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Violence Fetish '06; 11-26-2006
Topic Started: Nov 27 2006, 08:00 AM (504 Views)
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[align=center]Something I just might regret
Something you will not forget
Maybe I should throw away
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Sometimes I don't know myself
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JH: The first contest of this evening is probably going to be one of the most… unusual encounters that I honestly can say we’ve ever had in FIW.

CL: You’re not kidding… who ever thought that the idea of seeing Momoko Wakari, a brawler, going against Extreme Ninja #2, a luchadore, in a Vertical Limits Match would be a good match to see?

CM: Yeah! What the hell is a Vertical Limits Match anyway?

JH: I was just getting to that… the match has a set time limit in which both wrestlers have to drop their opponent on their head.. not their face, the head to score a point. At the end of the contest whoever has the most points will be declared the winner.

CM: Oh, I thought it was going to be a Scaffold Match or something like that… should be good, I guess.

CL: Forgive me for being honest but do you really expect that either of these two know anything other than mutilating someone else or flipping about like a Mexican jumping bean?

JH: No, but I think we’re about to find out… let’s go to the ring…

Michael Anderson takes centre stage in the ring as the capacity crowd in the Hammerstein Ballroom give a few round of applause for the heavily anticipated show finally getting underway…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Hammerstein Ballroom for FIW presents: Violence Fetish!

Yep, more popping from the Noo Yark natives…

MA: Your opening contest is a Vertical Limits Match scheduled for fifteen minutes and is for the FIW Flycore Championship… both wrestlers must score more points than their opponent by using wrestling moves that drive the opponent on their head for them to count… your referee for this contest is J.J.

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

CM: “ # …’cause all of my heroes are Dead In Hollywo-o-o-od! # ”

CL: As much as I like that song, I hope that Ninja fucks her skull up for what she’s done to slander Horrorcore.

JH: Good Lord…

CL: Agh! Don’t say THAT!!

Momoko appears from behind the curtain with her Stop Sign in one hand and a sickle and staple gun attached to each other by a chain on each of the handles along with the Red Cell mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado, at her side…

Momoko raises the Stop Sign in the air for the admiration of the fans and yelling what we can assume is an insult in her native language to the fans in attendance and saunters down the ramp way towards the ring…

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

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

CL: OK, prepare for the longest ring entrance since Chris Hero went back to using “Holding Out For A Hero”…

JH: Excuse me?

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.

CL: *snorts* Oh, right… we’re done.

CM: And people say that Mijutso’s introductions are unnecessarily long… at least they’re not as long as Ninja’s entrance.

JH: Oh, look… speak of the Devil…

Yes, indeed… Mijutso Tenako hops over the guardrail after having ran threw the crowd with his hand-painted signs, nearly knocking a fan’s own sign out of their hands… though Mijutso being so self-consciously polite picks it up for them and apologises before sliding into the ring to snatch the microphone off Michael Anderson…

Mijutso: Kohnichuwa, FIW fans!

Oddly enough, a few of the fans actually cheer Mijutso for his jovial greetings to them… Michael Anderson rolls his eyes as Mijutso starts his custom introductions for the Red Cell representatives.

Mijutso: Introducing first… representing Red Cell and being accompanied to the ring by the most learned-ed man in wrestling since the days of The Grand Wizard inventing “Superstar” Billy Graham’s pythons, LOBO MALLL-VAHHH-DOOHH!!!

LOBO expresses an odd glance to Mijutso’s declaration as the crowd showers LOBO in nothing but jeers

Mijutso: And also at ringside… the High Flyer from Hokkaido himself, he is the Fighting Ultimate Crazy King… MEE-JUT-SAHHH “More Extreme than the height of Paris Hilton’s mini-skirts” TEHH-NAHH-KOHHH!!!

A few titters come from the crowd along with a few rounds of applause by the smart-mark crowd from around the East Coast area…

Mijutso: In the red corner… she weighs in at 57 kilos and hails from Saitama City, Saitama, Japan… she is the woman who put the “G” in NGIW… MOH-MOH-KOH WAH-KARRRRRI-EEEEEEE!!

Momoko does move at all… she just stays standing stock still staring at Extreme Ninja #2 in the opposite corner as the crowd respond by jeering her just as much if not more than they did LOBO just moments ago.

Immediately after that Mijutso hands Michael Anderson the microphone back before showing EN#2 one of his signs reading;

[align=center]“PIRATES > NINJAS!!~”[/align]

Ninja cocks his head to one side before picking up his white board an begins writing on it as Michael Anderson does his half of the introductions…

MA: And in the blue corner… he hails from Detroit, Michigan and weighs in at two-hundred pounds… please welcome the EXTREEME NINJA NUMBAH TWOOOOO!!!

The crowd show their appreciation for the babyface as you can expect as Michael Anderson exits just as Ninja finishes writing on his board.

He motions for Mijutso to come closer which the gooseberry Jap does before Ninja turns his sign to face Mijutso…

JH: What the-

Ninja hasn’t actually been writing, he’s just been busy drawing what appears to be an Anime version of himself mooning…

Mijutso upon immediately seeing the picture back bumps on the back of his head before swiftly crawling out of the ring, a look of disgust coming over his face as the crowd eats up the Anime-esque proceedings with barrels of chuckles and event the popular faecal chant this building is known for…


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


Mijutso runs back up the ring ramp though stops at the announcing booth, opens the steel mesh gate and takes a seat at the spare chair on the desk next to Conse of all people…

CL: Oh, for Buddha’s sake… why did he have to come here?

Mijutso puts on a spare headset…

Mijutso: Hello! How you gangsters doing?

JH: Uh, we’re fine.

CM: Oh, yeah. We’re doing great here.

CL:

Whilst all this is going on J.J inside the ring asks both of them if they’re ready and signals for the bell…


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


The match starts with Momoko getting the jump on the Extreme Ninja of FIW as he places his whiteboard in his corner, pounding on his back and kidneys with forearm strikes… Momoko positions Ninja in the centre of the ring ropes before Irish Whipping him across the ring.

As Ninja comes back Momoko swings back her arm possibly for a clothesline but Ninja ducks underneath it to spring onto the middle rope behind Momoko and springs off with a dive of sorts towards Momoko.

Momoko turns around and ducks just in time to avoid a possible collision… but Ninja, with cat-like agility, manages to roll out of it and back onto his feet.

Momoko senses danger and turns around straight into a standing dropkick by EN#2, sending her down to the mat back first before rolling out to the floor below…

Momoko shakes the cobwebs as Ninja gets a head of steam off the ropes… but stops just as he meets the ropes as Momoko skits out of the way to avoid being taken out early on in the match.

CL: Agh… goddamn flipping nonsense…

Mijutso: Hey! I like flipping! Look, I flip the bird!

Mijutso flips Conse the bird to his surprise as Chip and Hitchen struggle to keep their laughter in check

JH: Back to the match… Momoko avoids being knocked out early on in the match from Ninja’s lucha-libre dives.

Momoko clutches the back of her head which impacted the canvas moment ago as she walks around to give herself a breather at ringside, keeping her eye on Extreme Ninja as the deviously evil LOBO Malvado consults her…

Soon enough Momoko slides back into the ring, Ninja honourably allowing her back in before circling around the psychopathic joshi…

Momoko decides that a Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock would be the best way and thus offers her hand up to the Extreme Ninja of FIW… Ninja promptly accepts the offer and links the right hand of Momoko Wakari but immediately gets kicked in the midsection and taken into a loose wristlock by the Pink-Haired Demon that Wighty is so fond of calling…

However, it soon becomes evident that she’s not really in her forte as Ninja immediately reverses with a single leg takedown, jumping up for a knee drop… but misses as Momoko rolls out the way!

Momoko gets back up and goes for a Double Foot Stomp but Ninja rolls out of her feet which impact the canvas… she goes for it again to get the same result… Ninja then takes her down to the ring canvas with a leg scissors before rolling her back up to her feet and whipping her across the ring…

Ninja scores with an Arm Drag into an Armbar!

JH: Beautiful Arm Drag by Ninja!

CL: And I have to sit threw the drudgery of enduring this lucha crap shit… and have… THAT beside me?

Mijutso: Oh, I remember! I have a sign for you, Conse.

Mijutso holds up a sign reading “VAGINAS!~” that as soon as Conse lays eyes on it star to dilate and go cross-eyed like an Anime character.

CL: Eh… eh-heh… uh… I miss Sybil…

CM: I think you just broke him.

Mijutso: I never touched him! I swear!

All the whole this goes on, Momoko is in pain from the Armbar wrenching her elbow joint… so she decides to take action and arduously makes her way back onto her feet as Ninja continues to apply pressure on her arm.

In a flash Momoko sweeps her arm around Ninja’s neck, looking to strike with a DDT but Ninja drops down to the canvas to avoid the ultimate finisher of the 80s, sprawling out of it and into a back hammerlock on the ground.

Despite being in an otherwise unusual situation for most wrestlers of her style, the training with Toan comes into play as Momoko gets up to her knees and rolls out of the hold to skip back onto her feet but Extreme Ninja is relentless and keeps his grip on her wrist, twisting back into a wristlock before immediately switching back into the back hammerlock on Momoko Wakari.

Momoko reaches up and grabs the back of the head of the Extreme Ninja of FIW before hoisting herself up in the air, still in the hammerlock and takes Ninja over her head, breaking his grip on the hammerlock with a Flying Snapmare!!

JH: Oh, my! That was unexpected.

CL: Agh! Not only is she a traitor to Horrorcore she’s not just become my number one worst enemy for doing this lucha nonsense as well!

Despite this being a “drop your opponent on their heads lots of times” match J.J. doesn’t count the Flying Snapmare as Ninja landed shoulder first instead of head-first.

Ninja is back up to his feet though ‘cause you know those lucha guys don’t sell snapmares at all. Momoko gets up and takes notice of his verticality before swinging with the ROARING URAKEN

But EN#2 barely ducks out of the way! He response upon Momoko return from the three hundred-sixty degree Back Fist to strike with an elbow smash!

Momoko responds in kind with a forearm smash of her own! Ninja with the receipt! Momoko with cash back! Ninja with a coupon voucher! Momoko with a… thumb to the eye.

Despite the admonishments from J.J. about the use of such dishonourable tactics Momoko takes advantage of this opening, Momoko clamps in a side headlock before raining in with closed fists to the temple region of her masked opponent…

CM: Ha-ha! She’s just peppering away at Ninja’s skull with those punches!

Mijutso: Uh, those wouldn’t count as being points in this match, would it?

CM: Uh, no… unless she was on the canvas was punching the top of Ninja’s head into the canvas like a basket ball over and over.

JH: I don’t think that would actually count…

CL: If it did, Momoko would be put fifty to nothing by now…

The Extreme Ninja of FIW slumps onto all fours from the repeated punching at the hands of his pink-haired tormenter who then stomps him right in the back of the neck!

The capacity crowd jeers Momoko’s underhanded tactics like how so many Old-School wrestling fans wished that crowds would do these days as she picks Ninja back to his feet and levels him with a headbutt right in the face!!

Ninja clutches at his nose as he stumbles backwards into a corner turnbuckle… Momoko climbs up onto the middle-rope and chokes away at the helpless Ninja with her boot as she starts to rummage in her right boot…

J.J. reprimands her for her tactics though it doesn’t take long for her to remove a silver fork from her boot and stabs it right in the left ear of the Extreme Ninja of FIW!!

JH: She’s got a fork!!

Mijutso: Hey! That’s where my fork went to!

Ninja clutches at his ear desperately as Momoko climbs down from the corner turnbuckle, applies a headlock and stabs the ear once again with the metal fork…

J.J. takes notice and attempts to pull Momoko off Ninja but the blood-thirsty little Japanese girl won’t let go until she pushes J.J. off her, screaming in Japanese at the pint-sized referee.

Not being one to back down, J.J. verbally warns her to cease stabbing Ninja or he’ll be forced to stop the match in his favour.

Reluctantly, Momoko throws the fork down at his feet…

JH: I don’t believe this… Momoko actually listened to a referee?

CL: And it was J.J. of all people…

Momoko turns back to Extreme Ninja and hits a forearm smash to the face before throwing him threw the ropes to the outside as J.J. picks up the fork she used on Ninja’s ear moments earlier and pockets it in case she decides she wants to use it once again.

Momoko storms over to her corner and picks up her customised Stop Sign though immediately J.J. sets upon her, ordering that she puts her dreaded road sign with her name on it back where she got it from…

Momoko backs up, leading J.J. away from the side where Ninja was sent out earlier as on the outside LOBO Malvado kicks the downed Ninja in the face with his boot!

Immediately after Ninja sits up out of sheer instinct from getting kicked in the mouth does LOBO pick Ninja up and plant him on the outside with a DDT!!

JH: What a sneaky Jap!

CM: Eh, it doesn’t quite have the same ring to it…

LOBO turns Ninja over so he is facing up towards the ring lights and backs off from Ninja as the crowd get on his case for his actions as Momoko places her Stop Sign back in her corner before positioning herself over Ninja on the outside before slingshotting herself over the top-rope and to the outside STRAIGHT INTO A DOUBLE-FOOT STOMP ON THE STERNUM OF EXTREME NINJA #2!!!

Mijutso: Holy Shit of Great Shit!!

JH: DOUBLE STOMP RIGHT ON THE STERNUM OF EXTREME NINJA!!!

Ninja writhes about in pain on the outside as Momoko skips off his carcass to verbally agitate the fans a little more… Momoko picks Ninja back up and throws him back into the ring, herself following soon after.

MA: Five minutes are gone… ten minutes remaining in the match.

The Pink-Haired Demon drags Ninja back to a vertical base and takes him back down with a lopsided Russian Leg Sweep that bounces Extreme Ninja’s skull off the ring canvas!

Momoko sits up, asking J.J. to give her a point… but he states that the crown of Ninja’s head must be driven into the canvas, not the back of his head…

Momoko sighs in a frustrated manner as she gets back to her feet, dragging Ninja back up with her and repeatedly slaps him across the face, backing him up into a nearby corner turnbuckle.

Momoko, by some feat of strength that requires that fabled “suspension of disbelief” we all hear about, lifts Ninja up onto a seated position on the top-rope and slaps him on the chest as all good people do to stun their opponents…

The Woman Of Mass Destruction climbs up to the middle rope to be met by a desperation forearm by Extreme Ninja!

Momoko responds in kind with a closed fist of her own! Ninja fires up and delivers an even bigger forearm that rocks Momoko enough to require her to hold onto the top-rope with one hand! Ninja fires another… but Momoko still holds on!

Ninja fires another forearm that knocks Momoko off the middle-rope, impacting on the canvas though immediately she stumbles back up… AND GETS MET WITH A SWINGING DDT BY EXTREME NINJA THAT SPIKES HER HEAD OFF THE CANVAS!!!


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


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the Extreme Ninja #2 has been awarded one point for use of a Swinging DDT. That’s one point to the Extreme Ninja #2.

The crowd give a decent round of cheers and applause for the Extreme Ninja of FIW getting a lead in the match as LOBO looks surprised just as surprised as everyone else from the sudden change in the tide…

Momoko clutches at the back of her neck, banging her feet on the ring canvas as she gets back up to her feet and lays the boot in to EN#2’s midsection!

The Hardcore Princess pulls Ninja back up and snapmares him by the hair (or mask in this case) before kicking him repeatedly in the spine, throwing him down back to the mat and dropping a knee right on the throat of the Extreme Ninja!

However, Momoko refuses to let up and chokes Ninja with her leg, forcing J.J. to start the DQ count…


[align=center]One! Two! Three! Four![/align]


Momoko stands up only to scrape her boot disrespectfully across the face of EN#2 as she passes a discerning sneer at J.J.

The Pink-Haired Psychopath turns to LOBO who is leaning on the ring apron on the outside before shouting something in Japanese at him…

LOBO, having spent some time with Toan and Momoko… and probably planned something backstage, nods softly and dives into the audience and snatches the chair of a fan dumb enough to be standing on his feet to give him a hard time before climbing up on the apron right in front of J.J. who promptly prevents him from getting in the ring with the illegal weapon.

He argues his case with the official as Momoko picks up her Stop Sign and ascends to the top-rope… she dives off and drives the heavy metal road sign straight into the face of the fallen Ninja who clutches at his skull and twitches about on the canvas from the impact as Momoko pushes the Stop Sign out of the ring, to more boos from the Hammerstein Ballroom crowd.

CM: KAMIKAZE CRASH!!!

Mijutso: That will not make Ninja more bishi, that’s for sure.

JH: I can no way approve of Momoko’s actions…

CL: Well, I can… but only if Momoko has broken his nose.

Sadly, Conse’s wet dream hasn’t come true as the Extreme Ninja #2 still has his nose intact… LOBO finally “gives up” and hops down off the apron, tossing the mouthy fan his chair back and telling him that he should have been a blowjob before stalking around the ringside area.

Momoko gets back to her feet and kicks at the head of Extreme Ninja who begins to get back up from the punishment dealt out to him by the sadistic gothic lolita… Momoko gets a head of steam towards the corner turnbuckle, scaling up quickly and hops off with a Twisting Body Attack towards her opponent… but Ninja catches her in mid air!

Momoko seemingly panics as she hangs upside down in a position mostly seen for the Piledriver… yet another dreaded 80s finishing hold we’ve seen in this match… attempting to lean upwards which she does soon manage to do to rake the eyes of the Extreme Ninja #2 before SPIKING HIS HEAD DOWN ON THE RING CANVAS WITH A SICK HURRACANRANA!!!

JH: GOOD LORD!!! SPIKE HURRACANRANA RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!!!

CL: DAMN!!! WHO KNEW BOTCHING A LUCHA MOVE COULD BE SO SICK!!!!


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


MA: Momoko Wakari has been awarded one point for the Spike Hurracanrana. That’s one point to Momoko.

Momoko looks up from the canvas with a demented smile as Ninja clutches at his neck from the Spike Hurracanrana as the scores are tied one a piece.

Momoko climbs back up to her feet, shaking the cobwebs as Ninja stirs and rolls over onto his stomach, still clutching onto his neck which wasn’t a wise move as Momoko immediately mounts his back and cinches in a Camel Clutch… yet ANOTHER dreaded 80s finishing hold done in this match, ladies and gentlemen!

Anyway, Momoko pulls back to apply pressure to the upper-back and the neck of the Extreme Ninja as J.J. persists in telling her that submissions don’t count… though she doesn’t seem to be paying that much attention to him as she smirks almost pleasurably as Ninja’s screams of pain become more audible as she pulls on the nose part of his mask to get further admonishment from the official.

JH: All right, enough is enough… Momoko should have been disqualified already as it is.

Mijutso: I think she’s on her… thing.

CM: Period?

CL: Menstruation Period?

Mijutso: No, game plan.

CL: Right, sure… but she seems like she’s been on that for a while.

CM: Yeah, she’s really letting her emotions get the better of her though…

CL: Well, can you really trust something that bleeds for five days and doesn’t die?

CM: …and we on the same page here?

Momoko feeling that she’s wasted enough time trying to break Ninja’s neck, pushing his face into the canvas and stands back up… she slowly creeps over to her corner with all her toys, one eye being kept on J.J. as LOBO on the outside takes a fork out of his jean pocket and casually throws it into the ring at J.J.’s feet.

Predictable, J.J. looks down and goes up pick it up around the same time that LOBO reaches in to snatch it back… immediately J.J. starts to admonish the Red Cell mastermind for attempting to interfere and cause unnecessary damage to Ninja.

Speaking of which, whilst J.J. is distracted, Momoko takes the opportunity to grab the staple gun attached to the chain-sickle that she brought to the ring and fires a staple RIGHT IN THE LEFT EAR THAT SHE WORKED ON EARLIER!!!

Ninja instinctively scrambles away from Momoko as she stalks him like a wolf and picks up the sickle on the opposite side of the chain before beginning to gouge it into the plastic mask of the Extreme Ninja of FIW as LOBO continues to be a distraction at ringside!!

Ninja’s screams of agony as the top of his mask is torn open from the nine-inch blade reveal a small smattering of brown hair as Momoko attempts to dig into his skin though feels she’s done about as much as she can… discarding her chain-sickle and staple gun as LOBO ceases his verbal assault on J.J. to turn it onto the fans at the ringside area.

MA: Ten minutes have elapsed in this match… five minutes remaining in the time limit.

A small tickle of blood seeps into the mask of the Extreme Ninja from the open cut in his mask from where the sickle ripped him open as Momoko lifts Ninja back up to his feet in the corner turnbuckle and pounds on his chest with a series of roundhouse kicks before using the middle-rope to spring up and strike in the open wound with a heavy roundhouse kick.

Momoko turns to the fan to perform the international slit-throat motion for “dangerous finish” and Irish Whips the Extreme Ninja to the opposite turnbuckle…

Momoko comes running straight at the Extreme Ninja… to be met by a boot to the face!!

JH: A BOOT FROM NINJA!!! HE’S STILL ALIVE!!!

The fans come alight as Momoko stumble backwards, clutching at her jaw before turning around straight into a Jun Akiyama-esque Running Knee Strike… well, OK not so much Jun Akiyama as…

Anyway… Momoko is knocked down from the move but immediately gets back up to take a HEAVY forearm smash from the Extreme Ninja of FIW and gets sent back down again as he psyches himself up and gets a head of steam off the ropes as Momoko gets back up to be met with a Flying Lariat in the centre of the ring!!

Ninja stands back up and… pumping his arms up and down? Who cares… the crowd are rallying behind the Extreme Ninja #2 as he seems to be shaking from the adrenaline running threw his veins!!

Perhaps in the heat of the moment or for a brief moment of joviality to quell the hatred in this momentous occasion he being shaking the bejesus out of the top-rope to a pop by a lot of the old-school wrestling fans in attendance!

CL: Oh, fucking hell… what is this moron thinking?

Mijutso: He’s not going to transform into a Super Saiyan, is he? ‘cause that could be nasty.

CL; No, but I believe that now the family that Ninja lives for breathes only the air that smells of combat.

CM: …you hit who in the what now?

Mijutso: Oh, I see… I understand.

Extreme Ninja #2 continues his Ultimate Warrior comeback as we ponder whether Mijutso and the Warrior came from the same planet and Momoko starts to get up on jelly legs with her back to… the Ultimate Ninja, perhaps?

She turns straight around into a Press… of the Cross Body variation from a springboard off the ropes though pin-falls don’t count in this match so we won’t have to worry about any near falls in this one.

MA: Four minutes remaining in this match. Repeat, four minutes.

Ninja scrambles back up to his feet… probably starting to feel the curse of the Ultimate comeback as it is a so fucking tiring to do as well as enduring about ten minutes of pain and punishment from a pink-haired Japanese Gothic sociopath.

Ninja swiftly crawls over to Momoko and drags her back up, applying a front facelock… he scrambles her over to the ropes and springs off them for the same move he tried earlier but gets swatted off by Momoko and goes flying like a pancake to bump front first on the canvas as Momoko twirls around and slumps against the ring-ropes…

Stars, birds and miniature anime versions of Extreme Ninja swirl around her head before she is able to recover her senses and stumble over towards the already beaten down carcass of Extreme Ninja #2.

Momoko pulls Ninja up by his torn mask and clamps in a front face lock in an attempt to spike him with the vicious DDT… though Ninja refuses to go down, resisting it with all that is left of his might as Momoko frantically attempts to drive his skull into the canvas.

She releases her hold to deliver repeated forearm smashes on the small of the back of the Extreme Ninja #2 before attempting it again to no avail as Ninja still won’t go down!!

MA: Three minutes remaining in this match… I repeat, three minutes!

JH: We’re getting close to the expiration of time… and what heart both these combatants have shown in this match!

Momoko yells angrily at Ninja for not moving and just begins kneeing him in his head whilst still in the front face lock…

The Extreme Ninja #2 soon enough blocks one of the knees coming into his face and hoists Momoko up onto one shoulder with all of what might he can muster from such a barbaric match it has been… before slamming Momoko down in a Waterwheel Slam similar to Holly’s Alabama Slam but on one shoulder.

Momoko clutches at the back of her head as Ninja stumbles onto one knee… the crowd start chanting to show their appreciation for the efforts put on by both champion and challenger…


[align=center]LET’S GO NINJA! LET’S GO MOMOKO! LET’S GO NINJA! LET’S GO MOMOKO![/align]


Ninja forces himself up onto both feet, the pain almost visible threw his mask as he weakly drags Momoko Wakari back up by her dyed pink locks, partially stained red from drops of blood from Ninja’s head as he throws her into a nearby corner turnbuckle…

JH: The Hammerstein Ballroom has come alive for both champion and challenger!

CM: This is awesome! SOMEONE CHANT THAT, NOW!!

JH: I’m actually surprised that the fans are showing some level of support for Momoko, despite her actions to them let alone to her opponent… oh, Christ…

At that exact moment does everyone’s least favourite Fan Boy… Smarty Smark, comes out from behind the curtain just as Ninja begins to work his way towards Momoko leaning out on her feet in the corner.

Boos shower the former manager of the Extreme Ninja as he struts down the aisle, being bombarded by ringside fans flipping him birds left, right and centre before stopping just at the end of the ramp as LOBO notice’s Smarty Smark’s presence with a perplexed glance on his face.

MA: Two minutes remain in this match… I say again, two minutes!

Extreme Ninja notice’s the presence of the Dave Willis look-a-like though Smarty Smark is stopped by a hand grabbing his shoulder… immediately turning around, assuming it to be a rowdy fan Smarty Smark, and readied a sloppy right hand but comes face-to-face with a large Asian man in white wrestling gear and a hooded coat…

JH: KIYOSHI NAKAHATA!!!!

CL: What the bloody hell??

Smarty gets that “dear caught in a headlights” look on his face as he looks as Kiyoshi suddenly throws the fat Fan Boy down on his back with an Ipponzei takedown!!

The crowd erupt in cheers for an act of violence on the most dislikeable manager in FIW to date before the Judo King of FIW picks Smarty Smark back up and clamps in a Sleeper Hold and drags the flailing body of Smarty Smark back up the rampway to the backstage area as LOBO just oddly glances at the occurrences that happened before his eyes.

CM: Well, so much for Smarty Smark.

Mijutso: Indeed.

Extreme Ninja, finally able to get back into the match, pulls himself up to his feet… only to get a rough toe kick in the gut by Momoko Wakari who slings him back into the turnbuckle she was in.

She sloppily punches him in he face before hoisting him into a seated position on the top-rope, swinging both legs over the ropes and pulls herself up to the middle-rope…

MA: One minute remaining in the match… one minute!

Momoko steadies herself and applies a front facelock on the Extreme Ninja #2, slinging his arm over her head and grabbing the tights to lift him so he is standing on the top-rope…

She attempts to throw him off… but to no avail!

MA: Fifty seconds remaining! Fifty seconds!!

She climbs onto the top-rope, making sure she won’t fall off as she steadies herself to hit the superplex again… but Ninja holds on!!

Ninja punches Momoko in the midsection… and carefully switches positions with the Pink-Haired Demon on the top-rope as the crowd are on the edge of their seat, even starting up a chant as Michael Anderson makes another announcement…


[align=center]PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE![/align]


MA: Forty seconds remaining in the match! Forty seconds!!!

Ninja attempts a superplex of his own… but Momoko clings on for dear life and switches positions back to where they were before!!

MA: Thirty-seconds!!

Momoko attempts another superplex… no good… she punches Ninja repeatedly in his midsection… she tries again… no dice!!

MA: Twenty-five seconds!!

Ninja comes on the offence, attempting to punch Momoko right in the face but Momoko blocks it…

MA: Twenty seconds!!!

Momoko releases the front facelock and bites at the opened wound of Extreme Ninja #2! She goes to lift him up into the air in the traditional suplex manner, but Ninja wiggles his feet about in mid-air.

MA: Fifthteen seconds!!!

Quickly Wakari drops Ninja and he wraps his own arm around her, scooping her up. Momoko repeats the process that EN #2 just did, kicking her feet which brings her back down!

MA: Ten seconds!!!

J.J. looks on with pure nervousness on his face, nearly biting his nails off like all of the fans. Neither Momoko or Ninja is seemingly gaining a advantage at this point. Both try to lift the other up at the same time but with no results.

JH: These two are cutting it close!

MA: Five seconds!!!!!!

CL: Drop her on her fucking skull already, Ninja!

In a last ditch effort to get him, Wakari swings out her leg in a sweeping fashion. But instead of tripping, Ninja leaps up and presses his feet against her stomach. With a modified monkey flip he sends Momoko soaring right over his head!

CM: 3! 2! 1!

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

CL: Fuck's sake!

Both wrestlers tumble along the mat while the fans go hushed and J.J. races over to Anderson.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen this match is a DRAW and as such...still your FIW Flycore Champion...EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!

"The Champ is Here" blares over the sound system and J.J. holds over the leather and silver to it's holder. The second generation Extreme Ninja carefully puts the title belt around his waist. Slowly he gets up to his feet and J.J. raises his arm to a mixed reaction, some happy to see the belt still on him, others upset over the draw. Momoko rolls out of the ring and into the waiting arms of Mijutso, who tries to comfort his love.

JH: While she may have a bad attitude and won't be walking away with the title, Momoko still put up one hell of a fight tonight.

CM: I can't believe it! That little punk retained on a technicality of all things!

CL: Ha, Ninja still the better one as he's still the one with the championship.

Wakari glares up into the ring at the champion and Extreme Ninja #2 stares back at her. He scoops up his sign and after a bit of writing lifts it up for her to see. "Better luck next time, Wakari-san" which gets a scoff out of Momoko as Tenako helps her to the back...

Cut away to the back entrance of the Hammerstein Ballroom, where Janine Morrigan is hanging around, waiting for any wrestlers who are hoping to make an entrance to the arena in grand style, ie. Late. Of course, it's just as possible, she's bunking off for a quick fag out back, and hoping no-one'll catch her. As it happens, someone does catch her, a man not too many people would have expected to show up at the arena tonight; the never sensible Daisuke "The Crow" Tanaka. There is one notable thing in Daisuke's appearance, after all, he's usually seen in an immaculately tailored, black suit and even on a winter night, he's rarely seen without his sunglasses. This one notable thing is a large black sports bag, similar to the one his abandoned brother Kiyoshi Nakahata is known to keep his wrestling gear in. Janine swears, although we can't hear that, as the camera man is too busy setting up his big fluffy microphone.

Janine: Please don't tell me you want an interview...

Daisuke: Actually, Miss Morrigan, I do not. I have other plans for the evening.

Janine perks up a little bit.

Janine: Ahh, so you won't mind answering a few questions then. Firstly; are you here to go kiss and make up with the Doughboy?

Daisuke finds this thought rather amusing, and laughs. In response, Janine winces. One of the sources of the name 'Crow' is Daisuke's hideous laugh, which sounds reminiscent of the bird, cawing.

Daisuke: Very droll, Miss. Morrigan. No, I am not here to make up with Nakahata-dono. There is some other business I must take care of before I do that. Would you like another guess?

Janine: [Rolls eyes] No, but do tell...

Daisuke: Well, as you may know, I am a contracted performer for Full Intensity Wrestling.

Janine: You mean they didn't kick your crippled ass to the street once you ditched Frosty The Snowman?

Daisuke: 'They' did not, no. In that regard, 'they' are reasonable people. Unfortunately, as a manager without a client, I am not much use to 'them,' which means that I need some other way to fulfill my contract.

Janine: I don't think I like the sound of this...

Daisuke laughs again. Janine takes one last enormous drag from her cigarette, and starts coughing slightly when she realises she's trying to smoke the filter.

Daisuke: I suspect you are not the only one, Miss Morrigan, who will not like the sound of that. It has come to my attention that a number of people have been talking about how far they have to fight against 16 other wrestlers, for a chance to fight for this Dual Clown. This number is somewhat erroneous. They will be fighting 17 other wrestlers for a chance to fight for the Dual Clown.

Janine: Ahh, new client?

Daisuke: In a manner of speaking, yes. However, in another, more accurate manner of speaking, it shall be I who makes the number of opponents each person faces to 17. In all honesty, the Dual Clown does not interest me. It has changed hands too often since I arrived, and strikes me as being nothing more than a pretty bauble to be plucked at any time. As it is, I look upon this as a chance to shake off what you Americans call Ring Rust, nothing more. Now if you will excuse me, Miss Morrigan, I have to get ready, good evening.

With that, Daisuke throws a smokebomb. When the smoke clears, he has already vanished into the building.
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JH: While the last match wasn’t completely my cup of tea, this next one is even worse.

CL: How the fuck can you say that?

CM: Because there are two idiots in it.

JH: I wouldn’t call either that, but they certainly aren’t the most likeable of men.

CL: Why the fuck would you want to like them, what are you, queer, Bitchen? Don’t worry if you are, it’s okay in this day and age, and we’ll understand if you like to take it up the brown hole.

CM: We will?

JH: Conse, I’m not homo-

CL: Like fuck we will, I was just saying that so he’d finally come out of the fucking closest.

CM: Ha, he really should, he’s so far back in it, he’s finding Christmas presents Madison had prepared to give to Moore.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the next following contest on Violence Fetish is scheduled for one fall to a finish with a thirty minute time limit. And it shall be fought under falls count any where street fight rules! Your official for this contest is Fuzz!


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


MA: Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!!


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.

CL: The only thing that makes this match worth it’s weight in salt.

JH: I think the saying actually is gol-

CL: Fuck you, Gitchen! I said Buddha damn sa-fucking-lt, you fucking hear me?! Salt!

JH: Well, it’s ju-

CL: No! Fuck you, your mom, your mom’s momma, and every mother in your family before that you fucking pussy!

CM: Ha, Bitchen got pwned.

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

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


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

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

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

The shadow within me…
Gonna lead the revival…

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


MA: And introducing his opponent, he hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds, and stands erect at six feet and two inches…He! Is! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


CM: Boo! Hiss! Some other noise to show my dislike of him!

JH: Neither man is well received by this crowd.

CL: I can’t fucking blame these fans for once for jeering some body, well, except Graver, that they are fucking mentally retarded for doing. But jeering Onikage is some thing every blue blooded wrestling fan should do, since he’s fucking gay. Not even in the good kind of gay either, more in the, wearing women’s clothing and neon hot pants gay.

JH: …Any ways…Fuzz is calling for the bell and it would seem we are under way!


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


As soon as the bell rings Onikage advances towards his former team mate, only to be stopped dead in his tracks when Graver pulls out a weapon. To be precise, it is a wooden base ball bat that the Hardcore Fuckamaniac is swinging around with a smirk. “Yeah, come get some of this fucker” he taunts and waves at the masked man to come near him. Onikage doesn’t advance any further, rather unloads a round house kick that sends the baseball bat flying out of Graver’s hands. FIW’s Reject’s eyes widen and he yelps out “Shit!” before he dives from the ring, with Onikage right after him.

JH: Already Graver is running like he is a gambler that owns some shady people some money.

CM: No one ever said Graver was the bravest…or the smartest….or the most skilled…or the prettiest…o-

CL: Shut the fuck up, it’s all apart of his strategy, he is luring Onikage into a false sense of security. Before you know it, bam, Graver will strike swiftly like a snake and put the masked queer down for the three count.

CM: I don’t think Graver’s mind is capable of counting past two.

JH: I think you are being generous, Chip.

CL: Fuck you, Bitchen and fuck you pretty boy.

When he drops to the ringside floor he stops just long enough to snatch his bag of goodies from its resting place and starts sprinting. The Savior of Sorrow isn’t too far behind him and grows closer to his opponent with every lap around the ringside area. Once again Graver tries to avoid Onikage by diving, this time over the guard rail. New York City’s rapid fans are more than happy to greet Graver by pouring beer on him and smacking him.

CL: At this fucking rate there won’t be any thing left of Graver for Onikage to mess with! Those fuckers keep hitting him by accident and pouring crap on him!

JH: I think a few of the fans just might be under the influence.

CM: Might be? Some of those guys are stumbling around drunk they are so wasted.

JH: Hopefully at least a few of them don’t black out before the show is over.

CL: That’d be great, Graver wins the Condemned Fetish Match to a crowd of completely black out’ed drunks.

CM: Hey, it’d bring back old memories of the Sin Arena for you, wouldn’t it, Conse?

It only takes a few accidental smacks before Graver’s had enough and is whacking fans and shoving fans like he is in the middle of a mosh pit. Sadly, it is due to this that makes it so easy for Onikage to find him when he jumps over the railing also. “You wanna fucking go, I’ll bring down the fucking thunder and god damn lightning on your ass!” Graver yells at one of the fans and kicks him in the balls before noticing his opponent nearing him, and he starts pushing his way through the fans, trying to get away.

CM: There’s a lawsuit I’m sure is going to be filed Monday morning on us.

JH: Where is Graver even going? Doesn’t he know that running away isn’t going to do any thing but delay this?

CL: Like I told you, luring him in with a false sense of security, only then will he make his move.

JH: Right, right…

CL: I will smite tee if that was sarcasm!

CM: Calm down Thor, the match might be getting good.

Onikage simply shoves fans to the way side as he heads towards his smaller foe who is trying to escape his grasp. The two head out of the bottom level and up a set of stairs towards the exit door of the ballroom. When the masked man makes it up to them the Minister of Awesomocity is nowhere in plain sight yet hadn’t gone out the door. He turns to go up the stairs only for a whack to ring out when Graver cracks a trash can lid over Onikage’s skull!

JH: Trying to find Graver in this crowd is like trying to find a needle in a mound of needles.

CM: Is that some sort of homosexual joke?

CL: No, I think he was just giving the fans a compliment I’d never fucking give them.

JH: It wasn’t so much a compliment as a lot of them look like Graver…

CL: Right, they are all just a bunch of fucking smarks that don’t even get a quarter of the action Graver gets.

CM: Wow, so the action they get is in the negatives?

FIW’s personal drunkard laughs and smacks the masked man over the head with his trash can lid once again, sending him stumbling through the exit. Without fail the Hardcore Fuckamaniac, as well as several dozens worth of fans, chase after the oddity into the lobby. He tries to see if a third times’ the charm when he swings for the fences, but comes up short. Graver’s entire body shakes from the backlash of the trash can lid hitting the solid wall when Onikage ducks under the way of it.

CL: Last time these two fought in a falls count anywhere setting, it went out to the concession fucking area.

CM: They don’t seem to be heading the way this time, guess they aren’t hungry or thirsty.

JH: Oh I think Graver’s thirsty, thirsty for blood!

CM: …Yeeeeeah…

CL: Wow did that lime fucking suck.

JH: That’s the best I can do without actually speaking my mind on how horrible this is, and how this isn’t real wrestling.

“Look what you fucking did!” Graver screeches when he looks at his now partly bent trash can lid, he tosses it aside and fishes into his bag. While he is fishing through it he slides it a little bit from his shoulder and Onikage kneels near by, trying to recover. In a burst of adrenaline, the Savior of Sorrow rushes forward and while Graver is in the middle of finding a new toy, spears him. “Shit!” is all Graver can say before the two tumble down a flight of stairs, their bodies tumbling and rolling in a heap, only stopping when Graver hits the wall back first.

CM: Bah, neither of them broke any bones, that wasn’t any thing special.

CL: Okay, how about I throw you down that flight of stairs and see how you fare?

JH: That might be a good idea, since I’m sure Chip could back up his words of that being nothing special.

CM: Erm…I’ll pass.

JH: If I didn’t know any better, I would believe you had a little bit of yellow on your stomach, Chip.

CL: Shut up, Bitchen, mocking and tormenting you two is my fucking job.

Due to the Minister of Awesomocity taking most of the fall, the masked oddity is the first to show signs of life, carefully rolling off of the smaller man. He crawls over towards the wall and reaches for it as Graver coughs and groans, starting to stir as well. Amazingly it is the Reject that is the first to get to his feet while Onikage gets to his with his back facing Graver. A sneer creeps over the Detroit native’s face while he pulls out a beer bottle from his back, “Hey Onigay!” he yells, causing Onikage to turn around and get a beer bottle smashed over his head, sending him down the rest of the flight of stairs!

JH: Good lord! That glass just shattered all over Onikage and sent him down the rest of the stairs!

CL: Luckily the bastard didn’t grab a hold of Graver and the Minister of Awesomocity is still safe in the middle area between the two flights.

CM: Too bad it doesn’t look like the fall broke Onikage’s neck.

CL: Christmas would’ve come early this year if that was the case.

CM: Hell yeah, only thing better would be if both broke their necks.

JH: I’m not sure which one of you is worse!

A jolly cackle bursts out of Graver and he beams brightly while he hops on the hand rail and slides down on it, dropping onto his feet right in front of Onikage’s fallen form. Nearly immediately the Savior of Sorrow starts getting up to his knees and hands, groaning and growling in agony. “How was your fucking fall, zombie face?” Graver asks confidently and unloads a soccer kick to Onikage’s rib cage. The bigger man coughs and gasps and tries to crawl away from his foe, who just delivers another soccer kick to the ribs.

CL: Ha, he is beating Onikage like he was a fucking dog.

JH: Hey, those two are awfully close to the exit of the arena!

CM: That’d be great, for people in public to actually have to see we are forced to be associated with guys like these two.

JH: For once, I couldn’t agree more with you, Chip.

CL: Shit, you two have turds for brains, it’d be a honor to be associated with Graver.

CM: I would’ve agreed with you before he went all Horrorcore on us.

Perhaps growing a bit bored with simply kicking his former alley, the Hardcore Fuckamaniac pulls out another toy from his bag of wonders. This time it comes in the form of a leather belt, which he whips over Onikage’s bare back. The masked oddity howls in pain but continues to try and crawl away from Graver. An action that of course only results in Graver unleashing several rapid fire lashes on the straight edge artist’s bare back.

CM: Man, you can hear those shots all the way up here!

CL: That might be because we have audio from the camera that is filming this in our headsets, numb nuts…

JH: None the less, that is a vicious belt whipping Graver is giving Onikage!

CL: I don’t see the big deal, all he is doing is taking some skin off of the freak’s bac-YES! BLOOD! HALLUJUAH! BLOOD! CRIMSON LIQUID! THE GOOD SHIT! BLOOD!

CM: Belt to use as a weapon, ten dollars, medical attention needed from being whipped by belt, hundred dollars, my co-worker acting like a mental retard upon seeing blood, priceless.

JH: Some thing’s money can’t buy and for every thing else, there’s Master Card.

Despite logic probably stating for him to stay down, the Savior of Sorrow keeps trying to escape Graver’s range, now heading for the door. Though with one crack of the belt he is stopped in an instant and Graver brings a knee down on his back. While in this quasi-kneeling position the Minister of Awesomocity grabs a hold of Onikage’s face. “You want to get to that fucking door so bad, Onigay? Here, let me help you” he says before he struggles to get Onikage up and then throws him head first into the door, opening it.

JH: And now Onikage is on the streets of New York City!

CL: With Graver not too fucking far behind him.

CM: That’s a scary thought, Onikage with Graver behind him.

JH: …And you were saying I was a homosexual in denial earlier…

CL: Hey, Chip’s not a fag, he’s just…different

CM: Hey! I resent that!

Quickly the Reject bolts through the door after his foe, which is found staggering down the side walk on this cold New York City night. “Don’t run we’re just fucking starting!” Graver shouts after the masked oddity as he closes in on him. When he does Graver connects with a nasty hit across the shoulder blades, sending Onikage falling into some trash cans. The Hardcore Fuckamaniac wraps the leather belt around his hand while the fans start to gather around them and rears back, but punches nothing but wall when Onikage side steps it!

JH: Ouch! Graver just punched the side of the building!

CL: These time he didn’t even have a trash can lid to fucking take most of the impact!

CM: If we are lucky they’ll fight out into time square and get arrested by some cops.

CL: That wouldn’t be lucky, that would fucking suck.

CM: Eh, different strokes for different folks.

JH: This may not be the prettiest match ever, but it certainly is one hell of a fight.

“Sweet fucking a mother with big ass titties on a fucking fence while her fucking old man sleeps!” Graver yelps out and shakes his fist. As the Minister of Awesomocity writhes in pain, the Savior of Sorrow grabs him by the neck and hooks his leg in front of Graver’s. Recklessly Onikage throws the both of them back and their skulls and spines slam into the brick wall and trash cans with a Russian leg sweep! In a dazed state Graver scrambles up to his feet and starts swinging his belt wildly around “Don’t fuck with Graver-Yoshi you fucking turtles! I’ll eat you fuckers up!”

CL: They’re called Koopas actually.

JH: This is embarrassing and if Graver isn’t careful, he’s going to smack some one in the face with that belt’s buckle.

CM: Which would result in the second lawsuit of the night caused by that idiot.

JH: While I wasn’t her biggest fan, Madison was always up to her head in lawsuits filed against the company due to Graver.

CL: That’s because people are fucking idiots and can’t grasp Graver’s fucking awesomocity.

CM: More like Graver fails to understand laws.

At first when Onikage gets to his feet he quickly ducks to avoid the swinging belt, and just as he is about to stand up straight again he must duck to avoid it. Like in a spin cycle, the Hardcore Fuckamaniac just keeps going around and around and a third time the masked oddity ducks it. Though at the last second Graver goes in reverse, ending up with Onikage standing up only to get hit in the back of his head! The still slightly out of it Reject yanks a handful of Onikage’s long hair and starts dragging him down the side walk.

CM: Bet Graver thinks he’s quite the wise guy, huh? Nyc, nyc, nyc.

CL: The fact you referenced a show that shares a famous sign that is bizarrely similar to what we just saw won you points in my book, Chip.

JH: What is a blood nyc?

CL: It’s the sound from a legendary part of a comedy trio.

CM: Why you, Bitchen, I should smack you.

JH: If you do I’ll get Lazaro out here, don’t think he’ll be afraid to eject you.

Sharply the two go around the side walk’s corner with the fans and camera man right behind them in this journey. “Fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” Graver says as his eyes widen and a grin spreads across his face, his eyes focusing on a sign. This neon sign features some rather scantly clad women and the words “The XXX Boom Boom Room”. “Come on Onigay, time to straighten you out and get me a cold one” he snarls and irish whips Onikage through the door, a few screams being heard from inside.

JH: The X-X-X Boom Boom Room?! What kind of place is Graver taking us into?!

CL: It certainly isn’t some fucking straight edge place, that’s for sure.

CM: Yes! I get to see some chicks before Kailey comes out, sweet!

CL: FIW has been quite the sausage fest lately.

JH: You two are disgusting! Folks, if you have little kids, I suggest you have them look awa-

CM: Shut up Bitchen, bring on the boobies!

Unlike Onikage’s ungraceful entrance, the Hardcore Fuckamaniac kicks the door open dramatically and enters the joint. Instantly the camera is engulfed by the thumping sounds of the bass on some song and flashing colored lights. “Aw fuck yeah!” Graver says gleefully and advances deeper into the strip club beside the sXe artist’s fallen form. While Graver takes his time to get an eye full of the woman on stage, Onikage starts to get to his feet.

CL: Aw, what the fuck?! This bitch doesn’t even have her clothes off yet!

CM: Dance for me baby, dance for me!

JH: Ugh, I’m sitting next to two sexist pigs.

CM: One of them is cheating too, since Conse has a wedding ring.

CL: This is as about as much fucking cheating as Sybil using her dildos is.

JH: I don’t think we need to discuss your wife’s obsessions on national television, Conse.

Before Graver can get too comfortable Onikage elbows him in the gut and pulls him towards him by his shirt, sending him gut first into the side of the stage. Quite a few of the customers get out of their seats when Onikage flips Graver fully onto the stage. The half naked girl goes further up the stage when the Savior of Sorrow gets up on stage as well. He leans over and mockingly slaps Graver across the face, anger apparent on his face behind the mask.

CM: Damn it Onikage! I want boobies!

JH: I can’t believe I’m saying this but, I might actually have to thank Onikage some time in the near future.

CL: This is a fucking crime! Not only is he trying to punk out Graver but he made us miss the chance for some boobage!

JH: I don’t see the big de-

CM: Course you wouldn’t, you’re queer.

CL: Though by the looks of it, those tits are so fucking fake.

Graver growls and kicks upward, the kick hitting the masked freak right where the family jewels reside, and bringing the bigger man to his knees. As he gets to his feet he kicks Onikage in the head once for good measure, and then wraps his arm around his neck. With a bit of struggling the Hardcore Fuckamaniac gets the Savior of Sorrow up onto his feet long enough with drop him face first into the stage with sickening DDT! “Don’t ever try and fucking ruin my fun again, bitch” he hisses at his foe and gets to his feet.

JH: Good god! Graver might’ve just crippled Onikage!

CM: But like the fool that he is, he isn’t going for the cover.

CL: Hey, if you took care of a chump like Onikage and had time to kill, would you cover the man right away?

CM: No, probably not.

CL: Exactly.

JH: This isn’t very smart of a strategy on Graver’s part, at least, if he wants to win.

Disturbingly the Minister of Awesomocity starts having spasm like movements that one might consider dance moves as he advances on the stripper. “Come on babe, show those fucking money makers” he says as he does a dance move made famous by a man that lied, cheated and if the occasion permitted it, stole too. Once he starts pulling out some cash from his pocket the stripper gets into it, returning to her act. A few of the men grumble amongst themselves at Graver getting so close to her, but none step in as she starts to further strip down.

CL: Cthulu bless America and Graver.

CM: This is the greatest moment in FIW history, we are going to see boobies live!

JH: This is deplorable! This is a wrestling event, not a strip tease!

CL: Relax for once in your fucking pitiful life and enjoy the fucking show!

JH: But-but-but this just isn’t what FIW is about!

CM: It is now, baby!

During the time the Reject spends dancing with the stripper, the other and masked Reject starts to stir and slowly gets up. In apparent agony he growls and shouts “Graver!” to get the other man’s attention. Graver frowns deeply when he notices the other man and stomps his foot “Man, why can’t you fucking stay down already?!” He rushes at the Savior of Sorrow only for Onikage to bend over, sending the Hardcore Fuckamaniac flying through the air and landing back first on the stage with a vicious smack!

CM: Ow-ow-ow-ouch!

JH: Backdrop on the stage! Backdrop on the stage!

CL: Damn it! If only he had waited a few more seconds to open his trap, we would’ve seen fucking nipples!

JH: Thank goodness that Onikage is turning this back into a legitimate match!

CM: I would smite him for doing so…if he wasn’t so far away right now. *Cough*

CL: I despise that freak to my very core…

For the second time in this contest Graver starts to get to his feet in a daze and while he does Onikage backs up away from him. When he is standing up fully Onikage sprints towards him and in mid-run leaps into the air. While in mid-jump the masked oddity grabs a hold of the golden stripper pole on stage and swings around it. After a few swings on it he gets low enough that he clocks Graver upside the head with an assisted dropkick!

JH: Perhaps I spoke too soon when I said Onikage was making this a legitimate match again…

CL: That fucker seems to know how to use that pole pretty well.

CM: Almost makes ya wonder…doesn’t it?

CL: Gargh! The image of Onikage all oiled up and stripping is in my head now! It won’t leave either because it’s burnt into my memory, curse you!

CM: Ha! I win! No one can top that!

JH: Oh I can…Brighty as a male stripper…

Onikage glares at the near by stripper when he drops to his feet and Graver staggers off to the side, she looks slightly afraid for her safety. He takes a step towards her and she flinches ever so slightly, getting ready to be struck. To further add some suspense he leans in close to her and takes a deep breathe right in her face. “YOU’RE A WHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRE!” he shouts at her that causes her to yelp and run off stage.

CL: Damn! I never knew the bastard had a set of lungs on him like that, he can really fucking hold a note!

JH: As tasteful as ever Onikage is.

CM: Damn it! Big tittied stripper, come back! Come back!

CL: She’s long gone, probably went to cry her eyes out and cut herself, fucking emo shits now a days.

JH: I’m just glad she stopped her act.

CM: I think I might just cry my eyes out for not getting to see boobies.

The lack of a stripper of any kind brings tons of jeers from the slightly buzzed crowd in the strip club, though Onikage simply ignores them and advances on Graver. FIW’s Reject runs towards the other man and throws out his arm, attempting to hit a lariat. However, Onikage ducks the attempt and knees Graver, hooking both of his arms and pushes them towards the edge of the stage. Amazingly the Savior of Sorrow lifts Graver up into the air and spikes him head first off of the stage onto the club’s floor and stays seated for the cover!

CM: Crap! Onikage just hit the Flavor of the Month off of the stage and onto the floo-

JH: DAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRROOOOOOOUUUUSSSSSSSS~!!!


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CL: Fucking kick out Graver! Think of all the fucking beers you’ve never drank, the drugs you’ve never tried and the women you’ve never fucked casually! Most of all, don’t let that fucking freak win!

CM: This is such a lose/lose situation for me.


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JH: I can’t even imagine Graver having to live the Straight Edge life style!

CL: Bite your fucking tongue, Bitchen!


[align=center]3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
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CM & CL: Shit!

JH: Graver just lost three of the things he loved most!


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


Back in the strip club Fuzz raises Onikage’s arm in victory while a few fellow Straight Edge’ers in the group that followed them there cheer. Though most of them jeer the living heck out of Onikage and the guys there for the strippers do as well. Onikage snatches some thing from the bar and takes the cap off of it. As he kneels down it becomes obvious that he is holding a marker, carefully he draws an X on Graver’s forehead. The masked artist tosses the marker aside and heads towards the exit as we cut away to ringside…
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MA: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall, to a 60 Minute Time Limit, for the Undisputed International Championship!!!

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

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

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

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

The harrowing laughter of Feel Good Inc.’s intro cackles through the house pa as pastel shaded spotlights dance through the arena. As the bass line rolls through, the lights come to a stand still at the steel doors guarding the entrance to the arena, merging together to form a white light. Vinj blasts out through the closed gate and continues his stride down across the concrete entrance, down the steps and towards the ring. The lights continue to apex and follow Vinj’s movements as he shakes his grove thang in peculiar fashion, sort of like a mix between Vince McMahon’s rooster walk and Eddie Guerrero’s (bless his soul) wobbly-standing-epileptic-fit swagger. Once in the ring Vinj perches himself on the turnbuckle like a gargoyle waiting for sunset…

MA: Introducing first, in the corner to my left; the challenger, from Shoal Bay, Australia; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Fifty Five Pounds, accompanied by Lucy; XXXTTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME KIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Kitten doesn’t really react to the Bronx cheer he gets, he just carries on warming up as if nothing’s happening

MA: And his opponent, from the Hutt River Province of Australia; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixteen Pounds; he is Your Undisputed International Champion, This is VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNJJJJJJJJ!!!!!

[align=center]Ding Ding Ding!!!

And so Vinj’s maiden defence of the Undisputed International Championship begins. It begins with Vinj handing the belt to Referee Michaela Menendez and eating a healthy nutritious breakfast of Kao Dode. XK lands in a mount position and counts along with the first pinfall attempt of the match:

[align=center]One!

Two!!

The ref won’t count while XK’s using forearm strikes!!!
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Which, all things considered, is fair enough, because Vinj is getting slightly hammered by this exchange.

JH, CM & CL: I can’t watch… Eh?

JH, CM & CL: Wait a sec… Are we all agreeing? Why?

CL: Well this endless stream of forearms is getting boring.

CM: XK winning? Never!

JH: I just can’t stand such senseless brutality…

Bored of the beating already, XK drags Vinj up by the hair to send him off the ropes and catch him with a Kitchen Sink knee strike on the way back. XK runs the ropes, bounces off again… and again one last time, before vaulting up onto the turnbuckle to preen himself.

CL: Wow, brutal and arrogant… Maybe I do like this guy…

CM: He hates that Horrorcore crap though, something about weapons and the purity of unarmed combat.

CL: What!?!?!? Blasphemer!!! And there was me almost liking him…

In the time it takes for this discussion, Vinj returns to his feet. The Kitten doesn’t care. After waiting a few seconds he points towards XK, signalling something and, upon getting approval from the crowd, walks over, and drags XK down into a Tree of Woe and stomping away at XK’s face. Mask. Whatever.

JH: Bwahahaha!!! That’ll show him!

CL: Chill, Bitchen, just because he’s getting a minor comeuppance now, doesn’t mean he won’t be kicking Vinj’s face in by the end of the match.

JH: Sorry… Don’t know what came over there. Where were we? Ahh yes. Vinj stomping the unholy shit out of XK’s face. I love it when the underdog gets his revenge.

After that uncharacteristic outburst from Jon Hitchen, Vinj is forced to break, much to his chagrin. I say him, I actually mean Hitchen. Vinj seems cool with it; especially when Ref. Menendez lets go of him and he starts again; complete with more Hitchen maniacal laughter.

JH: Mwahahahaha!!!! What? Why are you looking at me like that? Why aren’t I allowed to go mad, just once? You’re both disgusting perverts, why can’t I enjoy retribution? **Sighs** Ok, straight man it is…

CM & CL: Who are you calling a disgusting pervert?

Ahh… Normal service has been resumed. Back to the match, Lucy’s helping XK disentangle himself from the ropes as the ref escorts Vinj back to his corner. Once both are ready to start, Michaela gets out of their way, and lets the match resume with a running flying heel kick thing from Vinj. Not very precise, but it gets the job done; XK is staggered and kept on the back foot with a head butt or three.

[align=center]Crack![/align]

Vinj takes one back from XK and falls back on his arse. Pondering for a second how he might have been beaten in the first place, he throws a wicked kick at Vinj’s chest, which Vinj barely manages to duck back and out of the way of; trying to snatch the advantage, by rolling the challenger up while he’s off balance…

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kick Out!!!
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XK’s not so surprised he’s lost the match like that, and kicks out with ease. Once again Vinj beats him to his feet and tries one of XK’s own roundhouse kicks; but that goes nowhere when XK blocks it. He tries again, and again and again, until XK demonstrates, in one fluid movement what the perfect roundhouse looks like. Vinj ducks, gets the message to show off his own favourite kick; the Flippy Spinny Kicky Thingy and; with the toe of his boot, brushes the whiskers of XK’s mask.

JH: Oooh, so close!

CM: Shut up, Bitchen, he was miles away!

CL: Quiet down ladies, let’s all just all watching this dry, bloodless beatdown in peace.

Actually, there may well be some blood in the near future, seeing as how Xtreme Kitten is visiting a few Garvin Stomps on the face of the man who broke his UIC reign. A lazy cover later and…

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Shoulder Up!!!
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Kitten doesn’t seem to care that much, and goes over to talk to Lucy to pick up a snack. Specifically, a packet of Skittles. He strolls nonchalantly over to Vinj and starts dropping them one by one of his face.

CM: Heh, Skittles to a diabetic; that’s funny.

JH: Oh be quiet; this is a despicable display.

CL: And that, Brother Jonathon, is why it’s so funny.

JH: I despair of you two… Woah!!! Looks like Vinj just went from sweetie filled Lamb to Slaughter!

And after that effortless segue into the hold, Vinj picks up the remainder of the Skittles and starts popping them into XK’s mouth. The once Hardcore Pussy is not amused, and tries to spit them out. After a little warning from the ref, nothing too major mind, Vinj gives up of giving XK the skittles and offers Michaela the bag. She accepts, and as she turns round to offer them to Michael Anderson, Vinj makes a little bit of use of his wristband in XK’s face, but pulls a face of nothing short of sweetness and light when the beautiful latina referee turns back, having clearly done nothing wrong.

CM: And I suppose you are similarly outraged by that horrendous display of rulebreaking eh, Jonny-boy?

JH: I saw nothing apart from a gentleman keeping his head and offering everybody some sweets, in face of blatant disdain for his condition. Have I missed something?

By now, XK has achieved a rope break, although not as quickly as some may have liked. Lucy by this point is outraged, screaming that they were her little snack for the day/week/month/year, so she should be favouring XK. The break comes, after a fashion, and now XK gets offered a skittle from the referee. He refuses in the strongest possible terms: pushing straight though and hitting a Kao Loi on Vinj! Uraken sends him into the corner!

CL: *Munchmunchmunch* Skittle, you two?

CM: Don’t mind if I do. Kitchen?

Hitchen responds with a low growl. He’s not amused by this, nor the turn of events the match is taking; a Big, bordering on Hugh Boot to the chest of Vinj takes him out of the corner, over his shoulders, and up and down with a howl from the Kitten: Cat’s Meow!!!

CM: Eat that Bitchen, New Champion! New Champion! New Champion!

CL: Maybe if that dumbshit cat-man would actually pin him.

Yep, XK is not satisfied with the with a pinfall; shouts at Michaela to start him a 10 count.

[align=center]One!

Two!

Three!
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CM: Ok, so we are getting a new champion, it’s just gonna take… ermm

JH: Seven seconds longer than normal…?

[align=center]Four!

Five!

Six!
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CM: Yeah, that sounds about right, I think.

[align=center]Seven!

Eight!

Nine!
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JH: Is that motion I see down there?

CL: Just a twitch. Not enough to stop the inevitable, sorry, Bitchen.

[align=center]Ten!

Ding Ding Ding!!!
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MA: Here is your winner, and New Undisputed Internation Champion; XTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNN!!!!!!

"Body Hammer" Comes back on, as XK takes a few minutes out to pose for the adulating crowd. Or not. Lucy gets bored after about 3 seconds and drags him to the back by the ear of his mask.
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JH: Next we have up a match that I've been looking foward to for weeks. Grant Rice and Nightmare are finally getting the shot they deserve.

CM: Week after week of flukes, and finally they get, as Jonathan put, exactly what they deserve.

CL: I'm assuming here, Chip, that you believe that Red Cell are going to somewhat kill Rice and Nightmare?

CM: No assumptions, just facts.

JH: I'm not even going to bother arguing with Chip this time, all I have to say is that this will be a spineshattering defeat for Red Cell.

CM: Shut up you son of a bitch! How dare you try to be some smart ass prick to me!

CL: Pipe down, Chip, before once more I take it upon myself to bring back the Freedom to Punch Chip Act.

CM: I thought that was just a one day thing.

Just then, there's an almost cartoonish punch sound.

CL: Nope.

CM: Ow my arm!

JH: Ah shut up, Chip. I swear, they could've got someone better for the job of just talking!

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

CM: Ah well, might as well start marching them out now then. Ready for their beating.

[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]

MA: This tag team match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the FIW Tag Team Championships of the World! Firstly, the competitor, making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing 248lbs, GRANT RICE!

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.

JH: Grant looking very determined tonight.

CM: Eurgh how cliched.

CL: Yeah, so's "shut your fucking face", yet I'm still going to use it.

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

MA: And his partner, 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!
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CM: Ooooh a former champion of a defunct belt, how impressive.

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.

CL: While usually I'd want nothing more than to insult Nightmare and Rice, I have to say they're fighting the good fight tonight, for once.

JH: That's right, since they're up against our champions, Matt Impact and Kiyoshi Nakahata of Red Cell, the anti-Horrocore faction that are building in numbers and threaten the very future of FIW's new direction.

CM: Yeah. New direction sucks. Old one ruled. Woo old direction.

JH: You seriously don't know anything, do you. What are Red Cell fighting against, again?

CM: Tier, obviously.

CL: With what views?

CM: THAT TIER SHOULD DIIIIIIIIIIIE!

Punch sound.

CL: Dick.

CM: Owwwww....

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…

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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!”
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Matt Impact and Kiyoshi Nakahata walk out in front without Daisuke “The Crow” Tanaka for once, pushing their way threw the baying fans…

The rest of Red Cell are also missing, apart from sadly Mijutso who trundles his way through behind the two 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!”
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Impact and Kiyoshi get to the end of the aisle , and make they're way to the ring, with Mijutso still behind. Grant and Nightmare stand in front of the commentary table.

[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!”
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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!”
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Matt and Kiysho look at each other, belts around their waists and grin, as Mijutso politely takes the house microphone off Michael Anderson for Red Cell’s personal introductions…

Mijutso: Representing Red Cell... introducing firstly to my left... sorry, I mean right!

Mijutso smiles and nods as already a few audience members are cracking up at the gooseberry's ineptness

Mijutso: Introducing first... from Stanhattan Island, New York... weighing in at a slim... trim...

Mijutso takes what appears to be a miniature dictionary or theasarus out of his pocket and starts randomly looking threw pages...

Mijutso: ...rough... cut... rippled... considerate... smiley-faced...

Matt Impact walks over to Mijutso and berates him for calling him smiley-faced... 'cause, you know, heels aren't suppose to be smiley-faced except when faces are beat up.

Mijutso: Sorry, sorry... he weighs in at one hundred and thirty kilos... and more Extreme than Eric Bishoff's hairstyle... MATT IM-M-M-M-MPA-A-A-A-C-T!!!!

Quite a few giggles come from the crowd though for the most part they're drowned out by the jeers of the Hammerstein Ballroom for Matt Impact.

Mijutso: And his partner in crime-ah!~

He hails from the LEGENDARY-AH!~ fighting prefecture of Aichi, Japan and weighs in at a Loughly... Leady... and-

Mijutso looks over at Kiyoshi who is passing an Anime-esque look of destain for his terrible pronouciation... probably intentional... of the words describing him.

Mijutso takes this as a sign to hurry up his lengthly introductions...

Mijutso: He is one hundred and eighteen kilos and is the master of the Shinnanoomockie Hold... KIE-YOOOOOOOOHHHH-SHIIIIIIII NAAAAAKAAAA-HAAAAA-TAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!~

With this said, Impact and Kiyoshi hand their belts, rather forcefully into the hands of Mijutso, who stumbles out of the ring, quickly. Nightmare and Rice climb up to their corner. Impact and Kiyoshi exchange words, and finally Kiyoshi heads to center ring as Matt climbs onto the apron in his corner. Grant climbs into the ring, and the two go face to face, as the bell rings.

[align=center]DING
DING
DING
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The two looks at eachother, Kiyoshi slightly grinning. Grant finds this kind of amusing, shaking his head. He then quickly slaps the grin off Kiyoshi's face, causing a huge cheer from the crowd.

JH: Serves him right!

CM: Punk!

CL: Heh, it said CM Punk...

CM: What?

Matt Impact shouts abusively at Grant, who's grinning even more. Nightmare cheers on Rice. Kiyoshi, holding his cheek, looks up at Grant. He suddenly charges straight at Rice, hitting him in the face with a forearm smash. Grant crashes to the mat. Kiyoshi, eyes filled with anger, begins to stomp on the fallen Rice. Impact claps this retribution. Kiyoshi bends over and grabs the head of Grant, picking up the challenger. He then starts to fire palm strikes into the face of Grant. Rice stumbles backwards onto the ropes, trying to block the open hands of Kiyoshi. The tag team champion grabs the arm of Rice, and suddenly fires him off the ropes. Rice runs and rebounds off the ropes on the other side, coming back towards Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi holds out his arm for a clothesline, but Grant slides underneath. He gets up, but his hit, by a swinging boot from Kiyoshi, hitting him right in the jaw. Rice once more collapses to the floor.

CM: Yeah! Go Kiyoshi!

JH: Seems that slap was a mistake from the usually cocky Grant.

CL: I could’ve told him that.

CM: Well aren’t you just so useful…

Kiyoshi walks over to the corner, and tags in Matt Impact. Impact climbs through the ropes, and walks towards the rising Grant. Impact fires an elbow straight into the back of the neck of Grant, who collapses to one knee. The crowd boo this, making Impact grin once more. He holds Rice’s hair, and lifts him to a vertical base. He then scoop slams him down onto the mat. Matt looks over to Nightmare, who’s trying to cheer on his fallen partner. Impact taunts Nightmare, before beginning to stomp repeatedly on Rice. Grant can do nothing to stop this, as the feet continue to crush him, while Impact doesn’t break eye contact with Nightmare. He then, stops his stomping to flip the birdie straight at the Prince of Pain. Nightmare snaps, trying to get through the ropes, but is stopped by the Truth. While Nightmare continues to attempt to get in, Impact grabs Grant once more, and lifts him to his feet. He then throws Rice towards the corner, where Kiyoshi’s elbow is waiting. But Grant grabs the ropes in front of him before he comes crashing into the elbow. Impact, behind him, had already broken into a charge, hoping to follow on after. Grant dodges out of the way, causing Impact to hit face first into his partners elbow. Matt stumbles backwards, trying to regain his balance, when Grant uses a double leg takedown from behind him, causing him to crash face first onto the mat. Nightmare has now stopped trying to get in, seeing that Grant’s in control.

JH: Impact there getting hit right in the face with a dose of reality.

CM: Is that the best you could come up with?

JH: Hey, I’m thankful I can get something up at all, unlike you Chip.

CM: Yeah, you’re right. I don’t need to be thankful since I don’t have any problems in that area.

CL: I can believe that. I hear you pleasure yourself more times a day than I watch Japanese Death matches.

CM: Pfft you must get bored watching all those matches.

JH: Heh, dumbass.

Grant drops an elbow to the back of Impact, followed by another. He then grabs the foot of the Tag Team Champion, and drags him over to his corner. Still holding onto the leg, Rice reaches out and tags in Nightmare. The crowd cheer for the entry of the Prince of Pain. Nightmare grabs Impact by the head, and lifts him to his feet. He then starts to plant some haymakers in Matt’s head.

CM: God, music about being an American, overuse of the haymaker, an over-rated crowd favourite, why is Nightmare so much of a Hulk Hogan wannabe?

CL: At least he hasn’t got an obviously fake finisher. How the hell can people kick out from a normal leg drop after one, but if it’s done by a 60 year old man with a handlebar mustache, it’s “atomic”.

CM: Probably the haemorrhoids crashing down to the face is enough to knock anyone out.

JH: I used to be a Hulkamaniac…

CM: I think we need a Freedom to Punch Jonathan Act, purely on that statement.

CL: Jesus, I’m finding myself agreeing with you, what’s the world come to?

After the haymakers, Nightmare throws Impact towards the ropes. As Matt bounces back, he’s met by a huge big boot to the face, knocking down the former Heavyweight Champ. Impact former champ that is. Nightmare, still using his momentum, runs off the ropes, and lands down on top of Impact with a leg drop, crushing the throat of Impact.

CM: Haymakers…big boot…leg drop…AH! He is Hulk Hogan!

CL: Jesus, that can’t just be coincidence.

JH: Well they are all part of his movelist apparently. We’ve seen him pull those off before.

Nightmare goes for the cover.

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CL: See I told you! In real wrestling they kick out after 1! Not all of that selling shit!

The count had caused Kiyoshi to attempt to get in, but obviously with no need. The referee gets up to see Nakahata halfway through the ropes, and immediately jumps up and over to make sure that Kiyoshi doesn’t attempt anything else. Nightmare picks himself up and walks over, tagging in Grant once more. Rice climbs in, and heads towards Impact, who himself is on one knee. But as Grant gets to Impact, he’s met with an uppercut. Straight to his crotch. Rice falls to his knees in pain, as Matt tries to get up. The Truth turns around and walks over to Impact, asking him what happens. Impact obviously tries to explain that Grant was tagged in, and suffered a punch to the stomach. Nightmare also did not see the incident, too busy trying to get himself into the proper position. The ref looks to Kiyoshi, who shrugs, with a hint of a grin on his face. Impact makes an almost mocking bow to the ref, thanking him for letting them now continue, followed by suddenly spinning round and kicking Grant right in the side of the face. Grant goes sprawling to the floor after the vicious kick to his head. The crowd are now throwing all sorts of jeers and profanity at Impact, apparently loving it all.

JH: For someone that’s part of a faction looking for a pure wrestling future, he certainly pulls of some very questionable moves.

CM: I can’t see how they can be viewed as questionable, Jon. Genius, devious,…and….

JH: And what?

CM: Heavious.

CL: That’s not a word.

CM: What? And Horrorcore is?!

Impact walks over to the fallen Rice, and picks him up. He then puts his arm across the front of Grant, and Rice’s arm behind his own head, and suddenly snaps him down in an STO into a backbreaker. Rice’s back cracks against the knee of Impact, followed by being driven down straight into the mat. He grabs the arm of Grant, and drags him over towards Kiyoshi. Matt tags in the other member of Red Cell, still holding the arm. Kiyoshi takes hold of the arm, and suddenly goes down, rolling it into an armbar on Grant, who’s now laying face down onto the mat. Holding the armbar in position, Kiyoshi positions himself just above the back of Rice, and begins to drive his knee sharply into Grant’s back. He does so once, and then again. Grant screams out in pain. Finally, Kiyoshi gets off him. He lifts up Grant, and throws him straight into the corner face first. Rice hits into the corner, and suddenly has Kiyoshi driving his shoulder straight into Grant’s back. Kiyoshi drives repeated shoulders into Grant’s back, and eventually stops, stepping backwards. Rice stumbles backwards, just to have Kiyoshi to wrap his arms around Grant’s waist and be German Suplexed right onto the top of his spine.

CM: Now that’s some Red Cell punishment!

CL: And that’s one grade A fan boy.

CM: Yeah yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before

Kiyoshi goes for the cover on Grant.

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The crowd give a mini pop for the kickout. Kiyoshi looks slightly annoyed by the kickout, but that look quickly disappears as the realisation that he gets to inflict more pain on Rice come to him. He gets up, and looks down at Grant. He stomps disrespectfully on Rice, before going over and tagging in Matt. He then, instead of going on the apron, goes over and picks up Grant. He holds up Rice, as Matt charges, hitting a big clothesline on Rice, sending him sprawling to the mat. Nightmare watches on the apron, not being able to do anything. The Truth says something to Kiyoshi, who slowly makes his way back to his corner. Impact grabs the back of Grants head, once more lifting the limp Grant to his feet. He gets his arms underneath the arms of Grant, and then links his hands together, with the sudden application of pressure locking Grant in a full nelson. Grant, who had not really made any sudden movements in the past minutes, snaps his head up, starting to scream in pain as the big Matt Impact starts to literally attempt to detatch Grant's arms from their sockets.

JH: Matt Impact as a full nelson locked in there! Kiyoshi and him have been working on the top of Grant's back, and now this!

CM: Beat down and then destroy. It's the perfect tactic.

CL: This match has truely been a testament to what Red Cell aim for.

CM: Did you just make a positive comment about Red Cell?

CL: Not at all. It shows a boring, over-used tactic of pick out a face and beat them down while the other waits and does nothing. That's Red Cell all over.

CM: Do you ever get tired of Red Cell bashing?

CL: Do you ever get tired of cock bashing?

CM: Not really...

CL: I'll stop insulting Red Cell when you stop masturbating.

Grant shouts out in pain, as Matt grits his teeth, applying more pressure onto the back of the neck of Rice. Grant tries to obviously break the hold, shaking his arms, but nothing seems to work. He starts to weaken down, falling down to one knee, and then another. Matt now has the leverage to grip even harder, causing more pain to Grant. Nightmare begins to beat on the turnbuckle, which in turn causes the crowd to start clapping and beating their chairs to ralley on Grant. At first, it seems to have no effect on the beaten down Grant, but then life starts to show in the competitor once more, as his head lifts up. He shouts in pain, as he attempts to lift himself back up off the mat. Impact tries his best to hold down Rice, but it's no good as he begins to rise up. Grant fights against the pain, and is soon to his feet once more. Matt still attempts to subdue him, with no results. Then, Rice, with a burst of adrenaline, runs backwards, pushing Impact into the turnbuckle of Nightmare's corner. Nightmare taps Grant, and elbows Impacts head. Matt lets go of Grant who collapses to the floor and rolls out of the ring. Nightmare climbs in, still relatively fresh. Kiyoshi decides that the momentum of the match cannot change. He climbs in the ring and heads straight towards Nightmare, but is met by a huge Lariat, so hard making Kiyoshi spin in the air and land backfirst on the mat.

JH: The Second Bullet!

CM: Ah....damn.

Nightmare turns around to see Matt coming out of his corner. He heads straight to Nightmare, and is met by a hiptoss right back down to the mat. He then runs, and baseball slides Kiyoshi, who's just beneath the ropes. Kiyoshi goes crashing down to the outside. The crowd are going wild for Nightmare. Matt is once again rising to his feet, so Nightmare walks over ready. As Impact gets up, Nightmare kicks him in the stomach, and place the head of Matt between his legs. He looks around, as the crowd start to sense something big coming. Nightmare lifts up Impact to his shoulders.

JH: Here it comes, The Cataclysm!

But Matt begins to punch Nightmare right in the face once he's up. Nightmare, not being able to support the 286lbs man, starts to stumble backwards, still trying to hold up Impact on his shoulders. As Nightmare walks back against the ropes, the rising Kiyoshi suddenly reaches in and pulls the feet of Nightmare away from underneath the Prince of Pain, from the outside. Nightmare falls forwards, letting go of Impact. Matt uncomfortable lands on his feet, dodging the falling Nightmare.

JH: Damn it! Kiyoshi Nakahata helps out in another questionable move, making sure that once again, Nightmare and Grant do not gain momentum.

CM: You say that as if it’s a bad thing. It’s just good team work.

CL: Chip, please stop making fair points, I hate agreeing with you.

CM: Aww poor Clarence.

Punch sound.

CM: For fucks sake! OUCH!

CL: Twat…

Matt regains his balance. He grabs the head of Nightmare, and starts to lift him up. But Nightmare hits an elbow in the face of Impact, causing him to go backwards holding his face. Nightmare picks himself up. Matt looks up and runs straight at the Prince of Pain in anger. But Matt is met with a Black Hole Slam, drilling him into the mat.

JH: End of Days!

Nightmare gets up, and goes over and tags Grant back in. Rice comes in once more, as Nightmare runs over and hits Kiyoshi off the apron. Nakahata falls to the floor outside once more, as Nightmare goes through the ropes to continue an assault on him. Grant looks down at Impact, and suddenly goes down, locking in the Straight Mizery Ankle Lock. Impact suddenly looks up, arms lifting his body off the floor, beginning to shout out in pain. The Truth slides over, to ask Matt if he taps out. Impact shakes his head as he starts to try and pull himself towards the ropes. Grant attempts to drag Matt to the center of the ring. Impact tries to pull one way, while Grant tries the other. The two both stay in the same place, as the crowd continue to cheer. Kiyoshi and Nightmare are still brawling on the outside. Matt suddenly tries something different, twisting his entire body so he's on his back. This works, catching Grant off guard. Matt pulls his legs close body, and then pushes them out, causing Grant to go flying backwards. He stumbles straight into the ropes, and falls through them, crashing down into Kiyoshi and Nightmare. The two brawlers also fall to the floor. Matt pulls himself up, using the ropes. He gets to a vertical base, and then limps over towards the other side of the ring , feeling the effects of the ankle lock. He climbs out of the ring, and grabs the head of Grant, lifting him up. Meanwhile, the ref begins the count.

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JH: All four men are on the outside now!

CM: Thank you, Captian Obvious.

Matt begins to punch Grant in the face, who goes backwards, trying to block them. Meanwhile, Nightmare and Kiyoshi also rise to their feet. Nightmare begins to hit some chops to the face of Kiyoshi, who then returns them with forearms. The teams continue to brawl on the outside. Matt bursts into speed, running straight at Grant. He raises his foot for a big boot, but Grant dodges, causing Impact to crash into the steel steps. He goes over them, and falls to the floor, steps broken into the two segments.

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Grant goes over, and picks up Impact. He grabs the head of the former heavyweight champ, and starts to repeatedly smack it on the barriers, where the screaming fans behind mark out.

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CM: This is chaos! How can the ref allow this?!

JH: Looks more like rightful retribution to me.

CM: As is this.

There is once more a punch sound from the commentary booth.

JH: Was that supposed to hurt me?

CM: I...I...

CL: Prick.

There's another punch sound.

CM: Ah Jesus, that was my face you asshole!

The pandemonium everywhere is still gracefully counted by our favourite magician, The Truth.

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Nightmare kicks Kiyoshi in the stomach, causing Nakahata to double over. He then grabs him and quickly pulls off a Snap Suplex. Kiyoshi's quickly driven into the floor, and rolls away, clutching his back. Grant is still using the barrier as a weapon on Matt's head. He eventually stops, and holds Matt up in front of him, ready to do something, when Impact uses an Eye Gouge out of desperation. Grant stumbles backwards, clutching his eyes.

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Impact goes up to Grant, and suddenly lifts him onto his shoulders, ready to hit the Head on Collision. The crowd boo loudly, as Impact grins, holding up Grant in the air. Kiyoshi meanwhile his hoisted up once more by Nightmare, but suddenly hits him with an STK (STO), driving Nightmare down into the ground.

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Matt is still holding up Grant, when Rice reaches out, and grabs the ropes of the ring. He pulls as hard as he can, slipping out of the grip of Impact, and straight between the bottom and middle rope. Matt is in shock, confused. He turns around to see Grant scrambling into the ring.

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MA: The winner of this match, by count-out NIGHTMARE AND GRANT RICE!!!!

The crowd scream with celebration, as Kiyoshi rises, with a look of shock on his face. Matt also shares a similar look. As the two stand in disbelief, Mijutso rushes over and grabs the mic of Michael Anderson.

Mijutso: But, still the Tag Team Champions of the World, THE UNSTOPPABLE, UNBELIEVABLE, UNBEATABLE....RED CEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL!!!!!

CM: HAHAHA! Even after winning the match, Nightmare and Grant are still losers!

JH: Damn it! Both Grant and Nightmare work hard, win the match yet Red Cell still keep the belts!

Mijutso walks over, handing Matt his belt, followed by Kiyoshi. Grins start to appear once more on the faces of the Red Cell members. The crowd's cheers have turned to boos, as the champions make their way to the back. Grant starts to shout at the ref, but The Truth just shrugs. Grant shakes his head, angered, and makes his way out of the ring, to check on Nightmare, who's still on the floor after suffering from an STK.

JH: So Red Cell still leave here champions tonight, even after losing.

CL: They got lucky.

CM: Lucky?! They deserved it! Accept it!

CL: Seriously, one more word and I will make sure that you'll have your nose coming out of the back of your head, and not by cause of gone wrong plastic sugery.

JH: Up next, we have the title match everyone's been waiting for, plus the Main Event to see who shall be the next Number 1 Contender.

CM: I can smell another victory for Red Cell.

CL: They didn't win this one.

CM: Still came their way. Everything will...

The camera cuts backstage to where the exits and entrances to the private parking lot are. One of the doors opens to quite a bit of jeering as Onikage walks through the door. FIW’s demented artist looks to be in decent shape aside from a few battle wounds from his match earlier. He quickly starts heading towards the locker room area of the backstage area.

Suddenly he bumps into some one’s shoulder as he turns the corner and the two grunt and take a few steps back. His eyes meet with the person he bumped into and widen slightly as the camera zooms out. The other person is wearing a championship belt around his waist and a mask of his very own. This man too looks like he’s been through a bit of a battle, and that’s because he has.

Xtreme Kitten glares lightly at Onikage but it only lasts a few moments before he starts heading towards wherever he was going. Lucy isn’t that far behind him and Onikage just stares at the two, his eyes focusing on them. The image cuts back to ringside on Onikage standing in the hall way, still watching his former best friend and his former best friend’s lover walk away…
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CL: Ah after all the fuck wads, finally now we’re going to see a hardcore legend in the ring.

JH: Conse, Kailey Lane and Remy Barteaux both have streaks in them too.

CM: Especially Remy, now he knows how to dress unlike any other culture clowns on the roster.

CL: Tier’s going to show the pair of them how you bleed and how you bleed profusely!

JH: Conse, why do you speak so well when discussing blood?

CL: Cause it’s important, while talking about you, it’s quite easy, Ass-Tangler. See?

As the camera leaves the commentary table for a second we get a overview of the ring area, 2 ladders set on each side of the ring and a tall, 12 ft-14 ft ladder set by the entrance way, suddenly the camera moves to the entrance way as the first riffs of "Defy You" by Offspring begin to play, smoke begins to billow from the stage. Kailey's silhouette slowly becomes visible through the smoke and remains in shadow while the opening bars continue.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is one of your Main Events of the evening! It is a ladder match, first person to grab the title hanging above the ring will be the new Dual Crown Champion, first hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds and standing at five foot eight inches… KAILLLLLLLLLEEEEEYYYYY LANNNNNNNEEEEEE!!!!!

When the lyrics begin, she pushes through the smoke and takes her first steps toward the ring, waving to the crowd. When at the ring, she slides in between the top and middle rope, then takes a walk around the ring, waving to the fans before taking her corner.

JH: The underdog in this one, Kailey Lane.

CM: She is in over her head, Remy will show her.

CL: Remy’s a pussy, Kailey has one, watch blood pour.

JH: Either way, it’s going to be great.

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.

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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.

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Come with us and you will see
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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.

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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: Ah the Horrorcore legend, boys and girls he will show you violence.

JH: Tier is on form, he’s been on a winning streak of late.

CM: He hasn’t met Remy yet.

CL: Remy is nothing, once Tier smacks him over the head with a ladder, he’ll wish he was a baby sucking his mom’s tit.

JH: Wow, to the point?

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.

MA: …And finally, hailing from The French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five sounds and standing at six feet, two inches… the current Dual Crown Champion! REMMMMMMMY BAARRRRRTTTTTTEEEAAUUXXXXX!!!

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.

CM: Look at him, dresses greatly, a perfect…

CL: Pussy, the man’s gonna be bleeding like a women on…

JH: STOP!

CL: I’m surrounded by pussies, usually that would make me happy, fuck that tonight.

As Kailey, Tier and Remy stand in there respected corner, Tony Clarke raises the Dual Crown championship, he shows it to the crowd then all three of the wrestlers, before he gives it to a ring monkey and calls for the ring bell, it rings and the match begins. Tier looks at the pair of them as Remy stands in his corner, he seems cocky by the way he just looks away, Kailey on the other hand looks very ready, so ready that she walks towards Remy, he stands there looking at her before giving his stick to the bottom of the corner he’s in, he then sneakily turns and begins striking Kailey, rough side kicks hitting her right in the stomach. Remy then takes her to the ropes, pushes her back and then whips her, on coming back Kailey ducks his strike and as he turns she dropkicks him, he reels back into the ropes, coming back and getting Nailed by a elbow right to the nose by Tier.

JH: The lovers facing off.

CM: EX, lovers.

CL: Yeah, ex lovers, Tier ain’t got time for her.

Tier watching Remy drop to his ass, turns around and looks towards Kailey, she climbs to her feet, and a stand off occurs, both begin circling each other before going for a collar and elbow tie-up, Kailey not the strongest gets pushed away, Tier not showing a sign of anything really just awaits Kailey’s next move as Remy gets to his feet and all three have a stand off.

JH: Each person really even right now, Kailey’s showing a lot of heart though.

CM: Remy’s just making them think there ok, he’s gonna show them all soon.

CL: That he’s a moron? Does it matter, I just want some fucker to smack someone with a ladder.

JH: They need to use it properly, not to hit people.

CL: Coming from Mr. I’m Like You Ass, shut up.

As Tony Clarke just watches the three of them, the three of them look towards each other and Remy more importantly looks towards Tier, they both seemingly nod and run at Kailey, in time she rolls under the attack and as they turns around Kailey lands a dropkick into Remy, he flies out of the ring through the top and middle rope. Tier just watches him fall as he gives Kailey a vicious boot to the gut, then lifting and placing her over with a hip-toss, landing her on the floor as he moves to the ropes comes back and lands a knee drop right onto his forehead, Kailey holds her head in pain. Tier stands up, turning to see Remy climbing in the ring, chair in hand, he moves to Remy quickly and as Remy stands gets booted in the gut, dropping the chair, Tier grabs the fallen chair and with one of the hardest and deafening chair shots ever heard belts Remy right on the back, Remy drops to the floor holding his back in pain, the crowd roar as Tier with one arm raises the chair.

CL: WHAM! That was a god damn chair shot!

JH: Remy’s spine has gotta be hurting him now.

CM: That was cheating! He should be DQ’d!

CL: How? It’s a no DQ match, you are a idiot Chip.

CM: You’ll be saying that when Tier gets his ass beat tonight!

Tier brings the chair down, looking at Remy who really looks in some discomfort, he raises the chair again and brings it down across Remy’s chest, the impact making Remy roll to the outside, Tier satisfied then turns to where Kailey is, but as he turns out of nowhere Kailey Lane comes from the apron, spring boarding in and she DIVES! Feet first snapping a beautiful looking front dropkick into the chair, which connects with Tier’s face making him drop the chair but reeling towards the ropes to the outside, she lands on her back but stands up quickly, the fans cheering she then watches Remy and Tier as both seem to be slowly standing up.

JH: Kailey with a beautiful front dropkick.

CM: Ha! Shut him up now didn’t it Conse.

CL: Bah, least he ain’t a pussy, she did that to you, you’d cry like a little whore.

CM: No, I’d sue her actually, shows how much you know.

JH: Whilst these two argue, Kailey’s looking for something…

Kailey indeed is looking at the two of them, she seems to be eyeing something up as she watches both men climb to there feet, Kailey then runs to the far ropes and sprints towards the two of them, then with all of her might dives through the ropes at the pair of them, BUT! Tier and Remy catch her, looking at each other they then with no power indeed just swing her over there heads and she goes soaring right into a ladder, she crashes into it, making it fall with her and she smashes down into the entranceway area, Tier and Remy watch her but don’t look for long as Remy drives a knee into Tier’s gut, then turns and throws him into the ring steps to a big thud and a boo off the crowd. Remy then moves over towards one of the other ladders on the right side of the ring, he slides it into the ring and slides in himself.

CM: That’s it, come on Remy climb up.

JH: Remy has taken advantage and he better climb quickly, Tier’s getting up.

CL: Someone’s going to die, bleed and cryyyyyy.

JH: Well the ladders set up, can he take the match?

CM: Course he can watch!

Remy grabs the ladder setting it up under the championship belt, he then begins to climb the ladder, looking towards his belt but not watching as Tier has slid in the ring, he moves towards Remy and clubs him in the back, forcing Remy to drop to the canvas, Tier then goes for a kick, Remy block it though and sweeps Tier’s leg from under him, Remy leaps up and then hits his legs on the top rope, seining over with a moonsault, crashing down on Tier as both hold there stomach on impact. Remy though rolls towards the ladder, knowing he needs to climb up quickly, he gets to his feet and begins to climb again, climbing faster but the fans are cheering, and for good reason to, on the ring apron stands Kailey, she looks up, holding her head but knowing she’s gotta stop him, with such pace and finesse she leaps up on to the top rope and then springboards with all her power towards Remy, she indeed catches him just… her right foot manages to crack into Remy’s left shin causing him to fall off the ladder as both land on the canvas and the ladder shakes in the ring as all three are down.

CM: God dammit!

JH: Kailey takes him down hard with a beautiful springboard dropkick.

CL: Another one, damn this all she can do? Least Sybil can springboard on my cock.

CM: Wow… She’s found it?

CL: Yeah, you ever seen how big it is? Wanna see. *places his hand down under the desk*

CM & JH: NO!

Kailey is first to climb to her feet as Tier also begins to climb to his, Kailey moves towards the shaking ladder breaking it down and then setting it in the corner as she then turns to see Tier standing, a face off between the two former lovers, Tier looks down towards Remy, diving him one of the stiffest kicks ever right in the head, Remy rolls out the ring, holding his face as then the two ex lovers look towards each other, the rage in Kailey’s eye so apparent. They then go into a collar and elbow tie-up again, but Kailey’s fast pace takes over as she drops down, taking Tier, face first right into the ladder with a drop toe hold, as he turns, laying against the ladder Kailey then moves to the opposite corner, she then runs and LEAPS! She then squashes Tier against the ladder with a cross body, both roll off as Kailey holds her stomach as Tier rolls to his front his face seemingly just fucked up.

JH: Jesus, Kailey really wants to make sure Tier’s down tonight.

CL: Squashing is face was only a hint? You are a moron.

CM: You never know, might make a improvement looking at his track record.

CL: Least he’s had pussy, you seem to only have cock *looking at Jonathon* small cock too.

CM: How dare you!

As Tier lays on the canvas, not moving Kailey stands up, holding her gut still but looking up at the title, the fans cheering her on to grab the ladder and climbs, she does indeed move towards the ladder, Tier rolls himself out of the ring as she places it in the center of the ring, she then begins climbing up slowly, grasping her gut, taking each step the crowd seems to cheer her on more and more…

JH: Come on Kailey! Climb!

CL: She can’t do it, fall, fall.

CM: HA! Remy’s climbing in.

…Remy climbs in with pace and himself begins climbing the ladder, Kailey sees him and tries to climb quicker but Remy catches up with her, hitting her in the gut, she stops climbing as Remy and her are second from top step from the top of the ladder, both begin firing shots at each other, Kailey then has a shot blocked as Remy bashes her head into the ladder, Kailey almost losing her grasp of the ladder. Remy then goes to bash her head into the ladder again, but she stops him, punching him in the gut, then slamming his head into the ladder which makes him fall, Kailey then scoops herself up onto the top of the ladder, looking down at Remy before LEAPING! With a body splash, she comes crashing down atop Remy as the fans start a “holy crap!” chant.

JH: Kailey’s really making sure she gets known tonight.

CL: Ha! She could of grabbed that belt, typical blonde.

CM: Excuse me, us blonde’s are not dumb.

CL: Your flies undone.

CM: *Looking down* No it isn’t!

CL: See.

As everyone seems either down and out, or just not in view, the crowd start a chant “EFF-EYE-DUBYA!!!” Tier then emerges in the ring, he slides a ladder into the ring, standing up he moves it to the bottom left corner of the ring placing it into the corner, he makes sure it’s set perfectly before turning and walking past Kailey booting her in the head, he then picks up the ladder, looking towards the belt himself, but instead he sets the ladder up diagonal towards the other ladder placed in the corner. He then turns towards Remy who has slowly gotten to his feet, Tier doesn’t climb the ladder instead goes towards Remy booting him in the gut, he then throws him to the ground with a vicious mat slam, before removing the ladder from the corner and placing it up, towards the ladder, he then picks up Remy and places him on the ladder before climbing up the other ladder…

CL: Here comes the violence!

CM: Remy move!

CL: Pfft, his ass’s gonna get bloodied now!

JH: Remy’s come off the table though look!

…Remy has indeed come off the ladder, moving up towards Tier, but Tier boots him straight in the face making him drop backwards onto the ladder, he lays over it as Tier looks down smirking. Tier then leaps off the ladder and STOMPS! Down on Remy, smashing him through atop the ladder, on impact Remy seems to exhale air as Tier lands and hits into the ropes, making him reel backwards, he lands on the canvas as the crowd start to roar, the match obviously really getting them going. Kailey gets to her feet, she looks at both Remy and Tier, then looks at the fallen ladder, she then sets it up under the belt.

CL: HAPPY LANDINGGGGG!

CM: Poor Remy! Everyone seems to be hurting him tonight.

CL: Pussy should of spoke more.

JH: Everyone’s down again, this match is going to be a match covered with bruises.

CL: Covered with bruises? Man this place needs men who’ve had actual sex.

Kailey begins to climb the ladder but Tier is to his feet, he begins to climb the other side and he climbs with pace, Kailey’s finger tips touch the championship but Tier punches her square in the gut making her grip release. She comes to the sameish level as Tier as they begin to exchange blows, Tier wins though as he strikes her in the face a few times before he stops, smirking to himself before grabbing Kailey in a front chancery…

JH: He wouldn’t!

CL: Do it!

CM: Someone’s gonna die!

…Tier looks set to take Kailey off, but she fights him off and then smashes Tier’s face into the atop of the ladder which makes Tier shake, he almost let’s go but he keeps himself on the ladder, climbing up one more step he picks Kailey up too, giving her a STIFF forearm to the face which makes her almost fall but Tier grabs her in another front chancery, looking down at Remy who’s laying on his back still trying to recover. Tier smirks towards the crowd, he then lifts and swings Kailey, himself coming down with her in a sit-down DDT, Kailey lands HARD on Remy, Tier lands sharp on his back as he releases the DDT and rolls to his front, the crowd marking out more then ever now as all three competitors lay on the canvas, nobody really looking set to get the win.

JH: Oh… But... Wow…

CM: He actually just DDT’d her off the ladder!

CL: No.. he WWWWWEEEEEGGGGGEEEENNNNNLLLLLEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDD!!!!!!! Her off the fucking ladder!

JH: Right onto Remy too.

CL: I’m sure he’s smirking right now, most would like her on top, not me, I like to be on top more…

JH: Shut up Conse! She could have been hurt!

Tier tries to get himself up, he’s taken much worse in his career, he looks towards Kailey who’s rolled off Remy and Remy’s actually to his feet amazing, not for long though as Tier grabs him by the hair and throws him out of the ring, Remy flies out of the ring to the outside as Tier then moves towards Kailey, but stops, not really looking toward her he turns to Remy. Something obviously passing his mind as he then walks towards where he threw Remy, he climbs out of the ring and makes sure Kailey’s still down before looking under the ring, finding what he wanted he drags out a table, the crowd giving a big cheer on seeing the table, he places it on the mats, setting it up and tapping it for some reason, he then picks up Remy, placing Remy atop the table, he punches down on top of Remy’s chest to make sure he stays there, he then climbs in the ring looking down at Remy…

CM: Remy move!

CL: Oh yeah, he’s fucked up Kailey… again. Now Remy’s turn.

JH: He’s gotta be thinking about the title, or doesn’t he care?

CL: Blood or a title? Hmmm… BLOOD!

CM: Remy’s up! Yes!

…Remy’s in fact up, but Tier hasn’t noticed as he begins to climb the top rope, as he does though Remy slowly gets to the apron, climbing on it. Tier looks up from the sweat and there’s no Remy, well until Remy clips him right in the head with a elbow making him lose his grip, but Tier lands on the top turnbuckle, Remy points towards the table and then swings Tier around so his legs are pointing towards the table. Remy then begins to climb up the ropes, but Tier pushes him off, landing both men on to the ring apron, they then begin to exchange blows, each punch seemingly more bone crunching then the other, that’s until out of nowhere Kailey comes running she leaps up and sends Tier off the apron with a headscissors but as she does it she comes off Tier looping around Remy and sending him and herself STRAIGHT through the set up table, as Tier has smashed face first into the ring steps, the crowd fucking explode as a huge “EFF-EYE-DUVYA RULES!!!” plows over the ballroom.

JH: Kailey-Go-Round!

CL: Ok, for a pair of tits, that was pretty bad-ass.

CM: She’s killed our Dual Crown Champion.

CL: No, he’s bleeding though, which is SWEETAH!

JH: Nope, that’s a piece of Remy’s clothing.

CL: DAMMIT!

…As Conse seems pissed nobody’s bleeding all three men and women look quite messed up, Kailey’s first to her feet, she looks highly groggy, but she slowly gets back to normal, climbing in the ring. As she does she grabs the tallest of the ladders, moving the broken one from earlier and sliding it out of the ring, she places it under the belt and begins to climb the ladder, the crowd cheering there asses off, except the solid Tier and Remy fans who boo her, but there drowned out, she climbs and climbs, as she does Tier slide sin the ring, he looks groggy buy climbs her opposite side and begins to climb but knowing he’ll be useless from there he drops down quickly and climbs the side Kailey’s scaling and at pace, catching up with her as she actually has a hold of the belt, he strikes her back then turns himself around, placing his head between Kailey’s legs, in a Powerbomb position…

JH: Not again!

CL: Oh he’s my god if he actually does this!

CM: But… Conse she could be really injured…

CL: Don’t have a conscience now!

JH: Why the hell not, if he does this it could be the end of Kailey!

CL: True… I… I… I SAY DO IT!

Tier then lifts Kailey off the safety of the ladder and powerbombs her down, she comes crashing down but as she lands, she lands right on the then standing Remy. They both crash to the mats as referee Tony Clarke who has been watching most of the match in shock goes down to check on both of them, Tier on the other hand has climbed to the top of the ladder and unbuckles the title, to a HUGE cheer off the crowd, he looks towards his two fallen foes and then places the title on his shoulder, sitting atop the ladder…

JH: God damn! He power bombed her!

CL: For it he won the belt to, so fuck yeah!

CM: Remy… he… lost?

CL: Yes, your bitch lost.

JH: Well Tier is your new dual crown champion fans.

CL: But… but… but…

…Tier climbs down the ladder dropping to his knees as he reaches the bottom, Marilyn Manson - This Is Halloween plays over the PA system as Tony Clarke slides in the ring to raise Tier’s arm, he looks quite happy to…

MA: Your winner… and NEW! DUAL CROWN CHAMPION! TTTTTTTTTTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

…The crowd cheer and some boo, but Tier doesn’t look too bothered as he looks towards Kailey and Remy, EMT’s check on both as Tier makes his leave to the backstage area, the camera then cuts to the commentary desk.

JH: With Tier as our new Dual Crown champion who will be his Number one contender be?

CL: Doesn’t matter, there fucked anyways!

CM: Remy lost?!
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Our cameras follow Tier as he throws the curtain back and moves past the gorilla position, the Dual Crown championships in his arms. He gets twelve steps and drops to his knees before clutching them to his chest and closing his eyes.

Tier: Finally! Finally… I…

He shakes his head as a single tear rolls out of its duct, grinning.

Tier: Finally.

Tier gingerly sets the titles on the ground and puts his face into his hands, his grin visible around the edges. He pulls his hands away from his face, smiling widely.

Tier: This is the way… the story goes…

Tier opens his eyes; his dusty blue eyes. Full of joy and hope.

Tier: … it’s coming to a close.

We fade back to the ring… or lack thereof… where the last of the wrestlers are making their way into the designated space as Mudvayne’s “Determined” plays.

CL: Justice has been served once tonight… can it be served again in finding us a decent fucking contender?

JH: Every man and woman IN this match deserves a shot, everyone in the whole damn federation does.

CM: Oh, I could name a few that can cram it with walnuts.

The music cuts finally as the lights drop and a low bass rumbles. Lights flash on the oversized lowering octagonal cage.

CM: Hell, every wrestler standing under that cage deserves a damn medal for not bludgeoning the hell out of each other before the bell rings. I don’t know how they’re containing all that pent-up aggression and rage!

The cage finally hits the floor and technicians flood it to make sure everything’s kosher before the lights rise and the bell rings. And as soon as that ding-ding sounds, all hell breaks loose as fists, elbows, feet, knees, and various other joints and appendages go flying back and forth, the veritable mosh pit of wrestlers writhing with violence!

CM: This is ridiculous, what a dumb idea for a match. I can’t even see what’s going on! This is that horrorcore idiot Krähe’s idea of awesome?

Suddenly, Elrick SMASHES Dragon in the back of the head with a double axe handle, flattening him to the "protective" mats. There locks in a cobra clutch on him and wrenches backwards, bridging his legs and arching his back so he can wrench back harder on him as his neck cracks under the sheer pressure. Dragon’s hand flails at the mat and Logan Black signals for the bell to ring.

MA: Dragon! Has been eliminated!

JH: Just so the fans know there are several outside-operated trapdoors throughout this structure for eliminated wrestlers to exit, so nobody will have the chance to cheat.

CM: Yes, because the world hates cheaters. *rolls eyes*

CL: Cheaters unite! And then punch all the good guys in the groin!

JH: Speaking of cheaters… poor Vinj seems to be getting the rough end of two members of Red Cell.

CL: Oh, right. “Poor” Vinj. What happened to all those superhuman feats of acrobatics he used to perform, hmm? Is the diabetes eating them?

JH: Have some sympathy! Or some goddamn respect, huh!? And hey, at least he’s not scaling the walls trying to escape like XK.

CL: Yeah, what a puss.

JH: Yeah!

CM: Hey, this is Kitten’s own personal vision of Hell! Take pity on the poor guy!

CL: No pity for the kitty.

XK gets halfway up the cage and notices there’s a roof before silently cursing and getting dragged back to the mat by Xanthius. Momoko and Toan are still working over Vinj something fierce, his eyes lolling in his head as Toan locks in a single leg crab. Momoko doesn’t waste any time playing around and pops onto Vinj’s back before snaring him in a camel clutch!

CM: Yell “Red Cell” if you’re down with THAT! HA!

JH: I might be down with that effective maneuver if Momoko would stop trying to fishook Vinj!

Dizzy and out-of-it, Vinj slaps the mat off-handedly, and Logan calls the bell.

MA: Vinj! Has been ELIMINATED!!!

CL: You’ve gotta bet those Red Cell punks are giddy after defeating a major player like former UEC Vinj.

JH: You’ve also got to bet they’ll be looking to topple more to solidify their strong position within the FIW.

CM: This action is ridiculous. We’ve lost two wrestlers and I STILL can’t make heads or tails of what the hell’s going on!

CL: Well, Xanthius seems to have handed Xtreme Kitten over to Prime, but XK looks like he’s doing some damage to the bodybuilder bitch… though it STILL looks like he’s just trying to escape. Xanthius… oo! Xanthius and RAGIN’ are goin’ at it something FIERCE!

JH: Now there’s a fight! Just look at those two men beat the snot out of each other! Our Flycore champ Extreme Ninja #2 is holding his own as well, against Nakahata’s manager, Daisuke the Crow-- OH! ONIKAGE FROM BEHIND!! ONIKAGE FROM BEHIND!!

Daisuke gets his legs TORN out from under him and he’s flung face-first into the mat. Oni grapples up his leg pieces and contorts them into a Texas Cloverleaf, popping a squat and torquing Daisuke’s leg muscles!

CL: Daisuke’s not long for this match, and great!

JH: We’ve been seeing a lot of quick submissions. You’ve gotta bet most of the roster is tired, or like Daisuke with his old injury.

Daisuke resists for as long as he is able before tapping the mat sadly. Onikage shoves him toward the closest trapdoor and squints at Extreme Ninja before Graver comes CRASHING backward into him!

CM: BAM! Awesome judo hip toss from Nakahata! And he bowled over Onikage with Graver’s dumb body! Bonus points!

JH: You’ve gotta bet Onikage doesn’t like that one bit!

Graver stands up and looks around, rather disoriented and without his usual swagger.

JH: Graver’s looking pretty worse for the wear. Even after that insane match against Onikage, you’ve gotta wonder if it’s not a lack of alcohol in his system making him act so… so…

Nakahata leaps onto Graver’s back and locks in a scissored sleeper! Graver gets brought down to the ground and just shakes his head as he lazily taps out.

CM: Easy? Easy like that Dojime Sleeper? And the subsequent tapout from your Minister of Awesomeocity?

MA: Grrraver! Has been! EEEEELIMINATED!!!

CL: Fuck your shit, Moore.

JH: Four down, fourteen angry men… well, thirteen men and one woman… left in this Condemned Fetish matchup!

CL: Yeah, thanks for the running tally, Bitchen.

Xanthius seems to have distanced himself from Ragin’… and everyone else, actually, creating a small circle around him as he plucks the first weapon down off the wall; a sledgehammer!

JH: Xanthius is a dangerous man without weaponry. You’ve got to imagine that folks are keeping their distance because he’s only more dangerous now!

Matt Impact takes a chance and rushes Xanthius from behind, but with something like eyes in the back of his formerly-government-controlled head, Xanthius swings around and BLASTS Impact in the chest with the hammer! Impact staggers and drops to the mat, and Xanthius holds the hammer HHH-style before COLLIDING with Impact’s temple, and sending him to La La Land. Logan black tries to communicate with Impact while Xanthius searches for another victim, but Michael Anderson’s voice soon announces that--

MA: MMMMATT Impact… IS ELIMINATED!!!

Xanthius decides to swing his weapon toward Xtreme Kitten (who just happens to be passing through). XK turns tail and runs SMACK into the chest of Onikage. The two stare down for a moment before Kitten smiles and the two lock into a collar-and-elbow tieup!

CM: This is something I’ve been waiting for! Xtreme Kitten is finally gonna stick it to Onikage!

Kitten suddenly taps Oni’s shoulder wildly, signaling his submission! The bell rings and XK escapes the hold, grinning even wider!

MA: Xtreme Kitten! Is! EEEEEELIMINATED!!!

JH: SMART strategy by Xtreme Kitten, though I’ve gotta say I would’ve preferred to see him stay in the match.

CL: Yeah, well, the little pussy got what he wanted and got out of the match. Which just means the Revolution can fully whoop ass now.

CM: Or Red Cell!

CL: No, Red Cell sucks. Clearly Revo.

CM: Aw, Revo isn’t even a real stable! They don’t have a real bio on FIW.com or anything!

JH: Speaking of Red Cell and the Horrorcore Supporters… looks like Toan’s found Nightmare.

CL: How could you miss him? He’s the one with the stink lines coming off him.

JH: I’d think you’d speak more highly of someone who supports your cause.

CL: Not when they suck so badly and so fucking hard.

Toan rushes Nightmare with a series of forearms before Nightmare comes back with a few strong haymakers. Toan fires a another forearm series before snatching Nightmare by the wrist and holding it upward.

CM: Yes! Toan’s got that top wristlock in, and you KNOW he can be SO dangerous with those submissions!

JH: Given the opportunity Toan can tear your body down from the very hold he’s in. Simple wrestling submissions are certainly a strong part of his arsenal.

Toan wheels the hold around into a hammerlock, tripping Nightmare’s leg and dropping them both forward onto the mat. He continues to hold the hammerlock, moving into a position so that he obscures view from Nightmare’s side. Suddenly the Prince of Pain hollers out in that which he rules over.

JH: Nightmare seems to be in a bad way for this hammerlock…

CL: Seriously? A fucking hammerlock? I mean, even I thought Nightmare was tougher than that!

He fights and screams and struggles but has no choice but to give up with a few taps of the mat.

MA: Nightmare has been! EEEEELIMINATED!!!

Nightmare exits with a wave to the fans through the trapdoor, holding his side. Toan grins as he holds up a screwdriver, the end of it tinged red.

JH: That cheating bastard!

CL: He’s the head of Red Cell, what the fuck did you expect!?

Nearby, the pink flash that is Momoko’s hair catches our eye as she attacks Extreme Ninja #2 with her sickles. Thinking quickly, Ninja peels a mop down from the cage wall and defends himself, catching her sickle strikes and landing a few good blows on her thighs with his weapon. Momoko finally flips her sickle mid-air and catches it backward to BLUDGEON Ninja in the head with the blunt end! Ninja goes sprawling backward RIGHT into Toan’s arms!

CM: HA! Chew on this, Children of the Revolution!

Toan roars out “REEEED CEEEEELLLL!!!” as he flips Ninja around and DRIVES him headfirst into the "protective" mats with the Razorblade Kiss! Ninja BOUNCES off the mat before landing in a heap. Logan tries to wake him, then signals for the bell before dragging him out to stomps from Momoko and Toan.

MA: Extreme Ninja #2... has been… EEEEEELIMINATED!!!

Momoko thrusts her arms in the air in celebration, but they soon do nothing but fly forward helplessly as Xanthius’ sledgehammer meets the back of her skull! Momoko’s eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lulls. Logan looks between her and Ninja, shrugs, dumps off Ninja and drags Momoko out as well.

MA: Moooomoko Wakari… IS! ELIMINATED!!!

JH: Two in a row, just like that, one of Red Cell and one of the Revolution!

CL: Xanthius is cleaning house in this match with that sledgehammer!

CM: Just wait till him and Toan stare down! That’ll be the end of HIS reign of terror!

CL: Pfft! Toan doesn’t have a chance! If anyone eliminates Xanthius, it’s gonna be the Russian Jackal!

The bell rings again and our eyes and cameras cut around trying to find the unlucky victim this time; and that would be Elrick, caught up in the arms of Prime’s full nelson, tapping his little heart out.

MA: Elrick has been eliminated!

JH: They’re dropping like flies, folks! We’re getting down to the real nitty-gritty here!

CM: Isn’t that the cat litter from Ren and Stimpy?

CL: You’re an idiot.

Suddenly, almost out of nowhere Grant Rice FIRES up out of the corner and BEHEADS Prime from behind with a clothesline! Prime goes down hard but is clearly open-eyed and staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell Grant Rice upseated his magnificence.

JH: Haven’t seen a lot from Rice in this match, but when everybody else is out for blood it’s hard to keep in on the action.

CL: In that respect, Rice has the edge, but he was also in a brutal match sooner than the rest of this roster, except for those eliminated and--

Kiyoshi Nakahata SAILS in out of nowhere and catches the speeding Rice, using the momentum to aid him in performing a--

CM: URRRRAAAANAAAAAGAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!

Kiyoshi floats over with the suplex, locking in a front facelock. Logan calls to Rice from the outside, then ventures in the trapdoor to lift his arm once… twice… and he’s out!

CL: See there, Rice didn’t last long. That match took its toll.

CM: Well good ‘ol Kiyoshi’s still runnin’ strong!

Prime finally gets back to his feet, but at the same time, so does Ragin’. He sneaks up behind Prime and locks in--

CL: THE RUSSIAN CLAW!!!

Prime does a bit of a dance in sheer pain as Ragin’ drives him against the wall of the cage, grinding his face against the bars, forcing Prime to ultimately tap out against the cage itself. The Russian Jackal sneers and smashes his palm into the back of Prime’s head as he slumps to the ground and Logan struggles to drag him out.

JH: Prime made a good showing there, but was ultimately derailed by the one and only Ragin’.

Our screen moves to see Maj Tahal grappling against Xanthius, both men fighting for control of the sledgehammer. Onikage is seen creeping up behind Tahal, looking to take advantage of the unwary grappler when Xanthius looks up to see him a-sneaking. Maj notices Xanthius look and turns to see Onikage’s ugly mask. Tahal’s adrenaline shoots through him and that combined with Oni’s momentary distraction are probably all that allow him to wrench the hammer from Xanthius’s hands and DRIVE IT INTO THE SKULL OF ONIKAGE!! Oni’s mask tears slightly as blood SPURTS from his head and he topples backward onto the mat. Logan calls for an instant knockout and he and a couple ringside EMTs drag Oni out to check on him!

JH: WHAT AN INSANE BLOW FROM MAJ TAHAL!! And the crowd is on their feet!

Tahal thrusts his arms into the air (and the sledgehammer) in celebration. Behind him, Xanthius seethes with his own special brand of rage, and behind HIM Toan and Ragin’ both seem to have the same idea as they pluck two steel chairs down from the walls of the cage. Both men stalk up behind Xanthius, raising their chairs at the ready…

CL: Xanthius, turn around!

But it’s too late! Xanthius takes a Con-Chair-To from Toan and Ragin’, thundering in his skull! Xanthius’ eyes go hazy and he drops to the mat. Logan checks on him and moments later, Michael Anderson declares his elimination!

CL: Dammit! Xanthius had a strong chance to win this fuckin’ thing!

CM: Awww, wotsamatter? Your precious little Revolution all gone?

CL: Shut up. Toan’s goin’ down. Ragin’s 100% in this damn match, he doesn’t have a chance!

JH: Ragin’ took quite a beating earlier in the match, actually. I think I saw a number of other wrestlers gang up on him early on. He might not be the most beat-up person in the match, but he’s certainly been worn down.

CM: This match is so hard to keep an eye on. I’m glad there’s so few left!

JH: And the action’s only beginning!

CL: Speaking of gangbangs…

Toan quickly turns on the Master of the Rage and BLASTS him in the back with his chair. Kiyoshi joins the melee with a few judo strikes and wears Ragin’ down, but Toan is suddenly taken out of the picture as Maj comes in from behind with a spinning heel kick! Ragin’ is left to contend with Kiyoshi’s kicks, but that doesn’t last for long as Ragin’ catches one leg and FORCES Kiyoshi backward with a palm against the chest. Ragin’ then picks up the sledgehammer Maj dropped in favor of his kicks and hefts it toward the rising Kiyoshi, pendulum-ing it into his skull like a croquet mallet! Kiyoshi jarrs upward then drops to the mat. Logan Black checks him out, then declares him unconscious!

MA: Kiyoshi Nakahata… is! ELIMINATED!!

JH: Damn shame, as Kiyoshi had quite the streak of eliminations there.

CM: Boo! Conspiracy against Red Cell!

CL: Oh, please…

Maj Tahal LEVELS Toan with a discus clothesline before turning around to see Ragin’ wielding that sledgehammer over the fallen Nakahata. His eyes widen and he tears down a matching hammer from the wall. He lets out a shrill war cry and Ragin’ turns to see him charging. Ragin’ swings his hammer to meet Maj’s challenge, but the head of his weapon flies off and clangs into the wall of the cage!

CM: HA! It’s like Smash Brothers!

Ragin’ holds his hammer--er… stick… against the shaft of Maj’s hammer and the two battle for control when Maj decides to send a leg between Ragin’s! Ragin’ drops to his knees and Maj locks in a chancerie that he quickly turns into a spinning DDT! Ragin’s head spikes off the canvas!

JH: We’re looking at the two freshest men in this match, as Toan is resting in the corner.

Indeed, Toan is leisurely sitting in the corner a la Raven, breathing and watching the two go at it. Tahal cinches Ragin’s foot to offer an Indian Deathlock, but Ragin’ won’t have it. He twinks his ankle’s position and Maj tastes the mats! Ragin’ rises fairly quickly, snaring up Maj and hoisting him into the air to DRIVE him into a rib breaker!

JH: The Master of Rage mounting a comeback!

CL: He’s gonna win.

CM: No, Toan is!

JH: Maj Tahal is still in this match as well, folks!

Ragin’ hoists Maj up in a bid to use a modified Eat ‘Buckle against the cage wall! He spearheads Maj that way, but Maj struggles and slides through Ragin’s grasp, SLAMMING the Russian Jackal face-first into the bars!

JH: Oooh! Smart counter by Maj Tahal! He’s really holding his own against Ragin’, which is DAMN impressive!

Maj nods slowly, lifting up the fallen sledgehammer and placing the head in his palm before SMASHING it into the back of Ragin’s head and subsequently sending Ragin’s face once more into the bars! He pulls back, AND NAILS HIM AGAIN!!!

CL: What a vicious streak! Maj could be the next horrorcore representative on ReVolt!

CM: Fat chance! He’d fight for hardcore ANY day!

JH: Is that ALL you two can talk about!?

CL: No. I think you’ll find I’m rather excited about the crimson mask Ragin’s donning. G’hee! BLOOD!

Ragin’ is indeed bleeding, but the light is leaving his eyes as the head trauma is blurring his vision. Maj drops the hammer and spins Ragin’ around. Ragin’ throws a fist that catches Tahal SQUARE on the cheekbone, almost INSTANTLY bruising him, but Tahal grits his teeth and sallies forth, driving a foot into Ragin’s abdomen and locking in a chancerie!

JH: This could be it for Ragin’, folks. And believe me; I NEVER thought I’d hear myself say those words so surely.

CL: Yeah, well you’re about to eat them. This is the man that won the CUBE! He’s going to fight out of this!

Maj HOISTS Ragin’ skyward and holds him for as long as he can with Ragin’ twisting and moving the way he is.

CL: Aaaaaannny second now…

Tahal takes a quick run and DRIVES Ragin’s head into the “protective” mats, and Ragin’ JERKS and lies flat. Tahal stands up and washes his boot across Ragin’s mug as Logan Black checks…

CL: C’mon… get up, dammit!

MA: RRRRRRAGIN’! IS! EEEEELIMINATED!!!

CL: NOOOOOO!!!

JH: I’m in a bit of shock myself! I always knew Maj was a talented wrestler and a great ring general, but you’ve gotta believe this victory over Ragin’ is only going to be the start of an even more stellar career for him here in the FIW!!

CM: You’ve gotta believe Ragin’ is gonna wanna CREAM his ass when he wakes up! Heh.

Maj barely has time to breathe before Toan BLITZES from his position in the corner of the cage and latches on to Tahal with an Asiatic Spike submission hold!

CM: SPIDER IN THE BRAIN!!! SPIDER IN THE BRAIN!!!

Maj struggles against the blackening at the edges of his eyes after the tiring match, throwing all the limbs and joints he can to back Toan off him, but Toan doesn’t seem to be letting go!

JH: That little rest break Toan took seems to be working out well for him!

CL: Shut the FUCK up, Bitchen! FIGHT IT, TAHAL! FIGHT IT!! YOU CAN’T LET TOAN WIN THIS!! IF YOU DO I WILL PERSONALLY KICK YOUR ASS!!!

Maj fights, but ultimately is too worn from his draining match. He slumps, drops, and finally succumbs to the spider in his brain with a defeated tap of the mats.

MA: Maj Tahal is eliminated by submission, which makes your winner and NEW! DUUUUAAAAL CROOOOOWN CONTENDERRRRR… … … TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!

CL: I DON’T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!

CM: YES!!! YES!!! THAT’S USING YOUR HEAD, TOAN!! THAT’S BEING RED CELL’S GLORIOUS CHAMPION!!

CL: He’s a champion by the Cell only! This is bullshit, and he’ll never make it past-- PAST THAT MAN RIGHT THERE!!

Tier has made his way out onto the stage, the belts on his shoulders and a dry look in his clear eyes. A smirk rests on his face and he stares at Toan from the stage, holding up his fingers to signify “two months”; the words he mouths as our cameras finally start to fade.

CL: Two months is right, folks! We have a new Dual Crown champion and a new crap challenger! Ragin’ is back and you’ve gotta believe he’ll be mad at Maj Tahal when he wakes up! What the fuck is going to happen on ReVolt this coming week? YOU WOULDN’T DAAAAARE FUCKING MISS IT!!!

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