the camera fully, uncrossing his arms

Toan: I’ve been threw almost everything FIW has, I stood by them threw thick and thin…

And no matter how many stitches I’d gotten from the night before, no matter how much I felt like shit… I still got up the next morning and wrestled because I had three simple letters to motivate me to get up, drive along the vast maze of highways, wrestle and start the process all over again the next morning… F – I – W.

That is, or at least was, dedicated to this promotion.


Toan pauses for a split second

Toan: But these days, it’s different… I no longer feel the pride of working for this promotion as I once did, I no longer feel the joy I once did stepping threw the curtain ready to kick someone in the face…

These days I only feel hatred, anger and contempt… and it’s sole aim isn’t focused on a single person, it’s not focused on a group of wrestlers, it’s not even focused on the fans…

The focus of all my woes… is the style of Horrorcore wrestling.


Toan looks to one side, inhaling threw his nose and looking to be trying to contain a mass of rage welling up inside of him

Toan: A lot of people may think there isn’t a lot of difference between the philosophy of Hardcore wrestling and the philosophy of Horrorcore than there is difference between the Hardcore style of Big Japan Wrestling and the Ultraviolent style of Combat Zone Wrestling…

But in reality, the differences are monumental.


Toan looks back at us, with an earnest glare

Toan: When I’m told about the style of Hardcore professional wrestling, I don’t think about chairs… I don’t think about tables, barbwire, fluorescent light bulbs… when I think of Hardcore professional wrestling I picture it as a select group of men and women, a unique set of individuals who choose to fight and as a result endure putting themselves threw unimaginable pain.

But it’s not what they were fighting about that I view as being important… it’s how much they were willing to believe in what they were fighting for that made them special in my eyes.

But when I viewed the style of Horrorcore wrestling… I look at it not as a style of wrestling, not as a form of entertaining… but more as a form of humiliation of brushing someone’s teeth with a double-ended dildo.

Perhaps, originally it had passion to fight for a just cause… but when I had that one appearance for NGIW in Texas where I viewed Horrorcore wrestling for the first time, I felt sick to my stomach.


Toan passed an ironic smile towards us all

Toan: Strange, isn’t it? I’m the man who walked barefoot over thumbtacks on his first FIW Pay-Per-View appearance and I’m saying that the NGIW Horrorcore wrestling made me feel like I wanted to vomit.

It was never the vulgar display of violence that disgusted me… it was more the chaotic structure of their programs that bothered me.

The ludicrous matches where sex toys were commonly used as weapons, the degrading punishments for workers who spoke out against the office, the unsafe working environment where injuries were commonplace… and even people died in the ring, with the company using their death as a means of getting publicity and not even giving the families the dignity of letting them rest in peace.

It wasn’t wrestling… it was the brainchild of a individual who should have opened up a fight club instead of a wrestling promotion, or at the most, downed at birth in a pool of Drano.

It was a cancer upon professional wrestling… and I’d hoped that one year ago that it would have been eradicated from the face of existence and never to be spoken of again.


Toan once again, pauses to gather his thoughts

Toan: But now that same cancer and sprouted up in FIW of all places, it’s instilled itself like a tumour in this company… and will slowly eat away at it.

Unless, that is, someone stops it…

Which is where I come in. But it’s not a job for just one man… as good as I am, I needed help.

So I enlisted a former NGIW competitor who felt the same distain for the style that degraded her to just a mid-card comedy act and a pseudo-porn star… that would be Momoko.

But even both me and her combined cannot fight this disease on our own…

We need help.


Toan closes his eyes briefly as he looks down, almost reluctant to say what it is he has to say…

Toan: When I first won the Extreme Chaos Championship and embarked on a near seven month reign with the title I knew at that moment, that wrestling was real and I thought in the words of the late Michael Hegstrand… “What a rush.”

I knew at that moment that I would have to set about giving some merit back to the title that it once had…

And for someone to call themselves Hardcore these days may be in vogue but I made my reign and everyone of my matches mean something that would cement not me but the Extreme Chaos Championship as being the top belt when it comes to that particular style.

It didn’t matter if it was a straight-up slug-fest, it didn’t matter if it was garbage cans and cookie sheets, it didn’t matter if the barbwire was brought out or we added thumbtacks to the equation… the fact of the matter is, I gave that title a new face.

My face became the face of a man who would sink to the depths of Hell and fight his way threw Lucifer’s minions to be able to see the light of day once again… I became the face to see when it came to Hardcore professional wrestling… I did NOT become the face to see brushing someone’s teeth with a double-ended dildo.


Toan sighs as he gathers his nerve to say what it is he has to say…

Toan: With an organisation as big as FIW and an infection as large as Horrorcore has become here, without support from people who feel the same as we do… the efforts of both me and Momoko will amount to nothing.

I know there are wrestlers in the locker room or wrestlers outside of this promotion who look at Horrorcore as a disgrace to the sport, I know there are wrestlers who want to destroy it just as much as I do…

If any of you are watching this either in the back or at home… I’m asking you to make yourselves known, make yourselves visible to me… show me that you actually care about the direction where your livelihood will go.

Horrorcore will only lead to the death of professional wrestling in the United States, I assure you… do you really want to support a style that will only lead you to the unemployment line?

You don’t have to like me… you don’t have to respect me… all I ask of you is that you support me, all I ask of you is that you support Hardcore-

No, strike that… all I ask is that you support the art, the business and the sport of professional wrestling… and not be the one who supports brushing people’s teeth with a double-ended dildo.

You may think that Tradition, that Hardcore, that Sports Entertainment if you may… is outdated, it’s ideas are draconian, that it will never work in this era…

But I promise you, whatever your opinions and preferences for professional wrestling are you yourself can make Tradition, can make Hardcore and can even make Sports Entertainment something new.

You can make it into whatever you so please it be so you can feed yourself and the coming generations of wrestlers for years to come… and not let it shape into brushing people’s teeth with a double-ended dildo.


Toan pauses for one final time…

Toan: Your actions will decide the fate of our sport, my friends… make your decision wisely.

Toan then walks off the scene and we skit back to the ring...

JH: Up next we are seeing a tag team rematch from two weeks ago that should be quite interesting.

CL: Technically, it’s not a rematch since the stipulations are different than they were the first time around.

CM: Ha, Bitchen got owned.

JH: Yes, well, I certainly pity Toan and Momoko, these rules don’t favor the duo much.

CM: Shows how little you actually pay attention, while Momoko isn’t the greatest technical wrestler to ever live, Toan can hold his own when it comes to wrestling ability.

CL: They can both blow me for all I care, stupid little English bastard and stupid little Japanese bitch, trying to soil the name of Horrorcore.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen we are ready to begin the next scheduled non-title match on this edition of ReVolt, it is set for one fall to a finish and with a fifthteen minute time limit.


CM: A crying shame that it isn’t for the belts too, a crying shame.

CL: Why? We can just wait a few weeks when the big five team match happens for Toan and Momoko to get murdered.

JH: I don’t think that’s what he was trying to impl-

CL: Shut up before I make you sell a baseball bat shot to the nuts.

CM: Viva la Club Kamikaze!

JH: It’s like being the only sane person in a asylum.


The arena goes pitch black as the sinister Hellraiser quote by Pinhead is heard around the arena…

[align=center]“Your suffering will be legendary… even in Hell!”[/align]

The theme from Blade II plays as strobe lighting flashes around the arena and Club Kamikaze consisting of the Hardcore Jesus, Toan and his protégé, Momoko Wakari come threw the curtain…

Toan walks down the aisle berating with fans calling them every four letter word under the sun at them as Momoko saunters down behind him with her staple gun and sickle attached by a chain around her neck and her Stop Sign in hand.

Toan climbs into the ring and ascends to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle to throw further insults at the fans in attendance, particularly the ones with wrestling T-shirts he hates.

Momoko at that point climbs in the ring herself and places her toys in their team’s designated corner before awaiting for her mentor to stop jaw-jacking with the fans to get off the turnbuckle and stand in their corner.


CL: Here they are, Twiddle Fuck Wit and Twiddle Dim Wit.

JH: While I’m not a fan of Hardcore or Horrorcore, I must admit that Toan’s and Momoko’s tactics have been questionable.

CM: That may be true, but they’ve been successful too, let’s just hope a small army of flower pedals don’t start falling from the sky this time.


MA: And introducing first the team of Toan and Momoko Wakari…They weigh in at a combined weight of three hundred and fifty pounds…THEY! ARE! CLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUB KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIKAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZE~!!!


JH: It would be quite the momentum builder if Club Kamikaze managed to pick up not only a singles win, but a tag win over the tag champions leading into Hellraise.

CM: Well, if you look at it logically, Momoko beat Kailey, and Momoko is inferior to Toan, so Toan is better than Kailey, and we all know JJ isn’t on level with any of the three, so yeah, very likely.

CL: And yet, I seem to recall things occurring differently in that other tag match between the four of them, hmmm, curious, is it Chip is a fucking dumb ass or reality itself hated that match so much it altered our memories of it?


"Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey and JJ stride towards the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd as she moves to her corner as JJ slides under the bottom rope and scurries over to their corner as well.

CM: Dead woman and dead man walking.

JH: Oh will you stop.

CL: Yeah, honestly, stop, you are just setting your hopes up too high on a couple of hack jobbers.


MA: And introducing the reigning FIW Tag Team Champions of the World…They weigh in at a combined weight of three hundred and five pounds…THEY! ARE! JAAAAAAAYYY JAAAAAY AND! KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEY LLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNE~!!!


JH: While I wouldn’t call Toan and Momoko hack jobbe-

CL: I would.

CM: Of course you would, you are a guy who likes to have matches that involve strapping some one to a cross or barbed wire dildos or exploding mud pies, not actual wrestling.


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


Upon the sound of the bell Kailey Lane and Momoko start out the match, circling the ring at a jog pace as JJ and Toan exit the ring and stand outside on the apron, Toan already yelling instructions out in broken Japanese to Momoko, the southern belle looks towards her other opponent, not expecting such an odd action, and it is then that Momoko strikes. Quickly the little Japanese girl wails on Kailey, throwing punches as fast and as hard, not to mention as sloppily, as she can, sending her fellow female wrestler staggering backwards and without fail, she ends up against the ropes, the official quickly hops into action and tells Momoko to let Kailey get out of them. But despite this request the little firecracker continues to pound on Kailey, bringing a count out from the referee, at the brink of five she steps away and gives Lane breathing room, though after only taking one step away Wakari quickly throws a jab right to Kailey’s gut, knocking the wind out of her. With a satisfied grin she grabs a handful of Kailey’s hair and yanks the tag team champion out of the corner, pulling her along until she chucks her across the ring, sending Lane spinning in mid-air before she face plants down onto the canvas, all the while JJ yelling at the referee to do some thing as Toan applauds his partner.

CL: Didn’t take the little traitor took long to start showing the fucking tactics that slimy limey showed her.

CM: Who are you even rooting for in this match, any ways? You don’t seem to like either team.

CL: I’m not rooting for either, I just want violence that hopefully leads to blood.

JH: The referee needs to get a better handle on Momoko before her cheap tactics go into overdrive.

CM: Cheap?! Cheap?!?! I’ll have you know there is nothing cheap about their tactics; heck, stuff like metal spikes and that powder stuff are expensive in this day and age.

JH: That’s not quite what I meant…

Mockingly she gives Kailey’s ribs a swift kick, sending the southern gal groaning and rolling over onto her back as she clutches at her ribs, the Japanese battle axe looks over her shoulder at JJ as she places her boot on Kailey’s throat, choking the life out of her, in a heart beat JJ flips over the top rope and goes to charge right at Momoko, but of course the referee stops him. Looking to put this match away early, Toan snatches a ringside chair and hops under the top rope and into the ring, as quietly as he can folding the steel chair and setting it down as the FIW official tries to calm JJ down, ignoring his warnings as Toan commands Momoko to bring Kailey to her feet. With a hint of effort the deathmatch bitch gets Kailey up to her feet and throws her slumping body into the welcoming arms on the deathmatch bastard, Toan locks in a front face lock and Momoko walks over, hooking a front face lock in as well on Lane. The fans jeer wildly as the duo grab a handful of her pants on each side, they go to lift her up but nothing happens, she stays planted where she is, Toan snarls and they try again, but nothing, suddenly both Momoko and him go wide eyed as Kailey stands up, tossing the two over her head with a modified northern lights bomb for both of them as they end up spiked on their heads!

CM: Damn it! They were so close to hitting the Final Solution 2.0!

JH: And thank the lord they didn’t! Kailey just saved herself from possibly having her career ended early!

CL: Ha, they are so hacktastic they can’t even do their own finisher without fucking up and letting the babyface get a comeback.

CM: Babyface? Huh?

JH: Ignore him Chip and folks at home, he is still new to this whole thing.

CL: Fuck kayfabe, and you can quote me on that one, fuckers.

The Truth finally gets JJ to go back to the outside, and turns around just in time to miss Toan rolling out of the ring, The Truth’s eyes widen when he notices the steel chair in the ring and quickly sweeps it out under the bottom rope before any one can use it, he dusts his hands off in a job well done as Kailey and Momoko start to get to their feet. Momoko clutches at the back of her neck as she strings together a sentence of what sounds like curses in Japanese, not even noticing Kailey barreling towards her from behind, the tag champ wraps her arm around Momoko’s neck as she runs beside her and leaps into the air. With a thud the female from Japan hits the mat face first from a bulldog by Kailey, Lane rolls right up to her feet and races towards the ropes, springing off of them and rushing back towards her opponent’s fallen body, she leaps into the air and brings her leg down across the back of Wakari’s neck with a running leg drop!

JH: That bulldog and leg drop combo further is working over that neck of Momoko’s Kailey has seemingly hurt with the northern lights bomb.

CL: Yeah, because unlike her opponent, Kailey actually uses *gasp* fucking logic!

CM: Aw come on Momoko, get up! Make your boss proud and get up and ruin that pretty face of hers’!

CL: As much as I loath Momoko, I’d mark if she fucked up Kailey’s face.

CM: You’d only do it because it might produce blood, poser.

JH: Am I going to have to assign time out corners for you two?

Perhaps out of instinct, Momoko rolls away from Kailey, not stopping until she reaches the ropes, groping and grabbing a hold of any thing that remotely feels like them, she slowly starts to pull her body back up to a vertical base as Kailey gets up to her own, she marches over and grabs Momoko by her hair, bringing her over to her corner. To a few screams from the female population in attendance Kailey tags in JJ, who hops over the top rope and takes Momoko off of Kailey’s hands as she exits the ring, he grabs a hold of the smaller wrestler’s wrist and whips her across the ring or at least that was the plan, instead in mid-swing she reverses it, sending him flying across the ring. He hits the corner chest first and as he stumbles back he is greeted by a forearm from Toan, which gets the Truth on his case and starts scolding him as Momoko charges across the ring, leaping into the air and sandwiching JJ between herself and the turnbuckle, and drops down to her feet, keeping him in her team’s corner. While the referee continues to argue with Toan, Momoko throws a few quick closed fists to the back of JJ’s head, and proceeds to opt to start slamming it across the top buckle, Truth trying to address it, but every time he attempts to, Toan gets back in his face, mean while several fans in the first few front rows jeer on heavier than the rest of the arena. Suddenly a figure hops over the guard rail and before any one realizes what’s going on, has made it up onto the steel steps and has a rag over Kailey’s mouth, at first she attempts to scream out but they are muffled though she quickly loses strength and oddly passes out, allowing Onikage to take her off of the apron, slinging her over his shoulder and hopping back over the guard rail, racing through the crowd!

CL: What the hell just happened?!

JH: Onikage just used what looked like chloroform! He just abducted Kailey Lane from this match!

CM: Hey, that’s good news for Club Kamikaze, looks like for once that masked freak did some thing right!

JH: This is horrible! Where on Earth did that mad man take her?!

CM: Who cares?! Stop trying to ruin my enjoyment of this match!

CL: Seriously, I swear that bastard has it out for me or is trying to make me hate him, all the crap he’s done and now this, making me forced to watch Club Kamihacks actually win.

Toan beams brightly when he notices Kailey’s missing and let’s the Truth do his job, the referee turns around only to figure out what the leader of Club Kamikaze already has, that one of the tag team champions is missing, he looks around in a confused manner as Momoko tags in Toan and the two exchange places, Toan entering the ring while Momoko goes out onto the apron. He brings the younger and dazed man out into the center of the ring, playfully he throws a few open hand slaps, reviving JJ a bit before he nearly beheads him with a lariat, the Jesus Bomber sending him head over heels into the canvas as the female population of fans heavily jeer and boo Toan’s attempts to behead the cute guy he is in the ring with. FIW’s Garbage Zeus looks out at them with disgust and yells out a few not very nice names at the fans of Chi-town, and then places a index finger against the side of his nose, blowing snot down onto the fallen JJ to add insult to injury before he busts out laughing, scooping the smaller limp body up and hooking him in a front face lock before he spikes him down head first with his Amen DDT! All of the fans jeer at him as he mockingly claps and applaud JJ, who is looking about nearly half baked right now, Toan calls for it as Momoko cheers on her master from the apron like some evil midget pink haired psycho cheerleader, he pushes himself up to his feet before he bends over to fish for the his foe. Roughly he grabs a handful of JJ’s hair and yanks him up to his feet, keeping him there for a moment before with his other hand picks up the former student of Onikage right off of his feet, and spiking him down head first with the Razorblade Kiss and keeps a seated position pinfall attempt!

CM: Yes! Yes! Yes!!! Razorblade Kiss!

CL: Such a fucking lame name!

JH: I don’t think JJ is going to be kicking out of this one.


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CL: Damn it! That midget better channel some super yellow and fucking red retard strength and kick out now!

JH: The bigger question is, where in the world has Kailey Lane been taken?!

CM: Ah ha, the Club Kamikaze movement shall reign supreme!


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JH: Between the abduction and all the cheating, there was just no way the tag champs stood a chance.

CM: As it should be.

CL: Fuck you Chip and your gay ass Toan loving ways.


[align=center]3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
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CM: I’d rather be gay ass Toan loving than taking it up the poop shoot by Tier and Wightraven every other night!

CL: No, because unlike Jack Manson, Tier and Wightraven weren’t and aren’t into that kind of shit.

JH: Is this a foreshadowing for Hellraise?! Could we see Club Kamikaze walk out with the tag straps around their waists?!


MA: Here are your winners by pin fall…CLLLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUB KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZE~!!!


The announcement is welcomed by their music starting up and the fans jeering them heavily as Momoko rushes into the ring. She extends a hand and Toan uses it to help himself up as the Truth raises each of their free hands in victory. Club Kamikaze hug one another and start celebrating their victory.
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[align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align]

[align=center]Recorded Earlier in the Week[/align]

And with that lovely message fading out the scene fades into a locker room, various posters and merchandise of Extreme Ninja #2 is scattered about the room. The posters showing several different highlight moments so far in Ninja’s career, including of course him winning the Cruiserweight title. Also the other items include a Extreme Ninja #2 alarm clock, a Extreme Ninja #2 action figure and other such novelty things like En #2 tooth paste. Each of these products sports a small little stamp like logo on them that says “Product of Smarty Smark and Smark Co.”

The only two persons in this room are wearing nearly matching attire, the one sitting on the couch and the other wandering around the locker room. Extreme Ninja #2 looks up from his seated position at his fellow Extreme Ninja, holding up his sign as EN #3 scans the posters.


Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: So why did you come to visit?

He taps the sign with his marker to get Extreme Ninja #3’s attention, the other Ninja looks over his shoulder and scribbles some thing down.

Extreme Ninja #3’s Notepad Reads: Well, though we had been keeping in touch, you weren’t telling me a whole lot that was going on. But the other day I saw that match you had where afterwards that lady came out and assaulted you. So I thought you might need my help and caught a plane from Los Angeles to come here.

Suddenly he turns fully around to face his brother from a different mother and writes some thing down to further add.

Extreme Ninja #3’s Notepad Reads: Why didn’t you tell me that Smarty Smark had tricked you into a contract any ways? I would’ve been here sooner for you if I knew that.

FIW’s Cruiserweight Champion of the World looks to the side and writes some thing down on his sign.

Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: It doesn’t matter right now, though you are one to talk, you didn’t tell me you actually got a record deal and had been selling some of your art work out on the west coast.

EN #3 goes to write some thing down when suddenly the locker room door swings open and Paper Bag Man’s trembling body staggers through the door way backwards, holding Smarty Smark up as he helps him inside. Smarty Smark’s face is covered in dried blood as he throws PBM’s arms away from him, nearly falling over before he catches himself and storms over to EN #2.

Smarty Smark: Ninja! Right now! Get your ass up and come with me, we are going to find Graver!

Ninja looks around in confusion at the two beaten up men now inside his locker room, he starts to write some thing on his sign but Smarty swats the sign out of his hand.

Smarty Smark: No time for that shit! Get up now!

He grabs EN #2 by the back of his robe and roughly tries to pull him up to his feet, Extreme Ninja #3 walks over and grabs Smarty by the shoulder, spinning him around.

Smarty Smark: What the hell is going on, there is two of you?

Extreme Ninja #3’s Notepad Reads: We were in the middle of a discussion, and besides, that is no way to ask for some one’s help.

He sneers lightly at the other Ninja as he pushes up his glasses with his middle finger.

Smarty Smark: Oh yeah? And who died and made you God?

Extreme Ninja #3’s Notepad Reads: If you do not leave now, I’ll make you leave by force.

The beady eyes behind his glasses look over the third Extreme Ninja and then look over his shoulder at the second, and then back at the third.

Smarty Smark: Bah! Whatever, I don’t have time to deal with idiots like you, time is money.

He turns around and glares down at EN #2 as he points at him.

Smarty Smark: You, I’ll deal with later.

And with that Smarty Smark storms out of the locker room, with PBM quickly behind him, leaving the two Ninjas all alone. Before any thing else can happen the camera cuts away…

[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 stage which has been pretty much engulfed in purple smoke. After a few moments which seem like forever to the rabid fans in the audience, the smoke disperses just enough to allow the fans to focus on the hulking form of Nightmare standing tall and defiant in the entryway, the Fighting Spirit Championship clutched in his right fist that is raised high for all to see.

MA: On his way to the ring at this time, from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds and is the FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION... He is "THE PRINCE OF PAIN"... NIGHTMARE!!!!!

[align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!
YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE?
YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!
WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH!
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He lowers the belt, slinging it proudly over his right arm and starts his stride down the stairs and towards the ring, the strap of the belt dangling against his shoulder as he surveys his wildly cheering and generally moshing fans. A proud smile crosses the Prince of Pain's face while he soaks up the reaction, though he keeps his eyes fixed tirelessly on the ring. As he passes by the camera, he stops to doff his coat off his massive shoulders before hauling himself onto the apron and entering the ring. He goes to one corner and raises the belt high once more for the fans to shoot flashbulbs at. He steps down, draping the title in his corner and producing a single white lily from his pocket. He picks off the petals, crushing each one in his hand and scattering them all over his belt and his corner. Once his little 'ritual' is done Nightmare settles into his corner, watching his opponent or the entryway intently as his music fades away.

CM: Christ! If that entrance was any longer I’d have to kill myself.

CL: It’s always worthless sacks of shit that feel the need to make a grand entrance.

JH: Excuse you! Nightmare happens to be our Fighting Spirit Champion. Show some respect.

CL: Why? It wasn’t vote by popular demand. I don’t see you kissing Ragin’s boots for winning the Dual Crown Championship. You still bitch about his attitude, don’tcha?

JH: Well… I…

The house lights fade as the opening chord to Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" rips through the speakers. As the chorus quickly follows, white strobes blink in time with the hard beats.

[align=center]Crawl on me, sink into me
Die for me, living dead girl
Crawl on me, sink into me
Die for me, living dead girl
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Kennedy pushes her way through the curtain, stepping center stage in the dark, only illuminated by the flickering strobes that chase away the darkness for a mere moment and then shorting out in the next. As she advances down the stairs, a spotlight rushing to light her way. She glances around at the crowd, showing no reaction to their various calls.

MA: Making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!!

Reaching the ring, she dives in under the bottom rope, sitting up on her knees and staring out at the crowd beyond the ropes for a moment before climbing to her feet. She moves to the furthest turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope and looking out of the crowd and then dropping back down to the canvas to await the start of the contest.

JH: This is going to be an interesting match we’re about to see. Nightmare and Kennedy are both very popular names in FIW.

CM: Yeah but it sounds like the fans are leaning more in Kennedy’s favor and with good reason. She’s the classic underdog in this match against Nightmare who’s twice her weight. I can’t say that I blame them, either. I’d pick Kennedy over Nightmare’s ugly ass any day.

JH: Kennedy’s also been going through a VERY difficult time. The fans have been surprisingly sympathetic towards Kennedy’s plight. I’m honestly surprised she’s been able to compete as well as she has.

CM: She’s knocked off the current Undisputed International Champion and I hope she does the same to the current Fighting Spirit Champion.

CL: If by the same, you mean making him bleed, I actually concur.

[align=center]DING-DING[/align]

Mark Jackson calls for the bell and we’re off! Usually Kennedy is the first to snap into action but Nightmare has the same idea on his mind. He lunges at Kennedy, who nimbly ducks under his lariat attempt. Kennedy rebounds off the ropes and NAILS A CLOTHESLINE AS NIGHTMARE TURNS AROUND… but Nightmare just stumbles back a single step, remaining standing.

CL: You’re gonna have to do more than that to take him down. That much is obvious. Make him bleed like you did to Kitty last week!

JH: Nightmare is quite an imposing figure and Constance is right, Kennedy’ll have to do plenty more to take down the Fighting Spirit Champion.

Kennedy does just that. She sprints off the adjacent ropes, Nightmare turning to meet her upon returning. Nightmare throws up a boot, well prepared for Kennedy… but she baseball slides right under him! Nightmare spins around as Kennedy pops and nails a low dropkick into his knee! Nightmare falters and his knee buckles before he drops down to one knee.

CM: Brilliant! Targeting Nightmare’s bad knee! Hopefully she tears it to shreds and this is the last we see of the purple dinosaur!

Kennedy is back up to her feet as Nightmare tries to rub away the pains shooting through his bad knee. Kennedy doesn’t relent, firing right hands upside the face of the lowered Nightmare. Nightmare raises his arm to block the brute of the attack as he attempts to regain his footing, but Kennedy throws a wild knee upside the opposite side of his face!

CL: I love how stiff Kennedy has been in the ring lately.

CM: Yeah, it’s stiff.

JH: Disgusting, Chip.

Kennedy backs off the ropes and runs RIGHT INTO A RAISED KNEE TO THE MIDSECTION FROM NIGHTMARE! Kennedy flips on impact, landing on her back on the canvas, winded. Nightmare falls against the ropes, shaking the nagging pains out of his knee before advancing on his opponent. He lifts Kennedy up to her feet, scoops her up and slams her down the canvas! Nightmare jumps up and LANDS A LEG DROP ON THE CANVAS! Kennedy pops up and NAILS A DROPKICK IN THE FACE OF NIGHTMARE!

JH: Great execution on the scoop slam from Nightmare but the leg drop didn’t hit as well as Kennedy’s dropkick.

CL: As well? The leg drop didn’t hit at all. Kennedy might have knock a tooth out of Nightmare’s mouth with that dropkick. See the difference?

Kennedy moves towards Nightmare’s head, dropping a knee across his exposed throat! Nightmare clutches his neck and rolls over onto his stomach. Kennedy places a knee into his back, dragging his head up and SMASHING A CLOSED FIST INTO HIS FACE! Holding on by the hair, Kennedy nails another fist into Nightmare’s face!

JH: And there’s that aggression we’ve seen from her lately. Closed fists, which are perfectly legal here in FIW, straight to the mouth of Nightmare.

CM: *squeals* Watching Kennedy make Nightmare her bitch is the most thrilling thing I’ve ever witnessed.

CL: It is much more entertaining than watching her flip around like a fish out of water.

Mark Jackson barks out some orders to Kennedy about pulling Nightmare’s hair. She removes her knee from his back, but keeps a hold of his hair, which seems to be angering Mark Jackson. Kennedy pulls Nightmare up by his hair, but places her knee on the back of his neck and drops him face first down into the canvas! Nightmare grabs the back of his neck as Mark Jackson pulls Kennedy back and yells at her over the hair pulling.

CM: Jesus Christ, ref! It’s just a little hair pulling. I know Nightmare’s a priss but give her a break.

JH: Hair-pulling is illegal here in FIW but I’ve never seen a referee get so adamant about enforcing it before.

CL: Those pussy-ass referees from Slam. They call themselves hardcore and they can’t even handle hair pulling so they gotta get this guy to enforce it?

Kennedy ignores Mark Jackson’s soccer-mom style coaching and shoves him aside. She advances on Nightmare who grabs Kennedy and throws her throat first against the middle rope! Nightmare ducks out of the way, cracking his neck from side to side. Kennedy is back up as Nightmare advances on her. He places a boot into her midsection and then lifts her high above the air with a military press. Nightmare turns her parallel with himself before slamming her down on her back!

JH: Nightmare certainly has the power on his side in this contest. Kennedy probably should rely more on her speed.

CL: Easier said than done. She’s pissed and she obviously cares more about beating people senseless than winning this match.

CM: I have to say I’m disappointed in Nightmare. I would’ve thought he’d show Kennedy some compassion here tonight for everything she’s been through. He seemed like that type of guy.

CL: Why do the hell do you care? You’re usually bitching about everything she’s been through.

CM: Meh, I’m too busy bitching about how much I hate Grimace and his new tag team partner.

CL: Amen, to that. I hate that little fucker Loon.

Nightmare doesn’t give Kennedy a chance to recover, grabbing her by her throat and lifting her straight up into the air! Kennedy sends a sharp kick straight into the gut of Nightmare, causing him to release her. Kennedy lands on her feet… AND THROWS A ROUNDHOUSE KICK RIGHT INTO THE NECK OF NIGHTMARE!

CM: Holy shit! She just hit a JFK into Nightmare’s neck!

CL: I support violence against pussies. First Loon, now Nightmare. I think Kennedy might be my new favorite person in this world.

Kennedy snatches up Nightmare’s wrist and whips him into the corner. No, Nightmare plants his feet and refuses to move. He uses his strength to send Kennedy sailing into the opposite turnbuckle! Nightmare rubs at his neck before barreling straight into Kennedy’s raised foot! Kennedy pulls herself up to the second turnbuckle and takes Nightmare down with a flying clothesline!

CM: That clothesline took the bastard down!

JH: Looks like David found a way to topple Goliath.

CL: If David was an aggressive sexpot and Goliath a big purple pussy.

Kennedy gets back to her feet, calling Nightmare up to his. Nightmare follows her orders and raises back up to both feet. Kennedy plants a toe kick into gut and then hooks him up in a front chancery. She swings her leg and… GETS THROWN ON HER BACK BY NIGHTMARE!

JH: Nightmare just countered the Murder of One into a Northern Lights Suplex! There’s the bridge!

Mark Jackson hit’s the canvas a split second after Kennedy’s shoulders are pinned to the canvas.


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TWO!!


KICK-OUT BY KENNEDY!
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Nightmare shakes his head and lifts Kennedy up to her feet before TAKING HER HEAD OFF WITH A LIGHTNING QUICK, STIFF LARIAT THAT ALMOST TAKES KENNEDY’S HEAD OFF!!

JH: The Second Bullet! Nightmare can hit that in half a second, as demonstrated right there.

CL: He folded Kennedy up in half with that lariat. He’s desperate for this win.

CM: I never thought I’d see the day Grimace was mauling females with such pleasure. sluT-Bird and all the other millions of girls cheating on him must’ve finally cracked the little shit.

Nightmare drops back down onto the cover, hooking Kennedy’s leg this time.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!



THREE!!!!



NIGHTMARE’S BEATEN KENNEDY!!!
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CM: FUCK NO!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! That was close!

CM: That purple bitch nearly pulled a fast one on Kennedy!

Nightmare looks to Mark Jackson, incredulous at the closeness but Jackson assures Nightmare that she kicked out before the two. Nightmare sighs and draws his opponent back up to her feet. He applies a standing headscissors, raising his arm up for the crowd’s approval. He gets some of it but some boos manage to get flung in his direction.

CM: Ha! If I cared about what these fans thought at all, this would be even more hilarious.

JH: Kennedy’s certainly managed to win some of the fans back over but they haven’t forgotten about Nightmare either.

CL: I suppose we could look back on your OBVIOUS David vs. Goliath reference. It’s no surprise Kennedy has most of the fan support.

Nightmare reaches under Kennedy and flips her up onto his shoulders… and losing her as she flips over his head, landing on the canvas behind him. Kennedy spins around and NAILS A DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF NIGHTMARE’S KNEE! Again, the bad knee buckles and “Goliath” is taken down to one knee. Kennedy wraps her arm around his throat, applying a standard sleeper hold.

CM: YAWN!

CL: Kennedy’s got a very simple sleeper hold on Nightmare. While I appreciate the less spotty style, I don’t see that getting the job done on Nightmare.

JH: She has done a fair share of damage to the neck and throat area, but I have to agree that the likelihood of this taking out Nightmare is… well, close to impossible.

Kennedy holds the sleeper in as Nightmare attempts to regain his footing. Kennedy falls backwards, holding Nightmare by the throat and pulling her knees up into his back! Nightmare’s back arches out over Kennedy’s knees, his head being pulled back by the sleeper applied around his throat! Kennedy immediately applies a body scissors around Nightmare’s torso, jerking his head from side to side with the sleeper applied!

CL: SPINAL KENNENGITIS TO NIGHTMARE! Straight into the WICKED FUCKIN’ LULLABY! That was beautiful wrestling.

CM: That backbreaker was a sight to behold but now I’m bored again.

JH: The sleeper was a doubtful finish for Kennedy but now she’s got Nightmare trapped up in the center of the ring with no where to go!

Nightmare claws at the canvas, kicking his boots into the mat as he looks for a way out of the hold. Kennedy refuses to relent, the crowd starting up a memorable “Ken-ah-dee” chant as they watch surprisingly manage to take down the 6’4”, 275 pounder in the ring with her. Nightmare growls out, either in pain or frustration before his hand begins slamming against the canvas.

JH: Nightmare tapped out to Kennedy!

MA: Here is your winner via submission… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!!

CL: Another impressive submission victory from Kennedy. I have to admit that I’m enjoying her style as of late.

CM: While I’d rather watch her beat him to a pulp, she has just defeated the Fighting Spirit Champion, after defeating the Undisputed International Champion last week! Kennedy for Dual Crown Champion! Especially if she does another FIW cover like she did for them last time she won them! *drools*

“Living Dead Girl” reprises over the speakers as Kennedy eventually relents the hold on the Nightmare, allowing Mark Jackson to pull the FSC free from the woman. Kennedy swivels up to a knee, allowing Mark Jackson to raise her arm in victory. But the music of the victor cuts and the crowd look to the stage.

XK: HEY! SLUT FEATURES!

The crowd jeer as Xtreme Kitten bursts out from behind the curtain wearing his mask, faded blue jeans and navy blue t-shit and no shoes with a microphone in hand. Kitten is not alone as the spiked collar around his neck holds onto a chain, Lucy holds the chain in one hand as she follows a casual look of disdain gracing her face as she sees the crowd.

JH: What the hell do they want?

CM: It's Xtreme Kitten, obviously he wants a pat, go pat him Hitchen.

JH: Do I look suicidal to you?

Xtreme Kitten waits for crowd to calm down before raising the microphone.

XK: Look up here blue?

Kennedy stares up at Xtreme Kitten and Lucy with an extreme look of confusion. Who the heck is 'blue' anyways? Did she wander into an episode of Blue's Clues? Kennedy glances towards Mark Jackson, maybe he's blue. But he's just as confused himself as he tries to keep an eye on the situation and help Nightmare from the ring.

XK: That's right you, look up here I want you to see what you've done, what you will pay for. Something no one has done, something no has been dumb enough to do!

Xtreme Kitten points to his lip more specifically where his lip was busted open, the cut itself is closed but still easy to see.

JH: What the hell are we supposed to be looking at?

CM: You don’t see that MASSIVE scar on his lip?!

JH: I’d hardly call that bump a scar, or massive.

XK: You busted me open, cut my face-

Lucy snatches the microphone from Kitten and stares at him.

Lucy: Did that hack hit brain?

Xtreme Kitten mouths 'what', we know he mouths it because he is close enough to the microphone that had he said it it would have been picked up.

Lucy: Toan cut your mask open and stabbed you in the forehead with a fork.

Kitten rolls his eyes and snatches the microphone back, Lucy looks shocked.

XK: Scratches don't count.

Lucy mouths 'OH'.

XK: What that bitch down there did to me required a surgeon, well I say required but I am sure a nurse or an EMT could do it, but I needed it done well. Luckily for you Miss sad and lonely, I do my research-

Lucy nudges Xtreme Kitten, he takes a breath and continues.

XK: Luckily Lucy does my research, we get the name of the best surgeons in each town we go to. Now the doctor I saw was some hot shot and boy was she pissed to see the minor job she had to do, minor to her I mean she exchanges organs or something equally as gory and the bill. Oh the bill, I swear she stiffed me on that but I'm not paying it... you are.

Kennedy looks up at XK and Lucy like they’re the craziest people on Earth… which they just might be. Kennedy shakes her head in disbelief at the words spewing forth from XK.

JH: He wants Kennedy to pay the medical bill?

CM: Well she did cause the cut.

XK: Though if you don't want to pay the bill I have another idea, an idea I find more enjoyable. You pay the bill or I put your mouth to good use, the only use it is good for-

The crowd gasp at the thought of where XK is taking this. Kennedy herself changes her look of disbelief to a look of offense, even before the words officially leave XK’s mouth.

XK: Padding the bottom of my boot!

Lucy looks down at Kitten's feet, Kitten also looks. Kennedy does as well but it’s less noticeable due to the distance between them.

XK: Which obviously I'm not wearing tonight.

Xtreme Kitten look up at Kennedy, who seems to be finding this quite humorous now. This is the most emotions she’s shown in a while, granted she’s still in the squared circle so we’re not sure if this is progress or this is the only place she’s not left alone with her thoughts.

XK: Well what's it going to be small white female Carl without friend? Paying 'til it hurts or just hurting?

Kennedy glances around at the crowd, who seem to be getting all riled up at XK’s words. They seem to want to see someone get hurt but I doubt it’s Kennedy. Kennedy glances back at XK and motions for him to bring it on into the ring.

JH: Looks like Kennedy’s chosen to fight!

CM: She didn’t say that! She actually didn’t say anything at all, what else is fucking new? She’s just inviting Xtreme Kitten down to the ring.

CL: She kicked his ass once, I’m sure she could do it again. It’s not like she just finished doing anything tasking.

JH: Nightmare is a-

CL: [mimicking Hitchen]…credible opponent in his own right.[/mimicking Hitchen] Give it a fucking rest already.

XK doesn’t look pleased with Kennedy’s choice to fight but it’ll do. He begins marching down the stairs, shoeless and all, ready to put on the hurt. But Lucy holds him back by his chain, shaking her head now and telling him “not right now”. XK looks back at Kennedy and points at her warningly, causing the Lady to motion once again for him to come on down to the ring.

JH: Kennedy’s ready to fight a second match here tonight but Lucy’s holding Xtreme Kitten back. Why?

CM: He doesn’t have any shoes on! You expect him to just fight at the drop of a hat? He’s the FUCKIN’ UNDISPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! He picks where and when he fights.

JH: You mean Lucy picks where and when he fights?

CM: That too.

Lucy pulls XK back up the stairs, pulling him towards the curtain as the two have a conversation amongst themselves. Despite XK holding a microphone, he doesn’t bother bringing it up to their mouths to let us into the conversation so we get shut out.

JH: Well Xtreme Kitten wants to fight and so does Kennedy but it doesn’t look like Lucy’s not gonna let it happen right here and now.

CM: Not only is she gorgeous but she’s the only one of the three with a brain.

JH: We have plenty still to come tonight. Of course the Main Event which will see Samael, Remy Barteaux, & Sean Madrox in a three-way, Hardcore Elimination Dance.

CL: I swear this better be worth it...

JH: What do you mean?

CL: Show run by Tier = Ultra-Violence. Hardcore three-way dance = Ultra-violence. Samael, Barteaux, & Madrox = Yet to prove their Ultra-Violence.

CM: Constance = Ultra-Pussy...

CL: My fist + Chip's face = Everyone's happiness.

This statement is soon followed by a rather painful noise of Constance's knuckle's connecting with the cheek of Chip Martin. A pityful wail of pain is heard from Chip as this is done, followed by him scrambling about trying to regain some composure. Also the noise of Jonathan and Constance laughing follows the punching noise. Sadly this whole act cannot be seen due to the camera still viewing the arena. But it does sound like a great thing to watch...

JH: God bless the Freedom to Punch Chip Act of 2006...

CL: Will Dean Venchenzo's work to get that Act never go.

CM: Fucking contracts...

Suddenly, as if by magic (or by some guy in gorilla position), the entire lighting in the arena goes down to blackness. The crowd's murmours start to become louder, happy something is happening that they themselves can enjoy (seeming as they couldn't hear about the Act of 2006).

JH: What's this now?

CL: Another entrance by some pansy with a lot of glitz, followed by his pussy ass getting kicked.

JH: Or a powercut?

CL: My moneys on pansy's entrance.

Then, music starts to plat as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy.

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CM: Wait a minute, I recognise this song...

CL: Popular song at your local gay club?

CM: Says the guy that has a woman's name.

CL: Hey I had no choice. Your's was entirely.

CM: Ah shut it, Clarence. Seriously, this music rings a bell, but where...

JH: Must be on Slam!'s side of the FIW family because I can't recall this song...

CM: Wait, no, it can't be...

Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of two people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal. Just then, from behind the curtain walks out the IMD himself, Maj Tahal, followed by his manager General Kumar Singh. Maj is wearing his wrestling gear, while the General is wearing an all white suit, with a white turban. They both grin, as the crowd, confused, decide to cheer Maj. Maj and the General are not paying attention, and instead they start to make there way down the ramp.

CM: It's Maj Tahal! He's back again!

JH: Didn't you hate him the last time you saw him?

CM: Why would I hate him?

JH: The whole Prince Kashmir turning on him, that huge cell match thing they had, the feud he went through for the TAC...

CM: Wait, you're right! BOO!

CL: Don't know him, don't want to know him, won't talk when he's on air, save my breath for Ultra-Violence later.

He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. He stands in the ring still grinning as the crowd still cheer for the return of Maj Tahal. The General goes across and leans through the ropes, taking a mic of a stagehand. He walks to the middle and starts to speak, which quickly makes the crowd shut up.

General: Ladies and Gentlemen, as you can see it is now the time you have all been waiting for. Will you please give it up for the Panthera, the IMD, the Arabian Knight, the returning Maj Tahal!

Again cheering from the crowd as the microphone is handed over to Maj Tahal.

Maj: Thank you for cheering me. As you can clearly see I have fully recovered from my unprovoked attack at the hand of Ahriman, and am now cleared to once again wrestle. But I'm afraid that there is some bad news for all of you fans here tonight, and everyone at home. You see unlike some other unoriginal midcard lowlife looking for the break they'll never achieve, I am not going to fool you. I'm not going to repeat was has been done a thousand times until you can guess before you even hear they are returning.

JH: What is Maj going on about?

CM: Why are you asking me?

JH: It's rhetorical, Chip.

CM: You're rhetorical...

JH: Your comebacks are about as intelligent as the head of the village idiots convention.

CM: No, you're rhetorical.

Maj: As you are now most probably wondering, what am I talking about? Well I'll tell you. I've decided against doing the normal, unoriginal, average things. And to prove my point, I'm now announcing right here that I returning to FIW as a heel.

JH: What? What kind of guy announces to the fans he's becoming a heel? That's just stupid, and further more kind of ruins the point of fans choosing who they boo and cheer.

CM: Personally, I'm all for Maj's choice. GO MAJ! BREAK THE MOULD!

JH: Why don't we just stick the wool on you now and see how much you baa.

Maj: You're all probably confused by my announcement, but I shall explain to you all right now. Basically, I've grown bored with men returning and then attacking some guy that you people cheer, and claim that they've been "held back" or that you people "never really liked him, just his success". It's about as interesting as the contents of Herman Cardgage's plastic bag. Not just that either, FIW is full of men who watch a bit of another fed's wrestling on TV and steal their storyline, or steal their gimmick. There's nothing new anymore! So I've decided to break away from tradition. I'm not going to come out here and say how much I missed, then attack someone like Nightmare during a tag match. I'm not going to do anything you'd expect someone like me to do.

That is why I came out here and decided to just announce it. Be happy, I've given you credit. I didn't think of you as stupid enough to believe I'd come back here still being the nice guy I was when I left. We all know as soon as Kashmir turned on me, and I became the good guy, I was crap. I became a goofy joke, and my promos were more boring than Willie McPhee's tales of how he got each kilt. I found it harder and harder to keep you people happy while still maintaining the high standard of which I became accustomed to. Each week I was coming out pulling off the same old thing, trying to be nice while still trying to be witty and clever. It didn't work, and I'm sure the more intelligent fans out there could see that.


The crowd has fallen silent, as they are told by Maj that he wants them to boo him.

As I was sitting at home recovering I thought to myself what can I do? It was clear that the angle I was going for was just not working for me, and I was quickly running out of ideas to keep it fresh. Then of course, it dawned upon me. I was never born to be cheered. I was never supposed to be the guy here to keep you guys happily amused. Your love was making me become something that I couldn't handle. That I wasn't ever going to be. The thing that I've never had the ability to maintain. Being a face.

Suddenly what I had to do was clear. I was to be a heel. The time where I was best, when I was at my most dominant and when I was clearly at the top of my game was when I was booed by you people. You were literally killing my talent. Of course you thought you were helping me but it was obvious to me that you were having the opposite affect on my career. For me to ever become the thing I've dreamed of, I was going to have to once again turn my back on you people, and let me say it wasn't a hard thing to do. When it comes to you people or my career, I don't need to think twice about my decision. So I decided that when I returned I'd do the best career move possible. I'd announce that you people are about as helpful to me as Crazy Sam was. And so here I am.


JH: This whole speech was just about how he's better when he's booed?

CM: I agree, he was way better back then. I respect his decision to go for what's best for his career.

JH: This is a lot of crap! The crowd booing him is not going to suddenly make him a better wrestler! If he wasn't getting the results when he was cheered, how is getting booed going to get him to suddenly become greater?! It makes no sense!

CL: Well he was avoiding boredom of unoriginality, by giving a very long boring speech on how he recovered?

JH: See! This guy's logic makes no sense!

Maj: But I digress, this has turned into something I never wanted. This has turned into a long winded speech, which is anything but original. I need to do something that's different, and quick...

The General whipsers into Maj's ear, but since Maj is still holding the mic up, we can pick up what the General says.

General: I told you that you should've planned an ending to your big amazing return.

Maj quickly mumbles something back to the General in what's apparantly Hindi. He then turns to the crowd. The General looks confused, as he looks above him for what ever reason. Maj's grin has returned, more full than ever.

Maj: Well fans of FIW, I must bid you adieu. It appears I have over stayed my welcome, not to mention almost become a hypocrite. So to avoid an ending that is as unoriginal as my speech almost become, I must tell you to look above.

Suddenly, from the rafters starts to come down something rather unusual. Well, to say rather unusual is an understatement. A large object comes down towards the ring. Maj and General Kumar Singh both make space for it as it lands in between them. It is a platform, with to seats on it. On each corner is the wire that is holding it.

JH: What the Hell is this now?

CM: It's a modern day magic carpet!

The General and Maj both take a seat on it, and it suddenly starts to go up to the ceiling again, where there is probably a way out. The platformed is raised off the ring, and starts to go up. As it does, a camera from the other side of the platform shows that written on the back of the chairs it says "FIW Fans Are Into Incest!". As this image is shown on the tron, the crowd immedeately begin to boo, as the two make their exit up to the rafters. Just as they are about to go out of light, Maj is heard saying.

Maj: Cheap heat? Bah Humbug!

JH: Well that was definately one of the most pointless returns we have ever witnessed.

CL: Well it was...different at least, you have to give him that.

JH: But he just came out, made a stupid statement and left in a stunt that probably cost him this week's wages!

CM: Otherwise known as your yearly wage. Maj doesn't need a point. He's the IMD.

CL: What?

CM: Indian of Mass Destruction.

CL: Oh for Christ's sake...

CM: No! For Muhammad's sake! Respect his religion, Clarence.

JH: Maj Tahal will get my respect once he proves himself and acts like a normal guy.

CM: Normal schmormal, he's new and innovative.

CL: By going out on a platform that can be used as a lift?

CM: GIVE HIM TIME!

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The cameras cut away from the fast paced, adrenaline fuelled action and bring us to a scene of utmost tranquillity. Far above the fray and the bloodshed the sun has set on Chicago’s United Center and the moon has begun it’s ascent into the heavens while the stars do their level best to sparkle through the light pollution thrown up by the great city below.

But we didn’t come here for the stars or the moon.

Sitting on the roof’s ledge is a familiar figure. Stark white skin against clothes as black as pitch and an ever darkening night sky. Her legs are crossed beneath her, the palms of her hands flat against the stone as she leans back and stares into the dark blue canopy through her grey orbs. The only illumination comes from the lights of the city around her, and from the feint orange glow of the white cancer stick between her fingers.

For the longest time she’s sat there, unmoving in the dark, wisps of smoke rising from the tip of her cigarette and floating off into the ether. And it’s only now that she parts her ruby reds and breaks the relative silence.

“Three grand. Apparently that’s the going rate for breaking a doctor’s jaw.” She shrugs the price off, her lips twisting into a satisfied smile as she relives her head-butting of poor old Doctor McCoy. “He gets a brand new Plasma TV, I got a measure of satisfaction. A little compensation of my own for being stepped on by the Ninja.” The very mention of her loss at the hands of the Extreme Ninja causes an almost instinctive reaction, where her brain sends a message to her arm to raise the cigarette to her lips. She takes a drag, sighing the smoke back out into the atmosphere, calming herself before continuing.

“He beat me. It hurts like a thousand needles to the skin to say but it’s true. In my debut match, the Ninja beat me.” She takes a moment, her steely gaze set upon a point in the distance as those needles press into her flesh. “After all my grandiose claims, after all my talk of what it means to be extreme and how I was going to pull back the curtain and show FIW just what it means to push oneself to the edge of hardcore…the little fucker beat me.” Her hand is drawn to her mouth once more to steady the nerves and tighten the sinews. Grey smoke floods through her nostrils as she sighs determinedly, still staring out across the urban landscape before her.

“He made me look like a fool, I’m not a huge fan of that. Hence the poor doctor’s bloodied nose and inability to chew properly. But I realise now that was the wrong action to take. As fulfilling as it was, my anger was misdirected. I could go around head butting doctors and brooding like some emo vampire, or I could pick myself back up and redirect the anger and the rage and the pain into one who truly deserves it.” Her mouth curves into a mischievous smile as she plays with the thought, passing it through the many cogs and wheels of her mind before she parts her lips again to continue.

“I underestimated you once, little man, how much you wanted this. How much caving your skull in with a steel chair would piss you off. Instead of curling yourself into the foetal position and hiding behind your white board like I assumed you would, you found your voice. You know what they say about assuming things, and you made a right royal ass out of me. I assure you, it will not happen again.” She pulls herself forward and takes the weight off her palms as she flicks her ashes over the side of the building. They get caught in the wind and dance through the night sky as Ghost watches them float into oblivion.

“You haven’t won yet, Ninja. All you’ve really succeeded in doing is piss me off, and that doesn’t bode well. Not for you, not for whomever I find staring at me from across the ring when I next step into it. For now sit back and enjoy your victory. Savour it, work it around your palette and try to remember how good it tasted. Trust me when I say, defeat is a bitter thing to swallow. But then…you’ll know that soon enough.” Finally she turns to the camera, her lips twisted into an unnerving smile as mayhem dances in her eyes and we fade…to white.

We come back from the white and fade into colors, those colors specifically being the ReVolt entryway. The lights dim and turn blue as the bass line to Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage hits on the speakers. As the music blares, a mixed reaction emanates from the fans as Samael makes his way onto the stage.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first! Making his way to the ring, from El Paso, Texas… SSSSSAAAMAAAAYYEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!

As the song continues, Samael makes his way out from behind the curtain and through the doorway of the gate as short bursts of blue pyro erupt from above on either side of the entrance. He starts walking down the walkway and the reaction from the crowd intensifies as he nears the ring.

CL: The push Samael’s been getting is ridiculous. He started out as basically nobody, came back as basically nobody, and suddenly he’s somebody?

JH: Samael proved his worth to Tier last week.

CM: Oh, you mean the part where he lost the match?

JH: Why must they gang up on me?

Once near the apron, he turns toward the fans, taunting them a bit before he enters the ring over the top rope. He moves to a corner and leans in it slightly and awaits the start of the match as the music fades out and the lights return to normal.

The lights dim and white strobes begin to search the arena as the infamous piece “Misirlou” is pumped through the speakers. Eventually the spotlights find the stage and begin to hover around the entranceway which has been flanked by two of the Ragin’ Cajun’s “enforcers”. They stand stalwart and unwavering, looking mean as hell and twice as angry as the far less intimidating form of Riggs bounds out through the curtains, and following closely behind him is the man himself.

MA: And his opponent… from New Orleans, Louisiana… being accompanied to the ring by Riggs… RRRRREEEMMMYYYYYYYYYY… BAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!

With his face partially covered by his hood, and with the iconic cane clutched by his side, Remy steps down off the stage and begins the long walk up the aisle to the squared circle, flanked all the way by the slimy limy.

CM: Barteaux’s got the attitude to take him to the top! And he’s certainly going to be able to take that traitorous bastard, Ragin’s title.

CL: Christ, did you guys always do the fighting over the shows?

JH: Sadly, yes.

CL: I would’ve killed somebody long ago. Probably Hitchen. That bitch annoyed the hell outta me.

JH: I’M Hitchen.

CL: Yes, I know.

JH: *sigh*

Upon reaching the ring, Riggs hops up onto the apron and sits on the middle rope, creating an entrance for his boss to pass through. Once in Remy flicks the hood back to reveal a slight rougish smirk etched into that handsomely rugged face. He makes for a far corner where he ascends the turnbuckle and raises his hands, and more notably his cane, to the lighting rigs. As he drops down he slides his top off his shoulders and passes both it and his precious keep sake off to Riggs, who takes both to ringside with him as Remy turns and nods to his lackeys on the stage to take their leave. They do so, and the Don awaits the start of his match.

The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Attack” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and red strobe lights begin to flicker on and off.

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GET TIRED, OR WASTED
SURRENDER TO NOTHING
I'LL GIVE UP WHAT I STARTED
AND STOPPED IT
FROM END TO BEGINNING
A NEW DAY IS COMING
AND I AM FINALLY FREE
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MA: And their opponent… from Fairfield Connecticut… SSSSSHAWWWNNNN MAAAAAAAAAAADROOOOOOOOOOOXXXXXX!!!

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 stage glancing from left to right. He begins to walk down the steel steps 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.

CM: Sean Madrox is my boy. Did I mention that?

JH: Don’t you find him flippy-floppy and annoying?

CM: Certainly not! He’s phenomenal!

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I’LL ATTACK
RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
GO CHANGE YOURSELF
RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
NOW I’LL ATTACK
I’LL ATTACK, I’LL AA WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Sean reaches the apron and he jumps up on it looking at both sides, then he flips over the top rope into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles and he removes the Championship from his waist and hoists it in the air pointing at it with confidence; before jumping down and removing his sleeveless hoodie and shades. He places his belongings to the side waiting for his opponent to make their way to the ring.

With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the three ReVoltrons and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the concrete stage. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the entirety of the elevated stage where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like a religious worshipper before their God.

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This is the prompt for a flash of light and a series of small explosions around the stage and ReVoltrons before two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight appearing on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down past the press of females on the concrete stage, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step. The women get to their feet and depart as soon as the Russian start to walk down the steps from the stage.

MA: And finally, your special guest referee for the match… he is the DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN’’’’’!!!

As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring.

Ragin’ surveys the three men gathered to kick each other’s asses for a chance at his title and smirks. Then, with little warning, Ragin’ CHARGES forward and DECAPITATES REMY BARTEAUX WITH A CLOTHESLINE THAT SENDS HIM FLYING OUTSIDE THE RING!!!

CL: LARIATTTOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

JH: What the hell is that bastard Ragin’ DOING!?

CL: Eliminating the biggest threat in the match? Taking his aggressions out on the man who humiliated him at Dangerous Liaisons?

CM: … a clothesline?

JH: Whatever you wanna call it, that’s just cold! He’s ruining the match!

Ragin’ calls for the bell and it rings reluctantly, unwary adversaries in Samael and the wrestler formerly known as Slayer turning to face each other.

CL: See there? Didn’t ruin a thing. The match hadn’t actually begun yet!

JH: Oh, well, in THAT case… [/sarcasm]

Samael and Madrox soon forget about Remy, glaring into each others’ eyes with unbridled anger. They tie up, fighting for control of the collar-and-elbow.

JH: Both of these men have had some seriously harsh words for one another of late. I can smell a rivalry brewing between these two.

CL: Wow, way to know how wrestling works, Hitchen. *slow claps*

JH: Shut up.

Samael begins to overpower Madrox, but the resourceful Mr. Phenomenal drives a knee into Samael’s gut. He moves his hands to interlock Samael’s fingers and the two enter a test of strength. Madrox drives two more knees into Samael’s ribcage, earning him the upper hand as he cinches in a butterfly lock that quickly transforms into a suplex!

JH: Sean Madrox with a double underhook suplex on the larger man, Samael. Madrox looking to capitalize…

Sean nips onto the second rope to add some springboardy momentum to a forthcoming moonsault, but Remy Barteaux is up and ready for him with a steel chair to the mush!

CM: Remy’s back in this ALREADY!?

CL: It was a friggin’ lariat. It’s not like it’s a powerbomb or something.

JH: Don’t underestimate the power of a well-placed lariat.

Samael staggers to his feet and Remy tosses the chair his way. Quick-reflexed, Samael catches it, and Remy SLINGSHOTS into the ring, over Madrox’s body and CRACKS the chair into Samael’s face with a--

CL: LEG LARIATTOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!

Remy skids along the mat, favoring his knee a bit from the stiff leg lariat to the chair. He scrambles to his toes and onto Samael’s back, moonsaulting back down onto his body!

CM: Remysault! Take that, ya namby-pamby pamper-boy!

Remy rolls Samael over and hooks the leg for a pin. When he doesn’t hear the familiar slap of hand on mat, he looks up to see Ragin’ leaning over the ropes and discussing something with Natalya. Furious, Remy storms up to him, wheeling him around by the shoulder and pointing to Samael’s body before pinning him again. Ragin’ shrugs and waves Remy off, citing that “it’s too early”.

JH: That’s just disrespectful! Get down there and count, you’re the ref, dammit!

CL: You heard Ragin’ earlier this week, Hitchen. He said that the road to the top would be a hard one, and that there would only be a victor when he was ready to announce one. Clearly it isn’t time yet.

Remy’s about to storm back over to him and give him a piece of his mind and/or fist when Samael reaches up and locks in a goozle! Remy’s eyes go wide, but it isn’t from the chokehold; it’s more from Sean Madrox on his feet and flipping through the air toward them! He SANDWICHES Remy against Samael with a standing SSP, which Ragin’ notices and golf claps for.

CM: Full Eclipse!

JH: A dangerous move, you have to bet Remy being squashed between the two larger men is an uncomfortable situation.

CL: Hitchen, the only person comfortable being squashed between two large men here is you, and maybe Mr. Metrosexual over here.

CM: HEY!

Mr. Phenomenal slides off of Remy and out of the ring, throwing the apron skyward as he searches underneath.

CL: Madrox is going shopping.

CM: First floor, women’s underwear and cookie sheets.

Sean slides a table out of the dimness and proceeds to set it up, ONLY TO GET IT BASEBALL KICKED INTO HIS FACE BY SAMAEL!!

JH: The plucky young buck is back on his feet and taking it to the former Slam! WHC.

CL: Yeah, well, the CURRENT Slam! WHC is in the ring with him, so give credit where credit’s due, Hitch-bitch.

Samael picks up where Madrox left off in setting up the table. He gets everything in place when Madrox rises again, shaking the cobwebs out. He pats himself on the side of the head a few times, presumably to make the ringing stop when BAM! Closed fist to the face from Samael! Madrox recoils, but then THUMBS SAMAEL IN THE EYE!! Samael stumbles backward, palm to his ocular orifice as Madrox grabs the timekeeper’s chair and WAFFLES IT OVER SAMAEL’S BACK!!

JH: GOOD LORD!!

Samael drops to his knees and Madrox WINGS him in the back of the head, sending him to the concrete. He climbs on top of the table to perform an aerial feat, AND GETS RED DUST IN THE EYES FROM REMY!!

CM: REMY’S SPECIAL SPICES!!

CL: Nothin’ says lovin’ like something from the oven, I gar-un-tee!

JH: I don’t understand how you two can CONDONE this! Where’s the athleticism? Where’s the honor?!

CL: Fuck all that, Hitchen. Hardcore wrestling is well and truly about who’s the better man. Your superior training and size and all that shit is stripped away, and it’s down to who can strategize better, think quicker, and execute more fluently.

CM: Amen to that, brother!

Madrox teeters on the table as he tries to clear the spices from his eyes. Remy backs up to catch some momentum off the opposite ropes, CHARGES forward and SAILS over the top rope to EAT TABLE!!!

CM: NOBODY HOME!!

JH: Madrox just stumbled off that table at the BEST possible second to avoid that impact!

Remy lies in a mess of splinters and that square metal bit that always comes off the edge, staring at the ceiling and trying to focus his eyes. Madrox stumbles over to the barricade near Samael as the larger warrior begins to rise. He begs the fans for a bottle of water, and one starts being passed toward him, but it’s all too late as Samael instead grabs a cup of beer and pours the alcohol into Sean’s eyes before SMASHING the plastic cup over his head!!

CM: OH SWEET LORD! ALCOHOL IN THE EYES!! AHHH! IT BURNS!!!

JH: Quick thinking by Samael, I can only hope Sean hasn’t suffered any permanent vision damage.

CL: I can only hope you wash that vagina of yours regularly. As you clearly have one. Pussy.

Samael locks in his second goozle of the night, this time around Madrox’s throat. He bends down and puts an arm between Sean’s legs before lifting him up into a military press. Samael begins to pump him up and down like he were lifting weights before sweeping him around and SLAMMING him back-first against the unforgiving concrete!!

JH: UNHOLY TRINITY!!

CL: What a dumb name. That’s only two moves hybridized, not three. Fucking idiot.

Samael presses his arms into Sean’s body, but as Ragin’ is inside the ring it takes him a moment to notice. He casually kneels, slapping his hand against the mat.

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Samael sneers at Ragin’ before turning his attention back to Madrox with a few well-placed fists. Ragin’ begins to mosey over to the action, deciding it’s probably best he know what’s going on. We ARE at four pages now, after all.

CM: Close count for Samael, but not close enough! Mr. Phenomenal just can’t be kept down!

JH: This match is an atrocity! Weapons! Violence! Slow counts! Shoddy refereeing! It’s a travesty! A disgrace!

CL: It’s better than anything the Purists ever did.

JH: I… … I… … I can’t argue with that.

Samael moves into a mount position so as better to drive home the fists into Madrox’s face, but that assault doesn’t last for long as an expanse of tape is looped around Samael’s neck and tightened! Remy Barteaux firmly plants his boot into Samael’s spine and WRENCHES back with the tape, cutting off Samael’s air supply.

JH: THAT’S AN ILLEGAL CHOKE!

CM: So?

JH: HE COULD KILL HIM!!

CL: Awesome.

CM: Fuck yeah. High five.

CL: No. I don’t know up whose ass that hand has been.

CM: Hitchen’s mom’s.

JH: Oh Lord, let’s not go down that road again…

Samael struggles to break the tape, but it’s a thick tape and pressed rather deep into his throat. His face begins to go red, and a vein in his forehead starts pumping excitedly. His head lolls, eyes getting bleary as he tries to fight off the oxygen-deprived state he’s sinking into.

JH: Come on, Samael! For all that’s right with the world, fight out of it!

Samael gets one foot on the floor, pushes off, and finds himself standing. Remy dangles from his back, tightening the tape as his whole body weight is pulling against it. Samael, with all the determination in the world, charges headlong for the turnbuckle and STOPS at the last second--SENDING REMY SOARING OFF HIS BACK AND FLIPPING TO HIT SPINE-FIRST AGAINST THE STEEL RING POST!!!

JH: INGENIUS INNOVATION BY SAMAEL!!

CM: NO! REMY!!!

Samael staggers for a moment, trying to regain his breath. He finally catches it, the two other men in the match already stirring when he goes under the ring for more goodies. Samael tosses out a few cookie sheets and a trash can before finding what he wanted; another table. This he slides into the ring, following it.

CL: It’s amazing what you can find under the ring skirts.

CM: I lifted up a chick’s skirt and rooted around under there before, but I didn’t find any weaponry.

That was a bad joke and I apologize. Moving on, Samael sets the table against the corner, then moves back outside to drag Madrox into the ring--NO! Madrox tosses his fist away and CHOPS HIM ACROSS THE CHEST!!!

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Samael winces with the sting, but strikes right back with a chop of his own.

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JH: Knife-edge chops being traded between these two men who’ve had such heated words…

Madrox returns with another chop!

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CL: Is that all you can say? State the fucking obvious? We know that. Let’s talk about those damn chops. Forget the burn, the sting, the reddening of the pecs from the sheer FORCE of the chop. Imagine if Madrox or Samael clipped a nipple. They could burn the sucker CLEAN OFF.

Samael rears back and CRACKS A MIGHTY CHOP ACROSS SEAN’S CHEST!!

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JH: Lovely visual, Constance. Thank you.

CL: Anytime, fuckbag.

Madrox decides to change the pace and springs into a dropkick that sends Samael vaulting against the ring. He favors his back as it connects with the edge of the apron, and Madrox is right there to dig him in even further with a running knee to the abs!!

JH: That is unforgiving plywood just CARVING its way into Samael’s back!

CM: Wood has no emotions, Jonathan! It’s Madrox that’s unforgiving. All those things Samael said about him… how can you just let that go? Punish him! KICK HIS LILLY ASS!!

Madrox rears back to perform another knee, but gets a CANE IN THE BACK FOR HIS TROUBLES!!

JH: AND REMY’S BACK AGAIN!!

CL: Did you HEAR that crack!? That could’ve SHATTERED Madrox’s SPINE!!

CM: Fuck you, Conse! Fuck you and your dirty whore wife!

CL: Only if I can fuck your boyfriend first, queer-bait.

Madrox buckles and collapses to the ground, Remy going to town on him with the cane, making shots to the back and kidneys before discarding it in favor of rolling Samael into the ring. Remy slides in after, spying the table set in the corner. He drops a few stomps to Samael’s back in hopes that he stays down, but alas, the Death Angel rises and begins throwing haymakers into Remy’s not-as-pretty-as-James-Marsters face.

CL: Here, lemme do this one for you, Hitch. “RIGHT HANDS!! RIGHT HANDS!! MAH GAWD, RIGHT HANDS!!!”

JH: Eat shit and die, Lowyer.

CL: It’s pronounced “Lawr”.

JH: Yeah, well, I’m British, “bah gawd”.

CM: You’re British!? I just thought you were retarded!

JH: *sighs*

Samael FORCES Remy up against the table by palming his head and charging. He winds back to deliver the be-all end-all haymaker punch WHEN SEAN MADROX BLASTS SAMAEL IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A SUPERKICK!!!

CM: BLLLLLLACKOUT!!

Samael falls forward, Remy narrowly feinting away. Madrox stares at the Don, who just smiles. Madrox smiles back, sinister, confident… then gets whacked in the back of the head with the cane!

JH: What the--!?

CM: RIGGS!!!

Riggs stands behind Sean Madrox with Remy’s phallic prize in hand, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. That is, until Madrox turns on him with firey fury in his eyes. Riggs looks a little green around the gills as Madrox advances on him, until Riggs points over his shoulder. Madrox turns to GET A FACEFULL OF REMY’S BOOT!!!

CL: MOB HIT!!

Madrox goes down flat on his back and Remy hooks the leg. Ragin’ drops near Madrox’s shoulders to count, grudgingly.








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JH: Oh come on! Slow count! Have some damn professionalism!











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JH: This is insane.










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Nope, not a count, but a BITCH-SLAP across Remy’s smug face as the bell rings.

MA: Your winner, by pinfall… RRRREEEMMMMYYYY… BARRRRRRRR-TOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!

Blood blossoms at the corner of Remy’s mouth from the sheer velocity of the slap, and he and Ragin’ burn holes in each other with their eyes!

JH: Would you just LOOK at the intensity between these two men?

CL: It’s all coming to a head before too long, Hitchen. Frankly, I can’t wait to see it.

JH: I can only hope it’s less lawless that what we’ve seen tonight.

CL: Knowing Tier? Fat fucking chance.

CM: This is Chip Martin for Constance Loire and Jonathan Hitchen! We’ll see you folks next week!

CL: You wouldn’t DARE fucking miss it!

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