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ReVolt; October 25th, 2006
Topic Started: Oct 26 2006, 01:03 AM (273 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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[align=center]Short Results for The Three Way Tag Team Opener[/align]

Nightmare & Grant Rice defeat Maj Tahal & Samael via pin fall when Nightmare pins Samael.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, next up is a special challenge match that is set for one fall and will be contested under hardcore rules! On her way to the ring first being accompanied by fellow Red Cell member LOBO Malvado, she hails from Saitama, Japan, weighing 125 pounds…MOMOOOKOOOO WAAAKAAAARI!

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 along with the Red Cell mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado, at her side…

Momoko raises 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 LOBO takes his place at ringside as Momoko places her sickle, staple gun and Stop Sign in her corner before climbing into the ring and to the middle rope of her corner’s turnbuckle.

She then stares out callously to the masses in attendance and flips the bird to everyone in her immediate area before hopping back down and awaiting the match to start.

JH: One of the most hate-filled human beings I’ve seen in years, gentlemen.

CL: And she really thinks Red Cell is going to destroy Horrorcore. How quaint. I hope Tier makes this quick.

The arena lights drop and save for a few camera flashes, we are left with nothing. Haunting high-pitched vocals from one Marilyn Manson suddenly cut in over the speakers.

[align=center]In this town... we call home... everyone hail to the Pumpkin Song[/align]

Screaming and chanting fly out at a crescendo as a circle of flames rises onstage. Previously unseen dancing girls in hoods and Princess Leia-like silver and black outfits come prancing past the circle of fire where slowly is being raised from below a man in a long, crimson leather coat with a flaming pumpkin head. Through the flames we can see carved in the gourdflesh the familiar face of the Revolution. The man's arms are extended to either side, his flaming head burning like a terrible torch as the girls prance around him, the lights suddenly die as the music screeches and cackling is heard. The burning of the flaming pumpkinhead is also extinguished, plunging us into darkness as the guitars pick back up.

[align=center]Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This our town of Halloween
[/align]

The house lights rise blood red, an unmasked Tier onstage, a smirk on his lips and nothing in his eyes. He begins a trek to the ring, the four dancing girls flanking him and continuing their routine in synch as Mr. Manson croons about Halloween. As he closer approaches the ring, the frontmost girls flit around to collect a chair and set it up in front of the ring.

[align=center]In this town... we call home... everyone hail to the Pumpkin Song[/align]

Tier breaks into a short running start, pushing off the seat, the back, and finally landing on the second rope as fountains of black glittery confetti EXPLODE from the four turnbuckles!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing, from Mission, Texas... standing at six feet, three inches and weighing in at two-hundred thirty six pounds... THIS! IS! TIIIIIIIIIEEEERRRRRRR!!!

Tier springs over the top rope landing on his feet. The ladies crawl in under the bottom rope and flock about him, removing his coat before sliding back out and disappearing from ringside. Tier moves to his corner and awaits the beginning of the match with a knowing smile.

JH: What an entrance from Tier!

CL: You’re damn right, Hitchen, good to see you’re thinking the way you oughta be about this man! This…GOD!

CM: Give. Me. A. Fucking. Break. This guy’s an old hack! He wouldn’t know a chair shot from a booster shot, if you ask me, Slam’s where real hardcore was at, where we knew about more weapons than chairs!

*DING DING*

Looks like Momoko just couldn’t wait to get her some of the Immortal, Eternal Red, grabbing him by the back of the head and peppering him with hard forearm strikes to the chest and toe kicks to the gut, trying to drive the wind out of Tier as best as she can. Her assault backs Tier up against the corner, where she continues the assault unabated since of course, in a hardcore match rules are about as useful as a gun is to the Incredible Hulk. Momoko follows up this battering of the Immortal, Eternal Red with a roundhouse kick to the head, another one follows that, then she steps up on the second rope and jumps, kicking him one more time square in the face!

JH: Momoko is really turning it up on Tier here right out of the gate!

She finally gets off of him for a second to go fetch her stop sign, she smacks it against the turnbuckle to get a reaction from the fans, as callous as it is she doesn’t give a flying shit as she turns and raises it, getting ready to cave Tier’s skull in but Tier manages a toe kick to the gut, making her drop her stop sign, Tier then follows up with a knife edge chop almost across the throat considering the height difference between the two. Momoko stumbles back, gasping for air, which allows Tier to hit another toe kick then bounce off the ropes after Momoko doubles over, Tier grabbing her head on the way back in a NICE bulldog headlock, plowing Momoko’s head into the stop sign!

CL: Man, Tier can still get it done. Bust her fuckin’ head open! I want BLOOD!

Tier quickly rolls Momoko over and pins her, the first cover of the match..

1!

2!

Shoulder up by Momoko!

JH: Smart by Tier to pin her as soon as she was down, that’ll make her exert more energy by kicking out.

CM: …Hitchen, do you even KNOW how to call a hardcore match? You’ve only seen what, three of those matches over on Trashdown?

Tier does slide out of the ring now, going underneath the apron to grab a trash can which he tosses into the ring, he slides back inside and comes back up to his feet only to be blasted across the face by Momoko’s stop sign! The crack echoes through the arena as Tier doubles over, Momoko raising the stop sign to tattoo Tier across the back which sends him into the turnbuckle with his back facing his opponent, Momoko then charges and dropkicks the chair into the scarred back of the Icon! He roars in pain, a hand clutching his back, as Momoko now digs into her boot, pulling out that infamous kitchen fork of hers, she raises it and stabs it twice into Tier’s scarred back, causing a couple nice gashes to appear!

CL: BLOOOOD! BWAHAHAHA! AHA, YES—wait, Momoko’s done it! Damn it! I’m supposed to mark out for blood!

JH: Damn, and right across the back of Tier, the focal point of his suffering during that breathtaking deathmatch with 2 Dope so long ago! I didn’t even think Tier would be ALIVE by now with all the punishment he’s taken over his career!

Tier’s back is bleeding freely now, as he tries to turn himself the right way so he can try to mount a comeback, but Momoko is still on him, choking him with the ropes and with her hands, LOBO Malvado however seems to be digging under the ring for something, he hands something small and metal to Momoko, and upon further inspection we see it’s a wire coathanger! Momoko doesn’t waste any time getting that wirehanger around the Icon’s throat to choke him even more!

CM: Sheesh! Momoko is fucking relentless!

Finally she gets the wire hanger off of him and yells something out to LOBO Malvado who sets to work grabbing something from underneath the ring, Momoko meanwhile tosses the hanger aside and delivers another hard kick to Tier’s midsection, doubling the man over, she pulls the trashcan over to her and then grabs a front facelock, DDT’ing Tier’s skull off the trashcan! Momoko pushes the bigger man over and makes a cover!

1!

2!

Shoulder up by Tier!

CL: Momoko’s gotta’ know it’ll take a fuckin’ HELL of a lot more than a DDT into a can to put Tier down and out.

When we cut back to LOBO Malvado as Momoko is pulling Tier to his feet, we see he’s set up a table on the outside, as well he’s slid a steel chair underneath the bottom rope, making it ‘legal’ in a sense, Momoko sees the chair and thusly fetches it, wielding it and turning so she can crack Tier upside the head with it, but the Immortal, Eternal Red ducks the lethal swing, Momoko swinging so hard that she spins in a half circle, which allows Tier to grab her in a reverse waistlock and HURL her onto the back of her head with a German suplex!

JH: GERMAN suplex! Tier’s back in this one just like that! Do not ever discount this man, ladies and gentlemen!

This sudden comeback allows Tier time to get out of the ring, throwing the apron skirt up so he can look for more toys, Tier manages to pull out something that gets the Tier marks up in a frenzy, for the God of Violence has a spool of barbed wire that he’s now bringing into the ring! With Momoko still trying to get to her feet following the suplex, Tier grabs the dented trashcan and tosses it against the bottom turnbuckle, lacing the barbed wire around the can, the fans cheering, hoping he’ll use this new contraption to lay the Pink Haired Demon’s face open.

CM: Oooh, barb-wire trashcan! Tier must really think he’s got all the fresh ideas tonight!

However, thanks to Tier setting this up in the corner, that’s given Momoko a chance to get back to her feet, grabbing for her stop sign now, she raises it and with a wild warcry charges at Tier, but Tier ducks the wild swing that comes with the charge and drop toe holds Momoko FACEFIRST INTO THE BARBED WIRE CAN!

CL: DAAAANNNGERRRRROOOOOUUUUSSSSS~!

JH: That’s my line, damn it!

CL: Eat me, Bitchen! Look at Tier go!

Tier now steps over Momoko who is still facedown with a faceful of trash can, he steps up on the top rope facing the fans before taking a short hop off, STOMPING down onto Momoko’s upper back and head!

JH: Happy Landings, Tier!

CL: He’s got her now—BLOOD! YEESSS! SWEET CTHULHU, YESSSS!

Tier yanks Momoko away from the can now and we can see she’s been cut open in several places, bleeding profusely from each gash, Tier drops and hooks the leg..

1!

2!

Tier lifts Momoko up!

JH: Oh-HO, he’s not done hurting her yet!

Tier shakes his head ‘no’, a look of depraved anger on his face as he grabs the can in one hand, lifting Momoko up to her feet, he gets her steady then he crowns her with the barbed wire can, putting it over her head and rendering her temporarily blind so that he can fetch the steel chair used earlier in the match, he taps the chair on the ground and winds it up like a baseball bat before CLANGING the chair violently off the can and off Momoko’s skull! Momoko goes down, and Tier is not done, he bashes the chair twice more off the can and Momoko’s head, finally throwing it aside when the can is too dented to hit anymore!

JH: GOOD GOD! TIER’S OUTTA HIS GODDAMN MIND!

CM: Shit, Hitchen, news flash right there.

Momoko rolls blindly to the corner after a few moments, while Tier rolls to the outside looking for more weapons to punish the Pink Haired Demon with, she finally wrestles the barbed wire trashcan off her head, the many gashes she now has causing an ‘ohhh’ from the crowd, her bloody face twists in anger now as she snatches up her stop sign, looking to cause some serious damage to Tier as he sees her coming and forgets about grabbing a weapon, mainly because Momoko’s dived over the top rope, SMASHING the stop sign across his face! After she comes back up, Tier now sprawled against the railing, she reaches into the ring and grabs up the staple gun, since that is the closest weapon to her, she grabs Tier and pulls his head up towards the camera, making sure the whole world can see her shoot a staple into their God’s forehead!

JH: Christ, I’m gonna’ be sick! Tier’s bleeding now!

CM: You think so? Conse is over here doin’ fucking backflips in his chair, I shut his mic off until he stops being…Conse.

Tier’s got a pretty good gout of blood flowing down his face now as Momoko takes Tier and attempts to whip him into the set of steel stairs, but Tier reverses it, sending her towards the steps instead. Momoko however puts the brakes on and steps quickly up onto the stairs, kicking Tier in the chest as he charges, staggering the God of Violence back, Momoko quickly turns and catches a chair that was tossed to her by LOBO Malvado, evidently he fetched it while they were fighting on the other side of the ring, either that or he materialized it out of nowhere, either way Momoko dives at Tier with a cross body block using the chair, but Tier catches her, even though the chair catches him flush in the chest, and with a primal roar runs her back-first into the post, falling back immediately after he does so, because the chair jammed into his chest!

CM: Double damage!

JH: Tier’s got to be able to capitalize now, Momoko definetly took the lion’s share of the brutality!

After Tier catches his breath and wipes some of the quickly flowing blood off his face, he grabs Momoko and rolls her back into the ring, grabbing the steel chair as well. He sets the chair up in the middle of the ring now, his eyes averted from Momoko which is all the time she needs, she takes her stop sign in her hand thanks to LOBO sliding it to her, she raises it up and smashes it across Tier’s back right as he gets the chair set up all the way! Momoko looks curtly pissed now as she drops the sign, Tier arching his back in pain, Momoko snatches up Orochi and LASHES him across the back of the leg this time, opening another horrid gash across his calf! Tier ROARS now, feeling the effects, as Momoko lays in a couple heavy kicks to the head to get him down. Momoko now feeling like she has the God of Violence beat, she screams into his face as she lifts him back up, grabbing her stop sign as well, she whips Tier into the ropes looking to smash the sign across his face but Tier ducks it, limping on one leg he fires a boot into her gut with the good leg, making her drop the stop sign! Tier grabs a front facelock, quickly hoisting her into the air and SPIKING HER INTO THE STOP SIGN WITH A DDT!!

JH: WEIGENLIEDAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

CL: Peace the FUCK out, Momoko! You’re done!

Tier rolls her over and pins!

1!

2!

LOBO slides underneath the rope and scrambles to make the save..

3! NOT IN TIME!

Tier rolls off of her quickly to escape LOBO Malvado, still limping on his badly bleeding leg, raising his arms and roaring loudly, as the crowd cheers for their God.

MA: YOUR WINNER…IS…TIIIIIIIEERRRR!!!!!

CM: Sheesh, finally. Maybe now Red Cell will leave him alone so he will shut the fuck up.

JH: Will this be the sight come Hallowe’eVolt? Red Cell lying motionless and bloody with Tier standing tall, Tier winning his war for the spirit of Horrorcore?

LOBO and Fuzz check on the bloody and unconscious Momoko as Tier yells down at her about how THAT is what Horrorcore is all about, from the top of the stage, ‘This Is Halloween’ still pumping over the speakers as Tier continues to soak the reaction for a few minutes before finally disappearing backstage to heal his wounds.
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CL: Oh great, another scramble match.

JH: A match that is full of men that are far from fan favorites.

CM: Who are you kidding?! The people love Sean!

CL: Right, they love him like anal warts.

JH: This is no time to be speaking about some thing that some one can get on their bum.

CM: Do you have anal warts, Bitchen?

CL: I bet he does.

JH: That question is so ridiculous I refuse to even acknowledge it with an answer!

CM: That’s a yes.

CL: Don’t spread your anal warts to me or I’ll strangle you in your sleep, Bitchen.

JH: Gargh! Listen here you two, I don’t think this is the time to discuss this matter but I do not have anal warts!

CM: The first stage, denial.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the next scheduled contest on this edition of ReVolt is set for one fall with a fifth teen minute time limit. Your official for this contest is none other than Logan Black!


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]

Saliva's "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]

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: Last week this monster of a man ended his short lived losing streak, let’s see if he can continue it here.

CL: No fucking way, Graver is going to leave Prime looking like he got jumped and raped in the ass by ten big black men.

CM: Carl’s family is in town I take it?

JH: Real mature you two.

CL: What? Beating Nightmare and some little girl isn’t going to impress me.

CM: Hey, don’t be too hard on him, he might not be a Sean Madrox, but he’s still pretty awesome.

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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 each hand. He puts both bottles to his lips to pour beer into his gullet before smashing them 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 raises a double deuce to all the fans, getting showered with boos. 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.

CM: Aww, he didn’t bring the Boken out this week.

JH: Probably because they are illegal.

CL: Back in NGIW they weren’t illegal.

CM: Does any one care about that or how back in NGIW’s day you had to walk twenty miles to the nearest flaming table spot and you liked it, damn it?

JH: Of course they had to walk, most of the people that liked that promotion were too stupid to know how to drive.

CL: Don’t make me use my pimp hand on you, Bitchen and Chip Shit.

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

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


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

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

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

The shadow within me…
Gonna lead the revival…

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

CL: Oh joy, he’s here, I had hoped some fan stuck a knife into his kidney.

CM: That would be awesome…because it would further ensure Sean’s victory!

JH: Graver and him have certainly been causing trouble for one another recently, hopefully this match can settle that.

CL: Right, like some thing like that ever happens in a situation like this.

CM: Yeah, though hopefully Onikage doesn’t put Graver in a full bondage outfit and demand he bites on the ball.

JH: I hope not either.

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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.

[align=center]I WON'T SUFFER, BE BROKEN
GET TIRED, OR WASTED
SURRENDER TO NOTHING
I'LL GIVE UP WHAT I STARTED
AND STOPPED IT
FROM END TO BEGINNING
A NEW DAY IS COMING
AND I AM FINALLY FREE
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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.

[align=center]RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
I’LL ATTACK
RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
GO CHANGE YOURSELF
RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
NOW I’LL ATTACK
I’LL ATTACK, I’LL AA WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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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.

JH: Sadly this man is one of the two current top contenders for Remy’s Dual Crown Championship.

CM: But unlike Remy, Sean isn’t falling at the hands of a masked freak tonight.

CL: Right, keep dreaming. Barteux is wiping the floor with Kitten later on tonight.

JH: This could be a seriously big match for all three of the other men, if they were able to defeat Sean, it could possibly get them closer to getting a chance at the Dual Crown.

CM: Though of course that isn’t happening and Sean is going to run right through each of them.

CL: Pfft, yeah, right, Seany can try to, but Graver is going to own his ass.

Logan Black explains the rules to each of the wrestlers as he stands in the center of the ring with Michael Anderson. Mister Anderson clears his throat after Logan is done explaining the rules and takes center stage.


MA: Introducing competitor number one, he hails from San Diego, California and weighs in tonight at three hundred and ten pounds and stands at six feet and six inches…HE! IS! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME!!!


Prime clutches his skull lightly and seems to be in pain as the fans jeer him quite loudly. Logan looks a tad concerned over the wrestler’s well being but tells Anderson to continue.


MA: And introducing competitor number two, he hails from Detroit, Michigan and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ninety pounds and stands at five feet and eleven inches…HE! IS! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVERRRRRRRRRRRR~!!!


Almost to the beat of their chants of “Ass hole” Graver chugs down a beer can’s content as if they were cheers of “Chug”. Once he is done he sneers lightly and chucks the beer can into the audience, hitting a fan in the front row which gets him even more jeers.


MA: And introducing competitor number three, he hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds and stands at six feet and two inches…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIKAGE~!!!


His eyes wander from side to side behind the leather mask as the fans heavily jeer at him as well. A few of them are throwing their still semi-full beer cups at him, one knocking him on the back of his head even. Graver looks on in horror as he seems extremely upset over people wasting the beer like that.


MA: And finally, introducing competitor number four, he hails from Fairfield, CT and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds and stands at six feet and five inches…He is the FIW Dual Crown Championship’s number one contender…HE! IS! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNN MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOX~!!!


The jeers are stronger than ever before for Sean as he merely scoffs lightly and smirks out at the fans. He pounds his chest and strikes his X pose with his arms, which only serves to further enrage them.


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


As soon as the bell rings Sean sprints forward, racing right at the corner that Onikage is still calmly sitting in. He leaps into the air, only for the masked oddity to duck and send him flying right out of the ring! At that same exact moment Graver sucker punches Prime and manages to shove the big man out of the ring. Both Onikage’s and Graver’s eyes meet each other at the same time as they stand at opposite ends of the ring. A wicked smirk creeps over Graver’s nasty lips while the Savior of Sorrow gets to his feet.

CM: No! Sean!

JH: And like that ladies and gentlemen Graver and Onikage are the legal men!

CL: Yes! Oh sweet day! Kill the bastard, Graver!

CM: Some body go check on Sean! He could be hurt!

JH: If you are so concern over him, you go check him!

CL: Damn it, shut the fuck up already! I’m trying to enjoy Onikage’s destruction!

Cautiously the Straight Edge believer walks across the ring and towards his opponent as Graver stands in place. The Minister of Awesomocity merely keeps waving his hands at the masked man, telling him to come get some. Once he is quite close Graver’s smirk widens, he grabs a hold of the top rope on each side of him and leaps up. In the blink of an eye the Hardcore Fuckamaniac wraps his legs around Onikage’s neck. The bigger man starts to struggle to free his head but Graver let’s go of the ropes, performing a modified hurricanrana that sends Onikage skull first into the buckle!

CL: Ah, ha, ha, ha, brilliant!

JH: Graver lured Onikage into that!

CM: And he took the bait like a god damn idiot that he is.

CL: So much for the great strategist.

JH: Amazingly, Graver is the sole man standing at this point in the match.

CM: He’s only lucky the sun was in Sean’s eyes when Onikage tricked him.

Proudly Graver laughs as Onikage’s carcass rolls out of the ring and out onto the apron, he pounds his chest repeatedly like King Kong. The entire time, the fans heavily jeering at his antics as he ignores them. Sadly, Graver is so busy celebrating perhaps the most technical move of his career, he doesn’t notice Prime re-enter the ring. A dark grin spreads across Prime’s lips as Graver bumps into him and freezes. Nervously Graver’s hands reach out behind him, feeling Prime’s stomach and arms as he curses.

JH: I may not be a fan of his, but right now I’m happy to see Prime!

CL: Run Graver, run!

CM: Eh, I would prefer Sean, but Prime’ll do.

JH: Some thing tells me Graver will regret his show boating.

CL: Please, he’ll fucking forget this ever happened by tomorrow.

CM: Sad but true.

His curse words grow louder and louder as his hands move up to Prime’s neck and then finally his face. A sigh escapes Graver’s inner gut as he looks ready to face his fate, only to step on Prime’s foot and quickly run away. The bigger man growls in pain while he limps after his prey, reaching out and grabbing some of Graver’s knarly locks. Hardcore Fuckamaniac whimpers lightly before Prime lifts his small frame up into the air and over his own head. A few moments pass and then Prime bench presses Graver’s body and quickly drops him face first with the Prime Press!

CM: Ow-ouch! Prime just made Graver simulate a belly flop!

JH: Graver is certainly being shown what happens to do wh-

CL: Don’t start in this early with your self righteous dribble, please.

CM: Yeah, really, wait until the main event for that shit.

JH: It’s the truth though!

CL: No, it’s really not the fucking truth.

Logan paces around the two of them, and it is while he is in a bad position that Graver strikes, throwing his forearm upward as hard as he can. Prime almost doubles over as he grabs his crotch as the Minister of Awesomocity gets to his feet. Graver’s advantage is short lived however due to Onikage racing across the ring and hitting a lariat that sends the both of them over the top rope! Just as the two fly over the top, Sean rolls into the ring from the other side. On the outside, both men get to their feet relatively quickly and start hammering away on each other with forearm strikes, chops and punches.

CL: Damn it! Just when Graver was starting to look good again, fucking Onikage ruins every thing!

CM: Yes! Sean is back in the ring!

JH: It is any one’s ball game at this point folks!

CL: How does that saying even make any fucking sense? They are wrestling, not playing a Cthulu forsaken Baseball game!

JH: How should I bloody know? Not like I invented the sayings or any thing.

CM: Shush limey, Sean is about to take control.

FIW’s Straight Edge Artist gains the advantage when he rams Graver skull first into the barricade, he starts stomping away on his foe’s fallen form. Mean while in the ring Madrox charges right at Prime, only to be sent flying through the air with a belly to belly suplex! Sean kips up to his feet, showing signs of pain as he moves over towards Prime, only to get a kick to the mid-section. He smirks lightly as the crowd jeers him while he scoops up Sean into the air. It only lasts a few seconds before he drops him with the Authority Bomb and makes the cover!

JH: The Authority Bomb! The Authority Bomb!

CM: NOOOOOOOOOOO!

CL: That masked dumb fuck seems too distracted on wailing on Graver to realize there is a covering being made in the ring!


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JH: Prime could win this! This very well could be it!

CM: Kick-out-Kick-out-Kick-out-Kick-out-Kick-out-Kick-out-Kick-out-Kick-out-Kick-out-Kick-out-Kick-out-Kick-out!

CL: For once in your miserable fucking life be useful and break the fucking Zeus damned count, Onikage!


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JH: What an upset this could be!

CM: Kick-out-Kick-out- Kick-out-Kick-out- Kick-out-Kick-out- Kick-out-Kick-out- Kick-out-Kick-out- Kick-out-Kick-out- Kick-out-Kick-out- Kick-out-Kick-out- Kick-out-Kick-out- Kick-out-Kick-out!

CL: Graver! Use your magical beer powers and do some thing for fuck’s sake!


[align=center]3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
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JH: Prime did it! Prime did it! Prime just beat one of the top contenders for the Dual Crown Championship!

CM: Why Sean, why?!

CL: I almost feel depressed enough to cut myself.


MA: Here is your winner by pin fall…PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!!


His music blasts over the sound system and the fans jeer loudly, and Logan lifts his hand in victory. Mean while on the outside, security quickly breaks up the Onikage and Graver brawl. As Prime arrogantly struts to the back, the security tries to hold them apart. Graver yelling at the top of his lungs to let him go while Onikage just quietly tries to break free.

Our camera opens as Graver goes thrashing through the halls of the Verizon Wireless Virginia Beach Amphitheatre, wrecking camera equipment and kicking in doors. Gasps and a few feminine screams fly into the air as his path of destruction runs roughshod through the arena, finally stopping at a twiggy-looking intern who is somehow shorter than him. Graver grabs him by the lapels and shoves his beer-scented face into the intern's.

Graver: Where. Is. He.

The intern's eyes are wide and he looks utterly confused. Graver sighs.

Graver: The fucking general manager, ass napkin. I need to fucking talk to him. WHERE is he.

A shaky arm and finger point to an unmarked door. Graver smiles and lets go of the intern, smoothing down his shirt and patting him on the shoulder before backhanding the clipboard out of his hands and sending his papers flying. The smile melts into a grimace (no, not Nightmare) and Graver shoves through the door into near-darkness.

Graver: TIER! Where the fuck are you!?

Guess he didn't get the memo about this not being Tier's show anymore. He bumps into a chain which is subsequently pulled to illuminate... the boiler room?

Graver: Oh, fucking perfect. Thanks a lot cocklunch. I'm fucking sure the general manager's in here.

Graver turns to exit, but the door behind him is pushed closed by a gloved hand.

????: kssshhhhhk... You've found me. kssshhhhhk... What do you want of me?

Graver squints into the darkness.

Graver: Dude, you're way too fuckin' short to be Tier. Plus you sound like Darth Vader.

????: kssshhhhhk... If you've come here to mock me or insult my intelligence, you may take your leave. kssshhhhhk... Although perhaps it's your own intelligence that's lacking? kssshhhhhk... Tier is no longer general manager of ReVolt. kssshhhhhk... He has left me in his place. kssshhhhhk... You may call me Krähe.

Graver: Yeeeeeaallrighty. Well if you're the fuckin' GM then I've got a match to throw down atcha. I want Oni-kah-gay next week... in that very fucking ring... in an apple bobbing contest.

The camera does a double-take, beginning to pan to the mysterious Krähe for his response, but then zipping back to Graver as if to say "OMGWTFBBQ!?"

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Stories of your unique irreverence have not been exaggerated. kssshhhhhk... I shall speak with Onikage and extend your offer. kssshhhhhk... Is there anything else you require?

Graver: Uhhh... yeah. Why the fuck are you in the boiler room? Shouldn't you have... like... an office? With a big undead cowboy leering over your shoulder?

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... I like the boiler room.. kssshhhhhk... It reminds me of... kssshhhhhk... ... home.

Graver double-blinks at the new general manager before shaking his head and stepping past him to open the door and escape back into flourescent light.

Graver: Fuckin' weirdo...

We fade away to something else as he shakes his head and moves off-camera.
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JH: OK, folks… our next contest is sure to be a barn burner.

CL: …a what?

CM: How can you say that, Hitchen? Those poor farmyard animals… you’re lucky that Animal Protection doesn’t nab you for saying that.

JH: What? I was just-

CM: Quiet! We’ll have no more of your intolerable cruel slur on defenceless animals again, you understand?

JH: Ugh… nevertheless our next contest will be a Non-Title Match between the Duel Crown Champion, Remy Barteaux and the Undisputed International Champion, Xtreme Kitten…

Michael Anderson takes centre stage with the house microphone in the centre of the ring…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen… are you ready for more wrestling action?

The Virginia crowd give a nice roar of approval as Michael Anderson starts to read from his cue cards…

MA: The following contest is scheduled for a thirty minute time limit… your referee is senior official, Mark Jackson.

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

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

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

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

CM: Oh, this is a dream match for me!

JH: Well, I can understand that… both combatants are truly excellent wrestlers in their own right and have been reputed for-

CM: I don’t care about that crap! Look, we’ve got Lucy at ringside and in a minute, you’ll see at Remy’s side the other reason why this is going to be so awesome.

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.

CL: Hmm… I never knew you swung both ways, Chip.

CM: Well, I AM ambidextrous?

JH: Uh, that’s not quite what he meant.

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. 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.

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. 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.

Michael Anderson then takes centre stage once again…

MA: The following contest is a Non-title Champion Verse Champion match scheduled for one fall… may I introduce to you in the red corner… he hails from the French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana… he weighed in this morning at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds… he is your reigning Duel Crown Champion… REMMMIIEE BARTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOO!!!

Remy salutes the crowd who promptly boo him for being such a nasty piece of French bread stick… don’t ask.

MA: And his opponent in the blue corner… hailing from Shoal Bay, New South Wales, Australia… weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds… he is your reigning FIW International Champion… XTREEEEEEEEEEEEME KITTEN!!!

XK gets the same response for being such an evil piece of Aussie cat nip… again, don’t ask.

CL: Right… half-way there…

JH: What?

CL: Nothing, nothing… just a little inside joke, that’s all.

CM: *whispering* You think he’s on crack again?

CL: Uh, you do know that the mike amplifies what you’re saying so that we can hear it in this crowd?

CM: Oh, bas-


SMACK!!


No, that wasn’t the sound of Conse cracking Chip across the face… it was actually back to live action where XK and Remy were face to face and the smaller N’Orleans native slapped the masked Australian wrestler across the face.

XK response in kind with one of his own, much to the surprise of the Ragin’ Cajun… Remy gives Xtreme Kitten a hard kick to the side of the leg, XK responds in kind with a Mury Thai roundhouse kick to the side of the knee that hobbles the Duel Crown Champion somewhat…

Kitten takes a short and sharp knifehand chop across the chest by Remy who response by giving a receipt that has Remy reeling from the shot!

JH: A striking game is not something you want to get into with Xtreme Kitten… very few people can take and throw the kind of strikes that he has in his arsenal.

Remy turns around to quickly duck a high roundhouse kick aimed straight at his head by Xtreme Kitten and clamps on a side headlock on his taller adversary. Immediately, XK shoots Remy off to the ropes who comes back with a shoulder tackle… but XK’s weight advantage over Remy shows as Remy gets knocked down by XK’s bulking mass.

XK gets a head of steam off the ropes but Remy slides over in an attempt to trip up the Undisputed International Champion but XK hops over and continues with his head of steam to propel himself off the other ropes as the Ragin’ Cajun gets to his feet and leaps up in time to hop right over XK.

As he turns around XK comes in to get stopped by Remy putting his hand up, telling him to stop and pointing down near XK’s feet…

Remy: Ya dhapped ya gay card.

Xtreme Kitten, in vintage Anime fashion, turns to the audience with the general “WTF?!?” expression on his face behind the cat-like mask over his face before just swinging the Uraken backfist at Remy who promptly ducks and takes XK down with a Russian Leg Sweep into a quick cross-press.


[align=center]One…
Two and a kickout!
[/align]


JH: A rather unorthodox method of getting a Russian Leg Sweep in but it worked nonetheless.

CL: The wonders of wrestling astound me sometimes…

CM: That’s very poetic of you, Conse.

CL: Oh… sod off, you twat.

Remy expresses a puzzled glance and flips two fingers at Mark Jackson… not like the two fingered salute but more as if confirming what the referee said the count was as he brings XK back up to his feet in the front facelock.

XK then springs to life and pushes Remy to the ropes to avoid any potential moves done by the Duel Crown Champion… Mark Jackson gets between the two to break it up, XK slowly does so before pushing Remy lightly on his chest like so many do with the clean break.

The Ragin’ Cajun immediately turns to Referee Mark Jackson to complain about a handful of tights, a hair-pull and a chokehold on him… all fictional of course, but he’s complaining about them nonetheless.

Jackson looks baffled at Remy before inquiring about the shove which Remy nods motioning that Kitten didn’t break clean and should be DQed.

JH: What in God’s name is going on here?

Remy then physically demonstrates to Jackson what the shove was like… though it’s obvious he is blowing the force of the shove out of proportions. Jackson turns to Xtreme Kitten and explains Remy’s case about the handful of tights, the hair-pull, the chokehold and everything else before demonstrating what Remy said he did on XK.

XK just shakes his head and responds by repeating the clean break motion on Jackson… getting a nod of affirmation from the senior official.

CM: Shove-fest 2006, ladies and gentlemen!

Remy walks out of the ropes, dusting off his arms and adjusting his wrist tape before motioning for XK to tie up in the middle of the ring… XK goes in, feinting a few front kicks before Remy shoots in with a waistlock and converts to a side headlock.

But just like last time he tried this he gets shot off to the ropes by Xtreme Kitten who drops down to the mat, Remy just barely hopping over his opponent to prevent himself from being tripped over, XK then gets back up to his feet and slams Remy down on the canvas with a hellacious-

JH: SPINE-

CL: -SHATTERING!!!

CM: Agh! I HATE YOU KURT ROYAL!!! GODDAMN YOU TO HELL!!

-Spinebuster before floating into a cover!


[align=center]One!
Two!
Kickout!
[/align]


Remy immediately after kicking out rolls to the outside to shake off the effects of the devastating power move from his Australian opponent… Lucy cheers on XK at ringside as Riggs and Remy’s girls offer their advice for the Mob Boss as he clutches at his back lightly.

Mark Jackson orders Remy to get back in the ring though he takes his sweet time enough to force Jackson to start the count-out…


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2…

3…

4…

5…

6…

And Remy is back in the ring!
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Remy dusts off his shoulders as he slides back in the ring, having given himself a brief time-out to clear his thoughts…

Remy and XK circle around one another before Remy motions that he’s ready to tie up once again… XK comes in, Remy shoots for the legs with a double leg takedown in a quick amateur-style takedown before converting straight into a grounded side headlock on his bigger adversary.

Remy smirks proudly as XK struggles to escape the hold, turning over onto his stomach as Remy continues to crank on the hold before XK drags himself and Remy back to a vertical base and shoots him off, all the while Remy expresses the look of “Oh, fuck! Not again!”

However, being quick on the uptake Remy returns from being thrown against the ropes to quickly grab the left wrist of Xtreme Kitten and shift the momentum of being thrown against the ropes back onto XK who comes off the ropes and gets gouged in the eye by Remy Barteaux.

CM: Trade equaliser!

Mark Jackson is quick to admonish Remy for his actions though Remy protests his innocence by stating that Xtreme Kitten just walked into his finger and promptly demonstrates what he didn’t do on Xtreme Kitten again on his other good eye to prove his point.

Remy sizes up Xtreme Kitten and kicks him right in the back of his head with a slightly crooked roundhouse that knocks the Undisputed International Champion down on the mat on all fours…

Remy delivers a series of stomps to the back of the head, forcing XK to roll over onto his back to avoid his nose getting broken from a stomp though it gives Remy the opportunity to walk over XK… literally before kneeling down to pose arrogantly to the fans in attendance as well as place a foot over the throat of his opponent out of referee Mark Jackson’s view whilst distracting him by asking how his epidermis looks…

JH: What a sneaky… Cajun.

CM: Nice!

CL: Eh, it doesn’t have the same right to it…

Eventually, Mark Jackson sees threw Remy’s façade and starts the five-count for him to break it up… Remy takes ALL of that five count and stands up to scrape his boot across the face of Xtreme Kitten, all the whilst protesting his innocence to Mark Jackson who warns him about his un-sportsman-like conduct.

XK, rolls back onto on fours to favour his throat… inadvertently leaving Remy plenty of time to stand on Xtreme Kitten’s back and execute a picture-perfect moonsault dead on the back!

CM: Whoo! Remy-Sault hits it’s mark!

CL: Ugh… as much as I hate Kitten I utterly can’t stand Remy’s flippy-flip-flip-shit…

Remy rolls Kitten back onto… well, his back before making the cover, no legs being hooked.


[align=center]One!
Two!
And a Kickout!
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JH: With a lazy cover like that it’s unlikely that Remy would ever score a pinfall over Xtreme Kitten.

Remy, however, doesn’t take this into perspective and decides to pick him back up before Irish whipping him into the corner turnbuckle, takes a running start and nails Xtreme Kitten with a Running Leg Lariat smacking him straight across the face!

The Ragin’ Cajun rolls out of the corner as Xtreme Kitten staggers out straight into a boot to the gut by Remy Barteaux who hooks both of Kitten’s arms behind Kitten’s back and throws him over with a Butterfly Suplex into a bridge!


[align=center]One!
Two!
Remy bridges back onto his feet!
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Yep, you read that right… Remy just got back onto his feet and drags XK back up with him before throwing him over with another Butterfly Suplex into the bridge!


[align=center]One!
Two!
Remy bridges back onto his feet again!
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Yet again… Remy lifts XK back up to a vertical base, still in the butterfly stretch before just throwing Xtreme Kitten over his head for a third and final time… without going for the bridge this time.

Remy gets back up and stands on the middle rope, saluting and bowing majestically to the capacity Virginia crowd who are none too happy of him.

CL: Fucking awesome suplex combination!

JH: The Long Con… a locomotion series of Double Underhook Suplexes.

CM: Yes, indeedy-do!

CL: Ugh?!?

Remy hops down off the middle rope and casually saunters over to the carcass of Xtreme Kitten and places one boot on his chest in an unbelievably arrogant cover.


[align=center]One…

Two…

Kickout and XK grabs Remy’s foot!
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XK gets back up to a vertical base, still holding onto the foot of Remy Barteaux who is starting to hop around to keep himself on balance! Xtreme Kitten swings Remy around before hooking him up, lifting and dropping him tailbone first on his knee with an Atomic Drop!

Remy stumbles around feeling his coccyx…

CM: What a dirty, dirty bastard!

That’s the medical name for the tailbone…

CM: Oh… right…

CL: *to Hitchen* He’s talking to himself again…

JH: Hmmm… strain of the job, perhaps.

Uh… back to live action… Remy turns around, hooked up by the legs, lifted up and Remy gets dropped right on his… you know…

CM: Coccyx?

JH: *gasps* Don’t be so foul! This is a family show… sorta.

…with an Inverted Atomic Drop leaving him hopping mad and feeling his plans for the evening will be less promising than they originally were intended to be. Xtreme Kitten gets a head of steam off the ring ropes and takes the Duel Crown Champion down with a Kawada-style Roundhouse Dropkick which sends Remy onto Dream Street.

He stumbles forwards on rubbery legs before flopping over, Ric Flair-style onto his face… getting a nice pop from the crowd being that they’re somewhat close to North Carolina.

Kitten goes into the cover!


[align=center]One!!

Two!!

Thr- NO!!!
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JH: A kickout by the Duel Crown champion!

Kitten picks Remy back to his feet, sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip before boosting Remy up for a Flapjack but the Ragin’ Cajun manages to shift the momentum in midair so he lands feet first behind the Undisputed International Champion, rolling forwards to keep his momentum going as he rebounds off the ropes for XK to turn right into a Crucifix pin… No!

Xtreme Kitten holds on, not wanting to be pinned as Remy desperately attempts to pull Kitten down into a pinning predicament!

Remy then attempts to pull and undo at the mask which provides enough a distraction for Remy to yank Xtreme Kitten backwards into the-

JH: FLUX INCAPACITATOR!!!

XK flops over onto his stomach from taking the move as Remy staggers to get back to his feet and attempt a cover though it’s evident he’s still feeling the effects of the Gamengiri kick from earlier on and stumbles on rubbery legs to get up as XK begins to stir himself.

Remy finally manages to get to a vertical base and stay upright without the use of a crutch though XK has gotten up at exactly the same time and delivers a heavy forearm smash to the jaw of the Louisiana native!

Remy response in kind with one of his own! XK with a chop! Remy with his own!

CL: Agh, more Royal Roses finishes…

CM: ODOU-STYLAH!!!

Remy fires a punch but XK evidently has the same idea and they both smack each other across the face! Remy goes for a face slap but XK has the same idea and the spit from both their mouths going flying!

Remy with an eye poke… same result by XK…

Remy fires up before getting a running start and coming in with The Mob Hit but Xtreme Kitten gets the big Yakuza Boot up and both their feet smack dead in the face of each other!!!


[align=center]HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT![/align]


CM: Holy shit indeed.

CL: Kawada and Taue would never have thought of that.

JH: Both men are down! Mark Jackson is starting the knock-out count!


[align=center]ONE!!!



TWO!!!



THREE!!!



FOUR!!!





FIVE!!!







Remy and Xtreme Kitten star to stir…





SIX!!!







SEVEN!!!



Remy and Xtreme Kitten start to get back up to their feet…





EIGHT!!!







NINE!!!







Riggs jumps on the apron, yelling for Remy to get on his feet!!!










AND THEY’RE BOTH UP!!!
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JH: The match continues!!

CM: Yeah, but look!

As Mark Jackson orders that Riggs get down off the apron which Riggs generally provides himself to be an adequate distraction for Remy to stagger back and pick up his trusty cane…

CL: If Remy fucks up Kitten’s skull from this, I’m marking right here and now…

Remy comes in with a home run swing straight for Xtreme Kitten’s head… but he misses and spins around straight into a Side Russian Leg Sweep by Xtreme Kitten, inadvertently sending the cane into the throat of the Ragin’ Cajun!

Xtreme Kitten notices the cane’s presence and pushes it away with a disgusted look on his face before hooking the leg as Riggs hops down off the apron, unaware what went down with his charge…

Mark Jackson turns around and makes the count!


[align=center]ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!
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JH: That’s it!

Xtreme Kitten raises his arms up in victory as he looks ready to cry while Lucy looks on in shock. After a few moments of silence Kitten looks around only to find that his refere is on the outside with Vinj! Vinj is talking with the referee as Mark looks furious at the blue haired man's presence. However Vinj holds up the cane and starts saying some thing as Riggs sneaks towards them.

JH: What in the world is Vinj doing out here?!

CM: Kitten had it won!

CL: Doesn't smell good for kitty litter breath.

Once Riggs hears what Vinj is saying to the referee he quickly hurries over, nodding his head several times. Mark looks rather troubled but finally nods his head and calls for the bell.

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

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been informed by Mark Jackson, that as a result of a disqualification via the usage of a foreign object, your winner is....REMY BARTEAUX!

CM & JH: What?!

CL: Ha, ha! Brilliant!

Xtreme Kitten looks utterly confused as does Lucy, he crawls over to Mark and starts asking him what he did. It is then that Mark points to the cane he is now holding. He moves it around to signal that some one is hitting another and then points at Remy. Kitten quickly shakes his head as Vinj smirks while he climbs back up the steps.

CM: That blue haired punk just robbed Xtreme Kitten of his victory over Remy!

JH: Not only that, he accused Kitten of using a weapon!

[align=center]*Ad Break*[/align]

We switch to a communal lockeroom showing Vinj warming up for his upcoming match against the Red Cell-ians Kiyoshi Nakahata and Matt Impact. Although I spose he could be dancing. The way he bounces from side to side, swinging his arms and snapping his neck as he goes…wouldn’t be surprised. Anywho…or is it anyhow? Anyways, so there’s a knock at the door. Vinj ignores it at first, but the knock is insistent on coming into the room. The door opens and the knock mutates into the physical organism known as FOZZY MCQUEEN!!! Fozzy’s presence is met with a giant roar from the crowd as he appears on the plastic-screen. Ya know, as opposed to silver screen cos…yeah. You guys are dumb.

Vinj: What the-…Fozzy?

Fozzy: Nah, duh.

Vinj: Well, 'eerr. I knew it was you...just...whatever. So what you doing here? And where’s the rest of the crew?

Fozzy: Ironically, all the ockers are outside of Australia. As for what I’m doing…I’M GETTING YOUR BLOODY ATTENTION. Is what.

Vinj: Well you have it, psycho.

Fozzy: Sorry. Yeah. Sorta had an excited moment there. Was thinking of this episode of Scrubs where JD is like, singin' "I come from a land down under"…classic. Anyways, so apparently youse have been doin’ stuff that’s not…Aussie…ish. Drugs. And that, yeah?

Vinj’s face turns immediately sour as Fozzy mentions the word ‘drugs’. Vinj sits down on the bench attached to the back wall to the screen’s right and places his arms against the wood slats. With his head hung to the side Vinj responds.

Vinj: Far out. Apparently no one seems to get the concept of having a PERSONAL LIFE. This is none of your business.

Fozzy: Bloody oath it is, where the bloody hell are ya? You’re actin’ like a full mong, makin’ us look worse than that wankjob tosser Atomic Kitten. Alright?

Fozz laps up the laughter of the audience before realising he’s there for a reason.

Fozzy: Yeah so...this is every BIT of my bidness...as long as I’m in the mood, I probably won’t care by the time this conversation is over but…we made you an ‘honorary ocker’ for a reason, yeah? We thought that there might still be a chance that the Aussie tradition could be carried through FIW with pride and honour and…all that stuff. I don’t care ‘bout much, but when it comes to sport, us Aussies don’t mess about. You’ve ‘barrassed yerself, our nation and The Bloody Ockers. So, you need to be dead-armed. In the arm.

Fozzy lifts up his fist but doesn’t have the opportunity to take a shot. Not taking lightly to being treated like an inferior, Vinj jumps to his feet and gets nose to nose with Fozzy.

Fozzy: So…you wanna pash or somethin’? Cos that wouldn’t work…

Vinj steps back aways but not so far as to lose any intimidation. Well, as much as can be mustered in that crazy blue hair of his.

Vinj: Don’t threaten me, Fozz. I have more important things to deal with right now.

Vinj tries to push his way past Fozzy but he get’s shouldered. Fozzy turns his head towards Vinj while the human ‘Sonic’ looks onwards to the doorway.

Fozzy: Vinj…ain’t nothin’…NOTHIN’ more important than national pride. (*Except Jesus*) Don’t tell me you don’t feel it. Fair dinkum, everyone knows that you crave to belong. That’s why you joined up with 2 Dope with no previous history with Tier or FIW for that matter. That’s why every week you go out to find somethin’ or someone to make ya feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Bloody hell, that’s why you’re going through with this tag-team match. But what you don’t get is that you already belong somewhere. But mate, ya have to accept yourself for what you are first. C’mon, get help.

Vinj has had enough and heaves out an exasperated sigh before muscling his frame past Fozzy and out of the lockeroom. Vinj SLAMS the door on his way out. So hard in fact that the wood around the lock splints. Perhaps like his relationship with the ockers, eh? There’s Bloody LEVELS here fellas. Yeah…bloody…c’mon.

Fozzy: Cracked ‘em.

The camera then fades out on a lone Fozzy, leaving the crowd to wonder what really transpired between these two…and what the hell “cracked ‘em” means.

JH: FOZZZEEEEEE!!!

CL: BAD-ASS VINJ MAH FUCKAHHHH!!!

CM:...umm...Xtreme Kitteeeeehn...naaah.

JH: Some interesting developments here in this Vinj saga. I wonder if this'll have an effect on his match performance. No doubt he'll be wrestling with what Fozzy said with him for the next few weeks.

CL: OR, Vinj will forget about it and kung fu everyone in the brain with needles in-between his toes. That’d be fucking dooooooope.
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MA: The following contest is the Main Event of the Evening. Introducing first, the team of Vinj and Kailey Lane!!!

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. 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…

"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.


MA: And their opponents, representing the Red Cell, the team of Matt Impact and Kiyoshi Nakahata!!!

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

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


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

[align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away!
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice!
To change myself, I'd rather die!
Though they will not understand!
I will make the greatest sacrifice!
You can't predict where the outcome lies!
You'll never take me alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
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Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his right fist into his chest before kissing it and lifting it into the air as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle, to that, the crowd responds with more middle fingers and boos, he then hops off the second turnbuckle, and moves to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way grabs off his t-shirt and then comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the lights turn on and he grabs his dropped t-shirt and taunts the crowd by pretending to throw it at them, but smirks as he hands it to a ring official outside the ring. He then goes to the nearest corner leaning against it fixing his trunks, pads, and boots and stretching out a bit before the match.

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: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Tag Team contest is scheduled for one fall, to a 60-minute time limit for the Full Intensity Wrestling, World Tag Team Championship!

CL: Yeah, yeah, let’s just skip to the part where the champions get beat all ready!

CM: You’re just bitter ‘cause they’re right.

CL: About what?

CM: I dunno, but Matt Impact’s always right. About everything.

MA: Introducing first, in the corner my left; from Hutt River, Australia, weighing in tonight at Two hundred and Sixteen pounds; One of tonight’s challengers; the never sensible… VIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ!!!!!!!!!

CL: For the love of Pishacha, another wannabe rebel. Maybe I don’t want the champions beaten if he’s the alternative…

MA: And his partner, from Nashville Tennessee; weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Thirty Seven pounds, KAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYY LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNEE!!!!

JH: But surely you’ve got to admir-

CM & CL: No.

MA: And in the corner to my right, Your FIW Tag Team Champions of the World. First from Komachi City, Japan, weighing in tonight a Two Hundred and Sixty pounds, he is also Your FIW Fighting Spirit Champion, Kiyoshi NAKAAAAAAAAHATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

CL: We got Nakaratamahata & the King of Siam or whatever those goombas call themselves; there’s another punk with stupid hair and I’m stuck sitting next to Martin and Bitchen.

CM & JH: Hey!

CL: No wait, I have a serious question to ask.

CM & JH: And what’s that?

CL: Am I in hell already? And what’s up with these infernally long introductions? Someone trying to fill space?

MA: And his partner, from Staten Island, New York, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Eighty Six pounds… Matt IIIIIIIIIIIMPAAAAAAACCCTT!!!!!

With all of my aimless bantering out of the way, we can finish up the pre match formalities, including the hand over of the belts to the timekeeper. This did not go well. Impact refused to hand his half of the belts over from the beginning, and Kiyoshi seemed completely oblivious to the belt in his hand when the referee asked them both to hand them over at the middle of the ring.

JH: The champions are making this difficult…

CL: They’re scared..?!?!?! BWAHAHAHAHA!!! Only reason for it! A pair of craven cowards!

Not waiting for the champions to finish their crap; Vinj and Kailey sprint over, springboard up and Dropkick Kiyoshi off his perch! In the chaos this causes at ringside, the hang onto the top rope, end on the apron and springboard back in towards Impact with a pair of double foot dropkicks, sending him across the ring!

CM: Not fair! The bell hasn’t even rung yet!

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

CL: Happy now? For Ebisu’s sake, let me suffer in peace, Martin!

JH: Actually, if it gets the match started, I’m all for it. And if you want it to finish quickly, you should be glad.

CL: You too, Bitchen!

Before Impact can get up under his own power, Kailey drags him up and tries to pin his arms behind his back, calling for Vinj’s Spinning Flippy Kicky Thing. Not that that comes to anything; Impact grabs her by the head and throws her into the Kick; bouncing her back over his shoulder so he can drop her with a Powerslam for the first pin of the match!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Early Two and a Half!
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Kailey kicks out fine. She might have got out a little sooner had Vinj saved her, but when you have someone clacks you in the back of the knee with a wooden sword, that becomes a lot harder to do. The crowd disapprove of Daisuke’s actions, but that has never, ever stopped him. Back to the match, which right now consists of Impact hoisting Kailey across the ring with a ridiculously high hip toss and tagging out to Kiyoshi, who seems to have recovered from his fall.

CM: Hey Matt, don’t tag him in! You’re carrying this team! … Ouch, what was that for?

CL: Were you not listening to me? Quiet with the gImpact love!

Nevertheless, Kiyoshi’s in the ring and circling the fallen Kailey, apparently wanting to give her the chance she never gave him. She gets up to one knee and stares him down before rushing him with palm strikes and low kicks and the type, but most are either avoided or absorbed. Kiyoshi’s own lone counter is his preferred palm strike to the mush, however the Southern JKD master hefts him over her should with one of the man’s own style of Judo throws, to quite a decent response. Unfortunately for her, Pro Wrestling is not scored the same way as Judo, so she’s left to try an push the advantage with Kiyoshi on the floor, since Tony Clarke is in no position to award her Ippon. I say unfortunately, as I have enough trouble on the ground against someone who has a stone on me, let alone a national champion who weighs twice as much. Kailey’s attempt at a scarf hold is instantly rolled over just because of Kiyoshi’s size.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

No where Near!!!
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Kailey kips up to break it , let go and roll over, back to his feet. Kiyoshi just lies back for a few seconds, seeing if he’s going to be able to get up back to his feet unhindered, and he at least makes it to one knee. The purpose of this becomes clear when Kailey comes in to hurry him back to his feet: it means he’s low enough to attempt a shoulder throw, which he stand up in the middle, hurling her right up and onto the ropes; negating the attempt at his own kesa-gatame with the break.

CL: The worst thing is… No blood to save this train wreck.

JH: Conse, go home. You’re having that bad a time, leave no.

CL: **Shrugs** Ok.

CM: Just you and me now, Johnny.

As Jonathon Hitchen is left to ponder the wisdom of giving Constance an early night; the match continues with Kiyoshi and Kailey tagging out. Vinj takes the initiative with a Busaikuu Knee, which hits nothing but air, leaving him eating an Impact Muscle Bomb Press [a fancy name for the big guy just splashing him,] and a few kicks with the point of his toe before he can get up. Impact keeps up the High Powered Offence with the old style Triple Rib Breakery Thing, except calling out at Kailey before each of the first two and then taking the opportunity to point out Kiyoshi’s flaws before the third one.

JH: It’s this kind of mockery, I think we can all do with out.

CM: You idiot, Matt Impact’s mockery is, as we speak, saving the world from global warming.

JH:

My thoughts exactly. Jonathon and nearly everyone in attendance however perk up when they see Kailey Lane dropkick at Impact’s knees, and Vinj has just enough presence of mind to throw as much of his weight onto Impact’s chest so he slowly topples backwards, Kailey joining him on Impact’s chest for the pin.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kiyoshi Wastes Them Both With a Knee!!![/align]


And while he’s there, he throws Kailey away back to her corner, Tony Clarke trying to keep some semblance of order, telling them both to get back on the tag rope. Perhaps inadvertently, although you never quite know, Kiyoshi stops to argue the point of Kailey’s weight on the pin before; allowing Impact to unravel some of his wrist tape and throttle Vinj with it, calmly tossing it aside as Kiyoshi walks past to the corner. The mob and, predictably, Jon Hitchen protest, but I don’t need to bore you with that. His work now apparently done for the moment, Impact drags Vinj to the corner to tag out to Kiyoshi; who ignores the abdominal stretch Impact has put on for his striking benefit. He does however stand between the Blue Haired One and his corner, so when Ref. Clark calls for the break and he scrabbles back he’s met by Kiyoshi’s knee. In his face.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Shoulder Up!!!
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And for no apparent reason other the fact that he can, Kiyoshi goes straight to a Cross Arm-breaker, which gets sort of blocked, and countered in the slightly uncultured Australian way: biting at his hand; Kiyoshi lets go, and the former Ocker crawls full speed back for the tag only to get arms wrapped round his waist and flipped back in a graceful arc, onto his back in a beautiful German Suplex; helped in no small way by Vinj going from on his front to on his back in a split second.

JH: Gah! Why does this man with his obvious talent waste it in Red Cell?

CM: He gets to show off, doesn’t he? It’s not a waste.

The Suplex done, Kiyoshi’s next move is to throw Vinj into a neutral corner and tag in Impact once again; who Avalanches him into the turnbuckle, and whips him back into Kiyoshi’s Lariat arm. But he ducks it, hops up the into the Spinny Kicky Thingy, and Kailey tries to take advantage with a Chop Block on Kiyoshi, but the it’s the chop block that hits easily before the kick, leaving Vinj just as sunk as he was before. As Impact struts over to the fallen Aussie, Kailey wraps her arms around his legs to slow him down. Impact clubberises her down, but her job is done:

JH: Spinny Kick Thing!!! The Third Time of Asking! Now hurry back to the corner!

CM: Biased much?

JH: No more than you.

Heeding the advice of the lead announcer, Kailey shrugs off the clubbering she just took and rolls back to her corner, screaming for Vinj who desperate tries to crawl over with Impact on his ankle. Finally, he frees himself by stepping on Impact’s fingers and diving through the air as gracefully as he can and making he tag just in time for Hitchen’s aneurism. The hot tag made [at least based on the noise being made, I’d think so,] Kailey sprints off the far ropes and belts Impact upside the head with a running knee, just in time to send him into Tornado Alley a few times as he tries to roar it off. No less than six spinning kicks later [that’s the move done three times,] Impact’s finally put down onto his arse and Vinj is called back in, a little before he might have liked, being told to get in position as she slowly drags up Impact and jumps up onto his chest in a kind of Monkey Flip Stylee.

JH: Oooohhh… Ouch! Double Team Style! And there was me thinking these two had no timing together…

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three…?

Impact Powers Out At The Last!!![/align]


Hopping up and down, ready to keep the momentum in her favour, Kailey runs the ropes once more, going around the world with a Satellite Head-scissors right round into a facebuster! Or at least, if Impact hadn’t blocked it through sheer strength alone and sent her up, over and… Miraculously right back onto her feet! One of which is now on it’s way to Impact’s face! Staggered, Impact barely gets back to his corner, so Kiyoshi can tag himself in to face his fellow martial artist. In complete opposition to Kailey, Kiyoshi right now wants to slow the match back down, and does so, by blocking the frenetic high kicks thrown his way and slipping a vicious palm strike into the gap between them. Kailey is equal to it though, and grabs it, and wraps her legs almost around his throat! The Standing Triangle is fended off, but the Standing Juji isn’t!

CM: Some wrestler this guy is. Caught by his own hold!

Indeed, not the same powerhouse that Samael is, Kiyoshi has a little [but nothing too major,] difficulty lifting her up in much the same manner that Samael did to him last week; swinging her around as he does so, pasting her to a corner post! And laying in the shoulders as he does so!

JH: Vinj tags in! Takes him round with… What the hell was that?

CM: Hell you asking me for? I don’t give a shit about this cradley crap!

Vinj Apparently calls it the Butafuria!

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Two!!

He breaks it early to go straight to the Butterfly Lock!!!
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And as he does so, Impact immediately runs over to break it up, but Tony Clarke, in a rare display of bad positioning, is right in the way and gets bowled over as Impact makes his charge and gets dropped onto Vinj. A bit of a brouhaha ensues as Tony Clarke tries to re-establish his authority on the match, ushering Impact back to the champion’s corner. Apparenly aiming to help his stricken client, Daisuke hops up onto the apron, in full view of the ref, so he has to be told to get back down, but for a man who prides himself on his quickness and quietness, he’s spotted easily. Meanwhile, Vinj never quite lost hold of his Butterfly hold, and has Kiyoshi on his shoulders once again.

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Two!!

Three!!!

But Phantom Counts don’t Count!!!
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JH: Where’s the Ref?!?!?!?!?!

And only now Kiyoshi’s kicked out does Daisuke hop off the apron. Tony Clarke tries once more to bring this under control, forcing Vinj to break his new Butterfly Lock for the ropes in the biggest travesty of justice this crowd has seen all night. One female fan likes it so little, she hops over the guardrail to let the referee know the full extent of her displeasure, forcing him to call security. After a few seconds, they arrive to take her away. Vinj walks over to make his point to the ref, but he’s shrugged off to deal with the crazed woman. And with Kiyoshi still sorting his shoulders out, and discussing strategy with Daisuke. So he definitely doesn’t see the International Champion Xtreme Kitten slip in un-noticed to give the Cat Kick to Vinj, spinning around three times on his feet to absorb the blow. He was still kicked hard in the face and as XK slips out, Daisuke orders Kiyoshi in. Kiyoshi does his brother proud, pouncing on Vinj and dragging him down into the Dojime Sleeper!!! Tony Clarke has regained his handle on the match and calls for the bell.

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


MA: Here are your winners…

CM: Mwahaha!!! The boy’s not that bad! He did his bit!

MA: By Disqualification… The team of Kailey Lane and VIIIIIINNJJJJ!!!!!

CM: **Gobsmacked**

CL: Ha ha, Chipmunk.

JH: Welcome back Constance. Enjoying justice finally being done?

MA: However this means that the Red Cell team of Nakahata and Impact retain their Tag Team Titles!!

JH: No! That’s not fair

CL: Sucks to be you too, eh Bitchen?

Xtreme Kitten stomps his feet in fury while the referee raises both Kailey's and Vinj's arms in victory. Kiyoshi looks utterly confused and Daisuke is fuming, Matt buries his face into the rope. Kailey helps Vinj up to his feet just as Xtreme Kitten re-enters the ring. He sprints across it and takes Vinj's head off once again with a second Cat Kick!

Kiyoshi gets to his feet while Matt enters the ring and both close in on Kitten. The two shove the UIC and he turns around, the three starting to argue. Daisuke attempts to enter the ring as a blur races past him into the ring. Before Kailey even realizes it Remy spears her almost right out of her boots and starts hammering on her!


JH: What the hell?! All chaos is breaking loose! Remy is assaulting Kailey! Xtreme Kitten just struck Vinj!

CL: And yeah the Red Cell jerk offs are whining to Kitten about what he did.

CM: Can't they all just get along?

Tony tries to get Remy off of Kailey, but the Cajun doesn't let up as he pounds away on her. Vinj stumbles back up to his feet and in a dazed state charge at the three men. His aussie rival of sorts side steps him and Matt Impact drives him down with a spine buster. Kiyoshi tries to talk to Matt, but Impact starts stomping away on Vinj. Xtreme Kitten shoves Matt lightly to make way for him to start stomping on Vinj as well!

JH: This is disgusting! Some one has to do some thing!

CM: This is great! Go to town on them Remy, Matt and Kitten!

CL: Kitten doesn't look too happy that Matt is doing his job, and I wouldn't fucking be pleased either.

Daisuke enters the ring finally and says some thing to Nakahata, who shakes his head. Out of frustration Daisuke joins Matt and Kitten on stomping away on the blue haired freak. Remy smugly stands over Kailey's fallen and beaten frame as he slings his championships over his shoulders. Clarke pleads with the Cajun to leave but Remy instead places his foot over Kailey's neck, choking her. That is until a foot connects with his jaw and nails a super kick on him!

CM: It's Sean! Sean Madrox just kicked Remy's head off!

JH: What in the world is Sean doing in there?!

CL: I thought he took enough of a beating from Prime earlier, guess he wants more.

Madrox smirks as Remy drops to the floor, but not before he snatches Remy's title belts away from him. The referee tries to tell him to get out of the ring but he doesn't listen as he slings the belts over his shoulders. On the other side of the ring Vinj, amazingly, starts to get to his feet. Even in his dazed state he vainly tries to fight back, but with Daisuke & Matt, and Kitten all hammering away on him it seems to be no use.

JH: We very well could see that sight at Violence Fetish, Sean Madrox standing over both Remy and Kailey!

CL: I can't believe I'm fucking saying this but, fight Vinj! Fight back! Kick those guys' ass!

CM: It's pointless, look who's coming down!

The fans jeer even heavier as Toan and Momoko hurry on from the back area, sliding into the ring. Momoko clocks Vinj over the head with a steel chair, sending him stumbling back into the ropes! Kitten shoves the Red Cell member and starts yelling at her. As things start to become tense on the other side of the ring, slowly Kailey starts getting to her feet on her side of the ring. Madrox too busy to notice her as he poses with the championship belts.

CL: I think just now that idiotic Kitten realized the others were helping him.

JH: In bigger news, Kailey is getting to her feet!

CM: Look out Sean! Look out!

Lane breathes heavily and glares at the back of Sean, charging at him. Sadly Madrox turns around in time to see her coming and throws a punch, the two starts slugging it out. While on the other side of the ring things explode when Toan kicks Kitten! All of Red Cell, aside from Kiyoshi, starts hammering on the other aussie! Ironically Kitten and Vinj are side by side as they try to fight off Red Cell!

JH: Kailey and Sean are going all out on each other!

CL: Never thought I'd see those two freaks working together, but hey, they are beating on Red Cell...so...Go Aussie Fuckers!

CM: It's pointless! It's four on two, they'll never survive! They'd only survive if they had a mircl-

The arena lights drop and save for a few camera flashes, we are left with nothing. Haunting high-pitched vocals from one Marilyn Manson suddenly cut in over the speakers.

[align=center]In this town... we call home... everyone hail to the Pumpkin Song[/align]

CL: Will a God do?!

JH: It's Tier! It's TIER!!!

CM: No! Not that freak!

Tier to a thunderous cheer charges from backstage, carrying the Legacy of Pain in his hand. He slides into the ring as Red Cell turns their attention to him. Momoko is the first to sprint towards him, only to get her head taken off by the steel chair. Matt Impact is the second to try and the second to fall at Tier's hands. The crowd is going nuts as on one side of the ring Tier and Toan stare down. On the other side of the ring Kailey is starting to get the upper hand!

JH: Tier is cleaning house!

CL: Oh fucking Buddha yes!

CM: No! Momoko! Matt!

Just as Toan starts to advance, Daisuke rushes forward with Kiyoshi right behind him. Both men fall at Tier's hands, and while he is distracted Toan charges forward. He nails Tier with a lariat that sends him stumbling back. The old English man charges again, only this time Tier ducks it and cracks the Legacy of Pain right over his head! Toan rolls out of the ring with his comrades as his skull starts to bleed!

Kailey delivers yet another punch that sends Madrox flung back against the ropes. She almost takes his head off with a round house kick that sends him soaring over the top rope and crashing to the floor! Mean while Kitten and Vinj are already back at it, Kitten whips Vinj towards the ropes. Except Vinj reverses it and sends XK running towards the ropes which he springs off of. When he comes back he looks for a third Cat Kick, only Vinj ducks it and grabs him, connecting with a belly to belly suplex that sends Xtreme Kitten right over the top rope!


CM: Toan! Oh my god Toan! He's...he's...he-

CL: BLEEDING! Yes! Fully fucking sick!

JH: Kailey and Vinj just eliminated their probl-wait! Kailey, behind you!

The southern belle doesn't even notice that Remy is creeping up behind her, a sneer on his face. He starts racing right towards her just as Tier notices. The God of Violence intercepts the Cajun and whips him around, Kailey turning around at the same exact time. The Legacy of Pain makes a monstrous noise as it slams over Remy's skull. Tier's and Kailey's eyes meeting as Barteaux's limp form drops to the mat.

Red Cell from the outside try and aid one another up the ramp as they throw insults in Tier's direction and glare at him. Nearly beside them Xtreme Kitten limps up the ramp as Vinj and him trade insults. Kitten claiming the championship will still be his as Vinj motions that it'll be his soon. The fans almost riot they are going so crazy when Tier turns his attention away from Kailey and to Red Cell, his black soulless eyes glare out at them.


JH: Tier just saved Kailey Lane! What in the world is going on here?! This is utter insanity folks!

CM: Tier and Vinj can just wait, next week at Hallowe'Volt, they'll get theirs'! They'll regret ever doing this when they step into a handicap match and a title match!

CL: We need to get security down there at the fucking moment before the fans start jumping the railing. See ya next week ghouls and ghosts, you wouldn't FUCKING DARE miss it!

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