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Hellraise '06; October 1st, 2006
Topic Started: Oct 2 2006, 04:05 AM (515 Views)
Minister Wighty
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[align=center]Anything you need

I can be anything you need
Anything you need
Anything you need

Anything you need

I can be anything
I can be anything
I can be anything you need


Now I walk alone
Now I walk alone...
I find a way

All my prayers unanswered
All of my careless actions
Failures, catastrophe
This is killing me
Somewhere in here


Somewhere in here

Kindly nail yourself
Upon your thoughts
You never had enough
Pain to feel at all...

It's coming up now

Prayers unanswered
All of my careless actions
Failures, catastrophe
This is killing me
Somewhere in here


Fade the cross from my memory
What part of this saving me?
And what exactly is it saving me for?
I don't need to believe... anymore.

I can be anything you need
I can be anything you need


I can be
Can be anything
Anything you need

I find a way

I look back upon my life
I found it hard to find
The right words that wont hurt
And brings me back to my knees


Anything you need
Anything you need


All of my prayers unanswered
All of my careless actions

Failures, catastrophe
This is killing me
Somewhere in here...
Somewhere in here


Nail yourself upon your thoughts

Nail yourself upon your thoughts



I FIND A WAY!


Close your eyes if you want to be blind...

Close your eyes if you want to be blind...

Close your eyes if you want to be blind...

Close your eyes if you want to be blind...

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JH: Opener of the Hellraise PPV looks to be a war of wars.

CL: Fuck yes, blood, blood, BLOOD!

CM: Two huge monsters one on one, it’s like…

CL: Jonathon’s wet dream last night.

JH: Hey! Shut up! But look how the ring’s been sorted at Jim’s request…

The camera looks over and on the mats outside are various weapons including two barbwire covered chairs, a barbwire covered plyboard, a pane of glass, a few tables and lastly a barbwire covered ladder, the fans in attendance look set for a war and so goes the commentary desk as the camera goes back to them.

CL: …My dream…it’s come true!!!

CM: People hurting each other?

CL: YES!

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. 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.

MA: The following match is a hardcore rules match with a time limit of thirty minutes, first hailing from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at three hundred and five pounds and standing at six foot seven inches… SAMAEEEEEEELLLLL!!!

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.

JH: Samael’s not happy and Jim’s going to find out.

CL: With blood, this is so gonna be awesome.

CM: Your like a kid in a sweet shop, calm down.

CL: Hell no!

The lights cut out from the Silverdome, prompting the FIW faithful to cheer emphatically! Several hundred lighters can be seen lit in the crowd as the Silverdome grows electric.

[align=center]GOOOOONG[/align]

A loud, menacing bell rings over the PA. And as if the fans couldn't get any louder, they do!

[align=center]GOOOOONG[/align]

[align=center]GOOOOONG[/align]

[align=center]GOOOOONG[/align]
The demonic sounding guitars kick in, sliding out of the PA like a serpent with the bell continuing to ring in the background. Soon enough with the crashing of the cymbals, the drums kick in. And for the 12th time...

[align=center]GOOOOONG[/align]
The bell gongs for the last time, prompting for the house lights to flicker and then rise altogether. And standing atop the entryway himself, The Monster of TNT, The Man in Black, the 2 time Dual Crown Champion... Jim O'Brien. He stares coldy to the ring, in the eyes of Samael. He begins to breathe heavily, his face starting to turn red, his nostrils flaring, the veins popping out from his neck, his teeth gritting, his eyes dead set on the man who took him out at Dangerous Liaisons. He shakes his head and then begins his descent to the ring.

[align=center]I'M A ROLLING THUNDER, A POUNDING RAIN

I'M COMIN' ON LIKE A HURRICANE

WHITE LIGHTNING'S FLASHIN' ACROSS THE SKY

YOU'RE ONLY YOUNG BUT YER GONNA DIE!
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MA: And his opponent, making his final appearance for FIW, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds and standing at six foot seven inches… JIM O’BRIIEEEEEENNNNNN!!!!

Jim makes his way to the ring steps, slowly ascending them. Not taking his eyes off of Samael. One on the ring apron, he climbs over the top rope & makes his way over to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs up to the 2nd rope, staring out into the crowd.

[align=center]HELL'S BELLS

YEAH, HELL'S BELLS

YOU GOT ME RINGIN'
HELL'S BELLS

MY TEMPERATURE'S HIGH
HELL'S BELLS
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Jim crosses his arms over his chest, welcoming in the crowd's positive energy towards him. He gives a small smirk, then hops off of the turnbuckle. He turns his back to the turnbuckle & once again placing his sights on Samael, promoting the music to cut, crossing his arms & showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face.

JH: His final appearance and re-appearance, this night is huge for Jim.

CL: He better put up or shut up.

CM: You were marking out, now your doubting?

CL: I have to sit with you two, I need entertainment.

JH: This match is going to do just that.

As Jim and Samael stand in there respective corners Fuzz checks on both, before looking at both men and then calling for the bell, it sounds and the match begins. Both men move to the center of the ring, not speaking juts looking towards each other, almost preying for something to happen as they then circle still looking towards each other, waiting for the first attack. Out of nowhere they both attack, a right haymaker from both sets them back a step, as Jim and Samael both hold there cheeks, they then stare each other down again, before going for a collar and elbow tie-up , which Samael breaks out of with a knee to Jim’s gut, he then hits another three right to his gut before grabbing him by the hair, charging and sending him straight out of the ringside, Samael then steps back watching him land on the mats.

JH: Samael acting like the dominating one early on.

CM: By throwing him out the ring? Hmmm.

CL: I usually dominate people by just looking at them, my sheer sexiness blinds them.

CM: *under breathe* Or sheer ugliness.

CL: Excuse me weasel nuts?

Samael then after watching him land follows him out the ring, walking towards Jim, but Jim’s to one knee and unaware to Samael has one of the barbwire covered chairs, as Samael approaches Jim comes charging forward planting the chair into Samael’s gut, he double’s over then Jim grabs the chair and begins scraping it along Samael’s forehead, making sure he really cuts into Samael. He stops and then throws the chair into the ring, Samael raises his head, his forehead is bloodied and Jim loves it as he kneels Samael over and then sucks on the wound, getting a disgusted face off some fans but the obvious Jim marks just mark out as Jim then wipes his lips of Samael’s blood as Samael stays knelt down.

JH: Oh my god, what two minutes in and complete brutality already.

CL: That was hot, I mean Jesus blood sucking.

JH: Conse it was grotesque, the man sucked blood from another’s head.

CM: Jim’s trying to make sure we remember him for being a monster, not a loser who got dumped.

JH: Oh, someone’s been doing there homework.

Jim then gabs Samael’s head and gives it a vicious head butt before dragging him towards the ring steps, placing him there he then rummages under the ring, pulling out some lightubes, he slides a few into the ring before placing a few beside Samael’s face against the ring steps, he then backs off towards the ring barricade before running at Samael…

JH: Oh god!

CL: Someone’s going to lose there head!

CM: Wait! No!

…Samael out of nowhere leaps to his feet and Jim can’t stop his momentum, Samael grabs Jim and with all his power takes him over and Jim’s flies over with a belly-to-belly release and crashes into the lightubes and ring steps, landing in a heap of the moved ring steps and smashed lightubes, Samael drops to his knees, Fuzz just watches in awe as the fans roar in approval of the blood bath that’s only started mere four minutes ago.

CL: Fuck yes!

JH: Holy crap, release… ring steps… why do I fear it’s going to get worse?

CL: I hope fuckin’ so.

CM: Someone’s going to die tonight, I being the messiah of fashion hope it’s Jim, the unpolished fool.

Samael stands up, turning to see Jim laying folded like a accordion, he moves to Jim, lifting him to his knees,. He then smashes Jim’s skull into the ring steps, Jim rebounds back onto his back as Samael take a breath, blood slightly coming form his wound. He grabs the barbwire table, looking down at Jim and jabbing the table down onto Jim’s throat, choking him for a bit, Jim’s saliva flings from his throat as Samael really looks psychotic, he then stops driving a boot into Jim’s face before sliding the table into the ring, following it in and grabbing the table, he then sets it up a few feet from the ring, he then watches as Jim clings to the ring apron, Jim slowly climbs to the apron, Samael grabs Jim and punches him in the face making Jim drape over the ropes, Samael then grabs him in a front chancery…

JH: Samael’s got evil intentions… really evil intentions.

CL: This match is like a multiple orgasm for me, I love it.

JH: Too much information Conse.

CM: Like you wasn’t thinking about his groin anyways…

CL: You can both have me after this match, just join the cue, being a sexy beast is hard work.

…Samael attempts a suplex but Jim hooks his foot on the bottom rope, he then attempts a suplex himself but Samael does exactly the same, after coming to a stalemate, Samael tries again , this time lifting Jim, teasing the hell out of the fans but he does indeed land back on the apron, he then suplexes Samael and gets him up, but Samael tilts landing on the apron next to Jim, turning to see the pane of glass leant against the ring barricade, he goes for a punch but Jim elbow’s him right in the gut, he then swings around Samael and attempts a German suplex, but Samael hangs on for his life, Jim really tries to pull Samael but he doesn’t budge…

CL: Let go! Dear god let go!

JH: He’ll land on the glass, that could seriously hurt him!

CM: I think Conse don’t really care.

CL: I care about some sick action, boo he stopped attempting.

Jim looks really angry, he climbs into the ring, moving the table with aggression, he places it in the corner as he smashes a forearm into Samael’s cheek before then running to the ropes, on the return he looks for a forearm again ,but nope Samael rams his shoulder into Jim’s gut, he then drags Jim to the apron still doubled over, he then clutches Jim between his legs and hoists him into the air with a Powerbomb, he then turns and jumps. Jim and Samael both SMASH! Through the pane of glass, the impact sending the fans into a “holy shit!” chant, both Jim and Samael lay on the mats looking completely fucked…

CL: DEATH ANGEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!

JH: Holy Jesus! Through the glass, he covers Jim he’s got the pin right there.

CM: This match is Slam! Style all over…

CL: Pffft, they we’re pussies, this is NGIW style, blood, guts and pain.

…Samael stirs slightly as the fans just chant both men, Jim’s bleeding from his back and his sides now in little dots as Samael’s left hand seems cut either way he kneels and then gets to his feet, Fuzz calls down to him and he just plainly ignores Fuzz, he picks up Jim and moves him from the glass, rolling him in the ring then making the cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…NO SHOULDER UP!
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…Samael looks irritated that he couldn’t get the cover, he mounts Jim and fires some punches before getting off of him then looking around seeing nothing of interest, he then climbs out the ring and looks under the ring, seeing a bag, he pulls it out and grins, placing it in the corner area but not showing us what it is. He then turns and grabs the ladder, sliding that into the ring and stopping though, he grins to himself seeing the 4x8 plyboard, he picks it up and slides it in the ring along with the other barbwire chair, Samael himself climbs in too but is caught by Jim who dives on him with a double axe handle to his back.

JH: There’s so much debris in that ring now, it’s chaos.

CL: It’s awesome!

JH: No, it’s dangerous, these guys are professional wrestlers, not stunt men.

CM: Your powers of observation astound me.

CL: Now these two guts powers of bloodying each other makes me wanna scream like a kid.

…Jim keeps bashing down on Samael, he then picks him up, grabbing him in a full nelson, looking to take him over but Samael blocks it and spins around, himself looking for a German suplex, Jim blocks and out of desperation low blows Samael with a back kick, Samael drops to his knees as Jim turns and just saps him, the slap being heard around the arena to the floor. He turns then and climbs out the ring, his face seemingly happy as he looks under the ring cover and finds a trash can, smiling as he throws it and the ring in fact looks like a car wreck, Jim climbs in and then plunges his hand into the trash can , pulling out a barbwire covered plunger, he holds it high as if a staff of power…

CM: What in the hell.

CL: Ok, I’ve seen it all, FIW’s actually turning NGIWish, I might…. Nah your all still assholes.

JH: He has as plunger… with barbwire around it…

…He then walks towards Samael, placing it on Samael’s face before just plunging it into his face the barbs obviously sucking into his skin and tearing away at Samael’s face, but Samael out of desperation thunderously low blows Jim, making Jim drop the plunger and drop to his knees. Samael then takes it, picks up Jim and place the plunger by Jim’s ass, lifting him and then dropping it on him, the plunger landing and cutting something Jim didn’t want as he drops to the canvas holding his lower regions, Samael then tosses the plunger out the ring.

CM: It’s like a sick kind of porno, it’s disturbing.

JH: These men really do hate one and another don’t they.

CM: No there beating each other senseless just for kicks.

CL: Sounds like fun to me!

Samael then turns, he grabs the trash can searching its inside and he grins, I’m talking a full, sick as fuck grin, in bringing his arm out he produces a staple gun. The crowd seem to go quiet as he then walks towards Jim, Jim kneels looking a little shaky for ware, Samael places the gun to Jim’s head and shoots, Jim’s teeth grind as he takes a staple to his head, Samael then shoots another two in his head, grinning as he raises the staple gun, looking to finish Jim off, his blood all over his face from various cuts but Jim out of nowhere low blows him, making him lose his grip on the staple gun, then drop to his knees, Jim grinds his teeth numbing the pain as he climbs to his feet pulling the staples out, he then grabs both chairs placing then apart from each other, then grabbing the plyboard and placing it over the chairs, Jim then turns picking up the staple gun…

JH: What in the hell does Jim have in mind here.

CL: Do I look like a psychic, wait I do see pain in your future Jonathon.

JH: You do? …OW!

CL: *Smacks Jonathon’s head* See told you.

CM: Children, now, now.

Jim picks up Samael, still with the staple gun in hand, he turns Samael and places him on the plyboard, punching him hard across the face, he then staple’s Samael’s pants o the plyboard, same as his skin on his left and right arms, the crowd cringing as he does one last shot tight in Samael’s forehead, before Jim then picks up the ladder, looking behind him at Samael, placing it down and beginning to climb up it…

CM: Get down here… he’s a idiot he really is.

JH: What the hell is he doing?

CM: You want me to show you my powers again?

JH: No!

…Jim gets to the second from last step, looking behind him to see if Samael’s moved and he hasn’t, Jim then gets too the top of the ladder before! MOONSAULTING!!! Off the top of the ladder and he CRASHES! Down on Samael, sending them both through the plyboard with incredible force, as the impact shatters the plyboard Jim rolls out the ring as a piece slices his forehead open, Samael lays there bleeding now from the arms, both men bleed from various spots.

CL: JIMMMBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOSSSSSAAAAAUUUULLLLLTTTTTTAAAAHHHHH!!!!

JH: Holy crap! Off the ladder!

CL: That was fully fucking sick!

CM: …I’m speechless.

JH: Finally.

…Samael stirs just, Jim slowly climbs to his feet, both men look so warn out it’s not even funny, Jim climbs back in the ring, he moves to Samael picking him and Samael up to there feet. Jim pulls the barbs from Samael’s back, he grinds his teeth but knees Jim in the gut, Jim dropping to one knee, unaware to Samael though Jim wraps barbwire around his right arm, Samael’s turned, kicking away the destroyed plyboard he now has the bag from the corner in his hand, he turns it upside down and pours out its contents, thousands of thumbtacks, grinning he turns to Jim, but is caught off guard as Jim comes charging towards him and NAILS him with the wrapped arm with a HUGE Lariat both men land on the canvas mere inches from the thumbtacks, they both stay down as Fuzz checks on them both.

CL: Thumbtacks? Barbwire? Plungers? My sex dream has come true… Sybil’s got it coming tonight!

JH: I ain’t even going to ask… but that lariat has put both down, who’s going to gain advantage.

…Jim slowly pushes himself up to his feet, looking down towards Samael, Jim looks warn out and looks towards everything, he pushes the ladder out of the ring so it isn’t in his way but it doesn’t go, it simply slides into a position in the corner. Jim then turns picking up Samael, looking over towards the Thumbtacks, he moves over them and grabs Samael in a front chancery, he lifts Samael, but Samael shifts his weight lading on his feet, he then goes for a clothesline to attack Jim, but Jim ducks and hooks in a saito suplex, lifts and DRIVES Samael into the thumbtacks with a saito suplex! But he rolls through standing up thumbtacks in his head but the anger and rag in him he runs at Jim and DRIVES! A boot into Jim, he then grabs Jim in a reverse chin lock, swings and DRIVES1 Jim into the thumbtacks with a elbow drop, both land on the thumbtacks hard but Samael drapes his body over Jim’s in exhaustion making the cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!
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JH: …Wow…

CL: Even I’m impressed with these two guys…

JH: A Saito suplex into a reverse chinlock elbow drop, these guys are hungry and Jim still kicked out…

CM: Fans, welcome to proper hardcore!

…Both are down, not stirring thumbtacks in there bodies and they look exhausted, the fans begin clapping getting behind both men, they do both begin to stir, both begin to stand too as Fuzz watches them both get to there feet and turn to each other, Samael is first to attack with knife edge chop, Jim replies with one too, Samael goes for another which seems to get Jim really going as he screams “COME ON!” ripping his shirt off, Samael then goes for another set of shots taking him into the ropes, he goes to whip Jim but Jim reveres and on return he goes for a big boot, but Samael catches the leg, maybe looking for a suplex, but he does, he lifts Jim and charges and DRIVES!!!! Jim’s skull into the set up ladder with a modified capture Powerbomb, Samael just drops back to his knees as Jim lays drenched bare back on the barbs on the ladder…

JH: I don’t even know how to explain that!

CL: It was awesome! that’s how you explain it!

JH: Capture Powerbomb?

CM: Either way, Jim’s drenched on those barbs and there ripping his skin open clean, it’s gross.

…Jim lifts himself off the barbs looking in so much discomfort it’s not even cool, he then moves towards Samael who’s to his feet, Samael grabs him by the throat, grinning as he then tries for a lift but Jim just violently head butts him dazing Samael, Jim then out of nowhere lifts and turns Samael over and has him in a belly-to-belly Piledriver position, he then walks and PLANTS! Samael’s head into the canvas with a tombstone, he then covers Samael…

CL: TOMMMMBSSSSSTONNNE!!! COVER!!!

[align=center]ONE!!!![/align]

CM: Jim’s won his last ever match!

[align=center]TWO!!!![/align]

JH: Jim’s won!

[align=center]THREEEE!!!![/align]

JH, CM & CL: JIM WO…



[align=center]NOOOOOO WAIT!!!! SAMAEAL GETS HIS SHOULDER!!!![/align]

JH, CM & CL: HE KICKED OUT?!

…Everyone including Jim is in complete disbelief as Samael’s shoulder is raised and Fuzz points a two and a half finger up to Jim, he looks irate as he looks to Fuzz shouting “Three!” he stands up and goes to Fuzz looking all kinds of pissed off. Jim then turns and moves back to Samael booting down on him as hard as he can, he then looks around, grabbing both the barbwire chairs he moves them to him, placing the seating parts both together, signaling for the end, he picks up Samael and rams his head between his thighs, turning towards the chairs…

JH: Looking to ed this once and for all.

CL: This could be a helluva climax…

JH: He hits it, Samael isn’t kicking out of this.

CM: But he can’t…

…Samael buries his weight into himself and Jim can’t lift him, Samael then punches Jim in the kidney’s a few times weakening himself, he then pulls his head out and grabs Jim ramming his head into his thighs, he turns lift and with s THUNDEROUS! Powerbomb drives Jim right onto the chairs, crushing the seating parts down, Samael then drops on Jim hooking the leg for the cover…

JH: DEATH ANGEL!!! AGAIN!! COVER!!!

CL: Jesus what a crap ending! Make him die!

[align=center]ONE…




…TWO…




…THREE!!!
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…The arena just sends a mixed reaction Samael’s way as they both lay there down and bloodied, Fuzz raises Samael’s arm into the air, as Killswitch Engage - “Holy Diver” hit’s the PA system…

MA: Your winner! At a time of fifteen minutes and thirty seven seconds…. SAMAEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!

…EMT’s come to the ring clearing the crap out of the way, but both men push the help away, Samael rolls out the ring, holding his neck and slowly making his way backstage, clutching his neck still. As Samael has since made it backstage & 'Holy Diver' has faded from over the PA, several road agents & referees have come to Jim's aid. Jim has since crawled to a nearby corner, seated on the mat & his back resting on the turnbuckles. Jim's conscious & talking, though has that far away look in his eyes & a crimson mask across his face.

After several of the agents & refs back off, Jim can be heard yelling "Hey! Hey Fuzzy! Get yer fuzzy ass over here!" Fuzz gives Jim the whole 'Who, me?' routine to which Jim yells back "Hell yeah I'm talkin' to you! And grab me a mic!" Fuzz makes his way over & shouts for a mic. He dashes back over to Jim & hands it to the former monster. Jim pats the mic a couple times, making for annoying feedback.


O'Brien: "Testing one, two... Good."

Jim sighs as he wipes blood from one of his eyes, then speaks.

O'Brien: "Y'know, I never did get to do one of these..."

The crowd cheers, anticipating a retirement speech from the former Dual crown holder.

O'Brien: "Now first things first - Fuzz, c'mere. I'm gonna need your help."

Fuzz makes his way over to Jim, awaiting orders. Jim offers a hand out, then says -

O'Brien: "Man, I just got my ass kicked. Help me up."

Fuzz obliges, taking the large hand of Jim, then takes several steps backward, yanking up the Man in Black. Jim gets yanked to his feet, albeit quite gingerly. Fuckin' hell, he just got his ass kicked.

O'Brien: "Thank you. Now leave."

Fuzz waddles his way out of the picture, leaving Jim by himself in the ring. And he looks a mess. He shakes out any cobwebs, then begins.

O'Brien: "All right then. Where do I begin. . . Let's see, um... Y'know I been here a pretty lengthy amount of time. Almost since the inception. I held four championships on five occasions. Took part in a few of the most memorable matches in this promotion's history. Wrestled all the big names - Beat 'em. Well, most of 'em anyway. And got to voice my mind on, well, damn near anything. And I know I would've never got the opprotunities to wrestle in fron of the best fans in the world & live out my wrestling dreams if I had went to WWE or WCW or TNA, whatever other promotion, I know I woudldn't be who I am today, and despite losing this match, I'm one damn proud son-of-a-bitch!"

Cheap pop. But hey, it's a pop.

O'Brien: "Now, there's something I've been wanting to get off of my chest. Some of ya's might not know what I'm talking about, some of ya's might. So if ya don't, don't sweat over it. Anyway, um... In my time here, I've butt heads with management plenty of times - On screen & off, in character & out. And y'know, I know everyone wanted to see somebody in that locker room stick it to Madison Lee, cause she's a bitch & all. But the times I did, the times you great fans didn't see, were uncalled for. Even last June when I wasn't even here, I got myself in trouble with the brass.

So to those who know what I'm talking about, I'll be the first to say I'm not perfect. And the way I handled myself in certain situations weren't right. My personal views are still about the same, my views on how this industry should be ran are the same, but I know I was in the wrong in how they were presented. I know better now not to put my trust into snakes over my superiors. And to put a little more faith into those who had put every Throwdown & Slam, now every ReVolt & Pay-Per-View together."

The crowd cheers & claps politely, not exactly smelling what Jim's cooking but whatever. It's a shoot promo. he'll mention stuff not everybody gets.

O'Brien: "So, um, not to get corny or anything but I wanted to thank some people for helping me get to where I am. First and foremost, I know he's not the most popular guy anymore, but Sam Brachio - Whippet - He's the man that opened the door for me to Full Intensity Wrestling over three years ago. He's the guy that helped me get my start. And no matter what, I'll always be grateful for him sticking his neck out for me.

Another guy that helped me greatly was Fearod. I was very green when I came to FIW, but he taught & showed me alot about the business. And like Whippet, I'll always be grateful for how he helped me out."

The fans cheer for the past legends, while a fan in the front can be heard yelling "FOZZY! FOZZY!"

O'Brien: "Oh God, Fozzy McQueen." *crowd cheers* "My first ever rival in FIW. And despite all the times he took the piss outta me and humiliated me and beat the holy hell outta me, the Fozzmeister General was one great fuckin' dude. Honestly. Not just one of the best wrestlers to have stepped foot in the ring, but one of the nicest & funniest human beings I ever met. And the respect I have for the guy is out of this world.

Now, lemme see, is that everybody?"

Some of the smarks in the front rows can now be heard yelling "WHAT ABOUT RAGE? SILENT RAGE?!

O'Brien: "Silent fucking Rage." *crowd cheers heavily* "Jeez, haven't I kissed his ass enough?" *Jim chuckles* "Really though, I'm sure some of ya's back there in the locker room are sick of me goin' on about how great he was & how much he helped me, but it's true - By far, no other wrestler on TNT or Slam or anywhere has been as big of an influence on me as Silent Rage was. In my opinion... one of, if not, the best performer to walk through that curtain in Full Intensity Wrestling history.

And y'know I heard the talk from some of the other boys - 'I was a one feud wrestler' and all derivities of that. And I won't lie, when I saw that Silent Rage's name was opposite mine on the card, I stepped up my game. I turned it up a notch. So I'm sorry to those guys who felt I was a one feud man, because they weren't worth me turning it up that extra notch or me going the extra mile."

O'Brien: "The boss man Tier... He, in my opinion, changed the way we work. He introduced the ultra-violent element of wrestling to TNT, to Slam, to our little universe. And his influence is universal. That Ferocity guy? Exactly. And it's because of Tier, as well as some others, was why Tuesday Night Throwdown was the A show in FIW. Not tryin' to be a prick, but it's the truth.

Kennedy! What a great lass, I mean it. Granted she's been going through alot of ups and downs in the past year, I know how it can be to be an emotional roller coaster. And maybe I'm sucker for the heroes, but I hope she'll be the Pink Ranger again one day like she was two years ago. Little girls look up to her, y'know! Trish Stratus ain't around anymore, so who's left as far as a strong female competitors go in the wrestling industry? Lita?" *A fan yells something the mics can't pick up to Jim* "No, they're not the same! Kennedy looks different... Her boobs aren't as big. And she isn't as injury prone. And she does a better Moonsault. . . I think. Don't quote me on that. But really, she's helped me alot too. We used to be pretty tight, not so much anymore but what can ya do?

Ugh, runnin' low on time. I was curtain jerkin' for God's sakes. I know, we got a show to do. Real quick... Kailey, great friend of mine. I guarantee by this point next year, she'll have held of be holding the Dual Crown. Bet the farm on it. Maclay, good fella deep down. Loved watching his matches. He could make his own suplexes & have 'em come outta nowhere. Who else? Elrick. Hardest working motherfucker I think I ever met in this business. A crazy guy with some of the hardcore stuff he does. Nightmare, he's a good kid too. Deserves all the success he's recieved, I don't care what anybody else says. Dante Coles, a good guy too. We sure beat the shit outta eachother in FIW & NGIW, didn't we? Who else... Noxx. I'm not thanking him for anything, but am I the only guy who remembers him? Heh, guess so. Bradley Johnson, sick dude, great wrestler. Savage, amazing talent that guy had. We were pretty tight back in the old days. Same as me & Top Rocker. I mention him? I forget. Orion Oldriod, now he was a heel. One of the best FIW ever had. That Saku guy, anyone remember him? I sure as hell do. One bad fuckin' dude. Sean James - Damn I wish he stuck around. We would've had some fun. April Lynn, classy chick too.

And then Samael... I used to never think much of Samael. But he proved to me & hopefully proved to all of you tonight that he's a future Dual Crown contender & a legend in the making. I don't like the guy, he kinda beat me, but I now have all the respect in the world for him.

But most of all... I wanna thank all you great fans! The FIW fans are the best in the universe. And I'm proud - damn proud - to have wrestled for you, to have championed for you, to have performed for you & to have sacrificed myself for you! All the shit I've put myself for you was well worth it!"

The crowd begins to roar, a "JIM-O BRI-EN" chant starting to echo throughought the Silverdome.

O'Brien: "So in closing... one last time thank you and, well, don't hit Hell's Bells. Don't hit Line In The Sand. You know what song I want to play while I leave? I'm such a Star Wars nerd... Play the opening theme to Star Wars! And Hell's Bells is ringin' for you!

The main title theme to Star Wars marches over the PA as the crowd rises to its feet, cheering the Monster of TNT. He raises a fist to the air & nods in appreciation. He drops the mic to the mat & brings a couple fingers to one of his eyes, rubbing blood - and possibly tears - from his eye.

JH: All I can say is 'wow.' This truly is the end of an era.

Albeit gingerly, Jim climbs from out of the ring & to the arena floor. He hits several high fives with the fans as he walks up the aisleway, but stops in his tracks midway. Now standing atop the entryway are Some Kind of Monster, Giant Joe Slater, Kendra Norton, Psycho Sam Cody & seated next to them in a wheelchair... ol' Double M himself, Matt Matthews! A mammoth sized smirk comes over Jim's mouth as he steadily walks up the rampway.

He soon meets his crowd at the entryway, with Giant Joe patting Jim on the back & Psycho Sam proudly shaking Jim's hand. Monster watches on, cause y'know, he's a monster.

Jim then approaches his longtime running buddy Matt Matthews. Jim bends forward & gives Matt a hearty handshake & lead-in into a hug. Once Jim releases his manly hug on Matt, his eyes spot Kendra over Matt's shoulder. Jim stands tall once again, looking down on the woman who broke his heart so long ago. Jim then looks into a nearby camera & says:


O'Brien: "Now this won't make much sense, but..."

Jim steps closer to Kendra, wraps his arms around her & lays one of the most passionate kisses on Kendra's lips this side of a soap opera. Jim then looks up with a bug smile & yanks a small, bworn sack from his pocket. He then says into the camera while holding up the sack:

O'Brien: "I got ahold of some of this Amnesia Dust from WWE! Nobody's gonna remember that kiss now!"

Jim then grabs ahold of the camera, turns it & pours the sack contents onto the camera lens, and we fade to bla... ... ... Whoa. What just happened? I don't remember a thing.

We come to a scene of the Silverdome gym area, Hellraise in full swing as the crowd is chanting something, it’s only a murmur behind the solid walls of the arena, but either way standing by a bench is Elrick. He’s sweaty and exhausted as he stands there in a white sleeveless, black shorts and pair of gym trainers, looking around there’s a handful of people in the gym. Suddenly the gym doors explode open, Elrick stays doing what he does but the others look towards the door as does the cameraman, in walks a masked man, in green pants and a green mask, black long strands representing hair coming from the back of the mask, behind him are two homeless or bum guys, simple obviously because of there lack of clean clothes and the fact one’s munching on a half eaten chicken drumstick. Either way the three men walk towards Elrick, the masked man from what we can see of his face looks quite determined, he gets too Elrick and speaks.

???: Ahem.

Elrick doesn’t even pay notice, the masked man seems a bit annoyed, and the other two seem to just begin arguing over the chicken drumstick, the masked men then raises his tone.

???: AHEM!!!

Still nothing, Elrick carries on looking the other way as the masked man just looks his temper and begins ranting.

???: Elrick, I am JUSTIN SANE! I am here to destroy you! Don’t try and hide your fear from me! Come on bitch! COME ON!!!!

Still nothing from Elrick, he packs his bag all up, finally we see why he looks that way, the masked man now having his name then pokes Elrick’s shoulder, he turns raising an eyebrow then removing a headphone from his ear, Justin Sane just has a look of shock over his face as Elrick speaks.

Elrick: Yes?

Justin: I warned you via your phone, you shall feel my wrath!

Elrick: You’d be who?

Placing his hands on his sides trying to look really aggressive but looking more like a constipated old person, not helping the matter is the two homeless people still fighting over the chicken drummer behind him.

Justin: Justin Sane, I have chosen you to be my first victim! Do you prepare yourself for the war we will have in a few moments HEHE!

Elrick crosses his arms, trying not to laugh as everything just points to the obvious answer that it is but he doesn’t want to burst the bubble so he plays along.

Elrick: O…k, well when? I mean damn, I am scared and I need to take the fear out now, name a place Sim… Justin.

Justin looks irritated as Elrick doesn’t take him seriously, Elrick just grabs his bag and places it over his shoulder, and Justin stands there still in his “angry” look.

Justin: You listen to me sunny Jim! I didn’t come all the way from unknown to be pooed on… hehe poo… I mean yes! Poo! By smellrick! I have commentators, there’s a ring! Let’s go one-on-one in front of the millions and millions of fans in attendance, what you say smelly?

Elrick smiles shaking his head, Justin still looking “angry”.

Elrick: Ok, your commentators are arguing over there in a bin of wasted food.

Justin turns and literally they are, there both got a pizza slice in there mouth and are tugging it, Justin giggles, but realizes he’s supposed to be angry so just shrugs.

Elrick: Millions and millions of fans? There are four people and they just left.

Again Justin turns, looking around to an empty gym, he then turns back to watch Elrick pop his headphone back into his ear and begin to walk off.

Elrick: So how about another time? See you later Simon.

Justin nods, but out of nowhere chops Elrick’s chest and runs off, Elrick stands there as his headphone falls out, and looking down at his chest then towards the running masked man.

Justin: Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Got you biatch!!!! HEHE!

Justin runs but doesn’t see the door that says pull, he runs straight into it, nailing himself and falling backwards he looks out cold as Elrick still stands there just looking on, Elrick then walks towards him looking down then leaving through it, turning back and juts shaking his head.

Elrick: Here we go again…

Elrick then makes his leave as the camera looks back towards the gym, the homeless people still fighting viciously over the pizza slice and Justin, well he’s out cold, we go back to the commentary desk.[/
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JH: Well this one’s been boiling over for the past month or so, and now finally Extreme Ninja #2 and Ghost will go head to head for the first time since Ghost’s debut.

CM: And we all remember how that one ended.

CL: Yeah well this is the one that counts. Kiss goodbye to your pussy Cruiserweight title guys, ‘cos Ghost is bringing the Flycore home.

[align=center]“Bitch is hardcore.”[/align]

CL: Damn right she is.

Gregg Henry’s accurate observation from the movie “Slither” leads us directly into the guitar heavy opening of Alice Cooper’s classic, “Poison”. Purple strobes search the dimmed arena for their muse as the song begins to build, only for it to plateau as Alice half sings, half speaks,

[align=center]“Your cruel, device
Your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill”
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By this point the crowd is in full jeer mode, though a contingent of NGIW lifers fight through them with a steady chorus of cheers for their favourite Hellcat as the strobes pick out her form on the stage. The lights come up with the chorus and she smirks at the fans displeasure, her V Flycore title freshly polished and resting on her pale shoulder, her ever present girlfriend at her side already taking offence to the verbal onslaught.

JH: Two out of three falls here tonight, the third fall being a Trial by Wire, which I believe is an invention of Ghost herself.

CL: It is. Basically, if we go to a third fall both the Cruiserweight and Flycore titles will be hooked up and suspended roughly twenty feet in the air. The entire ring will then be wrapped in barbed wire, the ropes, the turnbuckles, even the ladder they need to climb to make it to the belts.

[align=center]“I wanna to love you but I better not touch
(Don't touch)
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop
Wanna kiss you but I want it too much
(Too much)
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poisoooon!
You're poison running through my veins
You're poisoooon
And I don't wanna break these chains
Poisoooon!”
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CL: If we get to the third fall, we’ll witness only the second Trial by Wire match ever. The first being in The V where Ghost successfully defended that there belt against Pagan.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a CHAMPIONSHIP VERSUS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH and is scheduled for two out of three falls, with the third fall being a TRIAL BY WIRE!

The pair descend the small clump of steps and make their way toward the ring, Ghost a sauntering vision of focus, Ed flipping the bird and mouthing off to the ringside fans. She quickly jogs ahead of her lover and hops onto the apron where she sits on the middle rope and raises the top, allowing Ghost to duck through and enter the ring. Ed follows as the champion moves to ring centre and surveys the arena, a rougish smile still twisting her lips as she absorbs the jeers and cheers with impunity. She hands her beloved Flycore title belt off to Ed, receives a good luck kiss in return and moves to her corner as her girl drops down to a not-so-neutral position at ringside.

MA: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Ellywen Doyle, from Essex, England, weighing in at 130lbs, she is THE V FLYCORE CHAMPIOOOOOOOON, GHOOOOOOOOOOST!!!

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

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

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


CL: He’s gonna have to change his entrance music after tonight.

JH: Don’t count out the Ninja yet, after all Ghost doesn’t actually hold a victory over him yet.

CL: Yeah well that’s all about to change.

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

MA: And her opponent, being accompanied by Smarty Smark and the Paper Bag Man, from Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 200lbs, he is the FIW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIOOOOOON, EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOOOO!!!

Logan Black calls both opponents into the centre of the ring and explains the rules, which for once is a tad more complicated then ‘pin him’, but still neither seem to be taking much notice as they stare intently at each other. A smirk curls Ghost’s lips as the pair back off at the request of the ref and back onto their corners in preparation for the first fall. Logan calls for the bell…

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

JH: Here we go folks, first fall.

Both Ghost and Ninja begin to circle in the time honoured tradition, Ghost’s hardened grey orbs piercing the masked face of The second Ninja of Extreme. They circumnavigate the inside of the ring before one of them makes the first move. Ghost lunges forward with a low sweeping kick but the EN uses his ninja skills to deftly avoid her booted foot as it spins past his toes. She straightens up and quickly leans back and to the side as she dodges a quick retaliation in the form of a high kick from Ninja. The two resume circling for a few paces before both move forward with arms raised and lock into a tie up. They struggle from dominance before Ghost manages to pry the upper hand from her opponent and begins to force him back into the ropes. She pushes him into the cables and whips him out across the ring. She moves to meet him and takes him over with an Arm Drag! No! Ninja counters, lands on his feet and turns the move around on her, throwing her into the ropes with an Arm Drag of his own!

CL: Pfft, poncy arm drags. They ain’t gonna help you when you’re surrounded by barbed wire.

JH: If we get that far.

CL: You’re right, Ghost’ll have him beat in two falls.

JH: Not exactly what I meant.

Ghost is quick to her feet but the Ninja ain’t exactly slow as he darts in and pushes her into the cables. He whips her out much like she did to him and moves into the ring centre to await her rebound. She bounces off the opposite set of ropes and careers back towards him. Ninja ducks and lifts her up with a Back Body Drop, but Ghost counters! Ninja gets half way through the move when Ghost shifts her weight and brings herself back down, CRACKING Ninja’s masked face of her knee in the process! The Extreme one jerks back and stumbles before being taken DOWN by a standing Spinning Wheel Kick!

JH: These two are so well balanced, either one has the potential to become the undisputed flyweight champion of FIW, whichever title they deem to choose.

CL: They don’t look so well balanced when Ninja’s on the canvas hugging his face.

Ghost sprints into the ropes and uses the momentum she finds there to throw herself into a Leg Drop across the Ninja’s already aching face! His hands finds his nose and pat against his mask to see if any crimson has leaked through. None yet, but the night is still young. The Flycore champion leans over him and drags his ass up, keeping him compliant all the way with a few well placed strikes to his mask. She takes him by the back of his head and leads him toward the nearest corner, before SLAMMING his face into the top turnbuckle! She pulls him back and SLAMS him into it again, but before she can initiate a third, Logan Black is getting in her face and telling her to save it for the third fall.

JH: Logan Black actually doing his job for a change.

CL: Why did he have to start now?

Ghost seems annoyed by his presence and argues with the ref, drawing him away from the corner as Ed steps up onto the apron behind the groggy Ninja.

JH: Oh what’s this now?

CM: Ghost’s got the ref distracted so Ed’s lending her girl a hand. Bet she does a lot of that, eh? Eh? Get it?

JH: Yeah I got it, thanks.

Ninja raises his head from it’s slumped position over the top buckle and sees the beautiful Aussie grinning at him inanely…before raising her clenched fist and SOCKING him right on the nose! Ninja stumbles back, more from surprise then anything, and instinctively grabs his face. He looks at his hands, then to Ed, then his hands, then back to Ed, and then reaches out and grabs himself a handful of her flowing blonde locks and SLAMS her face first into the top turnbuckle pad!

CL: You can’t lay your hands on Ed! What about the Ninja code?

JH: Do Ninja’s have a code?

CL: Yes. Thou shalt not…smack around…hot…lesbo chicks.

Ed jerks back and flops off the apron, her almost lifeless body falling the ringside mats below. Ninja watches her drop but before he can turn around a furious Ghost pushes Logan aside and charges back into the corner! She throws her body onto his, which is not as hot as it sounds as she squashes him into the corner with an Avalanche Splash! Ninja spins round and manages to raise his forearms up to block the tirade of fists and forearms that are fired his way!

CM: I guess that’s what happens when you mess with Ghost’s woman.

CL: Karma. ‘Cos he broke the code. *nods*

Ghost is too busy throwing punches to realise that not all of them are landing, and it gives Ninja the opportunity to FIRE a quick knee into her gut! She stumbles backwards, winded momentarily as Ninja scoots out of the corner and SLAMS her face first into the top ‘buckle! She staggers backwards and Ninja takes a few steps back to give himself a run up, before LEAPFROGGING over her back and onto the very top of the turnbuckles! He glances behind him quick to pinpoint her position before leaping off backwards and landing on her shoulders, and from there he drags her back into a REVERSE HURRICANRANA!

JH: Beautiful move there from the Ninja! One of Ghost’s favourites too.

CL: He doesn’t even have anything original.

Ghost rolls onto her front and pushes herself onto all fours, those being her knees and elbows as her arms cradle her head. Ninja takes to his feet and wastes no time in charging in. He steps off Ghost’s back and leaps into the corner, landing on the middle rope like poetry in motion before hoping up onto the top of the turnbuckle and THROWING himself backwards into a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!! Ninja lands on Ghost’s back and FLATTENS her into the canvas!

JH: Ninja has claimed the advantage from Ghost, all because she let her emotion get the better of her.

CL: Ninja struck her woman, that would piss you off too. If you ever know the touch of a woman you’ll understand.

CM: HA! Burn!

CL: Oh shut up Chip, you know Ghost’s had more pussy then you too.

CM: …That’s cold. It’s true but it’s cold.

Ninja rolls Ghost onto her back and hooks up her leg. Logan drops into a count…

[align=center]One!

Two -- Kickout![/b][/align]

Ghost kicks out at two but the Ninja is undeterred. He drags Ghost up by her ashen locks and leads her over to the corner. He then scoops her up into a backdrop and sits on the top ‘buckles.

JH: A lot of top rope shenanigans in this match.

CM: Duh, cruiserweights?

JH: I’m just saying.

CM: Well don’t.

With Ghost seated on the top ropes Ninja leans her down into a Tree of Woe before dashing across the ring to retrieve his sign. He scribbles something on it before stepping out onto the apron and climbing up to the top.

CL: We all know you can talk, numb-nuts, you don’t need the friggin’ board anymore.

Ninja steadies himself on the top rope and as Ghost pulls her groggy form up to see what’s going on he raises the board up…

Ed: Peek-a-boo!

Ninja spins his head to see Ed standing behind him, but can’t react quick enough to stop her from SHOVING him off! She drops down to ringside as Smarty and PBM run over to her, but she drops into some crazy ass karate stance, waving knife edge chops around in the air in front of her to ward off her would be attackers. Confused and afraid, Smarty and PBM keep their distance.

CM: I hear all Lesbians are versed in Kung-Fu.

CL: That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard.

CM: It’s true, it’s so they can fight off the men.

Back in the ring, Ninja has landed on his feet and Ghost is still trying to free herself from her predicament. She glances around to find where her opponent has gotten too, only to spot him barrelling towards her and SLIDING Into her face with a low Dropkick! Ghost’s feet are knocked loose and she crumble to the canvas as Ninja retrieves his board and holds it over her. It of course reads “PEEK-A-BOO!”, but the moment kinda passed so he tosses the sign to the side and continues with the match. He reaches down and drags Ghost to her feet before shoving her back into the corner. He takes a few steps back and runs in, running up the ropes before grabbing her by the head and leaping out with a STUNNER!

JH: Ninja’s FLAOTING AND STINGING LIKE A -- Oh, never mind.

Ghost shoves him off and Ninja stumbles across the canvas! He spins round, into a MOONSAULT DROPKICK! He CRASHES back into the canvas but is quick to find his feet again, but rises straight into the waiting arms of Ghost of scoops him up into a backdrop. She flips him up and over, catching his head on the way down and DRIVING him into the canvas with the…

CL: SUPERBEAUTIFULMONSTER!!

Ninja’s face connects with the mat and he bounces off to the side as Ghost sits up, shaking the cobwebs loose as she takes a moment to recover.

JH: There really is no telling which way this match will go, and we haven’t even gotten our first fall yet.

Ghost pulls herself off the canvas and glances over at the Cruiserweight champion. She turns her gaze to the ropes and takes a run at them, throwing herself off them with enough momentum to spin herself through the air and CRUSH Ninja’s torso with a Spinning Elbow Drop!

JH: NEGASONIC TWENTY SOMETHING WARHEAD!

With the wind forced from his lungs Ninja rolls around on the canvas clutching at his gut, but Ghost gives him little time to recover. She fires a couple of well placed boots to his abdomen before dragging him back to his feet and repeating the process with a few boots to his gut. She then takes his wrist and whips him across the ring, catching him on the rebound with a Flapjack that sees him HUNG, gut first, across the top rope!

JH: Ghost is working that gut, driving the wind out of Ninja and making sure it stays out.

He collapses to the canvas and Ghost fires one last boot to his stomach before heading for the ropes. She steps out onto the apron and grips the top cable, leering down on her opponent with a cocky grin before she propels herself up onto the top rope! She spins as she jumps, landing in the perfect position to throw herself back with a Moonsault!

CL: ENGLISH SUMMER RAIN! FIRST FALL TO GHOST!

JH: NO! NINJA MOVED!!

Indeed he did! Ninja rolls out of the way at the last second and Ghost CRASHES AND BURNS into the canvas! Now it’s Ghost’s turn to clutch at her gut as she pulls herself to her knees in agony. The Ninja is already up to one knee and shaking away the cobwebs as she looks over at his opponent. He pulls himself up, staggering a little before making for the ropes behind Ghost and bouncing himself off them. He comes charging back in, steps off Ghost’s back and DRIVES his boot into her head!

JH: I STEP ON YOU!!!

CL: Fuck it!

Ghost drops to the canvas and the Ninja quickly makes the cover!

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Two!!

Three!!!
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the first fall goes to EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOO!!!

CL: That’s fine. Ghost’ll get this one, then we’re in her domain.

CM: If she takes this fall they’ll be reeling out the barbed wire.

Ninja takes a moment to raise his arms to the cheering fans as Logan checks on Ghost. As she comes round the realisation that the first fall has gotten away from her dawns on her and she slams her balled fist into the canvas. She takes to her feet and both competitors return to their corners where their entourages give them a few words of wisdom.

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JH: Onto the second fall. If Ninja wins this he wins the belt, whichever he chooses. If Ghost wins we’re onto a Trial by Wire.

Ghost lurches out of her corner, wiping away phantom blood from her lips as her opponent stalks out of his end of the ring. Ghost wastes little time and charges in, but the Ninja reacts with a Spinning Kick -- that flies over her head as she ducks and rolls and pops up behind him! Ninja spins round into a STIFF forearm smash that reels him backwards and Ghost floors him with a Dropkick before staggering back into the corner and clutching at her forehead.

JH: She may not have done herself any favours by running straight into this match, she’s obviously still feeling that Shining Stomp.

Ghost shakes it out and leans back into the turnbuckle, pulling herself up to the second rope as Ninja drags himself up to his feet. He shakes out his own cobwebs before turning round -- and into a Leaping DDT from Ghost!

CL: LEAP OF NO PARTICULAR FAITH!

Ninja’s head is DRIVEN into the canvas and Ghost wastes little time going for a cover.

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Two -- Kickout!
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JH: Ghost looking for a quick fall there.

CM: I think she wants to get this one out of the way and move straight onto the hardcore craziness that is the Trial by Wire match.

CL: Hell yeah she does. It’s her environment, her match, she freaking invented it!

Ghost releases her pin attempt and throws one leg over the Ninja’s body before lifting his head off the canvas with one hand and POUNDING on his masked face with the other! She fires merciless rights into the Ninja’s face before the Cruiserweight champion finds himself an opening in her flurry and pushes her aside. Both competitors roll off to different sides of the ring and take their feet. Ninja uses the ropes to stabilize himself before turning round, into a boot to the gut from Ghost! She hooks him into a front chancery and hooks up his arm!

CL: Here it comes! FADE TO --

JH: NO!

Ghost looks to plant her opponent with her trademark DDT but finds herself shoved off! She stumbles back across the ring and into the canvas as Ninja moves in for the kill -- but he’s stopped by Logan Black!

JH: What’s going on here?

CM: Ghost’s sitting on the canvas holding her ankle, I think she may have sprained it.

CL: That idiot Ninja, he already had the first fall why didn’t he just let her hit the Fade to White?

Logan checks on Ghost, who seems to be suffering from quite a bit of pain in her ankle as Ninja watches on. He cocks his head to the side trying to figure out Ghost’s game before turning to retrieve his board. But as he turns he comes face to face with Ed, holding his white board in her grasp with the word “Sucker” written on it in black pen. Before he can react she UPPERCUTS HIM WITH HIS OWN BOARD!

JH: Black you idiot turn around!

Ninja reels back and Ed discards the board before sticking him with a boot to the gut! She turns, hooks his head and drops to her knees, CRACKING his head off her shoulder in the process!

CL: PLATINUM STUNNER!!

JH: A kneeling Stunner from Ed! Oh and look, Ghost feels all better.

She shoves Logan aside as Ed slides from the ring, deftly avoiding the grasp of Smarty and PBM as Ghost spins Ninja into a gut boot! She hooks him up, and DROPS HIM WITH THE…

CL: FADE TO WHITE!!!

Ghost covers, and a bemused Logan counts!

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Two!!

Three!!!
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the second fall, GHOOOOOST!!!

Ghost rolls off to jeers from the crowd as she grins cockily over the fallen body of her opponent. Ninja pulls himself off the canvas realising what just happened and finds Smarty and PBM beckoning him over to the side of the ring.

JH: Well here we go folks. Both competitors must now leave the ring so that the Trial by Wire can be set in place.

CL: As you can see, the ring monkeys are wrapping the ropes and turnbuckles in barbed wire, and their bringing down a few ladders.

CM: If you look up you’ll see both the Flycore and Cruiserweight title belts strapped around that big ol’ loop up there. Whoever climbs the ladder and gets to the top first can pick whichever belt they want for themselves.

CL: But only one of the three ladders can reach it, that would be the one covered in barbed wire.

Ghost and Ed talk things over on their side of the ring while Smarty and PBM psyche up their Ninja. The belts are lowered, the ladders prepped and the ring well and truly covered in barbed wire.

CL: Let the Trial commence.

Both Ninja and Ghost slide gingerly back into the ring under the bottom rope, now clad in barbed wire, and take their places on either side of the squared circle. Three ladders have appeared on the outside, the largest of which covered from head to toe in barbed wire making for a painful ascent. Logan gives the word that they may start the third fall, but Ghost has already started! She shoots past the ref and spins into the air with a Spinning Wheel Kick that catches the Ninja off guard enough to send him staggering back into the corner! He arches his back in pain as the barbs shred his top but Ghost FLATTENS him back into them with a Standing Dropkick!

JH: In this kind of match even being whipped into the corner becomes a dangerous move.

Ghost pulls the Ninja off the barbs and pushes him into the wire wrapped ropes. She whips him off, tearing him off the steel points as she sends him hurtling across the ring into more of the same. The tension in the ropes works against the barbs and although they stick into the Ninja’s back he’s still propelled back out into the centre of the ring, where he stumbles to a stop as he clutches his torn up back. Ghost smirks as she drops to the canvas and slides to the outside.

CL: See? This is Ghost’s baby, she knows exactly how to use that wire.

She retrieves one of the smaller ladders and slides it into the ring - NO! Ninja Baseball Slides it back into Ghost’s jaw! She staggers back into the railings and Ninja drags the ladder into the ring before stopping to catch his breath. As Ghost clutches at her back, the Cruiserweight champion pulls the ladder up and leans it against one of he near turnbuckles at about a 45 degree angle. He takes a run up and dashes up the rungs! As Ghost staggers forward he FLIPS himself off the top and CRASHES into her with a MOONSAULT!

JH: Ninja takes Ghost down on the outside!

CL: The outside don’t mean shit.

Ninja pulls himself off the Flycore champion and takes a moment to compose himself. He picks up Ghost’s legs and turns his back on the ring, hitching her up before leaning back and TOSSING HER FACE FIRST INTO THE BOTTOM ROPE!! She yelps out in pain as the barbs cut at her face and she falls back to ringside!

CL: Holy shit! Her face, her beautiful face.

JH: She questioned how extreme he really is, well now she’s finding out!

Ninja reaches down and drags his opponent back to her feet. He slides her back into the ring and she rolls over onto her back, still clutching at her face as he pulls himself up onto the apron. From there he gingerly clutches at the top rope between the barbs as best he can, and spring himself up! He leaps off, spinning into a Senton --- as Ghost rolls out of the way! Ninja CRASHES into the canvas and Ghost rolls up to a knee, small cuts lining her face as she looks down on her opponent with furious anger. She pulls herself to her feet and heads to the corner to retrieve the ladder. She pulls it out, and SLAMS it down across the Ninja’s back as he tries to rise! It flattens him down to the canvas but the plucky little Ninja isn’t beaten yet. He pushes with all his might up onto all fours, but Ghost dashes up the ladder and flips into a STANDING MOONSAULT! She comes down on the ladder and CRUSHES Ninja into the canvas!

JH: Shades of the Remy-Sault as Ghost squishes Ninja into the mat.

Ghost pulls herself up and clutches at her gut after dropping across the steal. She takes a moment before heading for the ropes and sliding out of the ring. She calls Ed over to her, who seems concerned about the cuts on her face but Ghost just waves away her worry and points to the big, barbed wire wrapped ladder. They each take a side, carefully lifting it up and sliding it into the ring. Ed gives her girl an anxious glance as the Flycore champion slides in after it.

CL: Here we go. Ghost ain’t wasting anymore time here, she’s going for the silver.

CM: Well she might have to waste a bit more time as Ninja seems to be getting up.

As Ghost drags the ladder into ring centre she notices the rising Ninja, pushing the smaller ladder off his back as he struggles to his feet. Ghost leaves the barbed wire wrapped steps for a moment and move in on her opponent. She grabs his rising shoulder and spins him round to confront her. She places a HARD boot to his gut and hooks him into a chancery before throwing his arm over her head and THROWING him over with a Vertical Suplex…onto the BARBED WIRE LADDER!

CL: Awesome.

JH: The most simplest of moves, yet it’s just shredded up Ninja back even more!

Ghost peels the Ninja off the ladder and tosses his writhing corpse aside, the back of his shirt shredded and dyed a deep crimson. She reaches down and pulls the ladder up, carefully setting it up beneath the title belts. She gives it a shake to ensure it’s stability before -- NINJA CHARGES IN AND SPEARS HER ALL THE WAY INTO THE CORNER!

CM: Ninja’s alive!

Ghost is pinned into one of the barbed corners, her purdy dress hooked into the steal points as Ninja pulls himself back out. He glances around for a moment before spotting the smaller ladder laid out on the mat and heads over to scoop it up. He heaves it up as best he can and CHARGES into the corner, RAMMING it into Ghost’s gut and forcing her back onto the barbs even more! She screams out in pain as her back tastes the shards, but Ninja ain’t done yet. He takes the ladder and leans it up against Ghost, pushing it onto her before heading back across the ring. He drops into a football position ready to tackle the ladder into Ghost!

CL: Yeah, like that scrawny little runt ever played football.

CM: I think he’s about to.

Ninja takes off and THROWS himself at the ladder with an Avalanche Splash -- But Ghost pushes the ladder off her! Ninja scrambles hurriedly up the rungs as the ladder is pushed straight up and begins to fall back down, but Ninja makes it to the top and leaps off, landing on Ghost’s shoulders! He peels her off the barbs with a HURRICANRANA ONTO THE FALLEN LADDER!!

JH: What speed and skill displayed by the Cruiserweight champion!

Ninja wastes little time in grabbing the top rope, cutting up his hands in his hastiness but it doesn’t deter him from leaping onto the top cable and FLIPPING off with a MOONSAULT onto GHOST, onto the LADDER! He peels himself off the writhing Ghost and looks around, setting his sights on the already set up barbed wire ladder.

CM: Ninja’s going for gold!

The Extreme one heads over to the ladder and gazes up it’s barb wrapped rungs to the two belts hanging above it. One silver, one gold. Warily he places his foot on the first rung and begins a slow and steady climb to the very top.

JH: He’s off, but it’s gonna take him a while to navigate his way up that ladder.

CL: Well he ain’t got a while, ‘cos Ghost is stirring.

Ghost rolls off the smaller ladder clutching her stomach as she flips over onto her back. Through her blurry vision she spots the Ninja slowly ascending the taller ladder and with a burst of energy she reaches out and grabs the ropes. The barbs find her hands as she pulls herself up to her feet but she blocks out the pain and turns to take in the sight of her opponent progressing toward the belts. She scoops up the smaller ladder and stumbles over to the middle of the ring, where she sets it up next to the big one and begins to climb it. She makes faster progress then her opponent, who is finding it tricky navigating the barbs, and as he tugs his sleeve free from one of the rungs he turns to his left to see Ghost standing next to him!

CM: This isn’t going to end well.

CL: Depends on your definition of ‘well’.

Ghost fires a right hand into Ninja’s jaw and the cruiserweight champion reels. He balances himself enough to throw a left jab at Ghost and she too stumbles but manages to keep her footing. The two fight back and forth from their precarious perches, throwing fists and feet at each other as they try to knock the other down. Ninja fires a boot into Ghost’s gut, but she shoves it away and reaches out to grab the back of his mask, and SLAMS him face first into the barbed rung! He wobbles on his perch and Ghost peels his face back. She steps across onto his ladder and wraps an arm around his neck before leaping off and DRIVING HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A LEAPING BULLDOG!!!

JH: Ghost takes Ninja down from half way up that huge ladder! That must be at least a ten foot fall!

CL: And now Ghost’s free to take home the title that rightfully belongs to her!

Ghost pulls herself off the canvas and heads straight for the ladder. She steps up onto it with slightly less care then the Ninja did and begins to climb, but not before kicking her foot out and knocking down the other ladder.

CM: She’s getting rid of the other one, so that Ninja can’t try the same trick she did.

She heaves herself up the ladder, snagging her dress and her boots and her skin and her hair as she ascends the treacherous rungs. Smarty and PBM are slamming the apron on the outside and willing their boy to get back up. And he does! Ninja pulls himself up and glances around through blurry eyes. Ghost is no where to be seen, until that is, he looks up. Already powering up the ladder, Ghost is closing in on the prize, but Ninja finds his second wind and drags himself to his feet. He moves around to the other side of the ladder and starts climbing!

JH: Ninja’s back in this!

CL: He’ll never catch up to her now.

Ninja pushes through the pain and the barbs and drags himself up the ladder, but Ghost is too far ahead and -- NO! She’s snagged on the barbs! She’s tugging at her dress trying to free it from the points and it’s giving Ninja time to catch up. Ghost goes to work on the wire and yanks out a long strand, ripping it off her dress before discarding it to the canvas below. Finally free she looks up to see Ninja passing her on the other side. She kicks it up and gear and the two champions race each other to the top of the ladder.

CM: The suspense is killing me.

JH: It’s neck and neck, there’s no telling who’ll walk out with what strap.

Both parties make it to the top at the same time and Ghost LAUNCHES a STIFF right hand into Ninja’s face! He reels back, he loses his grip and -- no, he’s ok! Ghost reaches up for the Flycore title but Ninja FIRES a STIFF hand into her gut, doubling her over the top of the ladder. Ninja grabs her head and RAMS it into the barb wrapped top of the steel ladder! She jerks back, blooding spattering out of her forehead as she falls back! NO! She hooks her legs into the rungs and Ghost finds herself hung upside down at the top of the ladder!

CL: Come on woman! You can beat this little bitch!

She pulls herself up and sets about freeing her legs, but Ninja has made it to the top! He pauses, looks down on his opponent and LEAPS DOWN! He DRIVES his FEET INTO HER RISEN CHEST AND SENDS HER TOPPLING DOWN THE SIDE OF THE LADDER!!!!

JH: PEEK-A-BOO! FROM THE TOP OF THE FREAKIN’ LADDER!!!

CL: NOOO!!!

CM: HE HELD ON!!!

Ninja clings to the top of the ladder, his feet scrambling to find their footing as Ghost lies motionless and bleeding at the base of the structure. Smarty and PBM cheer their boy on as she heaves himself back up the rungs. He climbs to the very top, reaches out and unhooks the Flycore title all for himself!!!

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MA: Here is your winner, and the NEW FIW FLYCORE CHAMPIOOOOOOOON, EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The fans go wild as Ninja descends the ladder. Smarty and PBM gingerly clamber into the ring through the wire to greet him as he sets foot on canvas, while Ed rushes in to tend to her girl.

CL: I have no words.

JH: I’m a little unsure of what to say also. I’m glad Ninja won, but sad to see that the Cruiserweight title has been retired here tonight. Going forward the official Flyweight championship of FIW will be the Flycore title.

Ed brings Ghost round on the canvas as Ninja celebrates with his manager and his…erm, paper bag man. He pauses as he spies Ghost being helped to her feet by her girl, and just as Ed is about to lead her out of the ring the now former Flycore champion stops and turns to the belts new holder. The crowd hushes as the two come face to face.

CL: Kick him in the nuts and take back the title.

JH: These two have fought valiantly, it would be a shame to end this bout with a petty fight.

Ghost pulls herself away from Ed and stands on her own two feet as she stares into Ninja’s mask. She raises her hand and…holds it out for Ninja to shake. He stares at it for a moment, and ignoring Smarty’s warnings that it’s a trick he takes her hand and shakes it.

CL: Oh great, he’s turned Ghost into a pussy.

CM: You are what you eat.

CL: That why you’re such a cock?

CM: Hey!

JH: Well I think that’s a fine display of sportsmanship.

The crowd cheer them on as Ghost turns and exits the ring with her girl, leaving Ninja to celebrate his victory, and his new FIW Flycore championship. However Smarty Smark roughly grabs his hand by the wrist and spins the Ninja around. Smarty looks furious as he rants and raves at Ninja, PBM tries to stop him but Smarty swats him away. The fans jeer as Smarty swats Ninja upside the head and grabs the Flycore Championship, shaking his head no.

JH: What the hell is wrong with Smarty?

CL: Guess the bastard isn’t happy over the hand shake and Ninja keeping that belt.

CM: I’d much prefer the other one too, that one is scary.

He goes to snatch it out of Ninja’s hand, but EN #2 doesn’t let go of the championship as he stares at the fat man. Anger over flows Smarty’s face as it turns a bright red and he starts smacking Ninja as the fans continue to jeer. Slowly Extreme Ninja #2 lowers his head as Smarty continues to hurl insults at him and smack him. Finally he unleashes a monstrous open hand slap, but it never connects, Ninja grabs Smarty’s wrist as he slowly lifts up his head.

CM: I hope that scrawny guy isn’t about to do any thing stupid, you don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

JH: He just caught Smarty’s slap, about time Ninja stands up for himself!

CL: Some thing tells me porky is going to the deep fryer.

The manager of the superstars looks amazingly even more furious as he starts shouting at the top of his lungs at Ninja to let go. He struggles but can’t get his wrist free from Extreme Ninja #2 as he stares at Smarty. Suddenly he flings his head forward, head butting Smarty right in the face as he let’s go of his hand! The dazed Smarty stumbles back just in time for EN #2 to charge and clock him upside the head with the Flycore Championship to a tremendous cheer!

JH: Ninja struck Smarty! Ninja struck Smarty! NINJA STRUCK SMARTY SMARK!

CL: I think this partnership is terminated.

Extreme Ninja #2 looks down at Smarty Smark, whose nose is now bleeding and sighs mutedly before he looks up at PBM. Calmly he walks over to him and pats him on the shoulder before he exits the ring. His music resumes over the sound system as the home town fans cheer him on, chanting “Nin-ja” over and over. He turns around at the start of the entrance walk way and holds up the championship before going backstage while PBM checks on Smarty…

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We open this special pay-per-view feature with the sleeping face of 'The Scottish Highlander'. Beyond his head is a steel wall and he's leaning on a shoulder...the shoulder of Johnny!!!!! McPhee starts to stir and suddenly his eyes sping wide open. They shift from side to side as he wonders exactly where he is. He then turns his head and in the process nuzzles Johnny's shoulder. Johnny also opens his eyes and looks to his left as the two friends' eyes lock...

Willie: Ergh!

Johnny: Argh!

Will and Johnny both jump up startled! Willie dusts himself down and Johnny glares at him.

Willie: Whit ur ye doing!? Gie aff me! Ye big poof!

Johnny: Me???? You were on me!

Willie: Am ah 'at irresistible eh?

Johnny: Shut up! You were on top of me! This was just a sleepy accident, nothing else. We've both got girlfriends, there's no problem here.

But is there? Willie starts to look around.

Willie: Hang oan a minute, whaur th' feck ur we?

Johnny: Eh?

Both men look around to see boxes stacked up around them and the walls are steel with doors at the end, the lads are inside the back of a lorry! They appear confused and an engine starts, they are sent off blance and the confusion increases.

Johnny: Where are we?

Willie: Ah huvnae got a clue! Ah went tae sleep lest night in mah hotel room after a few bevvies!

The look on John's face shifts from one of confusion to one of realisation.

Johnny: My cunning and elaborate plan...

Willie: Ye twatting wha'?

Johnny: I was pissed, I don't remember!

Willie puts his hands on his hips as Johnny slumps down to sit on top of a box.

Johnny: It was a big plan...

Willie: What's bigger than Willie McPhee makin' his first LIVE FIW appearance? Wait, unless yoo've got me a canoe????

Johnny: No, Willie I haven't.

Willie: Bollocks.

The lorry begins to move, again throwing them off balance.

Willie: Belter. Aam supposed tae be makin' mah FIW debut oan pay-per-view nae less an' ah end up trapped in haur wi' ye two knobscratches.

Johnny: Two?

Willie points to the camera and John seems surprised.

Johnny: I never noticed him.

Willie: A common mistake. Anyway, what's in these boxes?

Willie kicks over a box of tins, he picks one up and shows it Johnny.

Willie: Beans an' sausage. An' what's thes?

He opens another box and pulls out a large crab. Meanwhile Johnny looks down beside him and picks up a bottle of champayne.

Willie: Crab an' champaygne? Whit is gonnae oan haur?

Johnny: Bang on the back of the cab, see if the driver can hear us.

McPhee walks through the stacks of boxes and begins to knock. Johnny looks up to see Willie holding a crab in his hand and is banging it.

Johnny: I said cab, not crab!

Willie mutters something under his breath and McPhee raises an eyebrow. John shakes his head and sighs loudly.

Willie: Ah cannae believe aam gonnae miss mah FIW deboot an' mah celebration dinner!

Johnny jumps up!

Johnny: That's it!

Willie: Whit noow?

Johnny: This is it! Your celebration dinner! This is it! Beans and sausage, crab and champayne! My elaborate and cunning plan!

Willie looks around in disbelief.

Willie: Whaur ur we havin' th' celebration dinner?

Johnny: At a hotel on the other side of Michigan.

Willie: You twat.

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The camera crew cuts to backstage just in time for them to catch a locker room door opening. Lucy, who is carrying a chain that is attached to a collar on her client and man toy, exits the room first. Shortly after her Xtreme Kitten walks out into the hall way, in his ring gear and looking ready to settle the score between Kennedy and himself. FIW’s Undisputed International Championship is resting around his neck and collar like a secondary one.

Quickly they start to head away from the locker rooms, Lucy grinning from to ear while XK looks like he is psyching himself up. Every few steps she has to give the chain leash a slight tug to make sure he doesn’t stop in the middle of the hall way. Many of the staff backstage have to nearly dive out of the way of the two as Lucy barrels on through. The camera pans to the side to reveal Kitten has taped to Lucy’s back a photo of him. A photo that is after immediately following Kennedy’s and his first match.


Xtreme Kitten: Get in ring, use boot, and get medical bill money. Get in ring, Meow, and get medical bill money. Get in ring, use boot, and get medical bill money. Get in ring, Meow, and get medical bill money.

She looks over her shoulder at XK as he continues to glare down at the photo taped to her back.

Lucy: Do you really need to say that out loud? It is kind of annoying.

Xtreme Kitten: Hush, you’re ruining my fantasy of watching me kick Blue’s face in and getting her money.

Quietly Lucy mutters under her breath so Kitten can’t hear as she turns her head back straight.

Lucy: At this rate it will be just a fantasy…

Sharply she turns the corner for the two and in mid-step suddenly applause starts up from off camera. This sudden show of hands smacking each other bring XK’s and Lucy’s attention away from the task at hand. XK’s face for some reason lights up in joy but just as quickly fades.

Xtreme Kitten: It’s you.

He says in a deflated tone as Onikage walks into the camera view, Lucy sighs to herself as the two men stare down each other. A bemused smile appears behind the leather mask that covers Onikage’s face.

Onikage: And whom did you think it was going to be?

Xtreme Kitten clutches his championship belt to make sure it doesn’t fall when he shrugs his shoulders.

Xtreme Kitten: ‘Figured it was my fan club of incredibly attractive women. The entire lot of them applauding me on the tremendous victory they know I’ll be obtaining shortly out there, they're precognitive you know. Plus each and every one of them giving me the keys to their rooms, so each one of them can experience a feline treat.

He gets a perverse grin on his face before Lucy smacks him upside the head with the chain.

Lucy: You don’t have a fan club, let alone a fan club of incredibly attractive women with the ability to see the future, idiot.

The UIC looks utterly shocked by this news as he stares down at Lucy while he rubs the back of his sore head.

Xtreme Kitten: I don’t?

She shakes her head no as he looks up and gets a thoughtful look behind his furry mask.

Xtreme Kitten: Hmm, well, I should have one, though with my luck it’ll be filled with a bunch of chubby guys that like wrestlers with foot fetishes.

Lucy and him shudder together at such a thought as the former tag partner of XK clears his throat, getting XK’s attention.

Xtreme Kitten: Oh, right, you’re here still.

Onikage: Yes, I just wanted to say bravo, your attempt at mocking me earlier, that was on level with a mentally challenged two year old.

Apparently this insult goes right over XK’s head as he just blinks at Onikage for a few moments before asking.

Xtreme Kitten: Is this two year old amazingly talented and extraordinarily handsome, not to mention an expert at the science of eight and a half limbs?

Onikage: Eight and a half?

Lucy: He doesn't use headbutts or takedowns enough putting him halfway between.

Xtreme Kitten: So is he?

Onikage: No.

Xtreme Kitten: Uh huh, so how do I compare to said two year old?

Onikage: I also came here to wish you good luck with your match up next, I’m sure you are going to need it. And perhaps later, I’ll see you and…

He knocks the knuckle of his index finger against the center plate of the UIC as it rests around XK’s neck.

Onikage: That's if Kennedy doesn’t manage to embarrass you again and send you to the hospital.

Xtreme Kitten takes a step forward, getting nearly mask to mask with the oddity as they glare into each other’s eyes. Roughly he pokes Onikage’s chest like he is trying to hurt him or at the very least make that part of his chest sore.

Xtreme Kitten: You touch my championship again and I’ll let you know how Graver felt by kicking that pig snout-

Xtreme Kitten looks at the nose section of Onikage's mask

Xtreme Kitten: back so it rest against you septum.

Onikage brings his own index finger back up and wags it at Kitten.

Onikage: Ah, ah, ah, while I’m sure I would enjoy putting your ego in an early grave. I will not waste the first piece of my collection on some one like you, besides. If I am not mistaken, was it not your love that had us place this truce between us?

Kitten sticks out his chest, knocking Onikage’s with his own and making him sway a bit as he continues to glare.

Xtreme Kitten: And who says I couldn't put up with her complaining about being broken?

Suddenly the two are split apart by two feminine hands as Lucy sticks herself between the two masked men. She smiles innocently at the two as they stop glaring at each other and look down at her.

Lucy: I suppose this would be a bad time to bring up my latest reunion shirt concept?

She immediately holds up a black t-shirt that on the front the R.I.P. The Ordinary image, however now the grave is dug open. Flipping it around reveals that the back shows both XK’s and Onikage’s mask, one on top of the other and over lapping one another.

Onikage: Do you ever do any thing besides take part in sadistic sexual actions with Wolfgang and plot ways to make more money for yourself?

Lucy: I also do things to make money, I don't just come up with a plan and bail on it half way through like you do.

Onikage: Hmm, in either case, I think we must part ways for right now. After all, I have a match to prepare for, and you…well, you have a match to get to, take care.

XK: You have match to get ready for? Don't you mean a masterpiece to plan?

XK sniggers obviously finding Onikage's new artistic slant humorous, while the newly artistic Straight Edge’er seems to not even flinch.

Onikage: Why yes, yes I do, though with my luck given what I have to work with, it might just become some thing similar to one of your creations…

He leans over at Lucy to Kitten and smiles smugly as he says in a near whisper.

Onikage: A hack job.

And with that Onikage turns away and starts heading in the direction of the locker rooms, leaving XK and Lucy all alone. Xtreme Kitten tightly grasps his championship belt as he watches his former best friend leave. Lucy sighs in relief as the pair left without violence occurring, she tugs on his leash and leads him towards the gorilla position as the camera cuts to ringside…

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JH: I honestly have no idea what to expect for the following match… two contrasting styles, two contrasting personalities…

CM: And with how both have been acting lately… sure to be a downright fight!

CL: That much is evident…

Michael Anderson, our humble ring announcer, takes centre stage with his cue cards as Mark Jackson stands in a neutral corner…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is a Grudge Match…

A low feedback buzzes through the speakers before 'Up Here' crashes into the system, bringing the crowd are on their feet as Kennedy steps through the curtain. She moves to the end of the stage, rebounding slightly as she gazes out at the fans in attendance. She makes her way towards the ring, stopping halfway to acknowledge the crowd‘s reaction for her.

MA: Making her way to the ring… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!!

Reaching the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to her feet. She rushes to the furthest turnbuckle, scaling it and raising an arm into the air to thousands of flashing bulbs. She drops back down to the mat, spinning around and rushing across the ring, up the opposite turnbuckle to another round of camera flashes. She eventually drops back down to the mat, turning to awaiting the start of the match.

MA: And making his way to the ring now… XTREME KITTEN!!!

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

[align=center]I clench my teeth and realize
My world is so near its demise
A dying sun in a poisonous sky
Stinging my eyes
Burning with contempt and conflict
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The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walks to the front of the stage and stops at the stairs as Lucy pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side.

[align=center]As of now
I am a tool
Of severe impact
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Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again kicks the fencing with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring; they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs.

[align=center]I clench my fist and visualize
The blood that is spilled is our own
I open wide my bloodshot eyes
Count the dead
A result of dysfunction
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Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish… with no time limit!

Some small portions of the crowd give a few cheers… evidently they don’t like matches going Broadway and take this as a good sign.

MA: And your referee is Mark Jackson…

Mixed response for the respected veteran referee of FIW…

MA: In the red corner… from Los Angeles, California and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds… please put your hands together for… KEN-NEHHH-DEEEE!!!!!

Yeppers… plenty of cheers for the woman scorned.

MA: And in the blue corner… accompanied to the ring by Lucy… from Shoal Bay, Australia and weighs in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds… XTREMMMMMMMMME KITTEN!!!

Yah, just as expected… the jeering that a heel can only get.

Michael Anderson leaves the ring as Mark Jackson asks both if they’re ready and signals for the bell to ring…


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Straight from the get go Kennedy comes running in and knocks Xtreme Kitten down with a flying dropkick!! Her much bigger opponent stumbles back to his feet to be met with another standing dropkick by the proverbial woman scorned of FIW!!

Xtreme Kitten rolls out of the ring to clear the cobwebs as Kennedy gets back to her feet as the crowd becomes to come alive for the match, even in the starting minute.

JH: Fantastic pair of dropkicks by Kennedy!!

Xtreme Kitten is warned by Mark Jackson to get back into the ring before Jackson is forced to start the compulsory ten count.

However, Jackson doesn’t even get to start the count before Xtreme Kitten rolls back into the ring before beginning to circle around his smaller adversary.

JH: I’m surprised that Kitten wasn’t a little more wary of Kennedy with the way they’ve been antagonising each other lately…

CM: Well, you can never afford to let your guard down to a woman like Kennedy… believe me, I should know.

CL: Don’t tell me… it involves you, a cheap motel room, a bottle of tequila, a bullwhip and someone you picked up on the corner of Swanson and Richard?

CM: Uh… close… it was a bottle of vodka and lime.

CL: Ugh… Jehovah help me…

Xtreme Kitten stalks around the ring, giving the ear on his mask a slight scratch before motioning for the Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock.

Wearily Kennedy takes both hands, tying up in the famed “test of strength” and obviously the strength advantage lies in Xtreme Kitten as she quickly gets overpowered…

But Kennedy rolls backwards onto her back placing both of her feet in the stomach area of Xtreme Kitten, carefully keeping both shoulders off the canvas… XK’s instinctive reaction is to pull back to get back from the leant over position but in the process of doing so allows Kennedy to manipulate the momentum in weight that Kitten has over her to spring up onto the masked wrestler’s shoulders using his hips and takes him down with a hurracanrana!! The fans clap in approval of the luchadore-esque manoeuvre!!

CL: Agh, flippy stuff!! My eyes!!

JH: Unbelievable leverage counter by Kennedy!

Xtreme Kitten immediately gets back up from the takedown but runs straight into a School Girl roll-up by Kennedy!!!


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TWO!!!

KICKOUT!!
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CM: Damn! So close!

Xtreme Kitten, once again, rolls to the outside to regain his composure and think over strategy… Kennedy steadies herself inside the ring before getting a head of steam off the ropes and charges towards Xtreme Kitten on the outside!

CL: Not again, please…

JH: SUICIDE-

But no! Xtreme Kitten ducks… but Kennedy also stops before grabbing hold of the ropes in preparation to vault…

Xtreme Kitten looks up confused as to why there were no sounds of California chicks hitting the floor on the outside…

JH: PESCADO-

But no! Xtreme Kitten ducks again! And Kennedy lands on the apron… she waits for Xtreme Kitten again to look up before kicking him dead in the face!

Kennedy hops off the apron before hitting an Irish Whip towards the steel guardrail, sending the masked wrestler into the unforgiving steel barricade!

Kennedy grabs XK back his furry mask before throwing him back into the ring and follows him in…

JH: Kennedy taking it back into the ring… the only place where pinfall or submissions will count.

CL: Talk about calling the obvious…

Kennedy gets back up as Xtreme Kitten does to… Xtreme Kitten, probably out of desperation, administers the international trade equaliser… the thumb to the eyes much to Mark Jackson’s disapproval before striking his smaller adversary with a series of right-handed forearm shots across the small of the jaw!

Xtreme Kitten grabs Kennedy by the hair before sending her straight down to the mat with a sickening splat on the canvas!!

CM: Ohh… that looked nasty…

CL: Please be blood, for Buddha’s sake…

Xtreme Kitten doesn’t let up after that… he begins to pummel Kennedy with soccer-style kicks to the side of the head which Kennedy does her back to cover up her ears with to prevent any ruptures of the ear drum.

Xtreme Kitten then gets a head of steam off the ropes and drops a snapping Elbow Drop in the style of Kenji Mutoh before turning Kennedy over for a cross-press pin.


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TWO!! WAIT, NO… NOT EVEN TWO
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Not even letting up on his offensive, Xtreme Kitten applies the full mount on Kennedy…

CM: Oooh!

No… not that, you fucking pervert… the MMA style sprawl.

CM: Crap-cakes!

Once there Xtreme Kitten begins to pound away at the jaw of Miss Kennedy with forearm after forearm after forearm… and only after that gets back up to slam his knee down into the side of her head!!

JH: Short knee drop by Xtreme Kitten!

XK drags Kennedy back to her feet and headbutts her back up into a corner turnbuckle… the protégé of Kitten Mask then starts to viciously headbutt away at the cranium of his opponent for what feel like an eternity as the crowd reacts after each and every shot…

Crowd: OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!

However, Kitten’s attempts to scramble the brains of his smaller adversary prove to be taking a toll on himself as well as his opponent as he finally delivers a headbutt that sends Kennedy down on the canvas, leaving him on dream street!

XK isn’t done yet… he lifts Kennedy back up and whips her from the turnbuckle to the ring ropes, a move which not many people think is possible but it is, before leaning over for a Back Body Drop and ends up taking a Swinging Neckbreaker from Miss Kennedy Sommers!

CL: NECK BREAKAAAAAAHHH!!!

Kennedy gets back up, dragging XK along with her before whipping him to the ropes… but it gets reversed by XK who then cuts her off with a Jumping Knee Strike that he calls “Kao Dode” for reasons unknown to me as I don’t speak the language of the Swiss.

XK, in an act of disrespect, rakes his boot laces across the eyes of his smaller opponent before dropping another knee across the throat of Kennedy for good measure!

The crowd shows their displeasure for the masked wrestler with a round of jeers as well as a slight smattering of “Xtreme Pussy” by those who may have liked Dean Venchenzo when he was in the commentator’s desk.

Xtreme Kitten lifts the former Duel Crown Champion to her feet, which she has trouble staying on being just levelling her with a devastating roundhouse kick to the side of the head, sending her back down like a tree trunk!!!

CL: STIFF ASSSSS!!!!

JH: HELLO, KITTY!!

CM: Jesus… more like “Hello, my name is Kitten’s right boot… gimmie a kiss, you know you wanna!!”

XK doesn’t go for the cover though… instead he orders that Mark Jackson start a knock-out count. Jackson passes a odd glance at XK’s request but nonetheless starts the count in case Kennedy isn’t able to continue…


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Two…

Three…

Four…
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Kennedy starts to stir and push her body up to get to a vertical base…


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Six…

Seven…
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Kennedy make it to her feet to a round of applause by the Detroit crowd…

JH: Kennedy has no quit!

Infuriated XK then delivers an equally brutal strike to the back of Kennedy’s head… this time a Spinning Back Fist strike known by Puro Marks as the Uraken then puts Kennedy onto one knee as she passionately tries to fight back much to the surprise of her opponent…

CM: Oh, my!

JH: She’s not going to give up that easily! She will not go down without a fight!

Xtreme Kitten takes a running start before just kicking Kennedy dead in the face with a Yakuza Boot which sends her back down to the canvas!!

Kitten then orders that Mike Jackson start the knock-out count once again on her… feeling that the kick to the face did the job for Kennedy’s… no, no… kayfabe! Kayfabe!


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Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Six…
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Kennedy starts to slowly sit back up…


[align=center]Seven…

Eight…
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Kennedy is on one knee…


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And…



She’s back up!!

JH: I’ve said it on more than one occasion in my lifetime… this woman has more intestinal fortitude than anyone I’ve ever seen before!

CL: If Kitten kicks her in the face again, she’s going to have more missing teeth than anyone you’ve ever seen before.

Xtreme Kitten looks dumbfounded that Kennedy was able to get back up after his kicks… but doesn’t let up and backs his smaller adversary up into the corner turnbuckle with several chops across the wind-pipe region before starting to ram his shoulder into the midsection of Kennedy Sommers!!

She gets knocked down hard into the bottom turnbuckle before Xtreme Kitten begins to rake the sole of his boot across her face repeatedly…

JH: Oh, we know where this is going to lead up to…

CM: Face Washer!

Kitten takes a running start before just kicking Miss Kennedy mercilessly across her face… Kitten asks the fans for another one before running back and kicking her in the face once again with the Running Boot Scrape!

He asks for another and gets a “One More Time” chant to which he runs back… and stops half-way to a series of boos by the crowd.

That “Xtreme Pussy” chant starts up again, this time more prominent so that the masked protégé of Kitten Mask can hear it.

He steps out with one leg onto the apron to jaw-jack with the fans as Kennedy favours her jaw as she tries to get up using the middle rope which, yes, Kitten has one leg over as he gives the fans a piece of his mind.

However, possibly due to dizziness on her part, Kennedy slips off the middle rope which twangs up and straight into… yah… and Kitten isn’t too pleased about THAT, ladies and gentlemen.

CM: OUCH!!

JH: I’m guessing that Xtreme Kitten will be wishing he’d been neutered before this match started.

CM: Well… if he wasn’t before, he certainly is now.

Xtreme Kitten does that whole chicken-walk sell that some heels do… hands firmly placed on his family jewels as Kennedy starts to get back up in a house of fire!!

Kitten turns right around into a brutal slap across the face by Miss Kennedy Sommers!! Kitten responds with one of his own!! Kennedy fires back with another! Kitten does as well! Kennedy! Kitten! Kennedy! Kitten!

CL: What is it with these Royal Roses comebacks that Toan’s been doing since he started writing again?

JH: OH, MY GAHD!!! STRIKE AFTER STRIKE AFTER STRIKE!!!

CL: Hello? Are you listening to me?

CM: No. Shut up and go play on Fire Pro or something…

The slapping exchange comes to a close to be replaced with an exchange of right-handed punches by Kennedy and forearm smashes by Kitten though his forearms in his state don’t have as much impact as they would usually due to Kitten being on rubbery legs, causing him to lean over subconsciously… which leads to Kennedy swinging back her foot at Kitten with the-

JH: JFK!! JFK!! JFK!!!

-and sends Xtreme Kitten down on the canvas for Kennedy to hook the leg!!


[align=center]ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR- NO!!!
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CM: UH-UH!! NOT TONIGHT, KENNEDY!!

CL: Oh, for Chuthulu’s sake… not Dave Prazak quotes…

Kennedy gets back up and starts to slowly drag Xtreme Kitten back to his feet… though the effects of the JFK are still eminent in him as his feet look to be struggling to hold his balance though Kennedy is able to prop him up in a corner turnbuckle before walking towards the one parallel to him as XK begins to count the birds, stars and little anime versions of Kennedy spinning around his head…

JH: What could be going on here?

CL: The end is near… I can feel it.

CM: Would you mind taking your hand off my John Thomas?

CL: Shit… sorry.

Kennedy comes running in full speed towards the turnbuckle before jumping up, springing off the knee and smacking Xtreme Kitten dead in the face with the…

JH: SHIIIIIIIIIINING-

CL: -WIZAAAAAAAAAAAAARDAH!!!!

Kennedy springs out of the corner like a cat and backs up, letting Xtreme Kitten stumble out of the corner before slumping down on one knee in the centre of the ring…

JH: Oh, God… this is the end right here!!

Kennedy sees the opportunity in front of her before getting a running start, using the ropes to get a head of steam and delivers an ear-splitting crack as her knee strikes Xtreme Kitten in the face once again with-

JH: THE SHOTTTTTTTTTTTTAHHH!!!!

But Kennedy seems to have hit it with such force she flies over Kitten’s carcass and lands banging her head on the canvas… she clutches at the back of her head, kicking her legs out of instinct as Mark Jackson looks on before deciding the best course of action would be to administer the double knock-out count…


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TWO….

THREE….

FOUR….

FIVE….

SIX….
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Both Xtreme Kitten and Kennedy start to stir…


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XK and Kennedy both start to get onto their knees…


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Xtreme Kitten is on both feet but only starting to lean up as Kennedy is struggling to get up onto both feet, still on one knee…


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Xtreme Kitten leans up but his eyes roll back into his head, sending him falling back down to the canvas as Kennedy gets on both feet and leans up.


[align=center]TEN!!!!![/align]


Mark Jackson signals for the bell and raises Kennedy’s hand!!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner! KEEEEEEEENNNNNNEEEEEEEDDDDDYYYYYYY!!!
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JH: We are only just two matches away from the main event and already this event has been an epic show!

CL: It was good, wouldn’t say epic per say.

CM: Luckily for me there has been in two of the three matches so far a hot piece of ass to keep me distracted.

CL: And once again lucky for you, as Kailey’s in the match.

CM: What an ass it is…mmmhmmmm…

JH: Not to mention Onikage who has under gone a strange transformation in the last week, so who knows what we have in store with this match.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the next scheduled match on Hellraise, two thousand and six is set for a thirty minute time limit. It is one fall to a finish and it is a no disqualification and no holds barred match. The official for this contest is The Truth!


CL: I wouldn’t exactly call it strange, at least to me.

CM: Are you familiar with it or some thing?

JH: We are finally going to settle this dispute that can be trailed back to starting last October.

CL: That’s one way to put it, yeah, familiar with this side of the bastard.

JH: Is this all apart of your personal vendetta against the man you refuse to explain?

CM: Probably, but sssh, Kailey’s coming out.


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


CM: She seems to be in good spirits given the fact that she’s going one on one with a freak.

JH: Kailey is always ready to greet the fans, even when she isn’t in the greatest of moods.

CL: Maybe she should go watch another date movie with Toby, since all that sappy stuff isn’t going to help her any in a match like this.

JH: Don’t underestimate her, Conse, Kailey might not look it, but she’s been put through some intense battles over the years and held her own.

CM: Yup, I remember that cage match she had a few months back even that was pretty brutal.

CL: I don’t think you guys fucking grasp what he is ready to do, but fair enough, at the very least if I’m wrong, I’ll be happy to see that ass hole get beat.


A soft yet haunting 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 lights become a soft blue as the soft yet haunting tune slowly becomes distorted and it takes a few moments for it to clear up. Once it does, it sounds like it has seemingly transited from one melody to another as a new man’s voice sings.

[align=center]The shadow within me…
The sorrow at my feet…
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As soon as the last word is uttered the music picks up and the quick paced yet harmonic song “Simple Survival” kicks in. The ReVolTron springs to life with various images of Onikage’s in-ring career as well as various disturbing and distorted images. Jeers shower the arena from the fans packing it as they await the arrival of the man.

[align=center]The shadow within me…
The sorrow at my feet…

The shadow within me…
Gonna lead the revival…

No Simple Survival for me
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Within the sea of humanity a small reaction from people on the bottom level occurs, many of them trying to make it to a center point within the sea. Slowly a figure becomes visible in with all of these FIW fans, a figure that is getting a heated welcome. The enigmatic masked man pushes his way through them, making it to the fencing. He leaps over it and slides into the ring, the Savior of Sorrow soaking in all of this hatred. Onikage sits in the corner as he leans his head back against the middle turnbuckle.


JH: It would seem more than his stances have changed.

CL: Do you like stating the fucking obvious or what?

CM: Wonder where all of his students are…

CL: Obviously not here, dib shit.

JH: Hopefully this man gets what he deserves tonight none the less.

CM: God damn this song, it is getting stuck in my head.


MA: Introducing the competitors…She hails from Nashville, Tennessee and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty seven pounds, and stands at five feet and eight inches…SHE! IS! KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEY LLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNE~!!!


The fans cheer and chant “Ka-i-lee” as Lane stares directly across the ring at her opponent, not acknowledging her welcomed reaction.


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


And the fans’ reaction is the polar opposite for her foe, showering him with jeers as he calmly sits in his corner.


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The bell rings only twice before Kailey rushes from her side of the ring to Onikage’s side, leaping into the air. She attempts to greet him with a high knee, but the larger of the two side steps it and grabs the back of her head. He guides her and gracefully slams her skull first into the top turnbuckle, sending her skull springing off of it like a pin ball. Lane’s body slumps against the top rope as she tries to catch her breathe while Onikage starts to climb the corner.

CL: She jumped in and found no fucking water in the pool.

CM: What’s the old saying, only fools rush in?

JH: Kailey Lane is far from a fool, Chip.

CM: Could’ve fooled me with how she took that face plant into clothe and steel.

CL: And what is that masked monkey up to?

JH: I’m not quite sure, but he is climbing the turnbuckle.

Carefully the sXe Artist walks across the ropes and hooks his legs around Kailey’s arms, turning the two of them and sending himself over the top rope. Luckily for him due to hooking the southern belle’s arms he keeps himself from falling head first. Quickly as he hangs upside down he snatches a hold of Lane’s legs, yanking them under the bottom rope. Kailey cries out in pain as Onikage tightens his hold on this utterly strange looking submission as The Truth checks her.

CM: What the hell is he doing?! He is hanging upside down and looks like he is trying to snap Kailey’s legs and arms off!

JH: It would appear that he is using a upside down ropes assisted boston crab, more commonly known by it’s Japanese name, the Tarantula.

CL: Shit, don’t even see that often on the Horrorcore scene.

JH: It is a deadly move, and one that is only legal in a environment like this one where no submission holds are barred.

CM: If Onikage starts spraying mist too, I’m outta here.

CL: You won’t be going any where, bitch.

Kailey shakes her head furiously as she winces and groans, and growls in agony as the masked oddity tightens the submission hold. The Truth even looking on a bit uncomfortably as Lane’s body stretches in a manner it probably shouldn’t. Silver Dome’s attendance jeers loudly as our anti-hero keeps the submission locked in, only every few moments asking the referee to check her. As soon as the referee tells him the results, Onikage further stretches Kailey, amazingly wrenching the hold on even tighter.

JH: This is horrible! Kailey is in serious trouble if this submission isn’t broken!

CL: Yeah, no shit, I think we could’ve figured that one out for ourselves thanks.

CM: Ya know, it’s strange…this is kind of turning me on.

CL: …And I thought some of the people down at Texas were fucked up.

JH: In either case it would be tragic if this match ended so soon!

Slowly, gritting her teeth and fighting through the pain, Kailey starts to try to un-stretch her limbs, ironically stretching Onikage’s. The two battles for dominance in this exchange, but of course being the bigger of the two, the oddity is winning. Winning until the FIW Diva uses her agility and flexibility, managing to gain a bit of edge. She keeps it just long enough to slip her arms and legs free, sending the Savior of Sorrow onto the apron.

CL: Ha, ha! She escaped the hold!

JH: I have to admit, even I was worried there for a moment Kailey might not survive the hold.

CM: Thought I saw some thing come out of his mouth, wonder if the tumble made Onikage lose a tooth.

CL: He deserves it, the fucker has caused enough grief in this already depressing as hell world.

CM: Hopefully Kailey can take advantage of him being down.

JH: Yes, while she escaped the hold, she is far from being out of the woods yet.

With a bit of a woozy head the southern belle pushes herself up to her hands and knees, shaking her head to rid it of the cobwebs. Out of the very corner of her eye she notices Onikage’s body start to stir out on the apron. He grabs a hold of the middle rope and uses it to start to pull his body up to its feet. Immediately she turns around and sprints at the ropes, she dives over the top rope, tackling Onikage and her right off of the apron!

CM: Great googly boogly!

CL: Air Kailey just tackled the bastard right off into the air!

JH: Good god! At this rate those two are going to land in some one’s lap in the front row!

CL: Why didn’t any one tell me it was take a wrestler home with you day?

CM: It is?! Sweet! Kennedy is so the one I’m taking home.

JH: Chip, he was jo…oh never mind.

They fly through the air as Lane tightly clutches Onikage, making sure he isn’t going any where any time soon as the fans go nuts. Back first he collides with the barricade fencing as the top of her skull collides with it as she tackles him. Gently both slump down to the floor, Onikage sitting as Lane’s body rests limply over his. Truth almost jumps right out from between the top and middle rope as he lands on the outside, looking at both the wrestlers.

JH: And now both man and woman are down!

CL: But this certainly isn’t any Adam and fucking Eve.

CM: By the pictures I’ve seen of her, I’d say Kailey is definitely an upgrade from Eve though.

JH: I think he meant that these two aren’t lovers and Kailey certainly isn’t made from Onikage.

CM: Ew, that’d be creepy, like incest only stranger.

CL: Oh, so like your parents then?

Out of the two of them it is Kailey Lane that is the first one to show signs of life as she rolls over onto her back, staring up at all the pretty lights. With possibly a birdie or star or two circling her head, Lane gets up to her feet. Also she grabs a few locks of the masked one’s black locks, trying her hardest to pull him up to his feet. She only gets him half way before her muscles give way, but she manages to catch him before he falls completely.

CL: And this is where the size difference will take affect, no one can expect her to lift a man his size, let alone as chubby as him.

CM: Well, she seems to be doing a pretty good job of it.

JH: Kailey does have a whole lot of heart and fight in her, this fight isn’t over yet for her.

CM: Want to bust out any more cliché’s while you’re at it, Bitchen?

CL: Yeah, seriously, what are you, a walking book of cliché’s?

JH: Excuse me for actually trying to have one of us doing our job as opposed to talking about to a man’s body fat.

Frustration overtakes the southern gal as she slams Onikage skull first into the top of the fencing, trying to keep him dazed while she thinks things out. After that sickening thud she slowly drags him back towards the apron, with a bit of effort getting him up onto it. She rolls him in under the bottom rope as she kneels down, looking through the under workings of the ring. Finally after a few moments she stands up with what appears to be a bag of goodies she found, and not the candy kind of goodies either.

CM: Who in their right mind would place a bag with those kind of contents under the ring?

CL: You’ve never seen NGIW I take it?

JH: I don’t think a lot of us have ever seen it.

CM: Of course I haven’t, if I wanted an extreme match, I’d watch Slam.

JH: I personally don’t really care for eith-

CL: BUWHAHAHAHAHAHA! Slam, an extreme match, that’s a good one! Oh fuck, man, that is hil-fucking-arious! Shit, you missed your calling, Chip; you should’ve been a stand up!

A dark look covers her facial features as she enters the ring with the bag; she unzips it and starts to rummage through it. It only takes her a few moments to find some thing to her liking, a pair of kendo sticks. Slowly Onikage starts to get to his feet as she stands over him, twirling the dual practice weapons. She gets his attention and tosses him one of them; he catches it just in time to see her charge.

JH: What on Earth is she doing?!

CL: Well…by the looks of it, she is challenging Onikage to a duel.

CM: Sweet! Maybe we’ll see some cool light saber like action!

JH: Normally I wouldn’t approve of such tactics bu-

CM: No one cares about your opinion.

CL: Yeah, fuck, let’s see a fucking duel!

Lane swings her kendo stick only for her larger foe to meet her’s on, the two would be swords clashing with one another. They swings back and both attempt to slash at the other again and once more the crack of the two colliding rings out. However this time she pushes forward, trying to over power the masked oddity’s wood made weapon. Sadly reality becomes apparent that he is stronger than her as he pushes back and starts to gain a strong hold, leaning her back.

CL: So, a duel with kendo sticks, is this a first in FIW?

JH: I’d say so, I’d think I’d recall if this happened any other time!

CM: Go Obi Won-Kailey! Get Darth Onikage, get ‘em!

CL: Whoa, whoa, whoa, the Sith are far too cool for Onikage to be apart of them.

CM: You’re right.

JH: What would that make him then, Jar Jar Binks?

She grits her teeth as she hisses at him while he leans her further and further back, the kendo sticks nearly pressing against her throat. In a burst of adrenaline she pushes forward and bursts free from her situation as she sends him staggering back. Not letting him regain his balance, she charges at him with her kendo stick as she releases a battle cry. With possibly all of her strength she unloads a mighty swing only for the sXe Artist to leap over the kendo stick.

CM: This is getting really intense!

CL: Kailey’s still yet to actually land a hit on him.

JH: Though, he’s yet to score a hit on her either.

CL: I’m not quite sure what is stranger, the fact that we all agree on our dislike for Onikage or that you’re actually right for once, Bitchen.

CM: Hey! You’re right!

JH: Gee, thanks guys.

In mid-air he shoots out his leg, connecting with a spinning heel kick to her hands, knocking the kendo stick right out of them. Swiftly he tosses his own to the side and barrels towards her, drilling her in the skull with a running pump kick. With a thud she hits the canvas as he strolls over towards the bag she brought into the ring. He kneels down beside it and picks it up, placing it on his knee as he looks through it.

JH: What the, is Onikage actually going to use a weapon?

CM: Wow, after all his talks about hacks and that crap, he is using a weapon.

CL: Not that big of a shock to me, then again I know what to expect from this side of him.

CM: Then again, technically I guess one could count the kendo stick as a weapon too and he used it.

JH: That is true, Chip.

CL: Aaaaaand you two catch up to two minutes ago, congratulations.

A hush falls over the crowd as Onikage pulls out of the bag after a few moments an item most wouldn’t expect, a rope. He hunches over and seems to be up to some thing with it as Kailey starts to stir, rolling over onto her gut. She starts crawling towards his kneeling figure while she glares at him, even now ready for a fight. Quietly she gets up to her feet and makes her way across the rest of the space between them, only to get an elbow to the mid-section.

CL: Kailey’s got some ninja skills too it would seem.

CM: Yeah, too bad that they didn’t help her out.

JH: What is Onikage up to with that piece of rope though?

CM: What do I look like, Psychic Hotline?

CL: You do kind of look like Miss Cleo.

JH: Especially in the chin area.

Calmly he stands up as Kailey’s eyes widen and her body doubles over, her gasping for air as her hands clutch her mid-section. She doesn’t even see it coming when he grabs her and wraps the noose around her neck. Quickly he tightens the noose on her as a smirk creeps over his face behind the mask, kneeing her back. With her in a weakened state, he charges forward with her and in the blink of a moment tosses her right over the top rope!

CM: What the hell?!

JH: Oh my god! It was a noose; he tied a god damn noose!

CL: Wow, if it wasn’t for my extreme hatred for him, I’d be friggin’ happy as can be. Not only do I get to see tonight some one get crucified, but I get to see some one get hung, it’s like the good ole days.

JH: This is sick! Is this his great master plan?!

CL: Well, it would make her a tragic heroine if she was hung.

CM: That would be fucking sweet!

After her body is over the top rope Kailey swings to and fro, her face turning to one of horror as she gasps and gags for air. Instinctively her hands shot up and grasp the noose, holding it tightly as the fans gasp collectively in fright. Onikage tightly holds onto the end of the rope back in the ring as Lane’s body slowly stops swinging. The Truth quickly rushes to the ropes and asks Kailey if she wants to give up, but gets no answer from the Diva.

JH: God damn it! What kind of sickening act is this?! Doesn’t he understand that he is holding in his hands another human being’s life?!

CL: Yeah, he understands, he just doesn’t fucking care in the sake of his art is the problem.

CM: If I were the referee, I’d do some thing quick before she ends up dying on us.

CL: Oh, gee, that’ll be simple, he can just ask nicely for Onikage to let go of the rope and I’m sure he will.

JH: Conse, this is no time for sarcasm, she might die god damn it!

CM: I guess since he saw some one else die in the ring before he thinks it makes it okay for it to happen here!

The Truth turns around and tries to talk Onikage into letting go of the rope only for the masked man to shove the referee to the side. He tightens his grip on the rope as the only sounds are Kailey’s gags and gasps and Truth’s pleads with the artist. But, despite his pleads, it just isn’t registering in Onikage’s skull as he allows the mortal coil on Kailey to fade. FIW’s very own Magician looks almost ready to call for the bell to end this when a noise engulfs the arena.

CL: What the fuck was that? Was that your mom, Bitchen?

JH: Ha, ha, not funny.

CM: Look guys!

JH: Good god! It is Kailey, she is struggling to get free again!

CL: Smart move on her part.

CM: Would’ve been cooler if it was Hitchen’s mom though.

FIW’s Southern Belle’s hands are holding the rope almost as tightly as Onikage’s as she starts yanking on the noose. At first it shows no affects, but steadily it starts to make his feet skid across the canvas and get her closer to the floor. Onikage roars in protest and tries to regain his footing, except Kailey doesn’t allow that to happen. With a thud finally Kailey manages to get the rope to slip from his hands and allow her down to the ground.

CM: That was a close one, a few more seconds of that and I think we would’ve had to find a undertaker for her.

JH: Luckily for all of us, we won’t have to find a casket for Kailey quite yet.

CL: If you ask me, it looks like she jumped out of the frying pan and into the fucking fire.

JH: What do you mean by that?

CL: Well, the freak looks far from happy about this.

CM: I can see why, she kind of ruined his potential masterpiece.

Onikage dives out of the ring under the top rope and tackles Kailey to the floor, his eyes almost glowing with rage. He unleashes elbow strike after elbow strike on her as Lane tries to put her arms up to shield herself from the assault on her skull. None the less he keeps swinging and adds more and more bruises to her peach shade skin. Sadly for the masked oddity, she doesn’t become a victim once more of his elbow strikes as she slips out from under him.

JH: Kailey avoided the elbows that have taken Graver, JJ as well as her as it’s victims!

CM: Awww, I was hoping to see another blood fountain like he made Graver and JJ into with them.

CL: You think you’re disappointed? Those amounts of blood were nearly orgasm worthy for me.

CM: Ew, too much information, Conse.

JH: I’d have to agree.

CL: Negative, too much information would be that I have a collection of old NGIW and V tapes that I choose the most bloodiest bouts for masturbation material.

Barely is she up to her feet before he gets up to his feet and grabs her by the back of her shirt, leading her along the ringside area. He roughly he tosses her skull and shoulder first into the steel steps, the tip of the top clipping her forehead. Not allowing her a moment to rest, he snatches her up and rolls her into the ring. Slowly he crawls under the bottom rope into the ring as Kailey rolls over, revealing a small stream of blood going down her face from her forehead.

CL: F-F-F-F-F-FUCKING AYE! BLOOD! YES! HELLUJHA!

JH: Guess you spoke too soon, Conse, you got your blood after all.

CM: Though I wish he hadn’t.

CL: Don’t make me heart punch you.

CM: Pft, like a heart punch can do any thing.

JH: I’d be careful if I were you, Chip, I heard it can send you through the panel.

Stalking her like a predator, he stands behind her as she starts to get up to her feet, and as soon as she turns around he strikes. In the blink on an eye he connects with a few open hand slaps and then a spinning back hand. He grabs a hold of her and whips her into the ropes; she bounces off of them and she races back towards him. While in mid-run he grabs her and she twirls though the air, in mid-air grabbing his head and dropping him skull first with the Kailey-Go-Round! She almost jumps on top of him she covers him quickly as the Truth drops down to make the count.

CM: That flippity floppity thingy mcjig she does!

JH: The Kailey-Go-Round, the Kailey-Go-Round! She hit it and is making the cover!

CL: Fuck yeah!


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JH: This could be it, this could really be it, Kailey scoring the win in this final battle!

CM: Ya know what, as much as I’m hoping he loses, god I hate that finisher.

CL: It is rather ridiculous.


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CL: Could be worse though, it could be a flip piledriver.

JH: I don’t see any thing wrong at all with the Kailey-Go-Round.

CM: You wouldn’t.


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DING DING DING~!!!
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JH: She did it! She did it! Kailey ended this hellacious war!


MA: Here is your winner via pin fall…KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNE~!!!


”Defy You” by Offspring blasts over the sound system as the fans erupt into cheers over hearing the announcement from Anderson. The Truth gets up to one knee as he raises a limp arm of Kailey’s in victory. Neither Onikage nor her are showing any signs of life as the referee waves to the back. In a matter of moments the EMTs rush down with a stretcher with a few FIW officials backing them.

CL: She might have finally scored a win over Onikage and finished this, but at what price?

CM: She certainly doesn’t seem to be in the best of shape.

JH: Whether we see Kailey back in this ring next week or a few weeks from now, the peace of mind that she has ended this I’m sure will satisfy her.

The EMTs tend to Kailey as they put a neck brace on her neck and talk to her, trying to get a response from her. As some of them try to tend to her foe, the masked man springs back to life, swatting their hands away. He refuses their helping hands as he rolls out of the ring, looking in pain behind the mask. Slowly Onikage starts to head towards the back as the camera focuses back on the EMTs tending to Kailey, the winner before the camera cuts backstage…

Immediately following the match the camera crew cuts backstage to reveal Kailey Lane being taken out on a stretcher. As the EMTs and it head towards an ambulance the camera swerves to the side, revealing Onikage. He isn’t looking much better as he slings his windbreaker over his shoulder and shoves EMTs away from him. Sweat is falling in puddles off of him as he walks with a slight limp towards the locker room area.

His eyes, though not that visible thanks to the mask, look a bit spaced out like he is some where else right now. Quite possibly due to the fact that he might have a concussion after what happened in the match. In mid-step he nearly falls over but luckily catches himself against the wall, resting his hand against it. With the other he shoves some of the dripping wet hair that makes up the black mane he is sporting.

For several moments the camera stays on him as he leans against the wall as he walks to presumably the locker room area. However when he arrives at the turn to go that way, he walks past it, not even acknowledging it. But the camera does notice two figures standing at that corner, one of which is glaring at him.


??????: Hey, Only kah-gay. Which sucks worse? Losing to a chick or being a total cocksmoke?

Onikage’s figure pauses and leans there for a moment, showing no other sign of a reaction from Graver’s words. Kenny rests a hand on Graver’s shoulder to try and lead him towards the gorilla position. But the Reject simply shrugs his hand off and walks closer towards the much larger man.

Graver: Hey, tall dark and pussy, I’m talking to you.

Slowly Onikage turns his leaning form around so his dazed eyes meet Graver’s dagger glaring pair.

Graver: Yeah nutstain, you. You’re the only freak in a mask around here unless that cat fucker is sneakin' up behind me.

He snickers at his joke and walks a bit closer to Onikage, perhaps feeling a bit confident right now with Onikage in a weakened state.

Graver: It's just a sad train to Oinkytown, huh? I mean, this week you lose to the bootylicious Kailey Lane... and then in two weeks after you're done licking your dickwounds, you're gonna get your shit creamed by me and my goods!

To further show his point he directs his fingers to his face, showing that these are said “goods”.

Graver: Oh, man, can you feel that? That anger? Shit, Kenny, get over here. Taste the air. You can taste the fucking angst. It's fucking PALPABLE. Mhhmmm... yeah. That's a pissed off dude right there. Pissed off why? 'Cuz I get more pussy than you? Huh? 'Cuz your bitch don't want you so bad she had to kick your ass for you to get the hint? Or is it 'cuz your cockbuddy isn't around to lick your dickwounds anymore? Hmm? What was his name? J-

The second “J” never gets to leave Graver’s mouth as Onikage slugs the smaller man across the face, sending him staggering back.

Graver: Oh the FUCK you just did! It’s on like Donkey Kong, asswrinkle!

He charges at the still leaning Onikage when the few near by FIW employees rush in between the two of them. Kenny even leaps in to hold Graver back with one other as the other two hold Onikage back. Slowly Kenny starts guiding Graver towards the gorilla position to make their entrance to their match.

Graver: Oh come the fuck on! Lemme go! Lemme at him! You little cumdrizzle! You fucking spoogenapkin! You just wait two weeks you... you fucking... ... jerk!

Graver’s ramblings become fainter and fainter as Onikage glares after him, the employees being the only thing holding him back. And with that the camera cuts to ringside for the tag title match…
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Darren Malakian's high-pitched and strained vocals shock the crowd as he and Serj Tankian rock System of a Down's "Cigaro" into our eardrums. Strobe lights flash from the entryway in time with the jamming guitar as smoke begins to pour out. Graver strolls out onstage with Kenny a pace behind him. Sneering from his encounter with Onikage backstage, Graver flips off the fans and just stalks to the ring.

MA: The following contest is an Ultimate Endurance match for the FIW Tag-Team Championships! Introducing first… making their way to the ring… the team of Kenny Freemonte, aaaaaaannnd GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!!

CL: Graver’s own awesomeocity will lead this team to victory.

JH: I wouldn’t be too sure of that. For all his potential Kenny’s still a greenhorn, and as he pointed out this week; they haven’t trained together!

CL: Training is for pussies. A real man wins by the virtue of his pre-existing skills.

Graver makes his way down the walkway to the ring, ignoring the fans' assaults before taking a short running start and sliding under the bottom rope. Kenny dutifully stands on the apron and Graver puts his hands to his hips, pacing impatiently.

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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.

CM: You guys are both half-retarded. Madrox’ll wipe the floor with ‘em all! His partner doesn’t even need to be tagged in! Grant who? The San Fransisco what?

[align=center]I WON'T SUFFER, BE BROKEN
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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CL: Sean Madrox the guy who doesn’t wanna be here? I’m surprised he even bothered showing up.

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 as he flips off the crowd.

MA: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Fairfield Connecticut… he weighs in tonight at 240 pounds… SHAAAAAAAAWWWWNNNNN… MMMMAAAAAAAAAADROOOOOOOOOOOOOXXX!!!

[align=center]RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
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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JH: Madrox COULD take these belts with Grant Rice. He’s certainly talented enough to do just that.

CL: Talent is useless when you don’t give a shit.

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 once again taunts his infamous ‘X’ as the crowd continues with jeers. He then removes his sleeveless hoodie and waits for his partner.

From the arena P.A. system arises Grant Rice’s music. The bass thumps through the arena’s sound system as we await Grant.

[align=center]You Can Hate Me

You Can Hate Me

Hate The Air That I Breathe

Air That I Breathe

Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be

Next Thing To Be

Well I Ain’t You and You Ain’t Me![/align]


Grant slowly emerges from the curtains and onto the stage. He is met with a chorus of boo’s from the fans before he even has a chance to do anything to provoke them. Grant just ignores them as he walks forward before stopping to look out into the crowd. He shakes his head before continuing down the steps and proceeds to walk down the aisle toward the ring.

MA: And his partner… from Kansas City, Missouri… GRRRRRANT! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!!

Grant nears the ring as he glances off into the crowd but pays them no attention before he climbs up the stairs and into the ring. Grant takes off his shirt and walks over to the ropes where he goes to throw it into the crowd, but he catches himself and tosses it to the mat below which draws some heat from the crowd. Grant waves them off as he walks to the corner and awaits the start of the match, glaring holes at Madrox.

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 coloured lasers. The guitar starts up with the emergance 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 it's sheath at his belt and slashes forward in one fluid motion as he drops to one knee.

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JH: Now here’s another team that has a lot of potential in this match, but I wonder if they really can set aside their differences and perform to the best?

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...

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MA: And their opponents… introducing first, from Komachi City, Aichi Prefecture, Japan… he is your FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIOONNN… KIIIIIIIIYOSHIIIIII NAKAAAAAAHAAAAAATAAAAAAAA!!!

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.

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]


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.

MA: And his tag-team partner! Weighing in tonight at 286 pounds… MMMMMAAAAAATT… IIIIIIIIIIIMPAAAAAAAAAACT!!!

[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.

CL: There’s only so much you can say about Matt Impact.

CM: Like how he’s the champion leader of awesome town, and maybe he’s FINALLY gonna get his victory here tonight?

JH: He’s talented, but he’s just too unfocused. I somehow don’t see he and Kiyoshi taking the straps this evening.

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

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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…

MA: And finally, at a combined weight of 350 pounds… the team of Momoko Wakari and Toan… CLLUB! KAMMIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAZEEEEEEEEE!!!

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.

CM: Toan’s gotta take this one. He’s got the best chance and hell, he and Momoko are the ONLY actual tag team of the bunch!

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.

JH: That’s a hard argument to deny, Chip.

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’s an interesting note. If Wight finishes this page he’s reached the requirement for the match.

CM: What?

CL: Oh nothing…

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The match begins with Graver, Grant Rice, Toan and Matt Impact in the ring. Graver looks over his opponents and WHEELS into Toan suddenly, HAMMERING him in the face with a series of right-knuckle strikes!

JH: Graver’s wasting no time in asserting himself in this match!

CL: Why the hell would wasting time be a GOOD idea, Hitchen?

Toan comes back by grabbing the back of Graver’s head and firing in a few elbows of his own! Matt impact and Grant Rice reach a collar-and-elbow tieup, Impact getting an easy advantage and plunging Rice into a chancerie.

CM: Ooh, Impact’s strength is a key factor here!

BUT NO! Grant reverses the hold with some effort and PLANTS Impact with a Northern Lights suplex!

CL: But when you’re as good at suplexes as Grant Rice, strength doesn’t really matter THAT much.

Impact almost bounces back to his feet, looking rather astonished and favoring his back before CHARGING Rice with a clothesline that takes him to the mat.

CL: LARIATOOOOOHHH!!

Grant starts to push off, but Impact is right there, putting the boots to him. Toan has meanwhile taken the advantage against Graver by throwing him forcibly by the shoulders into the turnbuckle. The Hardcore Jesus grabs Graver by the collar and TEARS HIS SHIRT OFF before CRACKING a chop across Graver’s chest!

JH: Good god! That was like a bloody gunshot!

CL: Must be why he calls it the “gunshot chop”, eh Hitch Bitch?

The smaller man buckles inward on himself and plants his ass to the mat, cradling his chest. Toan doesn’t allow this for long and begins a series of mudhole stomps that degenerate into irritated boot scrapes across the countenance of the former FSC. In desperation, Graver reaches up and POPS Toan in the testes!

JH: Oh COME ON! I was wondering how long it’d be before Graver resorted to cheating in this match!

Richard Kelly is quick to get on him but Graver rolls under the bottom rope.

CM: Hey, Graver’s out of the ring, that means someone COOL can come in!

JH: Yes, anyone can now enter the ring, not JUST Graver’s partner…

Kenny starts to step in, but Sean Madrox beats him to it!

JH: As Sean Madrox just illustrated.

CM: YES! KICK SOME ASS, MADROX!!!

Impact turns to see his opponent’s tag-team partner blazing at him a second before he feels the dropsault knock his teeth down his throat! Kenny looks confused but sighs and maintains his position out on the apron. Graver springs up next to Kenny, grinning at Toan, who looks livid that he’s been robbed of a chance to beat on the Hardcore Fuckamaniac. Graver simply waves and taunts Toan with a double deuce and a comment about his mother. Toan moves in to throw a punch at Graver, but Graver grabs Toan by the head and drops off the apron, guillotining his neck down across the top rope!

CL: Smart move by Graver in that instance. Mr. Anti-Awesome’s probably the only real threat to him and Kenny in this match, and taking him down early is the wisest move he could make.

Kenny shoves Toan’s body off the rope and to the floor outside and once again moves to enter the ring, but he’s one AGAIN cut off by Momoko Wakari. Richard Kelly admonishes Kenny and Graver for their less-than-legal tactics as Momoko runs toward Matt Impact and Sean Madrox. Madrox was pulling Impact up by the head but quickly backs off to allow Momoko to spring into a flying shoulder tackle.

JH: Great insertion by Momoko! This fiery young woman, though she’s got opinions I disagree with and an unusually hardcore style, REALLY puts her spirit into her matches!

Grant Rice finds his feet and Madrox notices him, and CRACKS a superkick against his jaw! Rice sees stars and goes down, and Madrox is quick to cover.

CM: … WHAT THE HELL!?

RK looks hella confused, but drops to count.

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CM: WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?

Madrox sneers at his downed “ally” before spitting on his chest and walking off. The bell rings thrice.

CL: HA! Sean Madrox just fucked his own team out of the match ‘cuz he just hates th idea THAT much. It’s rich, I love it.

CM: But… but!

CL: Your misery. That’s why I love it so much. Oh, sweet Anubis. Tears in my eyes... heh.

MA: The stipulation for the following leg of the match… is a SUBMISSIONS match!

Toan perks up on the outside, once again having Graver at his mercy. He grabs him by the hair and tries to roll him into the ring, but Kenny is the quicker man. Toan curses and simply splatters Graver’s face against the apron--NO! Graver catches himself, rears back, and BLASTS Toan face-first into the apron instead!

JH: It’s a good thing Richard Kelly has his hands full inside the ring, since Toan and Graver could be threatened with a countout.

CL: Yeah, ‘cuz THAT’S how everyone wants to see this match go down, Hitchen. Via countout.

Inside the ring, Matt impact has swatted Momoko away. He sneers at her and gives a hard tag to Kiyoshi, muttering “YOU take ‘er.” Kiyoshi steps between the ropes RIGHT into an forearm assault from Momoko! Kiyoshi raises a hand to block a forearm strike and CRACKS MOMOKO IN THE NOSE WITH A FACE-RATTLING PALM STRIKE!!

CL: GIGGIDYGIGGIDYGIGGIDYBLOOOOOOOOOOD!!

A squirt of blood dribbles onto the mat as Momoko is turned around… RIGHT INTO KENNY’S WAITING ARMS!! He locks in a side headlock, then quickly swivels around behind her to strap on a sleeper hold.

JH: Expert maneuvering by Kenny Freemonte! He really does show a LOT of promise in this business!

That doesn’t last for long as Kiyoshi creeps in behind Kenny and locks in a sleeper of his own! Kenny refuses to relinquish, despite the more trained wrestler torquing on the sleeper hold, and Momoko isn’t anywhere near stopping either, pounding herself on the side of the head to stay awake and clawing at Kenny’s forearms with her fingernails, leaving little bright red marks on his arm.

CM: Oh man, I saw this movie once and these two dudes were lined up behind this check, almost just like that… except… uh… they weren’t using sleeper holds…

On the outside, Graver has Toan by the hair and is slamming his face into the ring post. The red-haired wrestler collapses against the black steel, his vision merging back to singular. Graver moves to the fencing around the ring and climbs up to the top of it, perching precariously before LAUNCHING himself off toward Toan--AND TASTING TURNBUCKLE FACE-FIRST AS TOAN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!!

JH: AND THERE’S the opportunity Toan had to have been looking for! Graver has GOT to be down for the count after that impact!

Toan pulls himself up onto the apron and notices the sleepy train. Momoko is now down on her knees, blood dripping from the underside of Kenny’s arm. Kenny himself is leaning hard against her and Kiyoshi is just CRANKING on the sleeper. Impact sees Toan on the ropes, Toan notices Impact. Matt makes a mad dash through the ring to knock him off but Toan nips up onto the rope and FLIES OVER IMPACT’S HEAD TO KNOCK KENNY OFF MOMOKO!! The group collapses to the ground but Kiyoshi holds on tight, locking his legs around Kenny‘s body!

JH: DOJIME SLEEPER!!!

Richard Kelly moves in to check on Kenny, raising his hand once… Toan scrambles to his feet and dashes toward them as the hand drops and Kelly picks it up again… but Matt Impact is right on Toan’s tail, grabbing the Hardcore Zeus by his waistband and causing him to trip up!

CM: COME ON TOAN! COME ON IMPACT!! … COME ON EVERYBODY BUT WHOEVER CONSE LIKES!!!

CL: Oh, how fucking mature. Twat.

Kenny’s hand falls again and Richard raises it for a third time as Toan spins into a BITCH-SLAP across Impact’s face! A wad of spit flies from Impact’s mouth and rage boils in his eyes as Kenny’s hand falls a third time and the bell is rung!

CM: GOOD LORD! You do NOT disrespect a former King like that!

MA: The remainder of this match will be decided under HARDCORE RULES!!

JH: Kenny Freemonte and Graver have been taken out of this, but really, you’ve got to wonder if Graver even is AWARE. That was a hell of a header he took into the steel ring post.

Impact rolls his shoulder preparing to lariat Toan’s ass into next week, but is quickly CRACKED in the back of the head with a certain stop sign. Momoko holds up two fingers in a cute anime-like pose before chirping “Can’t stop Momoko!” Her face quickly sours as she bashes Impact in the back two or three more times, Toan joining in with some stomps aplenty. Kiyoshi doesn’t let THIS happen for long as he scrambles out from under Kenny and FLATTENS TOAN TO THE MAT WITH AN STO!!

JH: SPACE TORNADO KIYOSHI!!

Momoko and Kiyoshi turn on one another, a short staredown until Momoko SWINGS her sign! Kiyoshi ducks under the swing and tries for a roundhouse kick, but is swept off his pivoting foot with a sweep by Toan! Momoko slides out of the ring and grabs up a chair, returning to the inside and setting it up. She and Toan lift Kiyoshi into position in a double chancerie.

CM: YES!!! The Final Solution VEEE TWOOOAAAHHH!!! Red Cell is gonna take this one HOME!!

CL: Speaking of the Menstruation Brigade, where’s their fearless ringleader, LOBO? You’d think he’d be out here…

CM: LOBO has more important things to do! Toan and Momoko can handle this by themselves, CLEARLY.

They start to drop back, when GRAVER COMES SAILING INTO THE RING WITH A PAIR OF KENDO STICKS!!! He CRACKS both of them over the head at the same time, and they falter and drop Kiyoshi to his knees.

CM: NOO!! That MORON!!

JH: I was right! I don’t think Graver realizes he’s not in this match anymore!

Both wrestlers turn on Graver who wields both sticks like some kind of crazy ninja master. Richard Kelly tries to relay to Graver that he’s not actually an active part of the match anymore, but Graver doesn’t seem to notice as Toan barks an order at Momoko. She dutifully exits the ring to retrieve Toan a kendo stick of his own, tossing it to her mentor as he gets into a fighting stance. The fans cheer loudly despite it being two mega-heels in the ring, as the two of them begin fighting.

JH: Would you LISTEN to this crowd?

CM: Well, Graver’s a Detroit native, he’s gotta have some mad respect from the fans out there because of that!

CL: And come on… a swordfight? In an FIW ring? I think a few virgins out in the crowd just creamed their jeans.

Toan lunges in with a strike but Graver deflects him with a quick flick of the stick. Toan intercepts the rebuttal Graver sends his way with the other stick and CRACKS the Reject across the wrist, causing him to drop one of his two weapons. Graver backs up and shakes the pain away, squaring his heels and staring daggers at Toan. He rushes forward, feinting to the side and CRACKING Toan in the head. Toan ROARS and claps the stick against Graver’s side twice, his knee, and then finally CRACKING it against his knuckles, causing him to release the second weapon. Toan forces Graver back into the turnbuckle at stickpoint, and Graver holds up both hands.

CM: FINISH HIM OFF, TOAN!!

A sick grin spreads across the Hardcore Jesus’ face before MATT IMPACT HAULS HIM OFF HIS FEET AND ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!! IMPACT MOVES TO THE CENTER OF THE RING AND DRIIIIIIIIVES TOAN INTO THE MAT!!

CM: IMMMPAAAACCCT DROOOOOOPPPP!!!

IMPACT ROLLS TOAN UP!!!

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Graver moves forward to break up the count, despite being out of the match entirely! Momoko also moves to slide into the ring to stop the pinfall!

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MA: YOUR WINNERS… and THE NEW! FIW! TAG-TEAM-CHAMPIONS!!! … KIYOSHIIIII NAKAAAAAHAAATAAAAA… AND! MATT! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMPAAAAAAAAAACCCCTTTT!!!!

Momoko pounds her fists against the mat as Daisuke jumps up in celebration. Graver looks furious as Matt Impact takes his half of the tag straps and celebrates! We fade to a promo package for the main event on his smiling, victorious face.
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JH: The following match is the main event of this hellacious night and it pits Ragin’ the Dual Crown Champion against Remy Barteaux for the belt!

CM: Ragin’ captured this belt on the very first show of ReVolt, so far he has a great spree of victories, is he going to be able to live it up with this match?

CL: Well the tension between Ragin’ and Barteaux has fueled over the last couple of weeks.

CM: This could be Barteaux big break!

JH: Well let the match begin…

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.

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.

MA: Making his way down to the ring weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds…he is REEEEEEMY BAAAAARTEAUX!!!

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 roguish 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.

JH: There he is guys the contender for the Dual Crown Championship, he looks ready don’t you all agree.

CM: Why would we sit here and agree with you Jonathan.

CL: Next.

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 the Dual Crown Champion weighing in at two hundred and sixty-eight pounds…he is RAAAAAAAGIN!!!

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.

Both men look outside the ring as the cross descends from the ceiling laced with barbed wire as the crowd cheers profusely at the site of the turmoil that will happen in moments to come.

MA: The following match is scheduled for a CRUCIFIXION MATCH, there are no disqualifications meaning anything is a fair game. The first man to get their opponent laced to the barbed wire crucifix will win the match and become the Dual Crown Champion!

Tony Clarke runs down the rules between both men as Remy stares at Ragin’ like a piece of meat ready to be devoured. Clarke raises the belt into the air as Ragin’ devilishly smirks at Remy, who stares back with a disgusted look.

JH: Look at Remy as he continues to stare at Ragin’ ready to rip his head from his body, these men have a distant past with one another.

CM: My memory takes me back a few weeks ago when Ragin’ slapped the taste from Remy’s mouth.

CL: You can literally smell the hatred in the air and I can tell you that this match isn’t going to end peacefully.

The bell is rung and both men begin to circle each other in the ring eyeing every move that their opponent makes, Remy hints for a charge and Ragin’ braces himself, but nothing happens and Ragin’ smirks. He turns around looking out into the crowd drawing heat and this gives Remy the opportunity to take the advantage and he charges and lays a stiff clothesline to the back of Ragin’s head knocking him down to his knees.

JH: Remy taking advantage and bring Ragin’ down to his knees with a clothesline, you could hear the body contact from here.

CM: This could only look up for Remy, only if he is able to capitalize from here on out.

CL: Do you actually think that Ragin’ was going to simply let Remy get the first shot without him knowing, it was purely a set up.

Ragin’ cradles the back of his head as Remy grabs him by the hair and pulls him up to his feet. Remy grabs his left hand and he whips him into the turnbuckle and Ragin’ bounces off turn right into a dropkick to the temple and falling down to the canvas!

JH: A dropkick to the temple from Remy this could only look good for him!

CM: This is kind of odd, its like Ragin’ isn’t all there or something.

CL: Maybe this isn’t going to be his night ever think of that Chris?

CM: Its always his night!

Ragin’ begins to crawl towards the ropes using it for leverage to pull him up to his feet and Remy just watches waiting for the right move to pounce on his opponent. Ragin’ pulls himself up to his feet as Remy charges towards him with another clothesline, but Ragin’ kicks him in the midsection and Remy doubles over only to be bitch slapped!

CL: Ragin’ slapping Remy like he is some sort of prostitute, I guess Remy has yet to pay his sugar daddy his money.

CM: What in the hell are you talking about?

JH: I think he watches Scarface one too many times.

Remy does a full three sixty and Ragin’ bounds off of the ropes with a high knee taking Remy down in a split second. Remy is still standing and Ragin’ sees the opportunity as he grabs Remy by the back of the neck and slams him face first into his knee knocking Remy on his back.

CM: And that’s the Ragin’ that should have started the match a few minutes ago.

JH: Ragin’ just laid right into Remy with those knees.

Ragin’ pulls Remy up by his feet and Remy is still a little dazed the hell out as Ragin’ whips him into the ropes and on the rebound he lays a vicious clothesline sending the Cajun down to the canvas once again. Remy shakes his head out of it as Ragin’ pulls hi to his feet and he goes to lay a right, but Remy blocks it with his forearm and he CRACKS him in the jaw with a high kick!

JH: Remy fighting back showing that he can’t easily come back from any move that Ragin’ delivers on him.

CM: I guess you haven’t seen the Feature Remover, Jonathan.

CL: Do you actually think that Remy is going let Ragin’ try and deliver such an overrated move?

CM: I guess you haven’t seen many matches that involve Ragin’.

Remy squares himself as he waits for Ragin’ to get to his feet for another shot, but trips Remy as he gets to his feet. Remy quickly gets up also as both men are now standing in the middle of the ring for a split second before charging towards each other like a rabid wolverine.

JH: These men are putting it all out in the open, they are going to drop sweat and blood for this Championship!

CL: Thanks for stating the obvious Jonathan, I’m pretty sure no one else could have figured that out by themselves.

CM: And thank you Constance for using so much sarcasms.

Ragin’ and Remy lock up and Remy takes the upper hand as he locks Ragin’ up into a side waist lock, but Ragin’ blasts him in the temple with an elbow, pulling himself free of the move. Ragin’ turns around as Remy charges back at him, flying through the air for a lariat, but the master of rage is able to duck as Remy flies out of the ring to the concrete outside!

CL: For the love of CHIHUAHUAS!

CM: You like those small critters too huh?!

JH: Remy went for a flying lariat and Ragin’ ducked the attempt, sending Remy face first to the outside!

Remy begins to drag himself towards the apron using it as leverage to get to his feet and when he does an obvious busted nose is apparent as blood flows down like the Connecticut River. Remy wipes his nose and Ragin’ charges from inside of the ring and baseball slides knocking Remy back on his ass!

JH: Ragin’ with a baseball slide to the outside!

CM: Put Remy right back on his ass.

CL: Everyone could use a seat now and then.

Ragin’ grabs Remy by the hair and he pulls him up to his feet and slams him right into the barricade and Remy bounces off falling once again to the concrete floor. The crowd is on fire tonight as they continue their chants while Ragin’ stalks Remy to get up to his feet.

JH: Remy doesn’t look to good, and there is blood everywhere!

CM: Blood equals rating!

CL: Only for you Chris only for you.

Remy pulls himself up with the aid of the barricade and he wipes his face from the blood as Ragin’ chops Remy across the chest. Remy roars in pain as he backs against the barricade and Ragin’ defies with more chops across his chest.

JH: Ragin’ nailing in those chops!

CL: Remy looks like a red tomato…

CM: What the hell are you talking about?

Remy embraces his own chest in pain as Ragin’ pulls his arms apart for another good shot, but Remy’s quick wit tells him to eye rake Ragin’ and he does giving him some time to recuperate from the stinging sensation.

CM: Remy finding himself some time with that eye rake…

JH: Ragin’ isn’t going to go easy on Remy.

Ragin’ shakes his head as he looks back at Remy who is charging towards and with a gut instinct Ragin’ is able to catch Remy at the right second and he hip tosses the Cajun right onto the steel steps!

JH: GOOOOOOD SWEEEEEET GREEEN BEANS!!!!

CM: Ragin’ just hip tossed Remy right onto the steel steps, this isn’t looking good for Remy!

CL: A perfectly executed move, what more could we ask for?

Remy falls down the steps as he wraths in pain of his lower back as Ragin looks over at the crucifix ready to claim his victory in this match. Ragin’ pulls Remy by the hair and he slams him into the ring post making it easier for him to lace Remy to the crucifix, but Remy isn’t going to let that happen easily.

CL: Ragin’ is ready to claim his victory, this could be the end as we know it.

CM: This would be a huge upset for Remy if he is crucified.

JH: I don’t know how Remy is still able to walk after that hip toss on the stairs.

Ragin’ goes to whip Remy into the cross, but Remy does a three sixty and reverses the move sending Ragin’ into the barbed wire engulfed crucifix. Ragin’ is stuck on the barbed wire as Remy stumbles over and he yanks Ragin’ off of the barbed wire and blood begins to pour.

CM: OUUUUUUUUUCH!!!

JH: I can’t believe my eyes, Remy just through Ragin’ right into the barbed wire, look at all of the blood pouring out of him.

CL: I can’t stand the site of blood…

Ragin’ has blood pouring for his back and arms as Remy whips him back into the ring. Remy slides right in after him and they both are at their feet. Remy charges at Ragin’ and he hammers away with a left and right, but Ragin’ is able to push Remy off of him and he crashes down to the canvas.

CM: Remy trying to capitalize on Ragin’ after draining him, but Ragin’ isn’t going to give in that easily.

JH: He is going to have to hit a high-impact move to take him down.

Remy is quickly backed up to his feet circling Ragin’ as he takes a longer time making it to his feet. Once he is standing tall, Remy charges over at him for a flying lariat, but Ragin’ catches the Cajun in his arms and he executes a fallaway slam and both competitors crash down to the canvas with a huge thud.

JH: Remy was looking for that flying lariat, but Ragin’ demonstrates his strength by catching him in midair.

CM: This isn’t a walk in the park for Remy, he needs to rethink his strategy against Ragin’…again.

CL: Did you see how he perfectly delivered that fallaway slam, he could have broken Remy in half, hell I know I would have.

Remy is clutching the side of his abdomen as he pulls himself up to his feet and Ragin’ grabs a hand full of hair as he whips him into the corner turnbuckle. He slams into it and stumbles forward a few feet as Ragin’ comes charging and he plants him in the corner turnbuckle with a hellacious clothesline.

JH: Once again it isn’t looking to good for Remy, I though that he would have been dominating in this match.

CL: Ragin’ laid that clothesline pretty well, did you see how Remy’s head bounced off of the turnbuckle?

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

JH: And there is the turn around in the match, now Remy needs to capitalize while he has Ragin’ down.

CM: He better come up with something fairly quick.

CL: Honest mistake by the big man, but that doesn’t warrant a shot for Remy to anything drastic in the match…I mean he is Cajun.

Ragin’ lifts his torso up and Remy takes the time to lunge off of the turnbuckle with a dropkick to the face of Ragin’ laying him out. Ragin’ 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 Remy face to face in the middle of the ring, he grabs him by the neck and lays him out with a neck breaker.

JH: You would think with all of the blood that these men have released they would be drained, but they are still going.

CM: There hasn’t been a lot of blood loss really.

Ragin’ gets up and he pulls Remy up with him and he hoist Remy into a vertical position upside down. He holds him there for a few seconds even with one hand before falling back with him and they both crash down to the canvas with a thud. Remy lifts his lower back from the canvas in pain and Ragin’ gets up to his feet and he drops down for an elbow drop, but Remy moves out of the way in time!

CL: Did you see the strength from Ragin’, he handled Remy like he was a rag doll.

JH: Ragin’ was looking for an elbow drop, but Remy moved out of the way in the nick of time.

CM: I was expecting Ragin’ to nail it, but Remy is still in the match.

Remy gets back up to his feet and Ragin’ turns around only to have Remy floor him to the canvas with a dropkick to the face. Ragin’ lands on his back holding his lower jaw in pain as Remy grabs him by the hair pulling him up to his feet with all him might.

CL: He is going to need to workout a little more in order to get Ragin’ up, maybe some boxing with The Don?

JH: Remy flew in the air like a bird and was still able to land a much needed dropkick on Ragin’, marvelous.

Remy gets Ragin’ on his knees and he just shrugs for a bit and he takes a few steps back before charging at Ragin’ and he lands a roundhouse kick sending the Champion down to the canvas once again. Remy quickly ascends the turnbuckle and he snaps backwards pushing himself off the turnbuckle and he executes a moonsult on Ragin’ giving him the edge that he needed.

JH: This match has been back and forth since it began, when is it going to end?

CL: NEEEEEEEVEEEEER!!!

CM: What the fuck?!

Ragin’ lies on the canvas clutching his gut in pain as Remy gets up to his feet exhausted looking over at the crucifix, he nods to it knowing that the time has come. Ragin’ crawls to his feet as Remy grabs him by the arm and whips him into the ropes, but Ragin’ holds onto the rope and Remy dropkicks nothing but air.

JH: Remy looking for a dropkick, but he meets air.

CM: Ragin’ did a smart think with holding onto the ropes.

CL: So are we going to place bets on the winner?

Remy jumps up to his feet quickly and he charges at Ragin’, but Ragin’ bends down and he launches Remy into the air with a back body toss and he lands outside right in front of the crucifix!

JH: JESUS MARY ANN JOSEPH!!!

CM: WHAT THE HELL!!!

CL: Whoaaaaaa!!!

Remy lies on his back on the concrete not moving as Ragin’ slides out of the ring exhausted and he tries to Remy up to be crucified. Ragin’ grabs Remy and brings him to his feet and he tries to lay him on the crucifix, but Remy fights him off with a forearm to the face causing Ragin’ to stumble backwards.

JH: This could be the end!

Ragin’ comes back with his own forearm to Remy, but Remy ducks the attempt and he ends up behind Ragin’ who turns around and he is blasted right in the face with a devastating Superkick knocking him right back onto the crucifix. Remy then doesn’t waste anytime tying him into the crucifix and he pulls the cord and the crucifix floats into the rafters as the bell is sound!



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JH: THERE YOU HAVE IT PEOPLE WE HAVE A NEW DUAL CROWN CHAMPION IN FIW!!!!!

CM: I can’t believe that it end this way, Ragin’ never loses…

CL: That’s the way the cookie crumbles.

MA: AND HERE IS THE WINNER…THE NEW DUAL CROWN CHAMPION REEEEEMY BARTAAAUEEEX!!!

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