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ReVolt; 11-08-2006
Topic Started: Nov 9 2006, 07:13 AM (267 Views)
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GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE

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

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

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

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


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

HERE RIGHT NOW !!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

MIND ENDURANCE!!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


SO WRONG,
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG


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

1
2
3!!!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED


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

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

Jonathan Hitchen: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Dover International Speedway in Dover, Delaware! I'm Jonathan Hitchen...

Chip Martin: I'm Chip Martin!

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

MA: The following Triple Threat contest is scheduled for One Fall to a 15 Minute Time Limit!

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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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MA: Introducing first, from Fairfield, Connecticut; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Forty pounds, Mr. Phenomenal, Sean MAAAAAAADRRRROOOOOOXXXXX!!!

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.

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

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

[align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire
Fire[/align]



MA: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing 240lbs, MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!!

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

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…

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MA: And finally, from San Diego, California; weighing in tonight at Three Hundred and Ten pounds, the Evolution of Excellence, This. Is. PRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the aforementioned 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.


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

CL: Oh Joy. Another week of fun and happiness begins.

JH: Ahh, a refreshing change from your usual sunny disposition, Constance.

CM: Since when are you so snarky, Bitchen? Anyway, two icons of Slam! In the same ring!

CL: oOo, Hardcore…

Yes, the commentators are ready to begin and, with all the formalities out of the way, so are we. It’s not very long before Prime, calmly warming up one minute, explodes onto Sean Madrox, pounding him with forearms and punches and a mocking slap or two thrown in for variety. So where’s Maj Tahal gone? A very good question, Constant Reader.

CM: I didn’t even know you could read, Conse…

CL: Where did that come from?

Yes Constant Reader, a very good question. It seems that The Panther has taken a break and is out of the ring, talking strategy with The General, if the General is capable of wrapping his mind around such things. Nevertheless, the two are talking, and the beating continues. However, Prime’s condition doesn’t allow him to keep it up, apparently he’s spending as much time fighting himself, as he is his opponent.

CM: NOOO!!! Keep your mind on the match, the match!

CL: Hah, fangirl.

CM: Hey….

CL: Well you’re not denying it.

Prime, struggling with something inside, gets up, clutching his head. Mr. Phenomenal rolls away, and decides to take his time to set something up from the turnbuckle. With the range gauged to perfection, all he needs for the Diving ‘Rana is for Prime to face him. Which might eventually happen, but not while Prime’s struggling to keep his rampant wussy side in check. Unfortunately for Madrox, the opportunity for a strike doesn’t present itself until after Maj Tahal’s spotted his own opening and crotched him on the turnbuckle, sending him down with an Avalanche Style Snapmare, from the apron, springboarding in towards Prime…

CM: Maj Tahal with the early advantage? Against Prime and Madrox?

JH: It’s not actually that hard to imagine if you’ve been watching. Especially that Springboard Wheel Kick.

CM: But those tw-

CL: Mention Slam again, I dare you. I double dare you.

CM: Why shouldn’t I go on about it? All I’ve been hearing recently is NIGW this, NIGW that.

Back to the match, with Prime having been introduced to the IMD’s flying heel, Madrox is back on his feet. Not for long; Bhaia from Maj!

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Two!!

Prime Cuts It Off!!!
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Prime evidently having recovered enough of his wits to break the pin, sending Maj once more rolling away to safety. Which on balance is a good plan, seeing that Prime evidently has a bone to pick with Sean Madrox, throwing him to the ropes for the Shotgun! Once more, Maj Tahal gets the chance to pick his spot: a Chop Block right at the zenith of the move; leaving Madrox with a face full of one of Prime’s boots, while the other is removed from the floor. The result is quite possibly the closest Prime will ever get to a dropkick, which as you might imagine does not really please Prime.

CM: Mwahaha Tahal, fear the wrath of Prime!

Evidently, the IMD does. Once again he makes a hasty retreat, this time with Prime in hot pursuit. Maj makes a rather agile escape under the bottom rope, around the ring post and back into the ring so he can turn his attention to Sean Madrox, who’s getting back to his feet. He’s allowed to do this by virtue of Prime’s lack of agility combined with the General’s “Stealth Training,” finally put to good use as Prime makes his way out and around the ring post. On his way back in, The Evolution of Excellence finds his already hurt knee from the Chop Block wrapped around aforementioned ring post by a surprisingly useful General Kumar Singh.

CM: Well, what do you know, he is good for something,

CL: I thought you were supporting Prime & Madrox…

CM: Oh yeah… Damn you General!!!

In the ring, Madrox is finding out what Shakti means. It seems that it’s Hindi for Running STO, dropped at a particularly awkward angle tonight, Madrox taking it mainly on his neck, and rolling over after the impact, leaving Maj in a perfect position for the traditional [at least for him] Indian Deathlock, and seizing the opportunity from his Shakti’s cranial damage, he steps over and takes Madrox in a facelock, leaving us with a Stepover Indian Deathlock Facelock hybrid. The details of this can be worked out later; Prime has recovered from the General’s assault on his leg, and is now making a rather slow chase after him. Meanwhile, Madrox’s neck can’t take much more, and in a shocking turn of events, taps out!!!

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CM: Referee! That wasn’t a tap! That was… That was…

In the Truth’s eye’s at least, it was a submission, and that is that. As Fire comes back on, Maj isn’t quite left with the chance to savour this victory, because he feels he has o follow the General, who beats a hasty retreat up the aisle.

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JH: Our special preview feature for our next Pay Per View, Violence Fetish, is next… The Ragin’ Cajun himself, Remy Barteaux is going up against Kailey Lane.

CL: Ugh… the niceness of Kailey makes me want to vomit but I’ll tolerate this match if Remy can bust up her face a bit.

CM: If that happens, I’m running in on this one…

CL: If he does, I’ll mark if Remy can fuck his shit up.

Michael Anderson takes centre stage in the middle of the FIW ring as referee Mark Jackson climbs into the ring…

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

The Delaware audience gives a decent number of cheers for not having to sit threw a twenty-minute promo as Michael Anderson reviews his cue cards for the participants for the next match…

MA: The following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit… your referee is the esteemed Mark Jackson.

Jackson gets one or two cheers from the crowd… he ain’t Richard Kelly, you know…

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.

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.

"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.

Michael Anderson listens to the capacity crowd before making the formal introductions…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen… in the red corner to my right… he hails from the French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana and weighs in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds… he is the FIW Duel Crown Champion… the Ragin’ Cajun… REMIEEEEEEEEEE BARRRRRRRRRRRTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

Remy gets heavy boos from the Delaware audience, as you can only expect from a heel…

MA: And his opponent… hailing from Nashville, Tennessee… she weighs in at one-hundred and thirty-seven pounds… please give it up for… KAILIEEEEEEEEEE LANEEEEEEEEEEAHHHH!!!

Kailey, as you can expect, gets a nice round of cheers as every face (except John Cena) gets…

CL: Right, enough of these introductions… we’ve got shit to fuck up, so let’s go.

Michael Anderson exits the ring as Mark Jackson makes the rudimentary (if not grossly underused these days) check for foreign objects on Remy and Kailey before signally for the bell…


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Remy Barteaux and Kailey Lane start the elementary circle around the opposition, sizing up for possible attacks, which Remy takes the offence with an amateur-style dive for a single leg takedown attempt but Kailey skips out of the way to avoid that… though is honourable enough to not capitalise on Remy being down on one knee.

Remy gets back up to his feet and goes for a collar and elbow tie-up… Kailey skips back and snaps on a side headlock on her much bigger adversary to control him.

Remy attempts to prise Kailey’s arms off from around his head to no avail as Kailey has it cinched on like a Rottweiler has it’s bite clinched on a robber’s mitten.

Remy pushes Kailey back to the ropes to throw her off him… but Kailey is resilient and counters being shot off with an Irish whip to the ropes!

Remy comes back and takes his smaller adversary with a shoulder tackle, sending the smaller Miss Lane down to the canvas… Remy dusts off his shoulders before getting a head of steam off the ropes but Kailey skims the canvas in an attempt to trip him up… but Remy hops over her body as she does so!

Kailey gets back up to her feet as Remy rebounds off the other ropes to leapfrog majestically over his head and, upon his return, takes him down to the canvas with a beautiful arm drag into an arm bar!

JH: Fantastic sequence of moves by Kailey Lane… Remy down on his back in an arm bar.

CL: Yes, we can see that… did you really need to tell the fans?

JH: It’s my job! Give me a break.

Speaking of breaks, Remy straight away skutters his feet over to the bottom rope to force the said break from Kailey Lane who, respectfully, releases the hold and allows Remy to get back to his feet.

Remy gets back to his feet and favours his arm that was caught in the arm drag as he circles around Kailey Lane…

He motions for the Greco-Roman knuckle lock… also known as the “test of strength” by Michael Cole as he probably thinks Greco-Roman is a form of European cuisine.

Remy sets the bar a little too high for Kailey, literally standing up straight and raising hi hand as high as he can reach without standing on his toes in a display of arrogance over his size advantage over Kailey Lane…

Kailey doesn’t seem too fazed though and reaches up to grab the knuckle… only to get a kick in the midsection by the Ragin’ Cajun who follows it up with a heavy forearm smash across the face!

CM: Didn’t take long for Remy to resort to cheap shots…

Remy straight away follows the forearm smash with a body slam in the centre of the ring, kicks Kailey’s arms so they’re tucked nicely beside her body before sprinting towards the ropes to return with a big leg drop onto the neck of Miss Kailey Lane!

Remy with a cover…


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


Remy looks up at Mark Jackson who tells him it was indeed one…

Remy complains about it working for Hogan so why not him to which Jackson responds with Remy requiring the strength of Hulkamania or it to work.

Remy responds with an odd glance to the crowd as he lifts Kailey Lane back to a vertical base before sending her right back down to Gaia with a side headlock takedown, beginning to really wrench in the hold.

Mark Jackson asks Kailey if she wishes to submit, getting a firm “no” in response by the Nashville native…

Remy, possibly out of frustration, relinquishes the hold to put the boot to Kailey’s head reminiscent of how a roid-raging Italian would put the boot to a drunken Red Soxx fan who told him that his mother commits acts of dubious virtue with members of her own family before clamping the side headlock back on again…

This time, however, Kailey is able to slip Remy over into a quick pinning predicament…


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


Remy manages to get back into the side headlock… feeling that he doesn’t want another situation like he had moments earlier, Remy yanks Kailey back up to her feet and strikes out with a roundhouse kick to the midsection of his smaller adversary!

Kailey response in kind with a kick behind the knee! Remy kicks Kailey in the same area! Kailey with a kick to the side of Remy’s midsection! Remy responds in kind!

Kailey! Remy! Kailey! Remy! Kailey! Remy! Kailey! Remy cuts Kailey off with a rake of the eyes much to Mark Jackson’s disapproval and verbally warns Remy of the penalties of breaking rules under his watch.

CL: What’s that? Enduring coffee breath?

CM: No, it’s having to watch his entire collection of “home movies”…

JH: Good Lord!

CL: May Jehovah have mercy on us all!

Remy kicks Kailey in the gut with the sole of his boot, not the tip as he doesn’t want to incur the wrath of watching Mark Jackson stalk campers in the Scottish highlands late at night before slamming Kailey Lane down near the corner turnbuckle.

Remy ascends up to the second-rope, striking a pose to the disparagement of the Delaware audience in attendance… Remy gives a few of them a piece of his mind about how he should be named the Triple Crown Champion as he’s some guy’s momma’s champion as well as being both the Global Honour Crown and the Spirit Of Honour Champion.

Remy then comes off the second-rope with a fist drop straight onto the face of Miss Kailey Lane and covers… having enough sense to hook the leg this time.


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


CM: Only two!

Some moron in the crowd also responds in kind by squealing “Just two!!!” as Remy complains once again to Mark Jackson that the said second-rope fist drop worked for Jerry Lawler… Mark Jackson states that Remy isn’t “The King” so it wasn’t likely to get him the win.

Remy gives another odd glance to the crowd before shrugging it off to lift Kailey Lane back up and plant her in the centre of the right with an overly dramatic straight punch between the eyes, sending Kailey down.

Remy does that odd motion with the hands for doing something flippy… he runs against the ropes and hops up to the middle rope to back flip, twist and into a senton… but misses as Kailey rolls out of the way!

JH: The Cajun Twist misses!

Kailey, like a house of fire, gets back up to her feet… she drags Remy back up and starts unloading with slap after slap after slap, following it up with kick after kick after kick before sending Remy down with a B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L dropkick in the centre of the chest that causes her to somersault backwards like how Paul London does with his Dropsault move… very nice.

Remy stumbles back up to receive yet another Dropsault Kick from Kailey… he stumbles back up to his feet yet again, not knowing what the hell is going on before watching as Kailey gets a head of steam off the ropes and smashes into him with a Flying Double Axe Handle Smash we affectionately know as-

CL: POLISH HAMMER!!!

JH: No! Kailey Klub!!

-which sends Remy back down on the canvas for Kailey to attempt a cover!


[align=center]ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- NO!!![/align]


Mark Jackson holds up his hands signifying it was only two before Kailey drags the carcass of Remy Barteaux back up to his feet, goes behind with an Abdominal Stretch and into a rolling cradle!


[align=center]One![/align]

Kailey releases the pin to roll Remy around on the mat in an attempt to disrupt his equilibrium! Mark Jackson follows behind counting one at nearly every time that Remy’s shoulders are down on the canvas before Kailey eventually hooks both legs for a pin!!


[align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! NO!!![/align]


Kailey can’t believe that Remy kicked out of it… and neither can Remy as he skutter back up, struggling to keep his balance from all the rolling he’s been doing lately…

He turns around straight into a Small Package by Kailey Lane!!


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


Remy floats the move over so Kailey shoulders are down!


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


Kailey floats back so Remy’s are!


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


Remy floats over so Kailey’s shoulders are back on the canvas!


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


Kailey reverses so Remy’s are down!


[align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE!!! RING THE BELL!!![/align]


Kailey releases the hold and holds up her hands victoriously as Mark Jackson raises her hand in acknowledgement of her victory over Remy!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen… your winner… KAILEY LANE!!!!

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JH: Know what time it is, Conse?

CL: Time for Chip to go to his hotel room and fuck your mother?

CM: Hells yeah!

JH: No…

CL: Oh, then what the fuck time is it, Bitchen?

CM: I’ll have that dried out pussy all moist and juicy again in no time!

JH: …It’s time for the main event…

CL: Why the fuck didn’t you say that in the first place? I can’t wait to see Horrorcore make a massacre out of this shit.

CM: If any one’s ass is being pwned, it’ll be Horrorcore when Red Cell is done with them.


MA: The following contest is the scheduled main event for this edition of ReVolt and is set for a one hour time limit. It is a elimination style match where there is only a winner until one team is completely eliminated. Your official for this contest is Tony Clarke!

The Red Cell logo appears on the big screen to a massive collection of jeers as “The Hunt” by Sepultura starts to pound out of the PA system…

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

Dazzles of red lasers spray around the arena as the lights fade revealing the silhouettes of members of Red Cell from behind the entrance curtain as the beat of the music starts to pick up…

From behind the curtain the members of Red Cell come out decked in their colours of black shirts and night camouflage.

[align=center]“We went into town on the Wednesday night
Searching all the places that you hang about
Were looking for you

In the back street cellar and the drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the gaming pubs
Were looking for you

You will pay the price for my own sweet brother
And for what he has become
And a hundred other boys and girls
And all that you have done!”
[/align]

Matt Impact and Kiyoshi Nakahata walk out in front with Daisuke “The Crow” Tanaka in tow, pushing their way threw the baying fans…

The Red Cell mastermind, LOBO Malvado, walks behind with that sinister sneer on his face which passes across to the fans that get on his case…

The figurehead of Red Cell, Toan walks behind him along with Momoko Wakari armed with her trademark Stop Sign, sickle and staple gun trailing not far behind…

Right at the back, Mijutso Tenako, the Red Cell gofer, with a jovial smile on his face despite the fan’s not so warm reception for the faction he is part of holds up one of his many hand-painted signs in his collection which reads;

"U R now entering the Kingdom Of Pain"

[align=center]“We picked up the trail at the seven crowns
One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds
We followed him

Just a silhouette figure up market pass
Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass
We followed him

Over the bridge by the old canal
Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall
He stopped to light up a cigarette
And we dived into a doorway.

No police, no summons, no courts of law…
No! No! No! No!

No proper procedure, no rules of war
No! No! No! No!

No mitigating circumstance
No! No! No! No!

No lawyers fees, no second chance
No! No! No! No!”
[/align]

Impact and Kiyoshi get to the end of the aisle before splitting off and standing guard on either side of the aisle, allowing Daisuke and LOBO to climb into the ring and bad mouth/sneer at the crowd baying for their blood…

Toan and Momoko follow soon after along with Mijutso who nearly crotch himself on the middle rope trying to get his hand-painted signs in.

[align=center]“There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat
There are old folk battered in the open street
In this city of ours

There are eyes that see but say nothing at all
There are ears that hear but they dont recall
In this city of ours

So we followed your man back to your front door
And were waiting for you outside
’cos not everybody here is scared of you
Not everybody passes on the other side!

No police, no summons, no courts of law…
No! No! No! No!

No proper procedure, no rules of war
No! No! No! No!

No mitigating circumstance
No! No! No! No!

No lawyers fees, no second chance
No! No! No! No!”
[/align]

Toan stands proudly in the centre of the ring and removes his shades, looking out with a contemptuous glare at the fans as Impact and Kiyoshi climb into the ring with Kiyoshi sitting on his team’s corner, crossing his arms as Mijutso proudly holds up a sign reading;

“Hey, Conse! VAGINA!!”

[align=center]“And we could spent our whole lives waiting
For some thunderbolt to come
And we could spent our whole lives waiting
For some justice to be done…
Unless we make our own!”
[/align]

LOBO and Daisuke exit the ring as all the rest of the faction remain inside as Mijutso politely takes the house microphone off Michael Anderson for Red Cell’s personal introductions…

CL: Well here is four sixth of perhaps the lamest large scale team ever.

CM: More like Team McAwesome Ass Kickery of Ultimate Destructocity, and Onikage.

JH: Has Red Cell’s only supporter stooped to copying Ultimate Warrior?

CL: Red Cell has about as many brain cells as that guy between all of them, so that wouldn’t shock me.

CM: Sad thing is, even that is more brain cells than your Horrorcore buddies have altogether.

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
[/align]

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
[/align]

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
[/align]

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: I still can’t believe that damn blue haired freak robbed Kitten of his championship!

JH: I think that pales to the fact that Kitten might’ve robbed Vinj of his life!

CL: Eh, he only finished what Tier started on that subject.

JH: Yes, if Tier had it his way Vinj would’ve ended up like-

CM: Ssssh, if you say his name he might show up in one of the arena’s bathroom stalls.

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…
[/align]

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
[/align]

Within the sea of humanity a small reaction from people on the bottom level occurs, many of them trying to make it to a center point within the sea. Slowly a figure becomes visible in with all of these FIW fans, a figure that is getting a heated welcome. The enigmatic masked man pushes his way through them, making it to the fencing. He leaps over it and slides into the ring, the Savior of Sorrow soaking in all of this hatred. Onikage sits in the corner as he leans his head back against the middle turnbuckle.

JH: And the final member of this team of rather sinister men and women.

CL: A guy, much like the last masked freak, I’m sure is just jumping for joy for when fucking Tier or Elrick or Grant cave their skulls in. Then let Nightmare skull fuck the remains since he is lonely now a days.

CM: The only one that could mess this up for Red Cell, the bastard, just as Kitten said before, always self-serving in his interests.

JH: He certainly is a man that stands by his wants and needs I suppose.

CL: Red Cell talk about how trashy Horrorcore is yet they affiliate themselves with garbage like that fucktard.


Mijutso clears his throat and pulls a few small note cards out of his pocket, taking proper stances for announcing and takes a deep inhale.


Mijutso: Representing Red Cell... he is a member of the Tanaka Zaibatzu in Nagoya... which got me three months supply of porno DVDs for reasons unknown to me... he fears no man... especially Chuck Norris... DAISUKEEEEEEEE THAAAAA CROOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!! Also representing Red Cell... he is the man who puts HAMMER in Warhammer... LOBO MAHHHLLLL-VAHHHH-DOOOHHH!! Also, also! Representing Red Cell... I am the Man from Da Nang, the Shooter from Shinjuku, the Highflyer from Hokkaido, the Fighting Ultimate Crazy King... MEEEE-JUT-SAHHHH "Brighter than the bulbs smashed over John Zandig's Head" TEN-AHHHHHHHHHH-KOOOOOOOOHHH!!

He nods his head happily as the fans jeer his announcing, Michael Anderson rolling his eyes while LOBO and Daisuke sneer at the fans.


Mijutso: And not representing Red Cell... The woman who's dress sense is starting to make my eyes dilate just looking at her... LUUUUUUUUUUUCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEE!! Also not representing Red Cell... he claims to be the longest Undisputed International Champion in FIW history... though I personally I have no knowledge of it being true... I don't swing that way, see... he is one half of, if I remember right, The Most Ordinary tag team in FIW... he hails from Shoal Beach, Austria and weighs in at 116 kilos... XTREEEEEEEEME KITTEN!!


The fans shower Mijutso with more jeers and he looks a tad confused, just now realizing the reaction. Mean while Lucy is holding Xtreme Kitten by his feet as she tries to stop him from kicking Mijutso, his eyes twitching behind the mask.


Mijutso: And is also not representing Red Cell... he is the other half of The Most Ordinary tag team in FIW history... he says he has the skills of an artist in this canvas, though if that's true can you to draw a dragon on it? Uh, he hails from... parts unknown?

He looks at Onikage, then to XK... shudders disturbed

Mijutso: He weighs in at 113 kilos... ONIIII-KAAAAAAAAAGUUUHHH!!


Xtreme Kitten glares at Onikage, though the other masked man is seemingly ignoring his former friend as he sits in the corner. All of Red Cell looking between the two and a few showing a hint of worry at how these two are going to co-exist.


Mijutso: And getting back to he who represents Red Cell...

Tenako gets whispered in the ear by Daisuke.

Mijutso: Uh, he is the REAL Duel Crown Champion of FIW... the Judo King and the man who will break the fucking arms off every Horrorcore wrestler in this match tonight.

Tenako turns to Daisuke, who is smirking smugly.

Mijutso: That's not very nice, is it?

Daisuke frowns and shouts an insult, smacking the sign boy upside the head, Mijutso flinches slightly.

Mijutso: Uh... hailing from Komachi City, Aichi Prefecture, Japan... weighing in at 118 kilos... KIYOSHIIIIIIIII NAKAHAAAAAAAA-TAAAAAAAAA!! Again, he also represents Red Cell... he is the man with the word "King" on his arm... 'cause he's the REAL King Of Kings... cause Triple H ain't got shit on him! One half of the FIW World Tag Team champions... he hails from Manhattan Island, New York and weighs 130 kilos... MATT IM-M-MPACT!! Especially representing Red Cell... she is the woman who put the "G" in NGIW... she is the Undisputed Queen Of Hardcore... weighing in at 57 kilos and hailing from my apartment in Saitama, Japan... MOH-MOH-KOH WAAHH-KARRIEEE!! And last but not least in representing Red Cell... he is man who puts the "I" in FIW... though I could be wrong, he may have actually put the "F" in it."

Toan shouts "Shut the fuck up and get on with it!" at Mijutso who flinches slightly.

Mijutso: Yes, I was right. He weighs in at 102 kilos and hails from the Kingdom of Pain... he-

Toan pulls down the mike and whisperes in Mijutso's ear.

Mijutso: And he is good enough to never have to do Ultraviolence in CZW? He is... TOOOOOOEEEE-ANNNNNNNNNN-UHHHH!!!


The entire active side of Red Cell walks forward to the center of the ring and lifts their fists up in unison. As they do so, Daisuke and LOBO launch several shades of red streamers up into the air. Mijutso clapping happily like a idiot at the display while XK looks on in disgust. During this Michael Anderson manages to snatch the micro phone back from the Red Cell associate.


CL: Ugh, thank fucking Buddha, not sure how much longer I could tolerate that shit.

JH: It was rather over the top.

CM: That was great! I demand that happens every match of Red Cell’s!

Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a voice booms over the speakers.

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

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


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

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

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


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

CM: The first of many lambs being led to the slaughter tonight.

CL: Right, more like the first of many that are going to fucking murder the other team that is in the ring right now.

JH: Conse has a point, some one very well could find themselves on the wrong end of Ninja’s boot by the end of this match.

CM: Don’t be a god damn kiss ass, Bitchen. Besides, if I was Horrorcore guys, I’d be more worried about Kitten’s boot, it’s deadly.

CL: Wrong about the Kitten part, but you were right about the other point, stop kissing my ass Bitchen, no one likes to see it.

[align=center]CALL ME THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE
CALL ME THE AMERICAN DREAM
CALL ME YOUR SOUL CORRUPTED
CALL ME ANYTHING YOU NEED!
[/align]

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

MA: On his way to the ring at this time, from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds and is a former FIW WOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE PRINCE OF PAIN", NIGHTMAAAAAAARE!!!!

[align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!
YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE?
YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!
WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH!
[/align]

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

JH: Here’s a man that could be a major problem for Red Cell.

CM: More like if Barney isn’t careful, Momoko’s gonna set him on fire.

CL: Please don’t fucking steal your lines from comedy songs for fuck sake.

CM: Shut up! Barney’s on fire is a classic!

JH: I’ve never even heard of such a bloody song…

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

[align=center]You Can Hate Me

You Can Hate Me

Hate The Air That I Breathe

Air That I Breathe

Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be

Next Thing To Be

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


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

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

CL: The man that has been carrying Grimace’s ass.

JH: I don’t think that’s the case at all, it would seem they’ve been co-existing. It also seems like Nightmare is starting to rub off on Grant’s attitude.

CM: Ew, he needs some bug spray or some thing for that.

JH: Ha, ha, very funny, Chip.

CL: No, I agree whole fucking heartedly with Chip, you don’t need Night-germs on you and messing with your head.

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

Darren Malakian's high-pitched and strained vocals shock the crowd as he and Serj Tankian rock System of a Down's "Cigaro" into our eardrums. Strobe lights flash from the entryway in time with the jamming guitar as smoke begins to pour out. Graver strolls out onstage with a beer in one hand and his duffel bag in the other. He puts the bottle to his lips to pour beer into his gullet before smashing it over his head in a shower of dark amber liquid and broken glass.

Graver makes his way down the walkway to the ring, ignoring the fans' assaults before taking a short running start and sliding under the bottom rope. Graver gets to his feet and slides the bag to his corner in one smooth motion before raising a double deuce to all the fans. The Hardcore Fuckamaniac thumbs his nose as he paces to his corner. He hops up onto the turnbuckle and grabs his crotch, flipping a deuce to the fans as he sneers at them. They show him the same respect before he hops down, ready to fight.

CM: Speaking of parasites, look who it is…

JH: Why Graver came to Tier’s aid last week is still a mystery to us all. Though some thing tells me, if I know Graver, it wasn’t out of the goodness of his heart.

CL: Why did Graver help Tier? Because Graver is fucking awesome and fucking awesome people can recognize other fucking awesome people, like Tier.

CM: Yeah, totally…not.

CL: I swear, if you keep that up I’ll shove Sybil’s entire collection of dildos up your fucking ass and make you wish you were a fat man named Bubba’s bitch.

The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage…

[align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)
[/align]
…The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway.

JH: This important match is also the in-ring return of this man.

CM: Who signed his death warrant the moment he attacked Red Cell.

CL: For once, I was actually pleased to have to smell that horrible stench of his.

CM: You’d think he’d have discovered a thing called bathing by now.

JH: Oh shush up you two, Elrick does not smell.

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 unmaksed 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.

CL: Zeon, if only I could watch that entrance on loop every moment of my life at home…

CM: Some one’s heavily into the kool-aid I see already.

JH: I think that was some other organization that had the kool-aid…

CL: Yeah, Horrorcore instead has the “I’m going to kick Chip’s perfectly straight and white teeth in if he doesn’t shut the hell up” sports drink.

CM: Mmmhmmmm sports dri…hey! I resent that remark!


All of Horrorcore converges on one side of the ring, tension already building between the two parties. Red Cell is glaring across the ring at the majority of Tier and his band of misfits. Onikage and Graver are sharing glares at one another as the Minister of Awesomocity flips him off. In fact, the only person not involved in this red hot tension is Xtreme Kitten. Who seems to be whining to Lucy as to why he just can’t go home and forget about this match, to which Lucy simply glares up at him for.


MA: Introducing the other team…It consists of the returning from his short vacation the Career Killer himself…ELLLLLLLLRRRRRRRICK~!!!


Elrick turns his attention long enough away from the opposing team to acknowledge the fans cheering him.


MA: As well as two men that have so far been undefeated together in tag team competition, the Princes of Pain…NNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIGHTMMMMMARRRRE~! AND! GRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAANT RRRRRRRIIIIICE~!!!


Surprisingly there is a mild amount of chants of “Nightmare” start up among the fans, even a few chanting “Grant”. Which gets a smirk from Nightmare and Grant just shakes his head at the positive reaction.


MA: Also within this group is the reigning holder of the FIW Flycore Championship…EXTREME NNNNNIIIIINNNNNNJA NUMBER TWOOOO~!!!


Ninja lifts up his sign and it reads “Hello [insert town for cheap pop]!” which gets quite a few laughs and a hefty cheer.


MA: Rounding out the team mates is the Minister of Awesomocity and the Hardcore Fuckamanic…GRRRRRRRAAAAAAVER~!!!


Graver turns his attention from Onikage and smiles happily as he extends his arms, walking towards the ropes and seemingly expecting a warm welcome like the others. Instead he gets showered in jeers and chants of “You suck dick” and “Fuck you”. He frowns lightly while his team mates snicker amongst themselves, he even gives the fans the up yours’ sign and screams “Fuck you bitches!”


MA: And finally, last but certainly not the least of this team, he is the entity that wields the Legacy of Pain, he is the FIW Revolutionist, and of course…the God of Violence…HE! IS! TIER~!!!


Unlike Graver’s reception, Tier is showered with cheers greater than any other member of his team has received. Toan shakes his head in disappointment and maybe a bit of disbelief, obviously not agreeing with the mass’ opinion of Tier. The God of Violence simply smiles and takes a bow lightly before returning to a fully vertical base.


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Both sides try to figure out who is starting it out for their respected teams, in the middle of this debate Graver simply steps forward. “Come on, any of you fuckers wanna go?!” he shouts and smugly grins. That is, until Onikage steps forward, quickly Graver runs to the corner and almost dives between the ropes to get out onto the apron. Onikage, in a much calmer manner, returns to his corner as well. But as soon as he does, Graver hops back into the ring, and Onikage follows suit, only for Graver to go out onto the apron again.

CM: Ugh, Horrorcore showing just why they are yellow belly scum.

JH: No, I think that only holds true for Graver actually.

CL: Graver isn’t yellow, he’s just using his head, unlike that masked freak.

CM: Don’t call Kitten a freak!

CL: I was referring to Onikage, you dumb fuck.

JH: Don’t worry Chip, I can understand how you could be confused, there is three masked wrestlers in this.

Clarke yells at both sides to decide now, Onikage grudgingly walks out of the ring and Graver hops back into the ring. Quickly he shoves and yells at his team mates to get out now, even saying, “I’ll handle any Red Cell bitches”. Only for when he turns around to cringe lightly at who is standing across the ring from him, Kiyoshi Nakahata. “And by bitch, I meant that in the nicest fucking way possible Niggahata” he adds, grinning weakly. Perhaps it’s because he knows better or perhaps he is furious over Graver mispronouncing his name again, but Nakahata advances on the smaller man.

JH: I think Graver is going to regret opening his loud mouth and speaking too soon.

CL: Where the fucking hell did you get a lame brain idea like that from, Bitchen?

CM: Yeah, even if I don’t like him, I know Graver never learns from when this sort of stuff happens to him.

CL: Then again, the only person on Team I-Suck-Tier’s-Cock that is smaller than Graver is Momoko. So some thing tells me Graver is going to be flying around the ring a lot via them.

JH: Can’t say he doesn’t deserve it.

CM: Every one of those Horrorcore rejects deserves it.

The FIW Fighting Spirit Champion swings his arms out to lock up with Graver, but the smaller man ducks it, going behind Kiyoshi. Maybe one of the sloppiest of all time that has ever been televised, Graver leaps a few inches off of the ground and hits a dropkick. To be exact, he targets Nakahata’s knee, clipping it and bringing the bigger man down to his knees. Mijutso lifts up his sign which reads “I’ve seen young ones do better dropkicks than that”. Graver gets to his feet and marches over to Red Cell’s side of the ring despite his team mates telling him not to, flipping off Mijutso and yelling at him.

CL: Oh fuck, Graver fucking had the bastard where he wanted him!

JH: It certainly isn’t a good thing that he is allowing Tenako’s messages to distract him.

CM: Course it is, it’s a good thing for Team I-Suck-Tier’s-Co…I mean, Red Cell! It’s a good thing for Red Cell!

CL: Buwhahahahahahahahahahaha

CM: Shut up!

JH: Children, children, settle down.

Momoko jumps into the battle of insults, shouting Japanese at Graver who is so startled by it, he actually back steps and goes wide eyed. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, bitch, I don’t speak your crazy moon man language, so step the fuck off”. He gropes a certain lower region area of his body to most of Red Cell’s dismay. Casually he turns around and nearly gets his head taken off with a lariat from Kiyoshi Nakahata! The Hardcore Fuckamanic twirls through the air before face planting onto the mat, dazed and confused.

CM: Alright! Kiyoshi nailed him with the lariat! First elimination of the night coming up!

JH: I don’t respect nor like Graver, but from experience, I have to say that it’ll take more than a lariat to put that weasel down.

CL: But don’t you know, Bitchen? Red Cell are super uber fuck me in the ass warriors that are so much fucking better than Horrorcore wrestlers.

CM: Good, I’m glad you are finally seeing the lig-

CL: I was being fucking sarcastic, fuck wit.

JH: In either case, Graver looks to be in some serious trouble!

So dazed is Graver that he actually immediately gets to his feet, fists swinging every which way as he charges. Only, he doesn’t charge at Kiyoshi, but at Tony Clarke! Tony runs quickly from the grungy man as Graver in a crazed state throws fists. Both of them run around in circles around Kiyoshi, who just stands and watches in disbelief. After a few moments of this though Graver runs out of breath and crawls towards his corner. He snatches a beer from his bag and pops the top off of it, downing the entire thing as once again Kiyoshi advances on him.

JH: This is starting to get ridiculous…

CM: Graver shows just why all Horrorcore wrestlers are complete and utter idiots.

CL: None of the Horrorcore wrestlers are fucking idiots…well…maybe fucking Grimace…

CM: And Extreme Ninja #2, and Grant Rice, and Elrick, and Graver, an-

CL: Stop trying to be clever, you fucking fail at it.

JH: On the bright side, I think Tony Clarke might’ve lost a few pounds off of those love handles from that jog.

As Graver contently downs his beer, Kiyoshi walks towards him, grabbing him by the back of his long locks. In vain, many of the Horrorcore wrestlers try to reach him to tag out before he is too far away. But Kiyoshi further ensure such a thing doesn’t happen when he whips Graver towards his corner. While Nakahata’s attention is still on the other corner and Graver is coming into the Red Cell corner. Onikage throws out a vicious forearm strike, clubbing Graver on the back of his head. Which in turn sends him stumbling back out of the corner, Kiyoshi grabs him and hits him with the ura-nage before making the cover!

CL: That fucking mask wearing bastard son of a fucking one cent whore bitch!

JH: Kiyoshi’s made the cover with the Ura-nage! This could be it for Graver!


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CM: Long live Red Cell!

CL: Please fucking die, kay, thanks, bye.


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JH: This early on in the match it would give Red Cell a massive advantage to be up in the numbers game.

CM: Course, Kitten and that zombie mask wearing freak aside, Red Cell is a unit, unlike Horrorcore fags.


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MA:
Graver has been eliminated by pin fall!


As soon as the announcement is made Elrick exits his team’s corner, and just as he does Kiyoshi gets to his feet. Elrick unleashes a vicious back hand chop right across the shirt covered chest of Nakahata. Even with the shirt on, the chop echoes and the Judo Master quite visibly feels the sting of it. Though he comes back with two rapid fires back hand chops across Elrick’s chest. His body starts to go down, but the Career Killer fights through the pain and unloads three rapid fires back hand chops across Kiyoshi’s chest.

CM: Come on Kiyoshi! Don’t let this smelly fool get the better of you at your own game!

CL: Wow, so not only for Red Cell idiots, but they enforce stereotypes on wrestlers too, fucking lovely.

JH: Elrick might end up winning a battle of strikes, he is just barely the bigger of the two men and Kiyoshi did just go through a draining fight with Graver.

CM: Draining? Fight? Ha, more like he kicked Graver’s ass all around the ring and the drunkard only got one lucky shot in during it.

CL: I can’t believe I’m going to fucking say this…but…Go Elrick! Chop that fucking Jap until he’s black and blue! Chtulu…I feel so dirty…

JH: This is a rare night, Conse actually rooting for some one the majority of the fans enjoy too.

At first he stumbles back and leans over, but channeling his fighting spirit, Nakahata fights through the pain. His hands are clenching into fists at his sides as he roars out in a fury, getting back up to a vertical base to meet nose to nose with Elrick. Within the blink of an eye Kiyoshi delivers four tommy gun style rapid fire back hand chops to his American foe. It is then that it breaks down, both men just start dishing out as many back hand chops as they can and as fast as they can. Both’s hands start to resemble blurs they are going so fast while trying to fight through the pain, the fabric of Kiyoshi’s shirt starting to give way.

JH: Good lord! Normally I’d be happy to see some good ole pure wrestling, but jeez! These chops are vicious and are echoing through out the entire building!

CL: Fuck him up, Elrick, fuck him up *Clap and clap, clap-clap-clap*

CM: Fuck him up, Kiyoshi, fuck him up *Clap and clap, clap-clap-clap*

JH: It is eerie how alike you two are at times…

CM: Shut the hell up, I’m nothing like him.

CL: Yeah, shut the fuck up, we are totally different.

With both teams cheering them on and no end in sight, Elrick ups it one more time with a double chop, sending Kiyoshi staggering back into his corner. Just as he is about to get back to his feet and return to this striking contest, he’s slapped on the back. The fans jeer heavily and quite a few glares are directed his way from Red Cell as Xtreme Kitten enters the ring. “Its okay kid, you tried, and now let the professionals handle this” Kitten says with a smirk and pats Nakahata on the back. Even Kiyoshi glares lightly at the feline warrior while he advances towards Elrick.

CL: Oh for Ale’s sake, the fucking cat is getting in the ring.

JH: It doesn’t seem like too many are happy over him disrupting this contest between Elrick and Kiyoshi either.

CM: I don’t mind, Kiyoshi’s cool, but Kitten is fucking awesome!

JH: There is a reason why he was the longest holder of a FIW championship and had the most successful defenses of any FIW championship reign, even if I personally find him to be a prick.

CM: One man’s prick is another man’s God, case in point, Tier.

CL: Har, har, har, fuck you too.

Kitten dusts his body and tights off and looks ready to go at it, but Elrick instead walks from the ring. The former UIC isn’t quite sure what to make of it as Elrick exits the ring that is until Elrick goes under the apron and starts fishing under the ring. Suddenly the once confident Xtreme Kitten starts to panic and run around the ring. He at first begs for help from the referee who says he can’t do any thing, then rushes over to his team’s corner to tag out, only to have his entire team drop from the apron. Lucy tries to calm her client and lover down but Kitten climbs up on the turnbuckle on all fours, his back arched like a frightened cat.

CM: Oh come on! This isn’t fair guys! Let Kitten tag out!

JH: Do you think Kitten is starting to have second thoughts about tagging in while Elrick was his legal opponent?

CL: Yeah, I think the fucker is about to learn why Elrick was a former ARMs Division Champion.

CM: You guys are actually enjoying this poor man’s torment?! You’re sick! Sick I say!

CL: Why should I not enjoy it? Maybe he’ll learn not to call those that fight in a different way than him hacks.

JH: Also might help with his ego that doesn’t seemed too phased from losing the championship.

A few moments later a trash can, a steel chair and various other items soar through the air, each one that gets close to XK he swats at with his hand like a cat and hisses. Elrick finally stands back up from fishing under the ring and looks around. When he spots Xtreme Kitten with his back arched on the turnbuckle, only one phrase can describe his expression, “What the fuck?!” Tenako holds up his sign which proudly reads “Red Cell does not endorse the harming of any feline species, even a pussy like him”. Elrick slides into the ring and walks over to the corner, despite XK’s best swatting tactics; the Career Killer grabs him and tosses him right off of the turnbuckle and back first onto the mat!

JH: And Kitten drops to the canvas like a ton of bricks!

CM: No! Run Kitten! Run! Run for your life! That smell English man is going to hurt your beautiful face!

CL: Some body’s going to fucking die in a moment, and I don’t think it’s Smellrick!

CM: Come on guys, so he has a bit of an ego, can’t one of you at least get on the apron so he can tag out? Please?!

JH: It’s a sad state of affairs when your own team mates refuse to come to your aid.

CL: No, it just shows why the fuck you shouldn’t burn bridges like Xtreme Kitten does.

Xtreme Kitten whines and moans in pain as he holds his back, slowly getting up to his feet, all the while whimpering over that trip sort to speak. He doesn’t even suspect when Elrick comes from behind and locks him into a full nelson. Within seconds he chucks Kitten over his head and XK soars through the air. The ElrickPlex’06 drives the masked feline face first into a spool of barbed wire! A cat like screech rings out as the Extremely Ordinary one writhes and wiggles in pain, the barbed wire ripping at his flesh, his tights and even his mask!

CL: Fully fucking sick! The cat is trapped in the barbed wire!

CM: Ref, do some thing! Get some clippers and cut him out of there quick!

JH: The ElrickPlex’06 just helped remodel Xtreme Kitten!

CM: This isn’t what’s supposed to happen to Kitten! He’s a striker, not some drunken garbage wrestler!

CL: Look at it this way, he’s finally paying his du-BLOOD! BLOOD! Yes! Oh fucking yes! That sweet crimson liquid!

JH: Well, if he is lucky, none of these wounds will scar.

The fans are going crazy as Elrick gets to his feet, a grin on his face all the while “El-rick” chants start up. Suddenly, in a shocking move, Onikage actually jumps back up onto the apron and out stretches his hand for XK. Despite their difference, the now bleeding Kitten slowly starts to crawl towards salivation for him. Elrick doesn’t even notice as XK gets closer and closer to his former tag team partner. Just as it looks like Xtreme Kitten will be able to tag out, Onikage drops from the apron with a smirk on his face and XK’s face showing his disbelief and sadness.

CM: That’s just fucking cruel! He got Kitten’s hopes up!

CL: For once, I actually enjoyed some thing Onikage did…I feel really dirty now.

JH: That could’ve been Kitten’s only chance at being saved from enduring any more of this, but it looks like it was too good to be true.

CL: Yeah, but seeing Xtreme Kitten’s face when Onikage dropped from the apron was priceless.

JH: It’s obvious that Red Cell and Onikage have seen Kitten as the weak link and are just waiting for Horrorcore to finish him off.

CM: Kitten’s not going down without a fight! And then, he’ll kick Onikage’s head in for being a jerk!

Sadly for XK, Elrick turns around and notices him near Red Cell’s corner; quickly he pulls the feline foe out from that area. Roughly he rips the barbed wire from Kitten’s flesh, causing even deeper and bigger wounds. Blood is literally squirting out of Xtreme Kitten’s body as he writhes in pain. Slowly Elrick brings the smaller man up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Dazedly Kitten runs back to Elrick’s waiting arms, which pick him up and swing him, nailing the Career Killer right on a trash can before making the cover!

JH: There it is! There it is! The Career Killer!

CL: On the fucking trash can to boot! He squashed that can under Kitten!


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CM: No! No! This can’t be happening! Not Smellrick of all people!

JH: It looks like it is all over for Xtreme Kitten.


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CL: While I loved the mayhem and blood, can’t say I’ll miss the bastard.

CM: This is all just a bad dream! Kick out Kitten! Kick out!


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MA:
Xtreme Kitten has been eliminated by pin fall!


Showing that all took a bit out of him, Elrick a tad slower than normally gets to his feet, the fans cheering him on along with his team mates’ applause. But those cheers soon turn to jeers and the applause turn to warnings. Elrick looks around confusedly and turns around, only to get scooped right up and dropped on his head with the Impact Drop on a steel chair! Matt laughs sinisterly and mockingly and in a lazy fashion covers Elrick’s limp body. Tony Clarke at first just stands there in shock, but starts counting when Impact yells at him to.

CL: What the fuck?!

JH: My thoughts exactly!


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CM: Ah, ha! Matt Impact prevails again by using his mind!

CL: This is fucking high way robbery for fuck sake!


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JH: I can’t believe this! Elrick never saw it coming!

CM: Impact Drop puts ‘em all down, Bitchen! Also, Red Cell finds themselves in the lead once again!


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MA:
Elrick has been eliminated by pin fall!


The fans are so angry they almost look ready to riot as Matt smirks at the Horrorcore side of the ring. Mockingly he calls for Nightmare to get in the ring which gets a cheer, and the Prince of Pain looks ready to go. However he’s stopped by Grant Rice, the two discuss amongst themselves for a few moments. Reluctantly Nightmare nods his head and Grant enters the ring instead of the veteran. Impact looks down at Grant and scoffs lightly, pointing at Rice and looking out at the crowd like “This is it? This is my opponent?”

CM: Ha, ha, Grant doesn’t know what he is getting himself into.

JH: Rice isn’t any push over, he can handle his own.

CL: Yeah, there’s a fucking reason he is a former Tricore and Red Crown of Rage Champion.

CM: Blah, blah, blah, all NGIW Championships which means squat here.

CL: Just saying, Grant could take that roids user down onto his ass quicker than he can shoot another bunch of roids into his ass.

JH: Now that’s a lovely image for the viewers at home.

Apparently Grant takes offense to Matt’s underestimating him, since he takes a step forward and slaps the taste right out of Impact’s mouth! The crowd falls silent as Matt’s eyes widen and he touches his cheek where he was slapped. Slowly he turns his head back straight so he is staring at Grant Rice, his face still showing his shock. His expression gradually contorts into rage as he glares down at Rice. The Red Cell associate returns the favor by slapping Grant repeatedly and connecting with a few chops as well!

JH: That’s what Matt calls the Impact Strike Rush!

CL: I call it fucking lame.

CM: You’re only mad because Impact is owning Grant like the bitch that he is!

CL: No, I’m mad because Red Cell is in the lead again, I’m mad because Graver is gone and it took a cheap tactic to eliminate Elrick.

JH: Grant is going to need to summon quite a bit of his will to fight to come back from that.

Grant stumbles back into the ropes and leans against them while Matt Impact advances on him, looking to further pound on him. However Tony Clarke interferes with this idea by telling Matt to back up and let Grant get out of the ropes. Grudgingly Impact obeys and backs up and Rice slowly backs out of the ropes. Only to picks and toss at Matt’s head the half squashed trash can Elrick used earlier. The World Tag champ is seeing stars and he staggers to and fro, trying to make it to his corner.

CL: Fuck yeah! Teach that prissy muscle head a lesson!

CM: Does Grant realize what he’s done?! Matt Impact’s face is nearly a national treasure! It isn’t some thing you try and damage!

JH: Some thing tells me Grant doesn’t care too much about damaging Matt’s face.

CM: Well he should, we don’t need a scratch or even, god forbid, a scar making it’s home on that face.

CL: You’re so deep in the closest you are fucking finding next year’s Christmas presents, Chip.

JH: I think that was, as the internet kids would say, a burn.

Red Cell is all extending their hands out for Matt to make the tag, but he is still too out of it to make it to his corner. Lucky for Rice though, as he charges from the ropes and almost takes Impact’s head off with a Yakuza Kick, his UZI! The kick sends Matt Impact rocking, but not quite off of his feet yet. So, to help Matt with that, Grant starts knocking him back with stinging right jabs. Each one makes Matt’s legs go more and more spaghetti under his weight, and then Rice connects with the Jaw Jackin’ that sends Matt to the mat and Rice goes for the cover!

CM: Oh no, Matt!

JH: Matt Impact goes down, Matt Impact goes down!


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CL: A win over one of the tag champs could easily put Nightmare and Grant in line for a title shot.

CM: No! This riff raff can’t pin Matt!


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JH: Could this be a foreshadowing of when these two potentially meet up in a tag title match?!

CL: I fucking hope so!


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CM: Oh thank god!

JH: Darn, Grant was heart breaking close to eliminating Matt!

A collective disappointed sigh echoes through the crowd and Grant sits up, sharing an expression that shares in their disappointment. He holds up three fingers but Clarke shakes his head and holds up two, which only deepens the disappointment on Rice’s face. Gingerly he grabs a hold of Matt and brings him to his feet, and whips him into Team Horrorcore’s corner. Rice picks up a steel chair and charges into the corner with it, leaping up and looking to squash Matt between the corner and chair with a body splash. But Impact ducks out of the way and scoops Grant up onto his shoulders when he stumbles out of the corner, and drops him with the Head on Collision!

JH: Head on Collision! Matt Impact is going for the cover!

CL: Fuck no! Kick the fuck out already for fuck sake, Grant!


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CM: Yes! Matt might have to rename himself to the Horrorcore Killer at this rate, ha, ha, ha!

JH: First Elrick and now if Grant can’t kick out, he’ll be number two on Impact’s body count!


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CL: Fuck! Grimace! For once be useful and get your purple ass in there and save Grant!

CM: Shit! It looks like he heard you! Nightmare is in the ring!


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MA:
Grant Rice has been eliminated by pin fall!


By the time he got to the cover, it was too late; Nightmare pounds his fists in frustration against the canvas as Matt laughs. Both get to their feet and Matt looks ready to square off, but Nightmare points behind Impact. The former World champ turns around only to nearly get his head taken off again by Grant Rice’s UZI! He stumbles right into the running arm of Nightmare as he connects with The Second Bullet! As Daisuke shouts at Kiyoshi to save Matt, the two Horrorcore wrestlers lift him up and hit a double crucifix powerbomb on Matt Impact and Nightmare makes the cover!

CL: Fuck yes! Eliminate the baby fucker!

CM: Matt! No!


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JH: Grant Rice may be eliminated, but he might just have the last laugh on Matt Impact!

CL: It’s like fucking Christmas came early this year minus Sybil dressing as Santa!


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CM: LOBO! Daisuke! Toan! Momoko! Mijutso! Kiyoshi! Some body do some thing! Hell, even Onikage! Do some thing!

JH: Unless Matt pulls some thing from way down deep, he’s outta here!


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MA:
Matt Impact has been eliminated by pin fall!


FIW’s fan base in the arena tonight erupts into cheers at the sound of this announcement, and both Nightmare and Grant smile brightly. Grant kneels down and trash talks to the dazed Matt as Tony tries to get the two men to leave. Rice exits the ring while FIW officials help Matt out of it, leaving room for Kiyoshi to enter the ring. Nightmare and Kiyoshi stare down one another from across the ring. The Prince of Pain snatches up RedRum from ringside and runs straight at Nakahata, looking to swing for the fences!

CM: Shit! Don’t tell me Matt and Kiyoshi are going to be eliminated one after another!

JH: I don’t think these fans would shed a tear if Nightmare eliminated both tag champions!

CL: Come on Barney, I’m rooting you on for once so don’t fuck up.

JH: Don’t you think that’s a little self-centered, Conse?

CM: Yeah, it is, but it’s okay, all the Horrorcore guys are self-centered.

CL: Shut it, at least I have a wife and not some dish rag I use to jerk off with like you, Chip.

Nakahata’s attention is drawn away from his immediate threat by Daisuke shouting at him and watches Mijutso throw a steel chair into the ring. Out of reflexes the co-tag champ catches the steel chair, and just in time too as Nightmare starts to swing. Quickly he brings the steel molded into the form of a seat up to block the shot. He puts his weight behind the steel chair and throws RedRum back away and Nightmare as well. Just like an old time Samurai, Kiyoshi takes a few steps forward and swings his chair at Nightmare, but RedRum meets it at the pass and the steel clashes with a clang.

JH: We have dueling steel chairs in the ring!

CM: Kiyoshi’s so winning this, his Samurai skills will pwn any skills Nightmare has with that chair.

CL: I wouldn’t count your fucking chicks before they become of legal age, Chip. There is a reason why some people call RedRum a Legacy of Pain knock off.

CM: Because Nightmare copied the idea from Tier?

CL: No…well…yes…no, no that’s n…actually, it might be…fuck, I don’t remember the point I was trying to make now!

JH: It’s okay, Conse, just keep dropping the F bomb and no one will notice.

This time Nightmare is the one to throw his foe’s chair back, though they clash a moment later once more as both try to sneak in a hit. Kiyoshi and Nightmare circle one another, each one gritting their teeth as they try to edge out the other in this struggle. Finally Nightmare pulls back and Nakahata’s swing goes through, only for the bigger man to duck it. While he is ducking he swings RedRum out to hit Kiyoshi’s legs, but the FSC jumps and avoids it as he swings his chair downward. Narrowly Nightmare avoids the downward thrust and stumbles backwards, both at nearly the exact same time toss their chairs at one another, their chairs colliding and dropping in the middle space between them!

CL: Damn! Those chairs hitting each other were loud as fuck!

JH: That was some very interesting dueling on Kiyoshi’s and Nightmare’s part.

CM: It would’ve been better if when Kiyoshi tossed his chair, it hit Nightmare and caved his skull in.

CL: Yeah, no, that wouldn’t happen in a million fucking years.

CM: Shut up, it could, Kiyoshi could easily do it to Nightmare.

JH: Gentlemen, gentlemen, we still have a match to call.

Nightmare wastes no time and barrels right towards the man that dethroned him of the Fighting Spirit Championship. The fans cheer heavily as he throws out his massive arm and looks for the Second Bullet, only Kiyoshi ducks under it. These cheers soon turn to jeers when Nakahata hooks Nightmare and drives him down with Space Tornado Kiyoshi! FIW’s Prince of Pain clutches at his head and groans in pain, kicking his feet slightly. But things go from bad to worse when Kiyoshi Nakahata locks in the Dojime Sleeper on Nightmare!

CM: Yes! He’s got that submission hold thingie locked in!

JH: It’s called the Dojime Sleeper Hold, Chip.

CL: Yeah, see, people who actually know what they are talking about would fucking know that.

CM: I knew that! I just was…so excited to see it that I forgot its name!

CL: Yeah, okay, ri-no fucking way, you are talking straight out of your ass.

JH: Will Nightmare tap out?!
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Clarke kneels down beside the submission situation and asks Nightmare if he wants to give in, though the veteran says no. The entire Red Cell side of the apron aside from Onikage calls for the referee to check again. Tony tries to tell them that he already asked and he said no, but they don’t seem to want to hear that. So Clarke tries again and Nightmare once again says negative to wanting to give. Kiyoshi wrenches back further on the hold and Nightmare cries out in pain, and despite his best efforts to stay in this, he taps out!

JH: Nightmare tapped out! Nightmare just tapped out!

CM: Yes, buwhahahaha, vengeance for him eliminating Matt has been taken!


MA: Nightmare has been eliminated by submission!


CL: Shit, there is only two left, even if one is fucking Tier, things look pretty shitty.

JH: Red Cell’s side currently has twice the members that Horrorcore’s side has, I’m not sure how well they can survive at this point!

The crowd grows quiet as Kiyoshi releases the submission hold and Tony helps Nightmare out of the ring. Extreme Ninja #2 bends over to enter; only Tier enters the ring before his little ninja buddy can. Kiyoshi gets to his feet and looks a bit surprised when he sees who is standing across the ring from him. But his attention turns from Tier to the fans as at first it is subtle, but it steadily grows. The chant of “Blood, Sweat, Tier!” grows so strong it is nearly overwhelming Nakahata and unnerving him.

CL: Yes! Fuck yes! Tier’s in the ring now bitches!

CM: Watch, in a few seconds Kiyoshi will have Tier crying on the mat.

JH: It actually looks like the mass support for Tier is making Kiyoshi sweat a few bullets.

CM: Naw, he is just sweating for Tier, because he can’t help but to since Tier will be made a fool of.

CL: More like he isn’t sure what to expect from this encounter.

JH: This is perhaps the greatest challenge Nakahata has ever faced one on one.

Shaking off the unnerving affect the fans are having on him, Kiyoshi starts circling the ring and Tier casually follows suit. They gradually grow closer and closer to one another until they lock up in a collar and elbow fashion. Both try and muscle and jock for the advantage position but neither one gains it. The God of Violence manages to shove Nakahata right into one of the neutral corners. As Tony calls for the break and Tier is about to, Kiyoshi pushes his way out of the corner and right across the ring, pressing Tier now against the other neutral corner in the tie up!

CM: Yeah! That’s how you do it Kiyoshi! Don’t let these idiots psyche you out!

CL: For fuck’s sake Tier, don’t let some brat straight out of his shit stained diapers show you up.

JH: It would seem that Nakahata is attempting to ease his mind by showing all of us, including himself, that he can get the upper hand on Tier.

CL: Yeah, but let’s see how long the sheep fucker can make it last.

JH: I don’t think Nakahata fucks sheep…

CM: No, he doesn’t, since unlike the Horrorcore rejects, he can get a woman if he wants to.

Carefully Kiyoshi breaks the tie up and lifts his arms up as he starts to step out of the corner to let Tier out as well. Though Draven has other plans, he wraps his legs around Nakahata’s and flinging him forward. Just barely Tier makes it out of the way while Kiyoshi’s head collides with the second buckle of the corner. A bit confidently Tier jogs from the corner with a smirk as Toan curses at him and Mijutso holds up his sign. “I’m prettier than you are, Bishi!” Tenako’s sign reads as Ninja holds up his own sign, “There is nothing Bishi about you, Tenako-kun!”

JH: If Ninja isn’t careful, he might get Momoko going after him.

CL: Who cares about that, Tier just showed up Kiyoshi!

CM: Bah, he just got lucky.

CL: No, more like he proved why he is the greatest wrestler of all time.

JH: I would argue that comm.-

CM: Bullshit! That title belongs to either Toan or Matt Impact!

Mijutso grabs the apron and looks like he is spazzing out over Ninja’s comment about him not being Bishi though LOBO slaps him upside the head. Calmly Kiyoshi gets back up to a vertical base where Tier is waiting for him with a playful smirk. He takes several steps towards the Deity only to get slapped on his back again. This time it isn’t a feline, but a pink haired demon tagging in. Nakahata exits the ring while his Red Cell associate, Momoko Wakari enters the ring with a grim look on her face. The Immortal Eternal Red gets into rather playful stances and waves at Momoko to come at him.

CL: Ha, he goes from showing up one Red Cell fool to about to show up another Red Cell fool.

JH: I think Tier might be getting a bit too cocky with these actions.

CM: I expect nothing else from a guy that has a God Complex.

JH: I wouldn’t say that.

CM: I would.

CL: Yes, but you are a fucking moron so your opinion doesn’t count.

Wakari sprints towards the personification of Horrorcore and pulls out a steel spike, slashing wildly at her foe. Barely Tier manages to dodge each slash and jab of the deadly spike, a smirk still present on his face. Momoko goes for another sprint at him and Tier is ready to dodge; only he finds two pairs of arms on him. LOBO and Toan pin the God of Violence to the ropes despite his best efforts. Many of the fans cringe and look away while Tier screams out in pain as Momoko drives the steel spike into his chest!

CM: Yes!

JH: Good god! They are going to kill him!

CL: Shit! At that rate they are going to collapse one of his lungs!

CM: Don’t say such things! …You get my hopes up too high!

JH: You are a horrible human being, Chip!

CL: That isn’t exactly news, Bitchen.

“Die! Die! Die! DIE!” Momoko screeches as she tries to drive the steel spike deeper into Tier’s chest, blood over flowing and covering the tip. Tony Clarke can only stand and watch as Wakari tries to pierce Tier’s chest. But, Extreme Ninja #2 doesn’t as he races across the apron and leaps into the air. His flying cross body takes both Toan and LOBO off of the apron with him! Now free of his restraints, Tier kicks Momoko off of him and slumps over, gasping for air.

JH: Ninja and Tier have taken care of that problem!

CL: Are you fucking blind? There is still a steel spike sticking in Tier’s chest! I think they haven’t fucking taken care of shit!

CM: Damn it! That was so close, so god damn close!

CL: It’s going to take more than that to kill Tier.

JH: Sad but true.

CM: Even if it doesn’t kill him, it’s certainly wounded at least one of Horrorcore’s remaining two team members.

Tier’s hands gently wrap around the steel spike, he takes a few deep breathes before he yanks it out. A roar of agony bursts from his throat as blood squirts out of the wound, his hand clutching it as he gets to his feet. Momoko’s face contorts into a hint of fear while she watches Tier get back to his feet after what they did to him. Though, luckily for her, she doesn’t have to deal with him as a hand reaches out and slaps her back. The crowd grows quiet slightly as Onikage enters the ring, having tagged himself in.

CL: Yes! This is even more so like fucking Christmas came early! Tier can finally put an end to that masked freak!

CM: I can’t believe it, I think I’m going to be sick but…I’m rooting for Tier…

JH: This should be a interesting first encounter for these two men.

CM: Hopefully the last encounter between these two as well.

JH: Style wise the two are relatively equal, but experience in a FIW ring could be the difference maker.

CL: Not to mention, ya know, Tier is a God and Onikage is just some loner bastard in a freaky mask.

Onikage runs at Tier, only for the God of Violence to side step him and send him into the ropes, which he bounces off of and runs right back. For a second time he tries to attack Tier, and for the second time the Deity side steps him and sends him into the ropes. When he reaches the ropes suddenly a steel chair smacks right across his back from the outside area. The Savior of Sorrow stumbles right into Tier’s welcoming arms which drive him head first with the Wegenleid! Graver stands up and smirks as he watches Tier go for the cover and Clarke start the count!

CM: Hey! Graver was still out there!

JH: I guess we all got so caught up in the action, no one noticed he was still there!


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CL: Thank fuck! Graver just might’ve helped even out these numbers!

CM: Shit, that’s right, this’ll make it three on two! Onikage, kick out!


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JH: Just like that, this match seems like Horrorcore could still pull it off.

CL: Don’t get too excited, those Red Cell bastards still have LOBO and Mijutso, and Daisuke out there.


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MA:
Onikage has been eliminated by pin fall!


As soon as the call is made Toan and Momoko storm the ring, pounding and stomping away on Tier before he can even get to his feet. Clarke tries to tell them that there can only be one person from each team in at a time, but they ignore him. Reluctantly Kiyoshi enters the ring too by Daisuke’s shouting orders at his brother of sorts. The three remaining Red Cell members talk things over while they have Tier at their feet. Kiyoshi and Momoko manage to scoop Tier up in a double vertical suplex.

JH: What the hell are these three doing?!

CL: I don’t fucking know, but some body do some thing!

CM: Toan’s going to the turnbuckle…

Gingerly Toan climbs up the turnbuckle and Momoko & Nakahata turn side ways as Zeus launches off of the turnbuckle like a maniac. He hits a flying cross body on the upside down Tier as Momoko and Kiyoshi let go of him. The sheer force of Toan sends both Tier and him over the top rope. They crash Tier’s back first right onto the steel steps as Daisuke and LOBO applaud, though Mijutso tries to warn them. But neither Kiyoshi nor Momoko notice Ninja sneaking up on them, Kiyoshi doesn’t even after EN #2 rolls up Wakari!

CL: School boy roll up from Ninja!

CM: I think Tier’s no longer going to be a threat, ha, ha!


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JH: I think Ninja might just get the elimination!

CL: Red Cell’s numbers just keep shrinking and shrinking.


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CM: Come on Momoko! Kick out!

JH: It’s too late!


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MA:
Momoko Wakari has been eliminated by pin fall!


Once he hears this announcement Kiyoshi turns around to see Ninja letting go of Wakari for the school boy pin fall. Ninja kips up to his feet and the two men charge at one another, EN #2 avoiding Kiyoshi’s lariat and Kiyoshi avoiding his roundhouse kick. When Kiyoshi gets behind Extreme Ninja #2 he attempts to roll the Ninja up for a school boy much like Ninja had done to Momoko. But the second of the Extreme Ninjas despite swaying a bit, stays on his feet. That is, he does until Momoko fires a fireball right into his masked face!

CM: Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Woot!

JH: Momoko shouldn’t be getting involved, she has been eliminated!


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CL: Sadly, it’s fucking legal.

CM: Oh right, when Grant helped Nightmare eliminate Matt it was great, when Momoko does it though, it is a crime against humanity.


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JH: I’m not even sure if Nakahata saw what happened.

CL: Come on Ninja! Kick out!


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MA:
Extreme Ninja #2 has been eliminated by pin fall!


Kiyoshi Nakahata sits up and lifts his arms in victory though his expression soon turns to confusion when he notices Ninja. Who is still patting his mask down and writhing in pain from the flames. His eyes trail up to find Momoko standing near them and he puts two and two together. Nakahata, with an annoyed look, gets to his feet and starts questioning Momoko. Wakari at first is surprised but then starts arguing with him, until she shoves him out of the way and charges at Ninja, connecting with a lariat that sends both of them over the top rope!

JH: Momoko just sent Ninja and herself over the top and now they appear to be brawling around the ringside area!

CL: Also now it’s just Tier verse Toan and fucking Kiyoshi!

CM: Red Cell is taking this one home, how can Tier win? He’s been pretty much killed.

CL: True, but he’s been killed before and still come back from it, so pretty much being killed shouldn’t be a problem for him.

JH: Plus, after that triple team move, Toan isn’t exactly in the best shape either.

CM: Bah, Toan is fine enough to deal with trash like Tier.

LOBO slowly helps Toan up to his feet as Kiyoshi exits the ring, the remains of Red Cell trying to form some sort of strategy. Mijutso mean while chases after Ninja and Momoko who have now gone out into the crowd with their striking. Toan waves his arm and commands Nakahata to get Tier to his feet, which the fellow Red Cell member quickly does. He restrains Tier’s arms and keeps him up straight on his feet as LOBO helps Toan create some distance between them. After he does, he let’s go of Toan, who sloppily sprints towards Tier and Kiyoshi.

CL: What fucking bullshit! Now Kiyoshi and Toan are working together!

JH: To be fair, Kiyoshi doesn’t seem to be enjoying this too much.

CM: Why I don’t get, that guy is a bit weird. Who cares if you two are working together as long as you win?

CL: Since he seems to have some thing the rest of Red Cell lacks, Honor.

CM: Honor Smhonor.

JH: I do have to question that too, considering some of the company he keeps.

The front row fans shower Toan in trash as he throws up his arm, looking for the Jesus Bomber perhaps. Just as it looks like he is about to connect with it, Tier slips out of Kiyoshi’s clutches! Nakahata is knocked silly when the Jesus Bomber connects with him instead! Toan looks on in horror until Tier kicks him right in the family jewels, sending him down to the ground. Quickly he rolls up the dazed Kiyoshi into a small package cradle as Tony starts to count!

CM: No! This can’t be happening!

JH: Tier has Kiyoshi rolled up!


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CL: Yes! That bone head Toan fucked himself over!

CM: Get up Kiyoshi, get up! Channel that fighting spirit and get up!


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JH: Tier very well could do the underdog story of this year if he wins this match!

CL: Fuck, I know he is now!


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MA:
Kiyoshi Nakahata has been eliminated by pin fall!


Toan pounds his fist against the ringside floor in fury as he starts crawling over to Tier and Nakahata. FIW officials scoop Kiyoshi up from under the God of Violence and help him to the back as they make sure Daisuke comes with them as well. The Hardcore Jesus gets up his knees and starts wildly pounding on Tier who tries to shield himself. LOBO pulls Toan off of Tier and helps him up into the ring as he whispers some thing to his leader. Once Toan is in the ring, Malvado scoops Tier’s carcass up and throws it into the ring along with the Hardcore Jesus.

JH: It would seem that LOBO told Toan to finish Tier off inside the ring.

CL: Smart plan, considering that the ringside area is more home to Tier than it is to Toan.

CM: Not really, but your entitled to your opinion, even if it’s incredibly flawed and wrong.

CL: See, that’s the funny thing, it isn’t flawed or wrong at all.

CM: Yes it is!

JH: Toan is starting to get back up to his feet!

That he is, and he roughly stomps Tier’s mid-section several times as his aggression starts to take over. He even goes as far as to plant his boot’s side against Tier’s throat and start to choke him. Clarke tells Toan to stop but the Hardcore Jesus simply pushes Tony away, knowing that he can’t be disqualified for any of this. “Die you piece of shit, fucking die!” Toan yells at Tier before he releases the choke to stomp on Tier’s head. Quickly he snatches up the spool of barbed wire Xtreme Kitten was attached to and starts wrapping it around his hand.

CL: Fuck you too Toan, fuck you too buddy.

JH: This is disgusting! Tier is defenseless!

CM: If he didn’t want this, he shouldn’t have eliminated Kiyoshi.

JH: What, and just lay down for Red Cell?!

CM: Yeah, that would’ve been the smart thing to do, but we all know Tier isn’t smart.

CL: I wouldn’t lay down for a guy that is envious and jealous of me, and wishes he could be me but never can either.

Chants of “Fuck you Toan” start up to which they simply get the middle finger gesture from the Hardcore Jesus before he drops to a knee. He kneels over Tier’s bloody chest and starts hammering the God of Violence’s forehead. The barbed wire attached to these punches ripping the flesh off of Tier’s forehead. His very own blood staining the hand of Toan as the deranged expression worsens on Toan’s facial features. “Beg Tier! Beg you mother fucker! Beg for your miserable fucking life!” he shouts insanely as he continues to punch Tier’s head.

CM: Ha, yeah, that’s great, beg Tier, beg like the bitch that you are.

JH: This is disgusting!

CL: Even the blood seems some what tainted by this fucker being the one who causes it…damn it…

CM: Aww, what’s the matter guys? Some one shit in your cereal? Hahahaha.

CL: Shut the fuck up before I punch your face in….

JH: How can Toan do this to another human being is beyond me, he claims to be so much better than Tier, and yet, so far, he’s only shown he can be nearly as bad as Tier was at his worst.

Malvado applauds at ringside and the fans in the front rows greet this with middle fingers and up yours’ gestures for him. Carefully Toan wipes some snot from his nose with his bloody and barbed wire covered hand as he glares down at Tier. He grabs a hold of Tier and brings him up to his feet with him, wrapping an arm around Tier’s neck. Toan unfolds a steel chair and puts it near them. Roughly he throws the two of them back and spikes the God of Violence head right onto the steel seat with the Amen DDT as he laughs happily!

JH: Damn it! Some one end this already!

CM: It’s not over until Toan says it is over.

CL: I’m half tempted to leave this announce booth and go down there and-

CM: Get your ass handed to you by Toan too? Eh, I wouldn’t mind that.

JH: Conse, settle down, you going down there wouldn’t help any thing right now.

CL: This is such fucking bullshit! Tier can’t even move and looks ready to pass out, yet we have to fucking watch Toan play doctor with him!

Red Cell’s leader sits up and pats himself on the back to quite a few jeers, which only make his deranged smile widen and make him laugh harder. He crawls over to Horrorcore’s corner and grabs some thing, he lifts it up to reveal it is the Legacy of Pain. Quickly he gets to his feet and unfolds it, setting it back to back with the other steel chair. “Razorblade Kiss” he shouts out and scoops Tier up and then lifts him up into the air, positions him to land neck first on the tip of both’s back part. However, behind him, unnoticed to him, some thing starts to rip its way through the canvas!

CM: What the hell is that?!

JH: He looks familiar, is tha-

CL: It’s Xanthius! Xanthius is in FIW!

To a massive cheer from the crowd, the towering former NGIW wrestler lurks behind Toan with a barbed wire wrapped steel chair in hand. His steps are quick as he moves forward and cracks the chair right over the Hardcore Jesus’ head! Roughly Tier drops to the canvas lifeless while Toan stumbles and staggers. Xanthius whips Toan around and cracks the barbed wire wrapped steel chair over the front of his head! Red Cell’s great leader crumbles to the mat as Xanthius picks up and puts Tier on top of him!

JH: What in the world is Xanthius doing in a FIW ring?!

CL: Who the fuck cares?! He just busted Toan wide open! Blood! Woo! Blood!


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CM: B-b-but Toan said that all the top stars would never come to Tier’s aid, Toan said that they were all broken down, Toan sa-

JH: Obviously Toan was wrong!


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CL: Toan is bleeding like a fucking pig and couldn’t happen to a nicer fucker!

CM: T-t-this can’t be happening! Toan had it in the bag! He had it in the bag god damn it!


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MA:
Your winner by pin fall…TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR~!!!


”This is Halloween” blasts over the sound system as the fans go even more nuts than they were a moment ago for Xanthius’ arrival. Slowly and weakly Tier rolls himself over and sits against Toan, looking up at Xanthius as he breathes heavily. With a bit of struggle he gets to his feet, the two men staring each other down. Tony Clarke and the fans look between the two nervously before Tier flashes a blood stained teeth grin. A similar smirk like grin spreads across Xanthius’ face and he extends a hand, and the God of Violence accepts the hand shake to a tremendous cheer!

CL: Xanthius is in FIW! I repeat, Xanthius is in fucking FIW!

CM: But Toan had it! Victory was within his grasp!

JH: Some thing tells me that this war between Horrorcore and Red Cell just got a helluva lot more interesting! For Conse and Chip, I’m Hitchen, we’ll see ya next week!

CL: You wouldn’t fucking DARE miss it!

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