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ReVolt; October 11th, 2006
Topic Started: Oct 12 2006, 05:32 AM (360 Views)
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GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE

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

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

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

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


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

HERE RIGHT NOW !!!

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

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


He rolls himself to the ropes and uses them to haul his ass up, and turns back to his writhing opponent. Quickly he darts to his corner and snatches up his white board, scrawling something on it before showing it to the crowd. It reads “BUST A MOVE!”, and he proceeds to get down with his bad self as he break dances over to the challenger. Once he’s jiggied his way over to the Loon, he pops up and drops a Senton Leg Drop across his head and covers for the pin!

1
2
3...


Nightmare is indeed bleeding profusely, cut open from the staple, Ahriman holds the staple gun high before trying to shoot another staple into Night’s head, he blocks Ahriman’s hand though and after a brief struggle Nightmare picks up Ahriman bearhug style, with a tremendous roar he goes sprinting towards the other entryway railing, driving Ahriman back first into it!

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

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

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

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

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


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

MIND ENDURANCE!!!

Ragin’ grabs Remy by the hair and moves into a standing headscissor. He grabs Remy around the waist and hoists the Ultimate Endurance Champion onto his shoulders. Ragin’ pushes the Cajun up by the britches, but Remy rolls forward and slides down Ragin’s back!! He grabs Ragin’ by the leg, pulling Ragin’ off his feet. Remy quickly tangles Ragin’s legs up and weaves his own into them then falls backward to the mat! Ragin’ screams out in pain, reaching back to try and break the hold, but unable to bend his body enough. He claws at the mat, trying to reach the ropes but they’re too far out of his reach!

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


Brighty manages to control his movement drops straight south onto Madrox's chest! MADROX MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! BRIGHTY'S BACKSIDE SLAMS INTO THE CANVAS! Madrox is quickly up to his feet and runs to the ropes as Brighty is getting up. Madrox slides through Brighty's legs and then leaps up on top of Brighty as he turns around...HURRICANRANA! To his credit Brighty is quickly up to his feet but is groggy and vulnerable to Madrox taking him into a corner. Madrox tees off on the former Slam! Superstar of the Year with four hard right hands that go unanswered. Madrox looks for an irish whip across the ring but Brighty holds on to reverse! Madrox is shot into the turnbuckle but he controls himself, he leaps up onto the second rope and SPRINGBOARDS OVER HIS SHOULDER INTO A CROSS BODY BLOCK!

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


SO WRONG,
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG


Ninja stirs very little on the canvas as the figure steps over him, dropping the chair to their side. A pair of pale hands reaches up and takes a hold of the hood, whipping it back to reveal. Most of the fans jeer her actions, taking out one of the most popular champions on the roster, while a small contingent of NGIW faithful burst into a chorus of cheers for their favourite hardcore Hellcat! A sick smirk twists her ruby red lips as she takes the zip to her top and slowly peels it open to reveal a shiny, silver belt strapped around her waist. The cameras try to zoom in as she reaches round to her back and unhooks the belt, all the while her eyes fixed on the Cruiserweight champion, her studded tongue moistening her ruby reds. As Ninja tries to push himself off the mat Ghost drops down beside him and grabs the back of his mask, RAMMING his face back down into the canvas. She pulls his head back up and shoves the belt under him, making sure he gets a good, hard look at it.

1
2
3!!!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED


The heavy guitars of Mushroomhead's new jam "Save Us" rock over the fans in attendance as bright white light blasts through the entryway, revealing a silhouette. That black figure moves against the light, trekking toward the ring. The guitars die and the lights turn a moody shade of pale blue. Tier walks through the reaching arms of the fans, face blank and emotionless.

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

Jonathan Hitchen: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Nationwide Arena in Colombus, Ohio! I'm Jonathan Hitchen...

Chip Martin: I'm Chip Martin!

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

CL: Fuck sake!

JH: What’s wrong?

CL: Next up it’s that bloody Scots man, Penus McPhee.

JH: It’s Willie and most people have been awaiting his debut for weeks.

CL: Most people are idiots, I’m a legend, people should listen to me.

CM: Just cause you hair around you mouth, don’t speak like one Conse.

The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord…

[align=center]YEAAAA![/align]

Salivas "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung…

[align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align]

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall, hailing from San Diego, California, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds and standing at six feet six inches… PPPPRRRRIIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEE!!!!

Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match.

JH: Prime looking as buff as usual.

CM: Buff? Ok now you sound gay.

CL: You’d know eh Chip?

CM: Shut up!

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The sound of Bagpipes fill the arena as “Scots ‘Round The World” begins to be heard. Scotland's Contribution to FIW Willie McPhee enters through the curtains and raises his arms in the air.

MA: And his opponent, hailing from The Scottish Highlands, Scotland, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds and standing at six feet three inches… WILLIEE MCPHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

‘The Highland Warrior’ wastes no time in heading down to the ring, hopping down the steps with his arms outstretched as the fans reach over the chain-link to touch him. Willie slides into the ring and walks across the ring to a turnbuckle. He stands on the second rope his fists in the air before jumping back down to the canvas. McPhee stretches against the ropes as his music fades out.

CL: Penus McPhee, I am so cool.

JH: You wouldn’t say that to his face, he’s as tough as bricks!

CL: I would, unlike you, I have a set.

CM: Yeah, up your ass.

CL: Dreaming again?

JH: Ok while these two argue, let’s get this contest underway.

Willie stands in his corner looking ready to go as Prime looks to the crowd, smirking as he flexes getting some jeers, Richard Kelly then calls for the bell and it sounds. Willie wastes no time as he comes running out of his corner and nails Prime with a punch, Prime reels backwards into the ropes and Willie just starts firing all the punches he can until Prime pushes him off that makes Willie roll backwards. But Willie rolls to his feet and darts towards Prime again, but this time Prime catches Willie with a knee to the gut, then throws Willie face first into the turnbuckle pad, Willie comes out holding his face as Prime then connects with a hefty haymaker.

JH: A lot of punches already.

CL: That’s what people do when they fight.

JH: You know what I mean!

CM: You’re an idiot? Yes we know.

Willie reels back a bit but not enough for Prime to grab him by the throat and lift him for a two handed lifting choke, Willie tries to break free but Richard Kelly counts to three before Prime lets him go, Willie land son his feet though, looking quite pissed off, he just out of nowhere starts firing more punches before going for a scoop slam, Prime breaks free and just Irish whips him, but on the return Willie tackles Prime to the ground and fires some mounted punches towards Prime before grabbing him in a headlock and wrenching away at it. Prime uses his strength though to lift himself to his feet bringing Willie up to, he then elevates Willie into the air before bringing him down across his knee with a backbreaker, Willie releases.

JH: Nice reversal.

CL: HA! Penus is all floppy now, god I’m genius.

JH: His name is Willie! Ohhhhhhhh.

CM: We forget you don’t have one Jonathon.

CL: You don’t when you two play pass the parcel eh lads? Am I right?

Prime moves to Willie lifting him to his feet, he then Irish whips Willie as he comes back Prime goes for a clothesline but Willie ducks it and then takes Prime’s feet from under him, jumping on Prime’s back and then attempting for a Camel Clutch, but Prime doesn’t let him get it, instead lifting himself to all fours, but Willie just goes for a few punches right across the nose. Willie then stands off Prime and lifts him to his feet, he boots Prime in the gut, before running to the ropes, he comes back and connects with a knee right to the side of Prime’s head, Prime drops to a knee holding the side of his head, Willie then runs to the ropes to finish off the job but Prime explodes with a HUGE lariat almost decapitating Willie as they both crash to the canvas.

CL: LARIATAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

JH: There’s a way to slow the match down, Jesus.

CM: No penus jokes Conse, but he is flopped over.

CL: …Like Jonathon on a cold night… I had too!

Both men seem down and quite frankly out, but both begin to make there way to there feet, Willie looking like a freight train hit him and Prime rubbing his cheek,. He then moves towards Willie turning and elevating him into the air with a press slam, he then moves towards the turnbuckle, dropping him down face first onto it, Willie reels towards the center of the ring before Prime boots him in the gut and signals for something…

JH: Authority Bomb?

CL: Bye, bye Willy.

JH: If Prime hits it of course.

.. Prime lifts Willie up, but Willie shifts his body landing on his feet and quickly booting Prime in the gut, Prime doubles over, Willie doubles his arms before lifting his weight up and crashing Prime down with a pedigree, he then covers Prime…

JH: HIGHLANDER DRIVER!

CL: Hello, Hello Willie.

CM: Stop saying Willy, your making me uncomfortable.

CL: Stop thinking about my cock then.

CM: I AM NOT!

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!
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…Willie stands up, grinning and celebrating as Real McKenzies - Scots ‘Round The World plays over the PA system, Willie scales the ropes raising his arms…

MA: Your winner! At a time of five minutes and twelve seconds… WILLIE MCPHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

…Willie makes his leave as Prime sits up looking quite angry, the camera then cuts to the commentary desk.

The cut back to a locker room… or more specifically a locker room door which reads the following;

[align=center]KIYOSHI NAKAHATA[/align]

The camera pans back to see the familiar scruff of long brown hair that belongs to LOBO Malvado standing outside of the locker room door. He inhales threw his sturdy Roman nose before knocking on the door…

Several seconds later after a few muffled words exchanged from inside does the door open to reveal Daisuke The Crow standing in his smartest suit with Kiyoshi sat on a chair taping up his hands for his up-coming match.

Daisuke: Yes?

LOBO: I’m sorry to trouble you… My name is LOBO Malvado. I was wondering if I could speak to Kiyoshi for a moment?

Daisuke simply nods before moving out of the way and letting the enigmatic mouthpiece of Red Cell enter the locker room… Kiyoshi initially doesn’t take notice but Daisuke makes light of LOBO’s presence.

Daisuke: Oy, Kiyoshi… raihin!

Kiyoshi looks up, still taping his hands…

LOBO: I don’t wish to bother you, Kiyoshi… I know that top wrestlers need sufficient time to prepare themselves both physically and mentally for their matches but there a matter I need to discuss with you if that is OK.

Kiyoshi looks at Daisuke momentarily before turning to LOBO and shrugging with a noncommittal grunt. LOBO nods but not before turning back to the camera behind him and pushing it forcefully out of the locker room by the lens until it is outside of the door from whence it came.

LOBO then jabs his finger towards the camera, as if stating towards people who may be watching this…

LOBO: This is a matter to be discussed in private between me and them… what we have to discuss is none of your concern.

It’s not your fight… yet.


LOBO pauses for a small second…

LOBO: Carry about your sleep-walking threw daily life… I’ll soon wake you up.

…before turning back and closing the door politely behind him as we skit back to the ring…

CL: Oh, wonderful. LOBO Malvado hogging our screen. This is me wishing Kreate A Fatality mode was real...

CM: It is. It just causes you to get arrested.

CL: ... damn, true. Well what the hell is next? I'm tired of this shit.

JH: A commercial. For Axe.

CL: Well why the fuck did we fade back to the ring!?

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MA: The following is the SIX-WAY ELIMINATION DANCE! In this contest, two competitors will be legal with the remaining competitors on the outside and tags can be made to anyone at any time with elimination occurring via pinfall or submission. A winner will emerge when five competitors have been eliminated, leaving one superstar as the sole victor!

Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and 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 in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a voice booms over the speakers.

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

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


”The Champ in Here” by Jadakiss starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear however over his robe he is sporting around his waist the FIW Flycore Championship. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “The Champ is here~!”

MA: Introducing first! From Detroit, Michigan; weighing in at two hundred pounds; he is the FLYCORE CHAMPION… EXTREME NINNNNJJJJAAA TTTTTOOOOOO!!!

[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

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

Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He 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 cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Hail the Champ!” and “Now 100% Smarty Free!”, and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie to get ready for the match ahead.

JH: The new Flycore Champion! This man retired Ghost at Hellraise ‘06 and now--

CL: The son of a bitch!

JH: Uh… um, okay. As I was saying. He now seems to be the number one crusader against Toan’s faction hellbent on ridding FIW of anything resembling Horrorcore, from what I gathered.

CM: You might wanna watch out, limp dick. You’re the horrorcore announcer around here.

CL: Fuck off, mangina.

The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy.

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

[align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire
Fire
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MA: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing 240 lbs, MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!!

Maj grins as his name's announced. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Maj gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just returned by Tahal back to the firey crowd. Maj continues the swap shop of curses, until he finally gives up on the crowd, and jumps off the turnbuckle. General Kumar gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Maj then waits for the match to begin.

[align=center]CALL ME THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE
CALL ME THE AMERICAN DREAM
CALL ME YOUR SOUL CORRUPTED
CALL ME ANYTHING YOU NEED!
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The lights cut out immediately after Rob Zombie begins screaming the lyrics of "The Great American Nightmare", causing the crowd in attendance to cheer as loud as they possibly can which pretty much deafens anyone within a 5 mile radius. Dark purple strobes and searchlights begin to assault the entire arena now, as the fans' eager attention turns to the stage which has been pretty much engulfed in purple smoke. After a few moments which seem like forever to the rabid fans in the audience, the smoke disperses just enough to allow the fans to focus on the hulking form of Nightmare standing tall and defiant in the entryway, the blazing strobes giving the Prince of Pain a very ghoulish look.

MA: On his way to the ring at this time, from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds, NIGHTMAAAAAAARE!!!!

[align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!
YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE?
YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!
WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH!
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He lingers for a couple moments, soaking up the tremendous reaction, then he steps through the smoke and down the stairs making his way down the walkway, keeping stoic focus on the ring. Once he reaches the ring he stops for a moment to doff his coat off of his massive shoulders and drop it to the floor, before hauling himself onto the apron. He enters the ring, going to one corner and climbing up onto it to show the cross devil horns for the crowd to shoot flashbulbs at. Nightmare steps down, producing a single white lily from his trouser pocket. He picks off the petals of the flower, crushing each petal in his hand and scattering them all over his corner. Once his ritual is complete Nightmare settles into his corner watching his opponent or the entryway intently, as his music fades away.

JH: What’s left to be said about Maj Tahal that he hasn’t already said about himself?

CM: How about… Wrestling GAWD!

CL: Do they really worship God in India?

CM: How the fuck should I know? The closest I’ve get to India would be my custom made sweaters imported from their sweatshops.

The first beats of “real Emotion” drum through the arena, sparking pink and baby blue lights in with the beat as the ReVoltron lights up with images of everyone’s favorite fan girl Jaime Lee.

[align=center]What Can I Do For You?
What Can I Do For You?
What Can I Do For You?
I Can’t Hear You!
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Jaime skips through the curtain dropping her head back and throwing her arms out to her sides as she accepts the thunderous ovation from her hometown crowd with nothing but elation on her face. Grinning from ear to ear, Jaime makes her way down the stairs and skips towards the ring, stopping only to excitedly thank a random fan for a sign or cheer to support her.

MA: Making her way to the ring FROM OHIO… she is JAAAAAYYYY-MMMEEEE LLLLLEEEEE!!!!

Jaime ducks in under the bottom rope, sitting up on her knees and raising an arm up to happily acknowledge her fans. With the use of the ropes, Jaime pulls herself up to her feet and skips across the ring to Michael Anderson, grinning and waving to the fans on every which side.

JH: Jaime’s certainly put a scare in poor Kenny. Did you see him hiding from her?

CL: Kenny’s a fuckin’ pussy. Did you see her cut herself? Fuck, I had a good time watching that promo.

CM: I bet she’s an animal between the sheets. She’d make it hurt in so many ways.

JH: You two are… oh, it looks like Jaime’s gonna talk.

Jaime: Hi!

Jamie waves happily to the fans in attendance while the three other competitors already in the ring eye her with confusion and suspicion.

Jaime: I just wanted to say it is SO AWESOME to be back home!

Pause for the random cheap pop from the hometown crowd.

Jaime: Annnnnd! I wanted to especially introduce the next competitor in this super fun match! So ladies and gentleman! Please welcome… the soon-to-be 2006 Male Babe of the Year! The dreamiest dream to ever be dreamt! KKKKKEEEEEEENNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

CM: GAH! The ears!

CL: Hey, look at that. Jaime found a new way to cause bleeding.

The opening jams of The Offspring's "Staring at the Sun" rock our ear-holes with their smoovness before our good friend Dexter Holland begins crooning.

[align=center]Maybe life is like a ride on the freeway
Dodgin' bullets while you're tryin' to find your way
Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing
It brings me down, but I won't let them

If I seem bleak
Well you'd be correct
And if I don't speak
It's cause I can't disconnect
But I won't be
Burned by the reflection
Of the fire in your eyes
As you're starin' at the sun
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The music stops and there's an EXPLOSION of pyro before it picks back up, jamming into the bridge. Kenny Freemonte steps out through the smoke left behind by the pyros, staring ahead at the nut job in the ring doing his introduction. He eventually raises both arms to the adoring fans, obviously distracted by one of his more scary opponents. Kenny treks to the ring, rolling inside before getting to his feet and cautiously watching Jaime bounce happily in the ring. He raises his arms to the crowd again, moving to the free corner furthest from Jaime.

JH: As I was saying. Poor Kenny is scared to death by this woman and I can’t say I blame him.

CL: Lemme guess. She’s “pet coon goofy”, Hitchen?

CM: I’d pet her. In so many places.

The musical jingles familiar to Kill Bill fans of Ironside’s “Quincy Jones” hits on the PA system as red lights around the arena behind to strobe in and out to the creepy air of the music before the ear-splitting tunes of “Dead In Hollywood” by Murderdolls pound out the PA system …

Momoko appears from behind the curtain with her Stop Sign in one hand and a sickle and staple gun attached to each other by a chain on each of the handles before raising the Stop Sign in the air for the admiration of the fans and yelling what we can assume is an insult in her native language to the fans in attendance and saunters down the ramp way towards the ring…

Momoko upon reaching the ring drops her sickle, staple gun and Stop Sign in the aisle way before diving into the ring under the bottom rope. She makes a bee-line for Jaime, who’s twirling around rather happily in the ring. She turns towards Momoko and GETS BEHEADED BY A CLOTHESLINE!

JH: Oh my God! Momoko not wasting any time getting this match started!

CL: That’s what Jaime gets for baiting her the way she did in her promo.

JH: I thought you liked that promo!

CL: Yeah. I thought it was fucktastic! Obviously Momoko didn’t.

Logan Black forces the four men to exit to the apron as Momoko doesn’t give Jaime a second to catch her breath. Kenny hesitates, possibly questioning if he should help his disturbed stalker but orders from Logan Black sends him residing on the apron. Momoko grabs a handful of Jaime’s hair, dragging her up to her feet and getting a yelp from the girl. She stands Jaime up and SPANKS HER ACROSS THE FACE WITH A HARD SLAP! Jaime crashes back down to the canvas, still dazed and confused from the clothesline.

CM: Aww, isn’t that cute? Kenny can’t watch his nutcase getting wailed on. Pussy!

JH: Kenny’s obviously conflicted right now. He’s scared to death of Jaime, and with good reason, but he’s still a good guy.

CM: Oh please! This good guy thing is just an act. He’s back there banging groupies when the cameras stop rolling. You really have to stop believing everything you see on TV, Hitchen.

Momoko sits Jaime up pulling her head to the side by her hair and driving an elbow into the hollow of her neck! She stands back and KICKS HER RIGHT IN THE SPINE! Kenny stands up on the bottom rope, yelling something into the ring probably meant for Logan Black. All it gets him is a glare from Momoko, though.

CM: Christ! This is getting old fast. Someone pin Kenny already. He’s pissing me off.

CL: You’re pissing me off. Can’t you just enjoy the fact that there’s two chicks in the ring and one is fucking other one up? No one respects good entertainment anymore.

JH: As my colleague pointed out so… crudely, Momoko is in complete control of this match after jumping Jaime from the get-go.

CL: I didn’t say it crudely! I stated the obvious. And I’m not your colleague you queer!

Momoko grabs Jaime by the hair once again, pulling her vertical and snapmaring her down the canvas by the hair. She rears back and CRACKS HER UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH A HELLACIOUS BOOT! She doesn’t relent even still, stomping on her down opponent. The crowd being clapping their hands and stomping their feet, trying to will the hometown girl to fight back as Momoko pulls her back up once more. She whips Jaime off the far ropes and meets her rebound with a running clothesline-- But Jaime has the same idea and both women’s heads snap back and they crash to the canvas!

JH: Both ladies going for a clothesline there! Jaime’s appeared to be more out of desperation.

CL: Of course it was out of desperation. Momoko has been owning her from the beginning and was showing no signs of tiring of such an ass-kicking.

CM: She should rip Jaime’s clothes off. That’d teach her!

The crowd continues to clap and stomp, trying to will strength into Jaime… or quite possibly Momoko but I doubt it. Jaime spots Extreme Ninja nearby and does her best to crawl near him. Momoko fights up to her feet and spots the bubbly girl trying to get away. She grins at the sight but rushes over to her, grabbing her by the feet. Jaime rolls onto her back and KICKS MOMOKO IN THE FACE!

JH: And Jaime with another desperation move to escape Momoko’s clutches!

CL: Momoko really should’ve anticipated something like that.

Momoko stumbles backwards, right into a blind tag from Maj Tahal! Jaime lunges, making a tag to the Flycore Champion! Ninja springboards off the top rope, taking Maj down with a flying clothesline! Both men clamor back to their feet and Ninja scores with a spinning heel kick to the midsection. With Maj’s head lowered, Ninja runs in and nails a swinging neck breaker! Ninja hops up and rebounds off the ropes, taking a knee to the back from Momoko on the outside!

CM: Looks like Momoko doesn’t enjoy just being a spectator.

JH: She’s a troublemakers, is what she is!

CL: Ooh, that’ll burn her. Maybe we can all meet at the flagpole after school and you two can fight it out like the bitches you are.

CM: *gasp* You just called Momoko a bitch!

CL: Shut up, bitch!

Ninja spins around and cracks Momoko with an uppercut elbow that sends her crashing to the mats at ringside! Ninja turns around RIGHT INTO A BIG-TIME SPEAR FROM MAJ TAHAL!!! Maj doesn’t even go for a cover, instead sits the Flycore Champion up and drives his knee into Ninja’s spin, yanks his arms back in a seated version of a bow and arrow lock.

CL: BHAIA! Best spear in the business! Ah fuck! I just turned into what I hate the most. Jonathan Hitchen.

CM: Bwahahahaha! Gold! Give me some skin!

CL: Touch me and it’ll be your own skin I’ll be giving to once I peel it off your body.

JH: While the ladies bicker with each other, I’ll call the match. Bhaia from Maj Tahal and now he’s got Extreme Ninja #2 caught up in a modified bow and arrow. Submissions are viable ways to eliminate an opponent.

With support led from Kenny, Jaime and Nightmare on the outside, the crowd is behind the champion, trying to will more fight into him. Like good wrestling magic, it works and Ninja finds himself fighting up to his feet. Maj continues to pull back on the arms, refusing to relinquish the hold even when Ninja is on both feet. Ninja flips forward onto his back and rolls backwards, kicking Maj upside the head! Ninja kips up to his feet, favoring his back, but turns into a discus clothesline from Maj!

JH: A small reprisal for Ninja and Maj has him floored once more.

CL: As everyone with eyes can see. I’m sure our seeing impaired friends appreciate your words.

Maj stands before the jeering crowd, raising his arms in request for the crowd’s adulation. He turns his attention back to Ninja and BOLTS FROM THE RING! That’s because Momoko is back in. Don’t ask me why but she’s not very happy about being knocked off the apron and she now wields her custom stop sign that is very illegal in this match. She raises it above her head to splatter Ninja into the canvas but Logan Black yanks it out of her hands! Momoko threatens Mr. Black with physical violence but he refuses to give up the weapon, discarding it on the outside.

JH: Momoko is REALLY not happy with Ninja’s retaliation on her. Someone should let her know if she can’t take it, she shouldn’t dish it out.

CL: Well you go ahead and do that. I’m sure I can manage commentary without you.

CM: Yeah, we don’t need you!

CL: You‘re still here, Martin? Fuck.

Momoko decides she doesn’t need a weapon to pummel Ninja and makes a bee-line for the champion. She drops down to the canvas, choking the life out of the extreme one. Black notices this and rushes to pry her hands off his throat, threatening her with a five count. Momoko releases the hold and decides stomping his face into the canvas is just as good. Ever the opportunist, Maj decides to partner up with the crazy Asian and the two begin making mat-kill out of Ninja together.

JH: Now come on! This brings illegal to whole new level! Momoko isn’t even supposed to be in there, let alone working with Maj!

CM: Maj is the most brilliant man on the planet! Second, actually. I bet the General told him to team up with Momoko. ‘Cuz the General’s a smart-ass fucker!

CL: He’s a smart ass-fucker? Really? Thanks for the heads up.

JH: Ninja isn’t even 100% after Hellraise! How is he supposed to fight off two opponents?

Nightmare has had enough of the double-team schtick very quickly though and illegally enters the ring. Maj looks up just in time to take a STIFF LARIAT!! Maj flips on impact, splatting on the canvas in a heap. Nightmare drags him up by the back of his neck and throws him into the turnbuckle, opening a can of whoop ass on him with haymakers.

CL: Ugh! The only thing that can kill the mood after watching Jaime slice herself. Grimace!

Momoko shows no signs of even noticing Maj’s help or current lack thereof. She lays off Ninja just long enough for the dazed champ to start climbing back to his feet. She runs off the ropes, into a kick to the back from Jaime! Jaime hops up and down on the apron happily but Momoko isn’t smiling. She grabs a handful of Jaime’s hair and flings her into the ring!

CM: She really should’ve kept off Momoko’s radar. Just more proof she is certifiably insane.

CL: Where’s your “good guy” Kenny now, Hitchen? I’ll tell you. Sitting on the apron like a pansy!

JH: Kenny is the only person following rules right now!

CL: As I said. Pansy!

Jaime makes it back to her feet and ducks an incoming clothesline from Momoko. She nails her with a spinning back heel kick to the midsection and then throws her over with a snapping suplex! Jaime gets back to her feet and spots Kenny still hanging out on the apron, watching the unfolding chaos as he debates when to make his move. At the sight of Jaime, he motions for her to stay back, shaking his head as he inches towards the ring steps. Jaime shakes her head “no” instructing Kenny to remain on the apron where it’s “safe”. Her concern for Kenny only leaves her open to attack, allowing Momoko to floor her with a side Russian leg sweep!

JH: Looks like Jaime is telling Kenny to keep his distance. And that right there is why.

CM: It takes a real man to be defended by a woman.

CL: Oh wait. Kenny might have some balls after all.

Momoko climbs back up to her feet, only to be taken back down by a flying cross body from Kenny! Meanwhile, Maj has fought back against Nightmare, driving a knee into the Prince’s midsection! He nails a European uppercut to back Nightmare off and then hit’s a dropkick that sends him out of the corner. Maj comes up behind Kenny, grabbing him in a Cobra Clutch and SLAMMING HIS BACK OVER HIS KNEE!!

CL: A Cobra Clutch Backbreaker! That was fully fucking sick! Kenny was bent of Maj’s knee like a cheap hooker!

CM: Kenny’s favorite position with Graver, probably.

JH: What happened to Kenny “banging” groupies?

CM: Oh, right. Well… uh, he swings both ways? Yeah, that’ll work.

Maj’s victory is short-lived as Extreme Ninja comes up behind him and drives him into the canvas with a bulldog! Jaime is back up and rushes Momoko as she climbs to her feet, but Momoko gets the jump on her with a toe kick! She grabs Jaime by the wrist and throws her off the ropes. Jaime rebounds, sliding between Momoko’s legs. She pops back up, dropkicking Momoko in the back and sending her through the top and middle ropes!

JH: There goes Momoko, ejected from the match once again.

CM: All they’re doing is pissing her off. Not the wisest plan. Then again, Jaime’s not the sharpest tool in the shed.

She turns around, RIGHT INTO A RUNNING STO FROM MAJ TAHAL! Maj jumps back to his feet, talking trash to the downed lady. He turns to Nightmare, taking a kick to the midsection! Nightmare applies a standing headscissors, flips Maj onto hi shoulders and PLANTINGS HIM IN THE CANVAS WITH A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! Nightmare gets up to one knee, going for the pin but Ninja comes off the ropes, stepping on Nightmare’s shoulders and STOMPING ON HIS HEAD! Kenny comes out of nowhere, running past Ninja and DRIVING HIM DOWN INTO THE MAT WITH A SNAPMARE DRIVER!

JH: Uh… uh…

CL: Stop stammering, you idiot! If you can’t keep up then get out of the way! A Shakti to Jaime, leading Maj right into the fuckin’ Cataclysm from Nightmare!

CM: And a Shining Stomp from Ninja, making these idiots in the crowd mark out as he stomps on Nightmare’s misshapen head!

JH: But the Fission Mailed from Kenny leaves him the only one standing!

Kenny stands tall in the ring, shocked to find himself the only one standing. The crowd gives the super baby face a round of applause, bringing a grin to the kid’s face. He quickly comes to his senses and spots Nightmare at his feet. He quickly leaps to the top rope, situates himself before leaping off and DRIVING AN ELBOW INTO NIGHTMARE’S CHEST! Kenny hooks the leg!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
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MA: The first elimination is Nightmare, via pinfall!

CL: YES! Holy shit, yes! I guess I have to like Kenny now!

Kenny jumps up excitedly, pumping his fist in the air. He spins around the ring, trying to spot his next pin when Momoko makes her way back onto the apron. Kenny runs full force at her, nailing her with a forearm that sends her flying into the commentators table at ringside! He pulls back on the ropes, ready to fly when Maj rolls him up with a quick school boy!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
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Kenny rolls off his shoulders, his mouth agape with disappointment as Maj celebrates the victory with a cocky grin on his face. Logan Black forces Kenny from the ring after a little coaxing from the crushed superstar.

MA: Elimination two: Kenny Freemonte, via pinfall!

CL: What the?! It’s like fucking Christmas! Let’s see if we can get Jaime and Momoko to slice each other up. Ohhhhh.

JH: Ew. Please don’t do that.

A scream sounds throughout the arena, startling the Indian wrestler. He spins around in fright just before Jaime spears him into the canvas! Jaime leaps into a mount position, pummeling away at Maj’s face! Mr. Tahal raises his arms up, blocking the majority of the blows but Jaime doesn’t seem to notice or care.

JH: I think it’s safe to say Jaime is PISSED!

CL: I thought you said Maj was brilliant, Martin? How come your boy laid a hand on Kenny with Jaime still in the ring?

CM: Come on, Maj! Slap that streetwalker like she owes you money! You know, hookers actually pay Maj to sleep with him, not the other way around.

Ninja comes from behind, pulling Jaime off of Maj. She fights out of Ninja’s non-aggressive hold and BITCH SLAPS HIM ACROSS THE FACE! Ninja stumbles across the ring, shocked from the slap (or at least best we can tell he is). Jaime turns back on Maj, who gets to his knees in a flustered state. He jumps up and yells at Jaime to try it again, so she does. Jaime runs straight into a forearm smash that grounds her!

JH: Thanks to Ninja, who I believe was trying to help control Jaime, Maj is able to take control again.

CL: He didn’t need that fuckin’ Ninja’s help!

CM: Yeah, what he said!

CL: Oh, in that case, I meant to say Chip Martin can’t even get laid by his own hand.

Maj grabs Jaime by the head and pulls her up… getting rolled up from behind! Ninja rolls through, bridging out and pushing his own shoulders off the mat!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


KICK-OUT BY MAJ!
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Ninja hurries back to his feet and gets caught with a spinning back heel kick into the abdomen! Jaime grabs him by the back of his neck and pants and RUNS HIM STRAIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES AND TO THE FLOOR!! Ninja splats at ringside and Jaime turns her vengeful expression on Maj. He climbs to his feet only to caught a stinging right hand from Jaime! She applies an arm wringer on him, pulling him into an front facelock, hooking her leg over his arm and DRILLS HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINE-TINGLING DDT! She quickly makes the cover.

JH: Apparently Jaime doesn’t want to deal with Ninja! She isn’t done with Maj yet!

CL: She might be done with him after driving Maj’s skull into the canvas with that sexalicious DDT!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!



THREE!!!!
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MA: Elimination number three: Maj Tahal via pinfall!

Jaime gets back to her feet, squatting down to the dazed opponent and screaming in his face that he should never touch Kenny again. She even decides slapping him will get the message through clearer. But Logan Black is there to pull her off the no longer legal competitor. But hell, who is legal in this thing anymore? Jaime holds her hands up in defeat, apparently satisfied with the revenge she extracted.

CM: Yip! There is DEFINITELY something wrong with that chick.

JH: To say she has a screw loose would just be touching the tip of the iceberg, I’d say.

CL: I like her!

She finally takes her eyes off Maj as he’s assisted from the ring and finds Momoko making her way back onto the apron. She beckons Momoko to bring it in but Ninja comes out of no where and nails high side kick into the back of Jaime’s head! Ninja spots Momoko and runs at her but Momoko’s had enough of being thrown off the apron. She ducks underneath and drives her shoulder into Ninja’s midsection! She grabs a hold of the top rope and vaults herself over into a sunset flip!

JH: Now Momoko goes for a pin-- er, no!

Ninja holds onto the middle rope, refusing to go down. Momoko bridges out of the pin attempt and shoves Ninja through the ropes! But Ninja holds onto the mid-rope, hanging like HBK in a Royal Rumble. Momoko is oblivious to the save, already having turned her attention on the downed Jaime. She grabs Jaime by the hair but the lady was just playing possum and drives a kick upside Momoko’s head! She stumbles backwards, right into a low bridge from Ninja!

CL: Well fuck. Momoko should just pop a squat at ringside.

CM: She could come sit on my lap.

Ninja gets back to his feet on the apron, spotting Jaime getting up to her feet. He slings himself over the top rope and back into the ring. From there he springboards off the bottom rope, CRASHING INTO JAIME AS SHE TRIES TO GET BACK UP! He pops back up, spring boarding off the middle rope and nailing a moonsault on Jaime! Once again, he pops up and this time scales the turnbuckle Jeff Hardy-style (actually Ninja does it very well so maybe not EXACTLY like Jeff Hardy) before crashing into Jaime with a top rope moonsault! He scrambles to his sign, scribbling on it and holding it up.

JH: As Ninja’s sign says, the fans mark out now!

CL: Over that? Let’s see more bleeding and sexy awesome DDTs.

CM: Are you kidding?! Those moonsaults are the only reason to watch Ninja!

The fan have already marked out for the move when he did it but the sign says to mark out NOW, so that’s what they do! Ninja seems satisfied with their ability to follow directions and rushes back over to Jaime, making the cover.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!



THREE!!!
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MA: The fourth elimination: Jaime Lee, via pinfall!

The hometown crowd isn’t happy at Ninja’s elimination of the hometown girl but they still love the champ to some degree. After all, he is a loveable goof. Logan Black helps roll Jaime from the ring as Ninja climbs back to his feet. He turns his attention towards Momoko on the outside but she makes no move to advance on him. The crowd goes crazy… at the thought of Momoko vs. Ninja? Noooo. Ninja doesn’t think so either so he spins around-- GETTING BEHEADED BY TOAN!!!

JH: WHAT THE HELL!? Where did Toan come from?

Toan leaves the ring as quickly as he entered, jumping the audience barricade and making his exit through the swarm of popcorn and beer cups being thrown in his direction. NOW Momoko enters the ring. The crowd is all over her with heat as she confidently stalks Ninja. The dazed and confused Flycore warrior grabs a hand of Momoko’s legs, using her to pull himself upright. Black gets his attention back to the action just as Ninja realizes what the hell he was doing. But it’s too late, Momoko takes a step back and NAILS HIM WITH A SPINNING BACK FIST SMASH!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!

CL: DAMN! If it wasn’t for Ninja’s fuckin’ mask we might’ve seen some blood there!

CM: That’s gotta be a knock-out blow from Momoko!

Ninja’s head snaps back and seconds later he crashes into the canvas in KO-style. Momoko simply drops down to her knees, covering Ninja with a lateral press.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
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MA: Ladies and gentleman, your winner via pinfall… MOMOKO WAKARI!

CM: Momoko said she was going to win this match!

JH: Give the assist to Toan! Ninja looked prime to take this match home!

CL: You don’t know that! Stop making things up. It’s annoying.

Momoko stands, bowing down to the chorus of boos as if she has any form of honor whatsoever. She looks down at Ninja with disgust in her eyes before taking her leave from the ring as her music reprises over the arena.

The camera comes on, we see what we always see a locker room. Sitting there though in this locker room is Elrick, no one else in there and he’s on the phone to someone as we come in on the conversation…

Elrick: Reese mate, you wanna come to FIW? You have been offered a contract?



Elrick: Dude seriously that’d be sweet; I could do with some support around here with the Megan stuff.

Elrick pauses as it seems the other side has a lot to say, but he then comments back a smile spreading over his face and a happy sense about him.

Elrick: Well shit man, think of it like this, Elrick and his nephew in FIW, possible tag-team, going to be really good around here… REALLY good, but Reese what about Craig? You know your father?



Elrick: You sure he doesn’t mind? Then if he doesn’t mind, when are you coming over? Actually no wait… I need a break from here, things are getting hectic, tell you what your flat got a spare room?



Elrick: Guess Japan here I come then, I wanna see how your trainings coming along anyways, gotta see if you’re anything like your uncle…

Elrick chuckles, seemingly in a very, very good mood with the current situation, we have no clue about why, but I’m sure we’re going to find out.

Elrick: Ok mate, well I’ll call you soon, gotta go sort myself out and buy this ticket, I’ll be coming for two weeks that ok?



Elrick: Ok good, see you soon then Reese.

Elrick ends the call, smiling to himself, excitement even in his body’s appearance as he turns to his locker, thoughts racing through his mind. As Elrick opens his locker his phone rings again, not checking the number he answers with a happy tone of voice.

Elrick: Hey?

The voice answers, Elrick’s reaction shows it’s not someone he wants to talk to as he turns from his locker room and sits down, looking frustrated now.

Elrick: Megan what do you want? I’m sorry but sending Simon over? Come on I’m not that stupid, you cheated on me and gave birth to another man’s child yet you still want me in your life? Why?!

This time we hear Megan’s reply, by the miracle of technology!

Megan: I wanted him to see you… my intentions…

Elrick: Fuck your intentions! I don’t want to hear it Megan, you said a lot of hurtful stuff before I left for FIW, now you must learn from them.

Megan: It was said in anger, you know I love…

Elrick: Don’t you dare, I’m going to hang up and I won’t answer again, you will not make me feel sorry for a mistake you made and stop sending people over I’m leaving the country for a few weeks, bye.

Elrick ends the call, also turning off his mobile so he can’t receive any calls, he then stands up again, looking to his locker and as he does the camera fades back the commentary desk.

JH: I just hate to see a talented wrestler like Elrick in such a tortured state...

CL: I sure don't. In fact, it's got me ready n' rarin' for a match. Whaddawe got next?

JH: We now are getting a first time ever match in both the opponents and stipulation, ladies and gentlemen.

CL: I could’ve sworn they fought on the first ReVolt.

CM: They did.

CL: Then, like always, Bitchen is a dumb ass and wrong.

JH: No, it is just that was a four way, this is the first time they’ve ever met one on one.

CM: Well be more specific and you might not look like such a moron.


MA: The following scheduled contest for this edition of ReVolt is set for a thirty minute time limit and one fall to a finish. And this contest’s competitors shall be competing for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship! Your official for this match is J.J.


CL: Oh joy, the little runt, why can’t Tier fire him already?

JH: I’m glad that for once Tier showed some kindness and hired this kid on as a referee after the assault he suffered.

CM: And I’m sure quite a lot of our larger or smarter wrestlers are too.

JH: What is that to imply?

CL: That they can throw JJ out of the way like he’s a baby or out smart the emo brat.

CM: But hey, we all can’t be destined for greatness.


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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 a beer in one hand and his duffel bag in the other. He puts the bottle to his lips to pour beer into his gullet before smashing it over his head in a shower of dark amber liquid and broken glass.

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. Graver gets to his feet and slides the bag to his corner in one smooth motion before raising a double deuce to all the fans. The Hardcore Fuckamaniac thumbs his nose as he paces to his corner. He hops up onto the turnbuckle and grabs his crotch, flipping a deuce to the fans as he sneers at them. They show him the same respect before he hops down, ready to fight.


MA: Introducing the challenger, he hails from Detroit, Michigan and he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR~!!!


CM: So what, this Bound by Steel match is just a hardcore match?

JH: No, it is similar but you can only win by knock out or submission and the two wrestlers are chained together.

CL: And the reason why he brought out his bag is because he is going to use the rules to his fucking advantage.

CM: Oh, good idea as otherwise he’d be screwed since Graver’s best strategies involve him picking and choosing when to attack.

CL: Instead he’ll be stuck like a god damn potato chip between the couch cushions.

JH: I’m personally dreading what he might have filled that bag with.


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.

[align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete
Togireta, omoi de kasaneru kawaranai yume ni[/align]


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...

[align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align]

The rest of the chorus is drowned out by a series of blinding explosions of pyro on the stage behind him, the smoke eventually clearing to reveal a hooded figure staring at the floor. Kiyoshi Nakahata surveys the ring and the crowd. There was once a time when Kiyoshi would have seemed overwhelmed and a hobbling Daisuke would have had to drag him down to the ring; but now that time seems long gone the way that he strides towards the ring to find his destiny, brushing straight past Daisuke who maintains his pose with his hands clasped on the hilt of his sword. When he eventually gets to the ring, Kiyoshi walks up the ring steps, and around the long way to his corner over the apron, and vaults up onto his corner, sitting himself down on the top rope. As the lights finally return, Daisuke finally opens his eyes and walks down to join his brother in arms in the corner before the start of the match.


MA: And introducing the reigning FIW Fighting Spirit Championship holder, he hails from Komachi City, Aichi Prefecture, Japan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds and stands at six feet and one inch, accompanied by Daisuke…KIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHIIIIIIIIIII NNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAA~!!!


JH: Oddly enough the Fighting Spirit Championship has been in a bit of instability since Graver last lost it. First Nightmare held it only to lose it on the first defense to this man, Kiyoshi Nakahata, a man that has only made a single successful defense so far.

CL: Bet it would fucking suck if he was the guy that granted Graver his third Fighting Spirit Championship. Though I bet Graver would be pissing himself in fucking joy, having broken his own record of most reigns with the belt.

CM: No way, no how is that gonna end, Kiyoshi isn’t a double champion for nothing. He is one of the most skilled fighters currently in the promotion and is a star on the rise.

JH: In either case, stability will return to the championship more than likely at the outcome of this match.

CM: Kiyoshi’s not a fluke champion like Grimace damn it!

CL: Seems like Graver isn’t really willing to get chained to Nakahata, can’t blame him th-


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 walks around the ringside area. Both Kiyoshi and Graver look on with a bit of confusion. Daisuke looks ready to go at it but Onikage ignores him as he walks towards the entrance way. He enters the announcers’ table area as all seven men, counting JJ, look on with a hint of puzzlement.


CL: Thanks for interrupting me ass hole.

Onik: I’m sure the viewers at home are thankful.

CM: Traitor! Back stabber! Betrayer! Evil masked freak!

JH: I think I speak for both of my co-workers when I ask, what are you doing out here?

Onik: I was asked to join you during this contest on commentary.

CL: Who would condemn us to such a hideous fucking fate?

CM: Tier.

JH: Chip does have a point, but in either case it looks like both men are locked into the chain and JJ is calling for the bell!


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


As soon as the bell rings Graver sprints towards his bag, but Nakahata neutralizes this by simply tugging on their chain. Nearly like a pin ball, Graver bounces back towards the much larger man that takes his head off with a lariat! The Minister of Awesomocity twirls through the air and spins and does many other things not normally seen from him. And with a thud he face plants onto the canvas, shouting out various curses afterwards.

JH: Good lord! You could nearly hear the smack of that lariat connecting outside the arena!

Onik: Nakahata-san shows why Edmond is simply inferior in every way to him.

CM: I think even his Japanese forefathers would bow to the might of that closeline.

CL: Oh for fuck’s sake, it was a lariat! It wasn’t like he fucking drove a god damn car into the fucking arena and drove it over Graver’s beer and shit stained body!

Onik: It sounds like you are enraged that Edmond is losing, how cute.

CL: No, I’m more enraged over the fucking fact I have to sit next to you of all god damn people!

CM: What is your problem with him any ways? I mean granted, and please don’t hurt me Onikage, he is a masked freak and all, but you, like, really don’t like him.

JH: Can we discuss Conse’s reasoning for hating our guest commentator later and focus on the match gentlemen?

Daisuke applauds his client’s handy work as Graver tries to scramble up to his feet, clutching at his face. Through his hands an obvious smirk forms over his lips as his eyes fall onto JJ. Suddenly his expression gets a surprised look as he points out into the crowd and yells “It’s Kailey!” Like clockwork JJ turns around as does Kiyoshi, and Graver connects with a chain wrapped fist to Nakahata’s groin.

CM: It might not be illegal in this kind of match, but that’s still no way to treat a fellow man’s privates.

CL: I’m not sure what’s stronger, my embarrassment from working in the same company as that kid or my joy from Graver out smarting Kiyoshi and him.

JH: If you ask me, this is the actions of a desperate man.

Onik: Of course it is, Edmond can’t secure the victory by relying on his actual wrestling ability since it is non-existent, even he admits to that.

CL: Why don’t you shut up and go paint some thing dickweed.

Onik: While I don’t understand your problem with me, frankly I don’t care if my presence’s here upsets you. I’m staying due to a request and now my own personal interest.

JH: Personal interest? What are you up to?

CM: With our luck, he is going to ruin this match.

JJ turns around in time to notice Graver standing over the kneeling Nakahata with a large grin on his face as he paces behind the bigger man. He grabs a handful of chain in both hands and wraps the cold, hard steel around Kiyoshi’s neck. Roughly Graver presses the bottom of his boot against the FSC’s back as he wrenches back while Daisuke yells. Kiyoshi gags and gasps as his hands try to rip the steel away from his throat as JJ starts a count. Both Graver and Daisuke do a double take as they watch the refere, “You dumb shit, there’s no count in this match!” Graver screams at JJ.

Onik: He always was a forgetful person.

CL: Graver’s got this one in the fucking bag if the midget referee doesn’t screw him over by forgetting the rules.

JH: I truly wish this was illegal, at least then Graver could be punished for such acts.

CM: Shit! So much for the chain neutralizing Graver, seems it’s doing a better job at neutralizing Ki!

JH: You are indeed correct, Chip, Graver is using the rules and the chain that bounds the two of them to his full advantage.

CM: Darn it! Get up Kiyoshi! Otherwise you’ll prove me wrong and I can’t be wrong!

Onik: I seem to recall many of times when you were wrong, a few including matches involving myself where I won despite your claims.

CL: Come on Graver! Choke that Jap out like his bitch boy at ringside owed you fucking money!

The fans heavily jeer in the Michigan native’s direction as he rears back on the chain, forcing Nakahata to lean back. Slowly but surely the life drains from the Tag Champ’s limbs and then his face, and slowly the rest of his body. It isn’t before long that he is like putty in the hands of the Hardcore Fuckamaniac. Graver laughs joyfully as he releases the choke, letting Nakahata’s body hit the ground with a light thud. As he stares at Daisuke, to rub it in the man’s face, he starts whipping Kiyoshi’s back with the chain.

Onik: Those shots to the back look like they could shatter the spin-

CM: No! No! Any thing but that! Any thing! God no! Make the memories stop! Make them stop daddy!

CL: Great, the fucker is going into that seizure like state again, thanks Onifucker.

JH: I’ll go get a Kennedy poster to snap him out of this.

Onik: What is wrong with him?

CL: For some reason, any time you mention the words spine and shatte-

CM: Oh sweet mother Mary! Why, why do you forsake me in such a means?!

CL: That happens.

Red marks and bruises, and welts start to develop all over Nakahata’s back region as Graver whips him ruthlessly. After one more smack he drops the chain and heads towards his corner, eyes locked on his bag of goodies as he bends over. It doesn’t take long for him to stand back up and start climbing the turnbuckle with a smirk. He turns around to reveal he is holding a beer bottle in his hand as Kiyoshi starts to get up. But before he can leap off the ‘buckle, Nakahata pulls on the chain, sending Graver flying and right into, in one fluid movement, a spinning powerslam by Kiyoshi!

Onik: And Kiyoshi took advantage after possibly playing dead.

CL: No, he wasn’t playing dead, just incredibly lucky.

Onik: Must you argue with every point I make?

CL: Yes, yes I do, ass fucker.

Onik: I do not fuck donkeys, not that my sex life is any of your business.

CM: The pain! The agony! Make it stop! Some body make it stop!

CL: Shut up already, jeez, Bitchen will be back in a second.

Modest hints of cheering for Nakahata as he sits up, pain etched out on his face as he tries to rally his will power to get up. In the middle of getting up he snatches some thing from off of the canvas. The fans cheer a bit louder when they see what it is, the beer bottle Graver tried to use on him. And like perfect timing, the Minister of Awesomocity begins to stir on the mat and slowly starts to push himself up. He gets to one knee before Kiyoshi clobbers him over the head with the beer bottle that makes a sickening noise but doesn’t break.

CL: Fully fucking sick! That beer bottle just struck the head of Graver and it didn’t break!

Onik: Edmond always did have a hard head.

CL: Har, har, har, though, that did just sound kind of gay, you know?

Onik: I realize that, since unlike you, I’m aware of the things that I allow to come out on my mouth.

CL: Hey, I’m aware of what goes into my mouth, and I’d much prefer having that than knowing what the fuck comes out.

Onik: You really are just a sad excuse for a living being, aren’t you?

Nakahata’s and Daisuke’s eyes both widen at the same time as Graver stays on one knee, and actually in a dazed state starts to get up even more. A crack rings out as Kiyoshi smacks the beer bottle over the two time FSC’s skull and once again it doesn’t break. The Hardcore Fuckamaniac throws fists wildly at the air as his eyes go cross eyed on him. Daisuke shouts some kind of order out to Nakahata in Japanese and it seems to do the trick as he rears back. With all the energy he might possibly be able to put into it, he does as the thick glass shatters over Graver’s skull and he stumbles back into the ropes.

Onik: It wouldn’t surprise me if Edmond was suffering from a concussion by this point.

CL: Well, that’ll be fucking pathetic then when he defeats Kiyoshi while having a concussion.

Onik: Some how, I feel doubt when the thought of Edmond regaining the Fighting Spirit Championship pops into my mind.

JH: Hey guys, I’m back with the poster.

CL: ‘Bout fucking time, jeez.

CM: Boobies!

The referee makes the reigning champion back off as he checks on the challenger, making sure he doesn’t want to give up. It is as he is trying to get a reaction from Graver that a decent sized stream of blood starts to flow downward from Graver’s hair line. When in the correct lighting, it is apparent that a small shard of the beer bottle is sticking out of Michigan’s greatest hot dog eater’s skull. As his eyes flutter open they seemingly don’t even acknowledge JJ’s questions or his presence as they stare at his own blood. Instantly a look of anger contorts over his face as he shoves JJ out of the way and charges at Kiyoshi.

JH: Hey, when did Graver start ble-

CL: Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! Blood! Blood! Wooooooo, yes mother fucker! The sweet nectar of life!

Onik: I believe he’s now broken.

CM: Mmmmmhmmm…Boobies…wait…Who was broken before?

JH: Don’t worry, he should calm down soo-

CL: Who’s house?! Blood’s house! Who’s house?! Blood’s house! Mmmmaaaaarrrrtin, Mmmmmmaaaaaarrrrtinnn, he’s the man, yeah!

CM: If he doesn’t, can I put a bullet in his skull?

Onik: I certainly wouldn’t object to that option.

Graver races as quickly as he can at the bigger man, catching him off guard as he leaps into the air and soars, taking both of them down with a flying cross body! He tumbles off of the Judo Master’s stocky build and starts crawling at a fast pace towards his bag. Once it is apparent JJ is checking on Nakahata, Daisuke sticks his sword under the bottom rope. The end result being that he’s pinned the chain to the canvas and Graver can’t go any further. Though out of sheer ignorance, he continues to try and force the chain to let him crawl as Nakahata starts to stir.

CM: See, this is the times where it is apparent that having some one like a Daisuke or a LOBO or a Smarty Smark can come in handy.

Onik: Especially when you have some one like Edmond that doesn’t even stop to see what he is caught on.

CL: That sneaky little bastard is screwing us all out of Graver’s great third reign!

JH: My, isn’t that just a shame.

CL: Shut it, Bitchen, no one cares about your opinion since you are the only one that thinks it.

Onik: Actually, I agree with him, the championship is just starting to lose the stench left on it by Edmond.

CM: All you need to do is throw it in the wash once and it’d be gone.

Finally he decides to see what the hold up is as he curses under his breath several times, and his eyes go red as he spots the problem. “You piece of shit!” he wails as he crawls in a hurry towards the ropes, Daisuke quickly retreats. After Daisuke let go, Graver gives up trying to beat on him and turns to resume crawling but is hit on the back of his head with a kick. Quickly Nakahata ties up Graver’s one arm with his kneeling knee, pinning it under it as he hooks his other arm like an abdominal stretch. However Nakahata instead starts driving side elbow strikes into the hairline of the Minister of Awesomocity, causing more blood to squirt out of his wound.

CL: Fucking hell! Kiyoshi is beating the holy hell out of Graver and has made it impossible for him to fight back!

Onik: It is, however, a good tactic to use at this point and where he is targeting.

JH: I may not like Graver but that is down right cut throat! He is attacking a wound that has a shard of glass still lodged in it!

CM: Wouldn’t it be funny if another person from that four way made Graver into a blood fountain?

CL: Fuck yeah!

Onik: I personally wouldn’t mind seeing Edmond busted open to that degree again either.

JH: I hope not! That could be serious trouble for Graver’s health!

CM: Don’t be a considerate pussy, Bitchen, thinks of the look imagery!

FIW’s newest referee kneels down in front of the duo and keeps asking Graver if he wishes to give up or quit the match. But in between the vicious and rapid strikes from Nakahata clearly he can be heard shouting “Fuck no!” Though it seems he might not even have a say in it as his body starts to go limp from the abuse to his cranium. Without fail, ten elbow strikes later and Graver looks completely out of it, except Nakahata keeps striking him. JJ tries to check on him to see if Graver is still awake, but gives up after a few tries and calls for the bell.


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


Onik: So much for Edmond’s reclaiming of the championship and getting a match against me next week.

CL: Damn it! I’m both incredibly happy and incredibly furious!

CM: Yes! Kiyoshi retains like I always knew he would!

JH: We certainly saw a bit more of Nakahata’s ruthless edge.


MA: Here is your winner by knock out and STILL FIW Fighting Spirit Champion…KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSHIIIIIIIIII NNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAA~!!!

His music hits as he tosses Graver against the mat, a few drops of blood bouncing off and going up into the air. A crimson mask covers the Hardcore Fuckamaniac as Daisuke enters the ring. JJ looks to hand Kiyoshi the championship but Nakahata’s manager snatches it away from the referee. He goes behind Kiyoshi and hooks it around the man’s waist as Kiyoshi lifts his arms up in victory to jeers as JJ unlocks Kiyoshi.

JH: This was a brutal match, but in the end Graver didn’t bring enough to get done what he desired.

CL: God is that blood orgasmic worthy.

Onik: Now if you gentlemen shall excuse me, I believe my business is done here.

CM: Yeah, see ya…freak.
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The camera cuts away from the ringside area to reveal a locker room where Dr.Mccoy is currently in. He is treating none other than the FIW Flycore Champion, Extreme Ninja #2, whose championship isn’t in sight. A few signs of the battle he had earlier on are visible as the good doctor tends to his patient. Ninja however doesn’t even acknowledge the doctor’s presence as he stares off into space.

Suddenly the door opens and that is what brings EN #2 back down to Earth and in fact, brings him to his feet. The doc looks up and before he can look behind him at the source of this reaction, Ninja pushes him to the side. Extreme Ninja #2 looks ready to go as Paper Bag Man walks into the camera’s view. However, he is the near opposite of Ninja, looking quite timid and nervous.


PBM: I know I’m not welcomed here but I just had to say some thing to you, okay? So I’m not here to play the bad guy or be enemies with you, I don’t want to fight.

It seems his words might hold a bit of truth to them as the Flycore champ drops his guard a bit.

PBM: I’ll say this as quickly as I can so you can return to be attended to by the doctor as I know you need it at this point. While I understand and even to a degree respect what you did a week back, you need to stop this. You can’t go on like this, and at this rate Smarty is going to ensure your death. He isn’t going to back down, you have to understand, and he is furious and wants your blood.

So, the best thing for all of us is if you just go to him and apologize for the incident, and try to ask for his forgiveness. I mean, what will you get out of continuing this? Smarty still owns your contract and there for still owns your career. Trying to battle his authority like this is futile and senseless.


His words don’t seem to faze Extreme Ninja #2, which causes PBM to take a step closer. Gently he rests a hand on Ninja’s shoulder, resulting in the masked face to stare blankly at his hand.

PBM: You are a good guy, and I know you have honor, but think things through, think logically. In the end, no matter what you do, if you try to fight him, you’ll end up losing. As dumb as he can some times act, Smarty doesn’t play these games unless he knows that the deck is stacked in his favor. And believe me, from what is in your contract and what he is requesting from Tier, the deck is set and stacked against you.

Extreme Ninja #2 calmly turns his attention back to the paper bag wearing head as he shrugs off the hand. Smarty Smark’s assistant notices this and sighs lightly as he continues to look at him.

PBM: Please don’t keep doing this, he’ll ruin you and leave you with nothing to live for.

Suddenly EN #2 shakes his head, as if in pity more than any thing else, he turns his back on the smaller man. He limps slightly over to the bench he was sitting on and scoops up some thing off of it. Now in view, it is clearly the silver plated championship that currently belongs to him. Ninja turns around and doesn’t even acknowledge PBM as he limps out of the room as the camera fades to else where…

[align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align]

The scene cuts back to the parking lot of the arena where we see an expensive looking limousine driving up to a free parking space… about three or four of them by the looks of it.

The driver’s door opens up and a smart-looking chauffer climbs out and walks towards the back seat before opening it up, allowing the passenger to get out.

A huge, thickly muscular man steps out in a black pin-striped suit complete with a white collar shirt, slacks and neatly polished black shoes. Of course, this can only be Matt Impact…

He reaches back into the car before pulling out one half of the FIW Tag Team Championships he acquired on Hellraise and goes to whisper something to his chauffer when none other than the enigmatic LOBO Malvado, who looks the complete opposite of the former World Heavyweight Champion in the respect his long and scruffy light brown flows down the back of his Punisher T-shirt.

Matt turns to LOBO with a confused glance at him, not knowing what to make of him… LOBO takes a brief glance at the Tag Team title on Impact’s broad shoulder…

LOBO: I just wanted to congratulate you on your win at Hellraise… it was an impressive victory considering that you and your partner weren’t on the same page. Though the only real gripe I have about it is the way you won…

Daisuke holding onto Toan’s feet… not that I’m criticizing the tactic, I would have done the same to you or anyone else in the match had I the chance but I wonder though, would the result had been the same if I’d chosen to be at ringside that night? Or would Club Kamikaze be the Tag Team Champions right now instead of you and Kiyoshi?


Impact merely nods with a megawatt smile…

Impact: Thank you… but need I remind you that I was the one who pinned Toan. Not Kiyoshi, not Daisuke or anyone else for that matter.

Impact pauses for a moment…

Impact: Why exactly are you here? Waiting out here in the parking lot of all places?

LOBO holds his hands up in a non-threatening manner…

LOBO: I didn’t come here to start a fight… I came here because I wanted to talk.

Impact raises a quizzical eyebrow to LOBO

LOBO: I won’t take up much of your time, I promise.

I know how wrestlers in your league need adequate time to keep themselves looking their best… and I wouldn’t want to make the belt you’re holding lose any value from having a sub-par wrestler holding it by keeping you too long.


Impact nods affirming to the Jewish mouthpiece of Red Cell…

Impact: I have some free time… we can talk right now if you like.

LOBO: Great, thank you but would you mind if we talked in private?

Impact: Why?

LOBO: Well, it’s not exactly something you’d want to discuss in the middle of a parking lot… it’d be best if we went somewhere away from the prying eyes and eaves-dropping of those who it doesn’t concern… yet.

Impact turns to his chauffer, whispers in his ear before turning back to LOBO and nodding before they walked off into a private area to talk as the chauffer closed the passenger’s seat and we cut back to ringside…

JH: The following match scheduled is for the Undisputed International Championship!

CL: We get to see Xtreme Kitten massacre another victim, what a goodie for me!

CM: I’m not sure if this is going to be an easy match for Xtreme Kitten, he is facing Vinj, this might be the end to his healthy run.

CL: Curse you, do you really think that Xtreme Kitten is going to lose?!

JH: I think that Xtreme Kitten is going to walk away with his title, have you noticed that Vinj is not in top toe shape.

CM: True.

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

MA: Making his way down to the ring weighing in at two hundred and sixteen pounds…he is VIIIIIIIIIIIINJ!!!

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

CL: Pfft…he is fifty pounds wet.

JH: Don’t underestimate Vinj he packs a lot of power especially when he begins to brawl.

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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MA: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Shoal Bay, Australia…XTREEEEEEMEEEEE KITTEEEEEEN!!!

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, and Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match.

CL: And there he is the man with a mission, to fucking the beat the living shit out of every wrestler that sucks ass…oh yeah!

CM: A little too confident are we Constance.

CL: Very if I do say so myself.

Fuzz looks at both wrestlers and he walks over to each one and he pats them down in his little routine he has before he starts the match. the crowd is roaring in excitement as Fuzz raises his right hand into the air and signals the bell to start.

[align=center]DING! DING![/align]
No sooner the bell is rung and Vinj charges towards Xtreme Kitten making dust, nailing a clothesline, but Xtreme Kitten doesn’t even budge. Vinj takes a few steps back and he charges once and he plants an elbow into the face of Xtreme Kitten knocking the big down.

JH: Vinj first attempt wasn’t successful so he gave it another shot and was able to take Xtreme Kitten down with an elbow!

CM: I thought that Xtreme Kitten was going to catch him in the air, he usually accomplishes it in every match.

CL: For crying like a llama, Martin it’s the beginning of the damn match.

Xtreme Kitten pulls himself together and he begins to circle the ring looking for the right opportunity to strike at Vinj. Vinj comes flying in the air for a dropkick, but Xtreme Kitten pushes him out of the way and Vinj slams down on the canvas with a thud.

CL: HA! Xtreme Kitten merely pushed Vinj out of the air, that’s some funny shit now.

JH: Vinj nearly nailed the dropkick on the big man, but Xtreme Kitten demonstrated his strength and slapped him out of the air like a bug.

CM: Close.

Vinj snaps back on his feet and he charges at Xtreme Kitten and he kicks him in the midsection causing him to double over. Vinj wraps his left arm under Xtreme Kitten’s armpit and the right arm over the neck area. He lifts Xtreme Kitten into the air and sends him crashing to the canvas with a sambo suplex.

JH: Vinj lifted Xtreme Kitten off of the floor and executes a sambo suplex with aggression!

CM: Vinj is stepping up his game fairly well.

CL: Yeah, he is the future…

Xtreme Kitten shakes his head and raises up to his feet fixing his mask as he walks over to Vinj and he picks him up into the air and he throws him into the ropes and Vinj lands awkwardly. Vinj hangs himself on the ropes from the fall causing Fuzz to help him up. Vinj shakes his head a little dazed and Xtreme Kitten whips him into the ropes and on the rebound Xtreme Kitten delivers an over the shoulder arm drag.

CL: YOU CAN DOOOOOOOO IT!

JH: Xtreme Kitten threw Vinj right into the ropes he nearly tangled his neck in between the top and middle rope!

CL: Did you see the height on the arm drag over his shoulder?!

CM: Very well executed.

Vinj crawls over to the turnbuckle using the ropes to pull himself up and Xtreme Kitten comes charging driving his size twelve boot into the face and Vinj just falls forward out of it. Fuzz checks on Vinj seeing if he is completely blacked out, but Vinj shows sign of life.

CL: HOLY HOTDOG, DID YOU SEE THAT…I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT MY EYES JUST SAW…PUT THAT SHIT ON REPLAY!

JH: Xtreme Kitten with a boot to the face of Vinj, he must being seeing birdies!

CM: You think?.

Xtreme Kitten walks over to Vinj who is holding the back of his head and reaches down to lift him up, but Vinj wraps his long legs around the arm of Xtreme Kitten making him lose his balance. He uses his strength and weight to pull Xtreme Kitten down to the canvas face first! Vinj then makes his way on top of Xtreme Kitten and he bends his arm behind him and places his knee on his neck giving Xtreme Kitten no way out of the hold.

CM: THIS CAN BE THE END OF IT!!!

Xtreme Kitten on the canvas and he is trying his hardest to get Vinj off of him, but the dead weight isn’t making it easy on the big man.

CL: Yeah the end…

JH: Vinj has locked in the move he calls “From Lamb to Slaughter” looks like it hurts.

Vinj applies more pressure on the back of the neck, but this give Xtreme Kitten an opening as he is able to get his arm free and he simply pushes Vinj off of his back with ease. Vinj drops down with an elbow drop on the back and Xtreme Kitten is back on the canvas.

CL: Wow, can you believe that Xtreme Kitten just broke out of the move…

CM: Funny…

CL: Actually it is kind of funny.

Xtreme Kitten pushes himself up and he shakes his head as Vinj charges at him for a clothesline, but Xtreme Kitten catches him in midair and slams him down to the canvas with a crack.

JH: Xtreme Kitten catching Vinj in midair, did you hear that loud cracking noise?

CL: Sounded like Vinj’s back…

CM: Couldn’t be.

JH: Then who?

Vinj rolls over to the side and underneath him lies a bag of chips, the ruffle kind and he raises his eyebrow as Fuzz walks over with a red face and kicks it out of the ring. Xtreme Kitten grabs Vinj and he whips him into the turnbuckle and charges for a clothesline, but Vinj elbows him in the face.

CL: What the hell was that bag of chips doing there?

CM: I think it was Fuzz’s…did you see how red he turned.

JH: It must been a pain to be slammed right on top of them, just imagine being full of the oily and salty ruffles.

Xtreme Kitten stumbles back and he is hit again in the face with a sharp jab from Vinj and catches him off guard with another, then another, and another and another. Xtreme Kitten is now on the opposite side of the ring and Vinj continues the assault on him.

JH: Vinj is blasting Xtreme Kitten in the face with jabs.

CM: He is a brawler.

CL: He is going to do way more than that to put Xtreme Kitten away.

Xtreme Kitten pushes Vinj off of him as he caters to his bruised face? But we can’t really tell since he is wearing a mask, but lets pretend. Xtreme Kitten walks to the other side of the ring and Vinj follows close behind him. Xtreme Kitten turns around and he blasts a chop right across the chest of Vinj, sounds like a set of China falling.

JH: Xtreme Kitten with that eerie chop right across the chest of Vinj!

CM: Ouch!

CL: I think I see blood!!!!

Vinj is taken back by the move and he slaps Xtreme Kitten back open handed on the chest and Fuzz gets in the middle of both men. Xtreme Kitten tries to push Fuzz out of the way but the heavyset referee backs Xtreme Kitten into the corner and he warns him.

JH: Vinj slapping Xtreme Kitten in the chest, you could I.D. his fingerprints right off of his chest if need be.

CM: Damn that sounded like it hurt, only if I gave a shit.

CL: Do you have any remorse? I know I don’t.

CM: Same boat.

Vinj charges and he leaps into the air like in the matrix films and he goes for a shining wizard combo, but Xtreme Kitten is able to duck under him. Vinj lands on the ropes and he stands up and turns around only to be blasted right in the face again with the CAT KICK…such velocity off of the mat and into the face of Vinj.

CL: ITS OVER!!!

CM: Cheese and Crackers.

Xtreme Kitten folds Vinj over and he hooks the leg for the victory.


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MA: AND STILL UNDISPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION…XTREEEME KITTEEEN!!

The camera opens to a larger than needed, or wanted for that matter, view on the unmistakably boyish features of Toby Bostock’s face.

Toby: Right. You ready, Jorge?

The camera nods, personifying the cameraman’s own response.

Toby: So go into his office and get a good angle of me as I run in with the video tape.

Toby’s face disappears from the screen and is replaced with the blur of a black and white plaque reading: GM’s Office.

Toby: Wait, don’t forget the fan.

The camera turns around to spot Toby again, then moves back around to the door. Despite the danger of entering Tier’s office without knocking, Jorge enters. No doubt with a bottle of his BBQ sauce to help extinguish the corporeal distain exiting in the form of smoke from Tier’s vacant eyes.

Tier: What the?

But before Tier has time to reach for a steel chair Toby Bostock enters the room. Jorge captures Toby in prime form as he holds up a black video tape into the air. Wind blows Toby’s hair into a perfect prismatic parallelogram and his shirt near flies off his chest.

Tier: I wasn’t aware I had authorized a boy band video shoot. Explain yourself before I steal the soul from the back of your doe-ish headmatter.

An expression of realization, then fear and disgust paints over Toby visage.

Toby: Ooooh. Ewww.

Jorge takes the initiative to turn off the fan as Toby’s voice cracks under fear of what may become of his eyes.

Toby: Umm, ah-hah, was trying a new image-ahh, I mean, I came to show you this video-I mean, I was trying to show different kind of maturity, like Luke did as he wandered from the drags of Tatooine desert farm into the unknown mysteries of the Jedi creed…as well as coming to show you this video.

Toby’s gaze takes him back into his mind, no doubt asking himself why he was born in a George Lucas film.

Tier: Well unless what you’re holding is the cinematic version of Watership Down, I hardly think it’s worth my time.

Toby: Ugh. How can you watch that? With the rabbits and the killing. It’s so disgusting. But, no. This isn’t it. However, I think you’ll find it interesting none-the-less. May I?

Toby motions towards the TV sat to the left of Tier’s desk which faces him as he turns in his black recliner, to which Tier gives his nod of affirmation. Toby pushes the video in the VCR placed underneath the TV.

Toby: I was wondering around looking for XK when I found…well, you’ll see.

That buzzing sound silence makes is the only thing entering our ears as Toby presses play. However, it takes away nothing from what’s seen on the screen. The video spots Vinj leaning against a wall next to a row of hangers in what appears to be an empty communal shower hall, injecting a needle into his inner elbow.

Jorge moves across the room to gauge Tier’s response.

Tier: This could well be anything. Why bring this to me?

Toby: Well, have you noticed Vinj’s weight loss? He’s like, two hundred and sixteen pounds. And he always looks tired. And he’s moody as. A few weeks ago he was all mean and now all of a sudden we’re buddies? I dunno…

Tier looks through Toby as he ponders and wonders what to do with this information. He nods to himself and then blurs Toby back into his vision.

Tier: You guys can leave now.

Tier dismisses the two with a flick of his wrist and the two leave Tier to his thoughts.

Toby: So how was I? The Velcro was a great idea. I totally pulled off the pose Luke Skywalker does on the New Hope poster.

The camera nods, gauging a positive reaction to Toby’s performance. Toby continues to button…I mean, ‘velcros’ his shirt up as Jorge speaks.

Jorge: Usted piensa esto era una buena pensamiento?

Toby: Don’t worry Jorge. Of course this was a good idea. Vinj obviously needs help. But I mean, he isn’t exactly going to take it well if I approach him, right? Better Tier deal with it than I. He’s scary…and stuff. C’mon, let’s go grab a taco.

And with that the camera fades to a nice unresolute black.

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JH: Before our main event this evening we have a champion versus champion match. One half of the NEW tag team champions, Matt Impact, will take on the NEW Dual Crown Champion, Remy Barteaux.

CM: You know, I loved Ragin’ as the DC holder but Remy is just as good. Better even.

JH: Well he’s not the person I’d choose to represent FIW --

CL: Which is a good thing. He’s far more interesting then anyone you’d choose.

JH: Can we just get this thing going already?

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.

JH: Matt and Kiyoshi certainly made an impact last week at Hellraise, but Matt’s flying solo tonight.

CM: Impact. I get it. I get jokes.

[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.

CL: This isn’t the first time he’s stepped into a ring across from Remy, they first met in The Cube on our very first ReVolt.

JH: Neither of them won that match, but they’ve both gone on to make champions of themselves.

[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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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York and weighing in at 286lbs, he is one half of the NEW FIW TAG TEAM CHAMPIOOOOOOOONS, MAAAAAATT, IMMMMMPAAAAAACT!!!

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

JH: He’s got the size and the weight advantage but Remy is…how can I put this?

CL: A sneaky little bastard?

JH: Something like that.

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. He takes his position on the stage, straightens his suit and motions toward the entrance, drawing our attention to the arrival of the Dual Crown Champion.

JH: And here he is folks, our new Dual Crown Champion.

CM: Love him or hate him, he’s earned those belts.

With his face partially covered by his hood, and with the iconic cane clutched by his side, Remy steps out onto the stage. But something’s missing.

CL: Belts he seems to have forgotten.

He holds his arms out to his sides, his fingers twitching as they beckon forth two beautiful girls that appear from the entranceway behind him, each carrying one half of the Dual Crown.

CM: Now that’s style.

Riggs leads the way, marching proudly up the aisle as Remy takes off behind him. He clutches the end of his cane, using it as a walking stick as he saunters along the walkway, flanked on either side by his belt carrying honeys.
Upon reaching the ring, Riggs hops up onto the apron and Remy motions to his girls to ascend the steel steps ahead of him. Riggs sits on the middle rope and watches intently as the girls duck through and into the ring, closely followed by the man himself. Once in Remy flicks the hood back to reveal a rougish smirk etched into that handsomely rugged face. He throws his arms out once more and the girls sidle up to him, the Dual Crown belts glinting off the house lights as he proudly displays his trophies.

JH: Unbelievable.

CM: I know, it’s awesome.

He leaves them in the centre and 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. The girls plant a pair of good luck kisses onto their don before exiting the ring with Riggs and retreating to a safe position, as Remy warms up ready for the match.

MA: And his opponent, from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing in at 225lbs, he is the NEW FIW DUAL CROWN CHAMPIOOOOOOON, REMEEEEEE, BARTOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!

The Truth calls both men to the centre of the ring and lays down the laws of the ring. Both nod mindlessly as they stare into the other’s ocular orbs. Remy smirks in that cocky manner we’ve become accustomed to and Matt nods in a manner that seems to be requesting the DC Champ to ‘bring it’.

JH: Think what a coup this would be for Impact, to defeat the new Dual Crown Champion in his first match after winning the title.

CL: It would certainly stand him in good stead. Might even make himself a double champion out of it.

The Truth asks if both men understand the rules. Of course they do, but before they can retreat to their corners the oddball ref grabs Remy by the arm, holding him in place. The DC Champ turns to him with an irritated glare, only to find the ex-magician staring intently at his ear.

JH: What the hell is he doing now?

The Truth reaches up, guiding his hand toward Remy’s flinching head…and plucks a quarter from behind the champ’s ear. He shows it to the crowd with an amazed look on his face and they humour him with a round of applause.

JH: Oh for heavens sake.

CM: Wow, that guy’s awesome. He totally Siegfried and Royed his ass.

The mystical referee turns and offers the quarter to Remy, who stares at it in utter disgust before swatting it out of his hand. It bounces out of the ring and the crowd boo the grumpy spoil sport. Remy doesn’t give a crap of course, until he looks up to see Matt laughing his ass off at him. The Cajun rages up and shoves his palms into Impact’s chest, forcing him to stumble back across the canvas. The Tag Champ don’t exactly take kindly to his opponent’s actions, and comes back with a HUGE shove of his own. He puts all 286lbs of his weight behind it and shoves Remy clear into the ropes! The champ barely keeps himself vertical as he glares out at Impact with a mixture of surprise and anger.

JH: Impact has so much power. Remy’s a stick insect compared to the muscular bulk of the Tag Team Champion.

Truth reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a white handkerchief. He tosses it into the air and…it turns into a dove! Which apparently is the signal for Timmy the timekeeper to ring the bell and get this show on the road.

JH: Finally, enough with the magic tricks and on with the rassling.

CL: That thing’s gonna crap all over the ring.

Remy comes CHARGING off the ropes with a all mighty roar as he POWERS into Impact with a leaping Clothesline, but Impact doesn’t budge! The champ looks him up and down, confused as to why he’s not rolling around on the canvas right now crying for his mommy. He heads back to the ropes, this time building up more momentum as he throws himself off them and comes HURTLING back towards Impact with a leaping Lariat -- but Matt only staggers back a foot or two!

CM: This sucker wobbles but he won’t fall down.

Remy’s getting slightly annoyed now as he takes off for the ropes one more time and CHARGES back in -- to a LARIAT from Impact -- NO! Remy ducks it and heads for the opposite set of ropes! He comes BARRELING off them as Matt turns round, and Remy takes to the air with a Spinning Wheel Kick that cracks Impact off his jaw and sends him CRASHING into the canvas!

CM: That’ll do it.

Remy rolls away and up to a knee, a smug smile tattooed on his mug as he watches Impact rise. He stops at a knee as well and glances over to the cocky Cajun, rubbing his jaw as he drills two eye shaped holes through the DC Champ’s forehead. And with little warning he BOLTS out across the ring! Remy’s eyes widen in shock as the beast of a man CHARGES in on him, but the Cajun manages to deftly duck beneath his opponent’s raised arm. He spins round -- right into a HUGE LARIAT from Impact that FLOORS the Dual Crown Champion!

JH: That’s some scary power right there.

Remy blinks through the glaze that has coated his eyes as Matt moves in and grabs himself a hand full of dirty blond locks. He wrenches the champ off the canvas and takes his wrist, and whips him into a Short Arm LARIAT that once again DROPS the Ragin’ Cajun like a sack of spicy potatoes! Impact keeps a hold of that wrist though and drags his groggy opponent up, before taking him DOWN in similar style!

CM: Impact is all over the champ here.

CL: Muscle over mind at the moment, but the Cajun’s a sneaky little bastard. He’ll work his way back into this match.

Matt drags the limp body of Remy Barteaux back to his feet and this time whips him into the ropes. The champ rebounds, straight into the waiting grasp of the Tag Team Champion who takes him down with a VICIOUS STO!

JH: ES TEE OH!! Remy’s been WEAVED into the canvas!

Matt drops over the corpse of the champ and looks for a quick three.

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Remy throws a shoulder up and Impact pulls himself up. He stoops down and grabs Remy by the head and attempts to drag him up with him but the champs fights back! The two struggle back and forth until Matt jerks his head back, his hands flying up to his eyes as he stumbles back across the ring!

CM: What was that?

JH: I’d say a sneaky eye rake by Remy, though with them so tightly locked up it seems to have escaped the notice of the ref.

The Truth gives Remy a stern look as he pulls himself to his feet. He shoots the ref an innocent smile before turning back -- to find Impact CHARGING towards him! Remy drops and rolls and pops up behind the New Yorker just as the beast spins round and sets his sights back on his prey. He moves in a throws a boot toward Remy’s gut, but the champ catches it and throws it back down, before leaping into the air and taking Impact down with a MOONSAULT DROPKICK! Matt hits the canvas but quickly rolls to his stomach. He pushes himself up to all fours and -- Remy hops up on his back! He flips into the air and SQUASHES one half of the Tag Team Champions with the…

JH: REMY-SAULT!!

Remy tolls off his opponent and signals something discreetly to his ringside entourage, and as Matt begins to push himself up he takes a weak ass slap to the face from Riggs!

JH: What the hell is he doing?

CL: Man that was such a pussy slap.

Impact glares through the ropes at his ‘attacker’ by before he can move The Truth intercepts. Riggs seems to be fuming about something as he clambers up onto the apron and tries to force himself into the ring, but of course the ref is there to stop him ingress.

On the other side of the ring, Remy is unwrapping the tape from one of his wrists and watching on as his lackey keeps the ref busy. He marches over to the slowly rising Impact and quickly mounts his back, wrapping the tape around his neck as he pulls it back, strangling the former Slammer behind The Truth’s back!

JH: Oh come on! You had him down, you didn’t have to resort to this!

CL: Didn’t have to, but he can, and that’s the point. He’s the friggin’ champ, not to mention a Don, he can do anything he wants.

Remy pulls back on the tape with all his might as Matt tries to pry his fingers in-between it and his neck as his face turns to a lovely shade of purple. He starts to fade, and a sick grin covers the champion’s face.

JH: I’m begging that crazy wizard to turn round and do his fricking job!

Matt is fading. His head lolling, his eyes…bursting open as he feels a sudden rush of adrenaline! He clenches his fist and begins to push himself up, first to a knee, then up to his feet! All the time with Remy hanging off his back! The champ pulls with all his weight but Impact CHARGES backwards and FLATTENS him into the nearest corner!

JH: He did it! He broke free!

Matt staggers forward and drops to his knees as his hands find the red streak around his throat. Remy slumps down in the corner, his head spinning from the impact as he gazes blurrily out at his monster of an opponent.

On the other side of the ring, The Truth has grown tired of Riggs’ antics and whips out…a handful of cards. He holds them out to the confused grunt and offers him the choice to take one. Bewildered by the whole process, Riggs reaches out and plucks a card from the deck…which proceeds to explode in a puff of purple smoke that blinds and chokes the slimy limey and sends him dropping off the apron to the mats below. Much to the amusement of the spectators.

CM: Wow! That guy’s like Gandalf and Merlin rolled into one.

The Truth takes a bow and turns back to the action, to find Matt on his knees and Remy slumped in the corner.

JH: That’s right, we’ve been having a wrestling match while you were off entertaining.

Having caught his breath, Matt steadily begins pushing himself up, but this does not escape Remy’s notice. He drags himself up by the ropes and hitches himself onto the second cable. From there he waits for his prey to groggily turn round, before leaping off and…getting CAUGHT BY IMPACT! Matt spins him round and SLAMS him into the canvas with an ELEVATED SPINEBUSTER!!

JH: Remy’s spine has been FUSED with the canvas!

Remy’s back arches to the pain of it being slammed damn near through the canvas. He writhes on the mat while Impact shakes away the cobwebs and gets his head back in the game. He stands and stoops down to drag Remy back to his feet, but the Cajun fights him all the way with errant fists and feet flying everywhere. Matt settles him down with a HARSH forearm across his back, followed quickly by a STIFF boot to his gut that doubles the champ over in pain. He takes a moment, grinning over his dominance of the Dual Crown Champion. He weaves his hand through the champ’s hair and yanks him up straight, his toothy maw gleaming with vicious intent as he WRAPS his arms around Remy’s chest and PULLS HIM UP INTO A BEAR HUG!! Remy yelps in pain as his freshly aching spine is compressed into his lungs!

JH: This is where the power advantage comes into it. Matt has the champion locked in and there may be no escape.

CL: He’s the champ for a reason. If anyone can find a way to slip themselves out of this it’ll be Mr. Barteaux.

Matt squeezes his huge, muscle bound arms in as tight as he can around the midsection of the Ragin; Cajun, who struggles between laboured breaths to wriggle himself free of the hold. But with every effort he makes to free himself, Matt just squeezes that little bit tighter! The Truth is there, asking the champ if he wants to take an early shower but of course he refuses, which in turn only angers Impact all the more and he applies even more pressure to the slowly choking form of the champ.

JH: Matt can hold this all night if he wants to, but I’d guess Remy doesn’t have that long till he passes out.

CM: Might as well just tap out, man, save your spine the hassle.

Remy kicks and wriggles as he tries in vain to pry himself from the Tag Champ’s grasp, who as Hitchen said could quite happily keep this up all night. Remy however would appear to have plans for this evening that involve his spine being the correct shape, so he tries a last ditch attempt to free himself from the ever tightening predicament. He lifts his arms up and WHACKS Matt in the temples with his forearms! But Matt shakes it off and fixes the Cajun with an enraged gaze, before SQUEEZING even tighter!

CM: I think that just pissed him off.

Remy grits his teeth as he reels back and tries again, once more SLAMMING his forearms into either side of Impact’s head. Once again he shakes it off and SQUEEZES all the more!

JH: Remy’s weak, he can’t get all his strength behind those shots.

His eyes begin to fade and his arms drop to his sides as the life ebbs out of him. The Truth is all set to do the hand thing that refs often do in this sitch, but Remy finds his second wind and tries one more time! He reaches up and grabs the beast by the head, before CRACKING his forehead into Matt’s with a THUNDEROUS HEADBUTT!! Matt falters, but he shakes it off and -- gets CRACKED with another! And another, and another as Remy assaults him with a volley of sickening head-butts that eventually see the big man loosen his grip, and both men fall back to the canvas!

JH: What a VICIOUS assault by Barteaux. He may have found his way out but it didn’t do him any favours. Both men are on dream street right about now.

Both men are down and cradling their heads as Remy’s attack reverberates through both their skulls. The Truth checks on them both and decides a count out may be in order.

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Two!
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Both men hear the numbers and begin to stir, but their heads are weighing heavy upon them.

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Four![/align]


They try to roll onto their sides but both men seem to be having trouble.

JH: What a shame it would be if this bout ended in a draw.

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Six
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Impact rolls onto his stomach and begins to push himself up to his hands and knees. He glances up and sees the ropes not a few feet in front of him and drags himself over to them. Truth watches intently as the Tag Champ begins to pull himself up, and turns his gaze to the opposite side of the ring to find Remy has managed to clamber to his knees, holding his gut in pain. Truth stops the count and Matt reaches full verticality as he spins round to see Remy still on his knees. He shakes off what he can of the head-butts and marches across the canvas, a little wobbly in his stride but he manages to make it to Remy where he BOOTS him in the face!

CM: Ooooh, that’s some cold shit.

Remy’s head is jerked back and bounces back forward like some demented jack in the box. Impact reaches down, grabs him by his dirty blond hair and drags the Dual Crown Champion to his feet. He slaps him about a bit before HOISTING him and onto his shoulders!

CM: This is it! Upset victory for Matt Impact!

He turns to face the crowd, making sure they all get a good look at their Dual Crown Champion before spinning him -- NO! Before Remy YANKS him backwards and DRIVES his head into the canvas with a CRUCIFIX ROLL-UP DRIVER!

JH: THE FLUX INCAPACITATOR!!!

Matt’s head is SPIKED into the canvas and Remy rolls off to the side. He takes a moment to catch his breath before leaping back in on Matt and making the cover!

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Two!!

Kickout!!!
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JH: Impact kicks out!

Remy rolls off and bangs a clenched fist into the canvas, but he doesn’t dwell on it too long before clambering up to his feet and turning back to his prey. But Impact’s already getting up!

JH: What a monster this guy is! He’s had more head shots then The Departed.

CL: Kudos on the pop culture reference, grandpa, but it’s not like Impact’s got anything in that solid oak head of his to damage. Head dropping him leaves nothing but a dent.

Remy stalks his prey, waiting for him to turn around before he charges in and throws a YAKUZA KICK toward his cranium!

CL: MOB HI -- oh.

Remy’s foot sails over Impact as the big man ducks and turns! Remy barely has time to spin around before he’s HOISTED up onto Impact’s shoulders and dropped into a LIGHTNING fast DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!

CM: IMPACT DROP!!! HE DID IT!!

Matt drops into a cover!

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Two!!

Three!!!
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, MATT, IMMMMMPAAAAAAAACT!!!

JH: Matt Impact has put down the Dual Crown Champion here tonight! What a victory!

CL: Chump got lucky.

CM: Lucky my finely toned buttocks.

Matt takes to his feet and raises his arms to the heavens, a victorious grin tattooed across his jaw. He gives the champ a quick boot before heading for the ropes and dropping down to ringside.

JH: Well this certainly sets him back on track for the Dual Crown.

He snatches up his Tag Team title belt from the timekeeper and sneers at Riggs and Remy’s belt carrying hotties, before turning and heading off up the aisle, leaving the slimy limy to check on his boss.

JH: Whoever wins our next match tonight better watch their back, we could end up with two number one contenders.

We come back from time from commercials to hear a (not so) famous quote from The Boondock Saints…

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There was a FIRE FIGHT!!!



Reach out and touch faith!
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…before the tunes of “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson start to pound out of the PA system and as we expected, the Deathmatch Bastard himself, Toan steps out from behind the curtain to a torrent of jeers from the capacity crowd in Ohio.

CL: Ie, gad… why can’t we go one show without HIM showing up?

JH: We’ve had some odd goings on lately with LOBO talking to both members of the FIW Tag Team Champions…

CM: Do you think he’s was talking to them about a possible title match between them and Club Kamikaze?

CL: Oh, Buddha… I hope not…

Toan walks down the aisle, looking as serious as he can be as his enigmatic second, LOBO Malvado, and the Wicked Bitch From The East, Momoko Wakari, walking not far behind him… but reverts back to his usual self when a ringside fan tries to start a “Horrorcore” chant and promptly gets pushed down back into his seat by the Hardcore Jesus who continues walking down the aisle and slides into the ring.

Michael Anderson gets on the house microphone in the center of the ring as Toan gets back up to his feet…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, please wel-

Mr Anderson is cut off from Toan snatching the house mike out of his hands pushing him by the side of his head away from him…

CL: He’s in a very shoving mood tonight, isn’t he?

CM: I would be if I were Toan… all these ugly women out here in Ohio… ugh…

Toan raises the mike to his mouth straight away…

Toan: Cut my fucking music… now.

“Personal Jesus” cuts out abruptly, leaving Toan in the center of the ring to collect his thoughts as fans of Marilyn Manson voice their displeasure at the ceasing of his music.

Toan looks out at the crowd with a scornful glance to them…

Toan: You know, I would be polite and give you people the benefit of merely saying the stench of all of you is enough to make me sick but in all honesty, the mere sight of every one of you inbred Ohio hillbillies is enough to make me lose every meal I’ve had since September 1988.

Ouch! They didn’t like that one bit… though Toan thinks over what he said whilst looking down at his free hand before letting out a small chuckle

Toan: 1988…

That was the year that the sport of professional wrestling in the United Kingdom was taken off television… you couldn’t even watch it on SKY TV and the who fought so valiantly were left to wallow in obscurity for the rest of their lives.

I was only sixteen at the time… I’d spent hours of my childhood sat in front of a television screen watching some of the most amazing things I’d ever seen…

I was one of millions who watched wrestlers like Johnny Saint and Steve Grey display a form of athleticism that had never been seen before… I was one of millions who watched arguably the biggest bout of that era when Big Daddy and Giant Haystacks butted heads for the first time… and I was one of millions who watched the unmasking of Kendo Nagasaki.


Toan paused for a moment…

Toan: But, of course… seeing as how you people only just discovered the use of smoke signals you’ll have never heard of any of these people before.

Yet more boos for the Hardcore Jesus… he goes to speak again but some people in the crowd try to start their own little chants to disrupt his promo. However it sounds like fifteen different ones trying to be started all at once… so they must hate the man a LOT.

Toan: Christ, you people are so stupid you can’t even chant the same things…

Again with boos! Why won’t these people learn? Anyway… more dialogue as Toan gets back to his topic at hand…

Toan: After that, the only wrestling we were able to see were at local venues or American wrestling on weekends.

It wasn’t the same though… instead of athletic contest we had The Gobledy Gooker prancing around the ring with Gene Okerland. It was a revolution in professional wrestling… something which British wrestlers had no power to fight against.

Fast forward to 1994… Eastern Championship Wrestling based out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania closed down and in it’s place Extreme Championship Wrestling was created.

And for the next seven years they created a revolution of their own in professional wrestling… but their own intentions turned into their own downfall as financial difficulties caused the promotion to go under.

And now fast forward to August 2006… Tier drops the bombshell heard all around the world, he’s in charge of FIW and we’re all going to be under the same banner.


Toan inhales threw his nose as he looks around in contempt at the fans…

Toan: But there is just one problem… whilst the WWF and ECW did nothing but benefit the wrestling industry with their revolutionary new ideas and television programs, the FIW that exists before us today if it continues to grow unrestricted will spell the downfall of the entire industry.

What so few of you around the world don’t get is that by supporting Horrorcore wrestlers you’re not only supporting a style which degrades, humiliates and damages both the body and the careers of every person that competes in such a style… you’re supporting those who seek to destroy the very foundations on which the sport of professional wrestling was built upon.


Toan raises up three fingers to the crowd…

Toan: Honour, Discipline and Competitive Sportsmanship.

…and lowers them, as you do.

Toan: I love this sport… I love this business. I can’t imagine doing anything else for a living.

And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let those garbage wrestlers ruin it. But… the sad thing is, as good as my intentions are, I cannot do this job on my own…


Toan sighs lightly, closing his eyes for a second before motioning to Momoko for a moment…

Toan: I already have Momoko on my side… but she and I cannot fight them all off on our own, no matter how much firepower we could acquire.

Which was why I chose to recruit LOBO… a man who I set the task as soon as he signed the dotted line to go out and find me some suitable recruits for this revolution.

And I believe he has found someone, am I right?


Toan turns to LOBO who nods and motions to a ring monkey to hand him the spare house mike… the good little monkey does and LOBO switches it on to respond to the Crimson King’s question

LOBO: As I’m sure a lot of people noticed earlier on… there were two wrestlers that the camera caught me talking to.

In them, I saw two of the best talents that FIW has to offer… I saw two of brightest shining stars that the sport of professional wrestling has ever seen.

But… personally, I thought that perhaps they’d better come out and let you tell them what you want to tell them face-to-face.


Toan raises a quizzical eyebrow to his Jewish compatriot’s suggestion… though soon nods in agreement

LOBO: OK, in that case… let me introduce to you and everyone watching… the greatest World Heavyweight Champion that FIW has ever produced, Matt Impact!

“I’m Alive” by Disturbed hits on the PA system and Matt Impact walks with a smug smile on his face and one half of the tag titles over his shoulder to the ring, no fancy lighting or anything but he does stop to berate a few fans for flipping him the bird.

Eventually he gets to the ring and climbs up the steel steps before entering the ring but LOBO cuts in to his entrance…

LOBO: And let me introduce to you… the most explosive newcomer to FIW this year… Kiyoshi Nakahata!

Impact looks confused at LOBO as “Rusty Nail” by the Black Feather Orchestra plays and the other half of the FIW Tag Team Champions steps out on to the stage; the Judo King of FIW has his half of the Tag Titles slung over his shoulder and, as ever, he’s led out by Daisuke The Crow, his sword and his Black Box.

Both the Japan natives make their way down the aisle to the ring and enter as expected, though untrusting glances are passed in every direction by the tag champs which LOBO takes notice of and whispers in the Crimson King’s ear briefly.

LOBO: Now guys… I’m sure that makes little sense at the moment why we’d ask you both to come here and talk to the man who you were against at Hellraise but please, hear me out…

Let Toan say what he has to say and make up your own mind at the end of it.


LOBO turns to Toan and nods who walks forwards to Matt Impact, looking up at the slightly taller wrestler

Toan: Matt… for the first few months when I first was on Slam, I saw just exactly what kind of a man you were.

On the first Slam show I was at, I saw you dominate Orion Oldriod… you took everything he had to throw at you and shrugged it off like it was nothing. I saw you utterly decimate the man… you tore him apart, piece by piece… he couldn’t beat you on his own so he used Jack Manson to assist him.

Whilst it was a small loss I knew that was the beginning of something good… because as I learned a long time ago, anger is more useful to us than despair.

For the next year and a half until August 13th of this year I watched you plough threw every opponent you ever had with seemingly no end in sight… until FIW merged together and Tier took the helm.


Toan paused for a moment

Toan: But see, rather than promoting real Pro-Wrestling like the old FIW we used to know did… he promotes Horrorcore.

And proof is in the pudding that you’ve been held down… lost in the mix if you will, by the office who now would much rather be interested in placing someone who can get hit with a sex toy rather than someone who can actually wrestle as our headliners.

Threw no fault of your own, you were unable to get a win since the merge first started… but at Hellraise, both you and Kiyoshi showed that Pro-Wrestling can overcome Horrorcore.

You and Kiyoshi choked out Graver and Kenny with ease and the proof of that isn’t in the pudding this time… it’s right there on your shoulder.


Toan points to one half of the Tag Titles on Impact’s shoulder

Toan: I truly believe that you and I were among the best that Slam if not the entire of FIW had to offer… but you and I were in a class of our own when it came to our respective styles.

Not to say we’re not proficient in each other’s core styles but when it comes to swinging a chair, nobody can hit them as hard as I can… and when it comes to throwing suplexes, nobody can throw them further than you can.

But it’s because of those qualities that we possess that Horrorcore wrestlers have had the fear of God struck in them from men like us.

The office knows that… which is why our interaction with any Horrorcore wrestlers who they feel would be embarrassed by us has been kept to a minimum and thus you became lost in the shuffle.

But if you’re on my side… you’ll be right back to how you used to be before the merge. That, I guarantee to you.


Impact looks on considerately as Toan then turns to Kiyoshi and Daisuke...

Toan: Kiyoshi… Daisuke…

I’ve been in this sport for well over a decade and a half. I’ve been a lot of great wrestlers, a lot of men with great potential… but very few of them actually achieved what their potential could allow them to do because of them being held down.

In the mid-nineties when I was wrestling in some regional independents in the United States I once met a man who was one of the most impressive young wrestlers I’d ever seen in my life.

There wasn’t a hold the man couldn’t escape or counter into one of his own but, the sad thing about it was he couldn’t make it past the first or second match because… he was Japanese by birth.

For some reason the owner of the promotion who’s name I won’t even give the privilege of mentioning, had such a draconian form of thinking that he didn’t think someone like him was worthy enough to be brought into perspective…

And I was so disgusted that I never worked for that racist son-of-a-bitch again.


Daisuke whispers in Kiyoshi’s ear momentarily as Toan pauses for breath

Toan: You watched New Japan during your youth, didn’t you? I know how popular that was during the nineties… especially when Masa Chono rebelled against the office.

I remember seeing how frustrated he was after he lost the IWGP Title and wasn’t able to get it back… I remember how he felt so betrayed by the office that he worked so hard to please.

But instead of being reactive… he became proactive. He became the meanest, nastiest, most obnoxious son-of-a-bitch he could without any regard for rules laid down on him by the New Japan office.

And the result is as of right now he is loved all over Japan and has five G1 Climax titles to his name which completely overshadows his only IWGP reign.


Yet another pause… Jebus, this is long…

Toan: I myself followed a similar path… when I first started in FIW I hoped that in a year or two I’d be headlining Pay-Per-Views or at least getting higher up the ladder.

But now, two years later, I’m no-where near that… I’m more or less in the same position as I was when I started… and I’m very pissed off about it.

But after seeing what the new generation have the potential to do… in a few years time, it should be people like you and Momoko that are headlining our Pay-Per-Views, it should be you who is in the main event but with the way the current management works, it won’t happen…

But if you’re on my side… instead of just waiting for the management to give you our shots, I’ll take them for you.


Toan lowers the microphone… Daisuke turns to Kiyoshi with an enthusiastic tone to his voice as he starts to converse with Kiyoshi… in Japanese, obviously. Kiyoshi seems not as eager as Daisuke but seems to be nodding softly to what his manager is speaking about.

Impact, is somewhat the same… he seems to be thinking things over thoroughly as Toan waits for several seconds before LOBO raises his schtick to his mouth again.

LOBO: We’re not going to force you into doing anything you don’t want to do… but we know you guys deserve better than what you’re getting.

Toan extends his hand to them… both Impact and Kiyoshi look at Toan in consideration of his offer.

Impact is the first to take the initiative and shakes the hand of the Deathmatch Bastard as Kiyoshi walks over to Momoko Wakari and shakes her hand, bowing his head apologetically to the pink-haired joshi wrestler’s surprise… he says something to her in their native language.

Momoko touches her nose, which was bloodied on Hellraise by Kiyoshi before nodding in acceptation…

Daisuke, at the same time, shakes Toan’s hand before Kiyoshi turns to Toan and shakes his hand respectfully.

A lot of people are surprised to see the turn of events before Toan lifts his mike up again…

Toan: We’re done here… for now. But next week, I promise you… Red Cell are going active.

Stay sharp…


Toan drops the house mike he was holding and the rest of the faction leave the ring and head back up the aisle for us to move onto the nfinal...

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JH: Up next is main event.

CL: The winner will become the number one contender to the Dual Crown Championship.

CM: And it'll be Sean Madrox, no doubt or Kennedy or Kailey, yeah, yeah I'm pretty sure it'll be one of those three.

JH: Covering all the bases there Chip.

CL: Not all of them, Grant Rice is in this match.

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

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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.

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.

"Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd as she moves to her corner.

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. 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.

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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.

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GET TIRED, OR WASTED
SURRENDER TO NOTHING
I'LL GIVE UP WHAT I STARTED
AND STOPPED IT
FROM END TO BEGINNING
A NEW DAY IS COMING
AND I AM FINALLY FREE
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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.

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I’LL ATTACK
RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
GO CHANGE YOURSELF
RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
NOW I’LL ATTACK
I’LL ATTACK, I’LL AA WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Sean reaches the apron and he jumps up on it looking at both sides, then he flips over the top rope into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles and he once again taunts his infamous ‘X’ as the crowd continues with jeers. He then removes his sleeveless hoodie and waits for his opponent.

Michael Anderson stands in the middle of the ring and looks towards Grant Rice.

MA: Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls it is now time for the MAIN EVENT! Of the evening. In the dull silver corner Kansas City, Missouri, U.S.A. he weighs in at two hundred and forty eight pounds... GRAAANNNTTT RIIIIIIICE!

Anderson points to Grant Rice, then looks to Kailey.

MA: In another lackluster silver corner, from Nashville, Tennessee, U.S.A. she weighs in at one hundred and thirty six pounds, KKKKKKAAAAAILEY LAAAAAAAAAAANNNNEEEE!

Michael points at Kailey and stares at here for a moment before moving on to the next corner.

MA: In a third equally dim silver corner, from Los Angeles, California, U.S.A. she weighs in at one hundred and thirty five pounds, KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!

Anderson points to Kennedy and slowly moves on to the last corner.

MA: And in the final almost grey not silver corner, from Fairfield, Connecticut, U.S.A. he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is Mister Phenomenal... SEEEEAAAN MADDDRRRROOOOOX!

Tony Clarke goes over rules quickly with each competitor while patting them down checking for weapons. Michael Anderson leaves the ring. Clarke calls for the bell.

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Kailey and Kennedy dash from their corners and narrowly miss each other as they cross paths to get to their diagonally opposite opposition. Kailey dives at Sean Madrox with a crossbody taking him off his feet. Kennedy ducks a clothesline attempt from Rice and goes behind, she spins him around into a hard forearm followed up with a snapmare. Kailey quickly hooks his inside leg with hers and rolls for a cover. Kennedy thinks about a dropkick to the back of the head but stops herself, grabs hold of Rice by the ears and knees him in the back of the skull multiple times.

CM: Look at Kennedy, she's got him by the ears and showing him how she likes it.

JH: Kailey's got a cover

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CL: Too little, too early from the southern belle

Sean powers out of the pin. Kailey rushes to her feet as does Sean, the pair barely glance at each other before attacking. Sean throws a chop to the chest but steps right into a forearm to the face, both stagger Sean towards the middle of the ring and Kailey steps parallel with the ropes. Kennedy brings Grant to his feet by his ears and pushes him into the corner and wraps his arms around the top rope pulling on the wrists.

CL: Kennedy just treating Grant like her personal gimp.

JH: All he needs is the leather suit and mask.

CM: Leather why not rubber?

Sean and Kailey regain their balance quickly and dash at each other, Kailey is quicker and throws a sharp elbow strike, followed by two more to daze Sean, she dashes to the ropes looking to come back with something powerful, FOREARM STRIKE? Kailey turns on the ropes right into a forearm from Sean who followed her in Sean, quickly scoops Kailey up and throws her over the ropes, Kailey manages to hit the apron to avoid the full trip to the floor, Lane holds her back as she writhes in pain.

JH: KENNEDY GOES UP!

Kennedy releases the illegal hold before Clarke has time to get to her, Kennedy forearms Rice in the back of the head then jumps on the second rope next to him, she springs off with decent height and strikes him in the back of his already tilted head and neck.

JH: Springboard knee drop to the back of the head!

CM: Don't change the subject.

CL: No, please change the subject, I'm up for violence and depravity in all of life's aspects but Hitchen in a gimp suit is an image I'd rather not live with.

JH: A statement I'm sure the viewers echo.

CM: Fuck the viewers, answer me.

CL: Pin cover

Kennedy bounces from Grant and lands on her feet, turns and falls as she rolls Rice into a school girl cover.

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CM: Stay on subject!

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JH: She could have had it there.

Sean slides in with a low dropkick to the knees of Kennedy, breaking her cover. Sean picks Kennedy up tosses her out of the ring, Kennedy lands well and is to her feet quickly, Sean covers Grant

CL: Smart cover by Sean.

JH: He's piking the bones.

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CL: As if it were a barbecue chicken.

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Kennedy makes the save by pulling Sean off Rice then out of the ring, she give him a slap then a forearm, she grabs him in a front face lock possibly for the Murder of One, no, Kennedy makes a quick dash jumps up putting her feet on the apron and pushes off for a tornado DDT on the outside! Or at least is would have been if it connected, Sean plants Kennedy down on her feet before she throws back, northern light's from Sean is blocked. Sean releases his grip on Kennedy and punches her in the stomach a few times before setting the northerns light's back up, no, Kennedy let's go of Sean and steps back, She spins him around and he looks up.

JH: DOUBLE SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

Kailey was standing around the corner from the pair on the apron, she leapt up to the top rope and sprung across the corner turning her back as Sean looks up, Kailey flung back with a high elevation arch, she hits Sean hard.

CL: Oh come on, Sean could have easily side stepped that.

CM: Normally but Kailey's ass can be distracting.

CL: While she was in the air he could have.

CM: Kailey arching back is also again quiet distracting.

JH: Who cares why it happened, it happened and it was gooood.

Tony Clarke instructs the three to get back in the ring but on Kennedy is standing to comply, she helps Kailey up then roughly rolls her into the ring. Kennedy then gets back into the ring, KNEE LIFT! Grant Rice is back to his feet and he attacks Kennedy as she ducks between the ropes, he pulls her through and clubs her back a few times before throwing her to the mat with a scoopslam. Rice mounts Kennedy and starts throwing punches at her face, Clarke tells him to desist Grant mocks Tony asking him if he is going to call the match with a disqualification and just as Tony is ready to tackle Grant off Kennedy, Kailey comes running in from the side and dives in with a hard back brain kick.

JH: Kailey strikes perfectly with her foot, Grant falls limp on top of Kennedy.

CM: Limp on top of Kennedy? That's not possible, I tell you I'd be as hard as a-

CL: Madrox is up.

CM: Close, drop the made and make it singular.

Sean looks in the ring in time to see Kailey with the kick he is about to slide in to break any pin attempt when Kailey rolls away holding her foot. Kailey grunts in pain as he puts pressure on in it and luckily Grant rolls off to the side of Kennedy. Madrox slowly pushes himself back out of the ring, he sneaks over to time keepers table and tells him to get up.

JH: What's he doing?

CL: Looking to accelerate this match.

JH: Into what a no contest?

Sean is out to do nothing illegal underhanded maybe but not illegal as he sits in the chair behind the small table with a clear view of the ring.

JH: Huh? What in the world does he think he is the special guest time keeper someone go over there and tell him he is in this match.

CL: You.

JH: I will.

CM: Sit down, he's playing the match his way, it's a great strategy, why expend all the energy looking to sneak a quick win, there'll always be two people to break it up, this way he gets to conserve energy for later after everyone else has been worn out.

Sean ignores the fans near him yelling at him to get back in the ring as he leans back in the chair and puts his hands on the back of his head. Kailey get's to her feet and hops a bit before putting wait on her foot, she cringes a bit but it seems as though she has caused herself no injury. Kailey walks over to Grant as he gets up, she knees him in the ribs as he gets to his feet she then delivers a side Russian leg sweep with all her might to bounce the back of Rice's head off the apron. Kailey gets back up drops a quick knee, she sees Kennedy getting up and runs to the ropes, Kailey steps on Kennedy's back and leaps off she throw her legs forward and drops with a senton splash to the chest of Grant, Sean applauds the move.

CM: Mockery or sincerity?

JH: Mockery, believe me I know mockery well.

CM: I bet you do, you still calling your mother every night to make sure Moore's not there?

JH: Leave my mother out of this!

CL: Calm down English, he was joking.

Kennedy gets to her feet and immediately notices Kailey on her feet and Grant Rice at them, she gives a quick look for Sean, he ducks down a little to hid from her.

CL: Oh come on he is clearly visible.

JH: Look at your monitor he's pretty low

CL: I can see his head!

CM: That could be anyone.

Kennedy looks concerned a little as Sean and his methods are well documented but shrugs and turns giving Rice a hard kick to the ribs. Kennedy brings Grant to his feet and Kailey nails a roundhouse kick to the ribs, Kailey and Kennedy duck under an arm each, hook the leg and deliver a double suplex. Kennedy floats through while Kailey gets up, Kennedy shoots the half nelson and rolls Grant to his stomach, she mounts forearms him in the back of the head then looks to put Grant to sleep with the Wicked Lullaby. Kailey celebrates the suplex for a moment, Sean looks ready to leap out of his chair but Kailey spots it and he stops mid rise looking for what she will do.

JH: Go on Madrox get back in there!

CL: You aren't a closet Madrox fan are you?

JH: I'm a confirmed wrestling fan and sitting at the time keeper's table isn't wrestling.

CM: Sure it is, it's masterful wrestling... of an “Unorthodox” nature.

Kailey creeps to the nearest corner hoping Kennedy wont notice, she climbs to the top quickly and Sean sits down. Kennedy knows someone should have broken the submission by now and looks around, she spots Kailey while she has her back to the ring, Kennedy releases the hold and rolls away, leaving Grant in place. Kailey looks back and notices, Kennedy has moved. Kailey tells the crowd to hush before walking along the ropes with grace and balance currently unparalleled in FIW, Kennedy gets to her feet not knowing Kailey is almost above her, Kenndey has he back to Kailey, Kailey leaps from the ropes spins in mid air and and catches Kennedy with a perfect rana that she catches in a pin, Sean dashes to the ring as Tony dives into place.

JH: He's up, too slow and he'll lose this match.

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CM: Sean Madrox too slow? Never.

Sean slides in.

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BRO-KICKOUT!
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CM: See?

JH: See what?

CM: Sean was fast enough

Sean is just about to break the count as Kennedy kicks out, Sean back peddles out of the ring and dashes to time keeper's chair before he reclaims it.

CL: Fast enough to get back to his chair.

JH: It's not his chair!

Sean wipes his brow, relieved the match didn't end and he still gets to bide his time. As Kennedy and Kailey get to their feet Kailey says she was only an inch from victory, Kennedy responds with a dropkick and she rushes to her feet, Kailey gets right back up only to be thrown over with an armdrag. Kailey is right back up, Kennedy rushes in, Kailey ducks down and picks Kennedy up high, pivots then slams her down over Grant Rice's back.

JH: DOUBLE SPINE SHATTERING SPINEBUSTER!

CM: Spine Shattering? Where? What? THAT WAS NOT SPINE SHATTERING, NEVER, NEVER SAY THAT.

CL: Can someone turn off his microphone?

Kennedy rolls away holding her back, Kailey pulls Grant Rice closer to the middle of the ring and covers him, Sean is on his feet and almost to the ring as Tony starts the count.

CL: Can he make it

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JH: I hope not, teach him a lesson.

Sean slides in.

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CM: He'll make it.

Sean gets to his knees springs up and dives

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JH: Three your new contender KAILEY LANE!

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CM: Only two, Tony Clarke signals only two!

JH: DAMN IT!

Sean hit Kailey in the back with a double axe handle just in time to save the match. Sean pulls Kailey up to her feet and wraps his hand around her throat, he lifts her up but she spins out and tries for a side arm take down, Sean blocks, Kailey applies an arm wringer, Sean rolls through kips up and pulls Kailey in to a vicious lariat, Sean covers.

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JH: No, not after sitting his arse out for most of the match.

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Kennedy ran over with a stop the back of the head.

JH: OH, OH, GOOD SWEET KENNEDY, SAVIOUR OF THE MATCH!

Sean gets up and dashes from a clothesline, Kennedy ducks under spins around and delivers the back cracker

JH: Spinal Kennengitis!

Sean bounces off but Kennedy follows and covers.

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JH: Please let this be it.

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CM: Suck on that John, Sean has saved so much energy it's like he hasn't been in a match tonight.

JH: THAT'S BECAUSE HE HASN'T HE WAS SITTING OVER THERE!

Sean rolls over onto his stomach with the kick out and presses up, Kennedy jumps up from a HurraKennedy but Sean avoids being thrown and holds onto her, she holds her and runs to the near squashing her between himself and the turnbuckles before turning around, stepping over her arms and landing the Direct Effect. Sean rolls over and sits up for a cover.

CL: DIIIIE-RECT EFFECT!

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CM: This is it, no one is up to stop this

JH: Are you blind.

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Both Kailey and Grant are to their feet, Grant runs towards the pin first and Kailey decides to run the other way. Rice hits the ropes and comes off with a low and hard Yakuza Kick to Sean's face to break the count.

JH: Grant Rice just saved the match, from not only ending but going to wrong way.

Grant stops running after the kick and smiles but then becomes a deer in the headlights as Kailey charges at him, she leaps up hooks his head with her legs spins around and plants him on his head.

JH: KAILEY-GO ROUND!

CM: Grant Rice just ruined the match.

CL: Is he bleeding? If he's bleeding he's made it better.

Kailey looks around before she covers, she notices Madrox getting to his feet, she runs towards him, she jumps over him and scales the corner, no, Sean likely just saw her, she runs along the apron and scales the turnbuckles at the other end. Sean gets to his feet and is wobbly, Kailey is perched just waiting for him to turn around, Sean stumbles backwards toward Kailey then falls ONTO THE TOP ROPE! Kailey falls a leg going either side of the turnbuckle.

CM: OOO I hope that didn't effect her sensitivity.

CL: Gauging from the pained look on her face, I'm gonna go ahead and say it probably didn't.

Sean pushes himself off the rope and stand straight and taps his head saying he is smarter then everyone in the ring. Sean runs up the turnbuckle and on a front face lock, he throws Kailey's near arm over his neck, he steps up onto the top rope and pulls Kailey up so she is standing on the top rope. Sean lets everyone realise what he is about to do them lifts Kailey up and drops back with a top rope superplex!

CL: SSSSSSUUUUUPPPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXXAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGAAAAHHHHHH!

Sean floats up over to apply some style instead of the regular roll over but doesn't get to the cover, Kailey out of instinct throws her legs up and entangles them with Sean's, she pulls him into inside cradle but Sean struggles.

JH: Whose Clarke counting?

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CL: I don't know!

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CM: Kailey, duh.

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Tony calls for the bell and leaves the ring to tell Anderson the result as he knows there is bound to be confusion.

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MA: Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls, you WIIIINNNNNEEEEEERRRRR-

Kailey and Sean are both to their knees looking out at Anderson anxious to hear their respective names.

MA: -S, KAILEY LANE AND SEAN MADROX!

The crowd cheer when they hear Kailey's name and jeer once Sean is mentioned. Sean and Kailey looks confused not only at the result but how to react, happy? Angered? Relieved? Which one of them is the contender to the Dual Crown?

JH: They both win?

CM: No, Sean won, Sean is his name, not Kailey-Lane-And-Sean Madrox

CL: There's only one way to settle this, sudden deathmatch, tacks, light tubes, razor wire, forks, fire, NOW!

JH: We are out of time.

CL: Somebody call the network, I demand blood, Kailey and Sean's now, deathmatch decider!

CM: There's no time for that just award Sean the match!

JH: For Constance Loire and Chip Martin, I'm Jonathon Hitchen.

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