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ReVolt; 12-13-06
Topic Started: Dec 14 2006, 04:42 AM (220 Views)
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GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE

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

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

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

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


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

HERE RIGHT NOW !!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

MIND ENDURANCE!!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


SO WRONG,
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG


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

1
2
3!!!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED


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

SO FUCKING DETERMINED
GO!!!
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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…. and nothing happens. The entryway stays empty.

JH: I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but… where the hell is Graver?

As if on cue, Graver seemingly gets shoved onstage. He turns around and flips off the black curtain before turning back and sighing at the crowd.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following triple threat contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!!

CM: Wow, Michael Anderson sounds funny tonight.

JH: He’s looking a bit off, too. Perhaps he’s feeling a bit under the weather?

Graver waves off MA and the fans, trudging to the ring to lean against the turnbuckle, arms folded across his chest. The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage…

[align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)
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…The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms.

MA: And his opponent… from Leamington Spa, England… weighing in tonight at 268 pounds… EEEEELLLLLLLRICK!!

CM: Ah, the Spike Dudley of the FIW.

JH: You take that back, Chip! Elrick is an accomplished athlete and he has a strong chance of earning victory tonight.

CM: Sure, if Graver falls asleep and Elrick happens to pin him while he’s unconscious.

Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father.

CL: Sabu he aint’.

He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. Black Feather Orchestra‘s “X” hits the loudspeakers and Elrick turns toward the entryway, keeping an eye on the crowd and the ringside, waiting for Daisuke the Crow to appear.

JH: Now, where’s he gonna come from this week?

Elrick moves toward the ropes near the timekeeper’s position and examines the area, scanning for Daisuke hiding under a table, perhaps. Meanwhile, behind him, Michael Anderson grabs his own neck and pulls backward on the skin, peeling it off his face and removing the attached wig to let loose a ponytail and reveal Daisuke the Crow! The fans boo and cheer at the same time (boo ‘cuz it’s Daisuke, cheer ‘cuz that was awesome) but Elrick barely has time to register they’ve begun making noise for seemingly no reason before Daisuke rolls forward, pops up, and DROPKICKS Elrick in the back, sending him sprawling over the top rope to the floor below.

CM: THAT MAN IS A GENIUS!!!

Daisuke holds his arms up to the crowd, a little bit of blackface visible around his neckline. The crowd, of course, shower him with boos. Except for Graver, who claps mildly. Mark Jackson marches over to Daisuke and gets in his face, yelling at him about proper form, impersonating a ring announcer, and so forth. This keeps Daisuke’s attention for long enough that Elrick wanders back inside the ring and SPEEDS toward his quarry, catching him in the crown with a yakuza kick!

CL: Anyone else noticing the irony of Elrick using a move titled after the Japanese mafia on a Japanese guy?

JH: Irony or not, Elrick just knocked one of his opponents flat, and judging by his actions in the ring last week and the course he’s taking this week, Daisuke’s the only opponent Elrick really has to worry about.

Elrick pulls Daisuke up by his hair, receiving an admonishment from Mark before he fires a sandwich made mostly of knuckles into the jaw of the Japanese weasel. Elrick fires another, another, and tries his luck at a fourth, but the rule is you only land THREE of any one move and Daisuke catches the fourth arm, pulling it downward into a--

CM: JUJIGATAME!!! JUJIGATAME!!!

CL: Even I have to mark for that move a little, let’s here it for Saku!

CM: Who?

CL: *weeps*

Elrick’s fist pounds the mat in mounting frustration, trying to earn himself the sheer force of will to push out of the move, but Daisuke has great leverage.

JH: Elrick needs to find a means out of this hold or it could mean an early end to the match, and that’s just what Daisuke wants.

Changing his strategy, Elrick reaches out for the closest set of ropes, which are regrettably still too far away. He curses under his breath and attempts to drag both himself and Daisuke by a single arm toward the ropes. Daisuke doesn’t seem to be interested in that plan, as he scrambles his legs to create resistance for Elrick. Chris finally collapses from all the strain and roars in frustration, pounding the mat once more. Mark Jackson is right there, asking Elrick if he needs to end the match. Elrick shakes his head, refusing to surrender, and tries once more to build energy for a comeback. The fans begin clapping along with the pounding of his fists and he HEEEAAAAAVES upward, but Daisuke still has superior leverage and Elrick collapses right back down to the mat!

JH: He almost had it! Elrick almost made it out of that Jujigatame!

CM: Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, Hitchen. This one’s in the bag for Daisuke.

Elrick bows his head in defeat and raises his hand to tap the mat JUST as Graver stomps on the back of Daisuke’s head!!!

CM: Hey, wow, Graver just did something! Something FUCKING STUPID.

Graver shouts something at Daisuke along the lines of “That was fucking boring, stop it. If I’ve gotta be out here you might as well entertain me,” before shuffling back to the corner. Elrick rolls away toward the ropes as he cradles his arm. Daisuke gets up and runs toward the retreating Graver, WHEELING him around before EXPLODING in his face with inky black mist!!

CM: BLACK MIST!! BLACK MIST!! GRAVER COULD BE BLINDED!!!

CL: Sure, if the mist melts through sunglasses…

Graver spits out a mouthful of the nastiness and whips of his glasses, crying out “what the FUCK was that!?” Daisuke positions himself to nail Graver in the head with some sort of kick, but Elrick has risen like some kind of crazy blonde Jesus and SHOVES Daisuke into the ropes and out of the way. Elrick gets into Graver’s face, yelling about interfering and the Revolution and so on. Graver just looks at him strangely, but even that doesn’t last long as Elrick scoops Graver up suddenly in a fall away slam position. He moves to the center of the ring, shouting “YOU WANNA BE IN THIS MATCH SO BAD!?” before swinging Graver’s body around and BURYING HIM IN THE CANVAS WITH A ONE-ARM SLAM!!!

JH: CAREER KILLER!! CAREER KILLER!!!

Elrick stands up and makes the Revolution’s “R” symbol with his hand, turning to show it to the other half of the crowd smugly before GETTING SHINING BACK BRAIN REVERSE CRESCENT KICKED BY DAISUKE THE CROW!!!

CM: HA!!! SHINING NINJA TRICK!!! EAT THE FUCK OUT OF THAT!!!

Daisuke dives into the pin, though not on Elrick. Instead he slides over Graver and hooks the leg.

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TWO!!




THREE!!!
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The bell rings, although Daisuke isn’t announced as victor, since we’re not really sure where Michael Anderson went. I’m sure he’ll be back for the next match.

JH: Well Daisuke the crow steals a victory RIGHT out of Elrick’s hands by pinning his victim in Graver.

CM: It was a smart strategy. Graver wanted no part in the match, and was less likely to kick out of a pin. Daisuke is indeed a wise ninja master.

CL: Oy vey…
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JH: Next up, folks… we have an extreme clash of wrestling styles… it’s the speed and spirit of Kailey Lane going against the raw and unadulterated power of Prime.

CL: Do the words “I don’t give a crap” spring to mind?

CM: Yeah… a hoss is a big pill to swallow for Conse.

CL: Are you intentionally trying to get me to hit you for that terrible, terrible pun or are you just as stupid as you look?

Michael Anderson takes centre stage as he brings the microphone to his mouth…

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

The crowd give a few scattered cheers here and there from some of the more rowdy fans of Japan… ‘cause anyone who’s up on the business knows they’re becoming more vocal these days…

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

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

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

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


JH: Japan has been known for their love of big wrestlers… Stan Hansen, Vader, Bob Sapp… the list goes on and on.

CL: Yes, and we know someone ELSE who’s likes big, oiled-up wrestlers, don’t we?

CM: Yeah, and I’m looking at him.

CL: No, you’re looking at me.

CM: Exactly.

*DONK!*

CM: Ow!

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

Michael Anderson holds up the microphone to his mouth once again as both wrestlers stand in their corners…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit… your referee is The Truth.

The Truth nods softly at the mention of his name…

MA: In the red corner… from San Diego, California and weighing in tonight at three-hundred and ten pounds… this is… PRIIIIIIME!!!

Prime raises his arms with a sneer as the crowd give him a relatively mixed reaction given that Japanese fans are relatively more inclined to not make big assumptions about wrestlers by their appearance.

MA: And in the blue corner… from Nashville, Tennessee and weighing in tonight at one-hundred and thirty-seven pounds… this is… KAILEEY LANE!!!!

Kailey smiles and waves to the crowd as they give her a decent number of cheers being that she’s such a glorious ray of sunshine on their lives.

Michael Anderson exits the ring as The Truth asks both wrestlers if they’re ready before signalling for the bell…


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Straight from the get go, Prime charges at Kailey… who quickly slides under his feet to avoid a possibly unpleasant experience with the three-hundred pound plus former bodybuilder.

Prime turns around to be met with a picture-perfect dropkick by the Southern Belle that staggers him back into the turnbuckle.

JH: Fast-paced action straight from the get-go! A dropkick by Kailey Lane sends Prime into the corner turnbuckle!

CL: Yes, we can see that.

CM: Ahem… no we can’t.

CL: Did you suffer a concussion or something? Look at your monitor, dumbass.

CM: *whispers* We’re not real!

CL: OK, I really should punch you harder next time.

Back to the action…

Kailey Lane jumps on top of Prime, standing on the middle rope and unleashing a flurry of closed fists to the head of the titanic wrestler!

The Truth is right there, officiating as he should be… in a rather creative manner as he flicks a card with a number out from under his wrist, flashing the number of the card in Kailey’s face as technically what she’s doing is illegal.

However, whilst this is going on Prime manages to get his bearings and muscle Kailey almost effortlessly out of the turnbuckle, walking along to the centre of the ring and planting her down with a heavy Spinebuster right in the middle of the ring!!

JH: WHAT A SPINEBUSTER!!!

CL: Yes… her spine must be shattered right now, right Chip?

CM: …I hate you.

Prime stands back up as Kailey clutches at her back, the proverbial picture of pain etched into her face as Prime begins showboating as all arrogant heels do in matches…

Kailey begins to crawl towards the ropes as Prime yells about how he’s perfection personified and so on before laying a heavy boot straight into the middle of the back of the downed Kailey Lane.

Prime then clamps on the famed Camel Clutch on Kailey, wrenching back possibly with the intension of emulating the Iron Sheik’s incoherent claim of breaking backs, fucking ass and making them humble as I chuckle to myself at how many people actually will know what I’m on about.

Kailey screams in agony as her spine and neck gets bent in ways that nature didn’t intend her to get bent as The Truth asks for a submission, getting an emphatic “no” from Kailey…

JH: What guts by Kailey not to submit, even in this early stage of the match.

CM: Duh!

Prime, feeling insulted by the lack of submission, throws Kailey into the canvas and stomps on her back one more time…

Prime brings Kailey up to a vertical base and sends her across the ring to the ropes before swinging back and delivering a devastating Clothesline before flexing his Herculean bicep and kissing it in a very Scott Steiner-esque fashion.

CM: Kiss This!

CL: I’d rather punch you again.

Prime kneels over to cover the writhing carcass of Kailey Lane but before The Truth can make a count he lifts her back up, shaking his head before throwing Kailey against the ropes again for yet another “Kiss This” Clothesline…

Prime swings but hits nothing but air as Kailey ducks the clothesline and spikes the gargantuan former World Champion with a Lung Blower Backbreaker!!!

JH: LUNG BLOWER!!!!

Prime flops over onto his stomach and stumble back up to his feet as Kailey gets up, house of fire and all that before flying in with the-

JH: KAILEY KLUB!!

-which all of us know as the Polish Hammer but Prime doesn’t go down. Kailey gets a head of steam off the ropes and delivers a second Kailey Klub on Prime… but still he doesn’t go down, much rather just staggers if as losing his balance.

Kailey fires up Kobashi-style before coming off the ropes once again and delivers the Kailey Klub that sends the titanic monster down!!

Kailey with a cover!


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CM: Only one!

Prime storms back up and grabs Kailey by her blonde locks… The Truth admonishes Prime for the blatantly illegal tactic but is unable to stop the psychopathic former bodybuilder. Without warning he locks in the full nelson submission hold he is so infamous in using, and wrenches back on it as Kailey winces and groans in pain, roughly he throws her about while in it to further add to the agony. The Truth attempts to check on the hold to make sure it isn’t illegal and to check on Lane but the Excellence of Evolution is flinging her smaller frame around far too much to let the ref do his job.

JH: Good lord! Prime’s got that full nelson locked in tight and isn’t giving Kailey any room!

CM: This is it! The end!

Impressively, she fights through the pain she is suffering and starts’ heading towards the ropes at an incredibly slow rate, Prime is attempting to ensure that all three hundred and ten pounds of his body prevents her from making it. Inch by inch she nears the ropes, her eyes burning holes nearly into the plastic covering on them and her finger tips stretching as far as they can to get to even just one, her tongue licking her lips.

CL: At this rate, the psychopath is going to fucking break her arms!

JH: Kailey, don’t risk your career for the sake of your pride! If you tap now, nothing will happen, he’ll have to let go!

Ignoring the pleads of Hitchen, the FIW Diva still tries to reach for the sacred salvation of the ropes and Prime’s eyes grow brighter and brighter with an unholy and unnatural fury, the kind of look that a predator has when it wants to end the life of another being. After all this time Kailey slowly lifts up her hand, it along with the rest of her body trembling in pain, her expression etched out in pure discomfort, and then she does it…she grabs a hold of the top rope!

JH: She did it! She did it! Kailey got to the ropes!


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CL: Now the bastard had to let go.


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CM: Guys…he isn’t letting go of the hold.


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JH: How down right deplorable of Prime! Keeping the hold on and making the referee actually get this far into his count!


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CL: He looks like he zoned the fuck out, I’m not even sure if he hears the referee’s count.


[align=center]5~!

DING DING DING!
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JH: Break the darn hold, Prime! Break it!


A low hissing of jeers creeps out from the Hiroshima crowd at Prime’s disregard for the rules as he still has the full nelson locked in on Kailey Lane. The Truth tries to tell him to release it but Prime doesn’t even acknowledge the statement. FIW’s magical referee then grabs a hold of Prime’s arms and tries to pry him off of Kailey, though no such luck.

MA: Your winner via disqualification…Kailey Lane!

This announcement is for the most part ignored since Prime is still holding onto the submission and Lane is still crying out in pain. Finally the southern fighter plants her foot against the middle rope. In the blink of an eye she scales right up the middle rope and up the top, flipping over her foe’s massive build. Prime loses his balance and releases the hold when he tumbles to the mat, with Kailey rolling out to the ringside area.

JH: That fiend! He could’ve seriously hurt Kailey if he had left that submission on! What is wrong with him?!

CM: That was great! I love this new mean streak in Prime!

Kailey raises her arms in victory and gets a standing ovation from the respectful Japanese fans, even a few holding up Kailey signs. She smiles weakly at them and waves, heading to the back as Prime slowly gets back up to his feet. The mad man growls out a roar which brings Truth’s attention back to the big man.

CL: What the fuck is he up to now?

JH: Truth…get out of there…Truth, get out of there!

However, it is too late, Prime barrels forward and takes the Truth’s head off with a massive lariat, he picks up the referee’s limp body with ease and raises him up onto his shoulders, damn near spiking him neck first down with the Authority Bomb! FIW officials storm the ring, the first one gets met with a vicious spinebuster from the big man! Soon to follow, Prime takes the second official down with a belly to belly suplex! A third FIW Official gets a big boot and then an Authority Bomb for his troubles as security heads towards the ring!

CM: Get ‘em! Get ‘em! Ah ha! This is great!

JH: Prime’s becoming a monster! Twice is a row now he’s snapped and has assaulted innocent people!

CM: Heh, if I were those security guards, I wouldn’t fuck with him.

It seems they telepathically heard Conse’s comment, since as soon as they hit the ringside area, the secutity guards stop dead in their tracks and just look up at Prime. The big man flashes a demented smile as he stares down at the twisted and mangled bodies of the Truth and three FIW officials; he whips his head back and heads towards the ropes. FIW’s secutity team scatters a bit when the deranged monster drops to the ringside floor, they are all nearly shaking in their boots as he passes them one by one, a unstable look in his eyes while the Japanese crowd remains in a hush.

JH: Just how far will this mad man go?! And who in the world will be able to stop him?!

CM: If I had to put money on it, I’d say no one can stop Prime with his new found attitude, not even the rule book.

CL: And that’s perhaps the scariest thing about this situation, no one can stop Prime but Prime himself….
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MA: The Following Trios Contest is Scheduled for One Fall, to a 15 Minute Time Limit!

The house lights drop suddenly to blackness, prompting the crowd's excitement.

[align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..."

RISE!
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Mushroomhead's "Damage Done" squeals and thunders across the sound system as flames ignate onstage to form a formidable wall. Through those flames step the Revolution; Grant Rice and Extreme Ninja #2!

[align=center]Get the hammers high!
Get in line to get fucked up!
Get the hammers high!
Get fucked up![/align]

Tier nods his head to the music and moves toward the ring, the rest of the Revolution training behind him. He approaches the ring proper and climbs up onto the apron, the rest following in their own fashion. The lights suddenly BURN red as the squeals return.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen! At a combined weight of Four Hundred and Forty Eight Pounds... Grant Rice, Extreme Ninja #2 … THE! RRRRREEEEEVOOOOOOLUUUUUUUUUUUSHUUUUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!

The two members of the Revolution all assemble in the ring. They each move to a turnbuckle and raise high their "R" hand sign, prompting mighty cheers.

[align=center]GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP!
GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART!
GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART!
GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP!
DON'T DOUBT THE HATE THAT'S INSIDE OF MY HEART!
GONNA BREAK HUMANITY JUST IN SPITE OF ME!
GAZE INTO MY EYES AND YOU'LL FIIIIIIIIIIIND!!![/align]


The music fades out and the lights return to normal, the fans at a fevered pitch.

With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the three ReVoltrons and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the concrete stage. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the entirety of the elevated stage where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like a religious worshipper before their God.

[align=center]Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say[/align]

MA: And their partner, from Bogorodskoye, Russia; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Eight Pounds… This. Is. RAAAAAAAAAAGGGGIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN’!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CL: Eh, we’ll be ok without this guy, I reckon. He hasn’t bothered to show his face in Ebisu knows how long.

This is the prompt for a flash of light and a series of small explosions around the stage and ReVoltrons before two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight appearing on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down past the press of females on the concrete stage, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step. The women get to their feet and depart as soon as the Russian start to walk down the steps from the stage.

As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring.

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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Kiyoshi Nakahata leads the group out, in a camouflaged version of his usual hooded coat, as ever, with the hood pulled right up over his face.

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

The newest member of the Cell, Maj Tahal walks behind him along with Momoko Wakari armed with her trademark Stop Sign, sickle and staple gun trailing not far behind…

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

"U R now entering the Kingdom Of Pain"

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

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

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

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

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

No mitigating circumstance
No! No! No! No!

No lawyers fees, no second chance
No! No! No! No!”
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Kiyoshi gets to the ring first and, oblivious to the rest of the group, takes his usual stroll around the apron.

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

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

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

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

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

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

No mitigating circumstance
No! No! No! No!

No lawyers fees, no second chance
No! No! No! No!”
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Maj stands proudly in the centre of the ring and removes his shades, looking out with a contemptuous glare at the fans as Kiyoshi reaches the team’s corner, vaulting up onto the top and checking his hood before 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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LOBO exits the ring as all the rest of the faction remain inside as Mijutso politely takes the house microphone off Michael Anderson for Red Cell’s personal introductions…

Mijutso: And their most glorious and unstoppably awesome opponents of total oppositionyness; 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!!! And also at ringside… the Shooter from Shinjuku, 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!!! … Introducing first, from the Legendary Fighting Prefecture of Aichi; weighing in at One Hundred and Twenty Kilograms, he plays guitar in the Black Feather Orchestra; the Judo King of FIW and, by extension, the world… NAKAHATA KI-YOOOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIIII!!!!!

Kiyoshi fails to acknowledge the introduction. Mostly because Mijutso failed to correctly identify his instrument.

Mijutso: And his… erm my… uhh… Our partner, from Saitama City, Saitama, she plays the flute in… OUCH!!!! Momoki Wakari…

Mijutso did half arse that one, mostly because he was rubbing his head. Momoko, as happy as Kiyoshi was with his introduction took a mallet out of nowhere [possibly Mallet-space,] and belted Mijutso with it. For those keeping track, the mallet has since vanished from whence it came [possibly Mallet-space]. For the last one, Mijutso drops to his knees and delivers it pointing to the sky.

Mijutso: And finally, from Bombay, Michigan; Playing the Heartstrings of all the girls in th-

Thankfully, that’s all he gets to do. Grant Rice takes the offensive almost straight to Kiyoshi. Unfortunately, Momoko is in his way, and he takes the Wicked Bitch from the East for a tour of the arena instead. Ragin’ follows suit with Maj, leaving Kiyoshi and Extreme Ninja staring at each other from across the ring.

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

CL: About fucking time. Let’s go!

CM: Yeah, let’s hurry up the end of the Revolution!

Taking his coat off and dropping it to ringside, Kiyoshi reveals that he’s forsaken his Red Cell uniform. Even Maj has made a bit of an effort, wearing a red and black night camo patterned version of his usual baggy trousers and curly toed boots. Yes, I am making the bit about the boots up. When Kiyoshi steps down, they bow slightly to each other and Ninja sprints across for a Hurricanrana, which he gets thrown out of; ducks Kiyoshi’s Lariat[o], has a High Kick blocked and pushes the Judo Sensei back with a flurry of martial arts goodness, including kicks and knees and forearms and stuff, meanwhile…

CL: Hah, you outmoded bottom-feeding Red Cell fuckwits; The Revolution will show you how to take a fight around an arena!

JH: Ragin’ isn’t part of the Revolution, Constance.

CL:

JH: If it makes you feel any better, Grant seems to be doing ok, despite the 3 on 1 odds he’s facing

CL: Since when does Mijutso count as anything more than minus a person in a fight?

JJ. tries to take control of happenings on the outside, notably going to sort out Ragin’ and Maj, who seem to have no intention of sorting out their differences like civilised gentlemen, as evidenced by the fact both are on the verge of chair shots. Duelling chair ensues until JJ. Eventually threatens them both with disqualification and the promise that security would separate them before they could carry on any more. Not so much as the DQ as the fact that their fight would be curtailed if they continue, they throw the chairs at each other and return to their respective corners.

JH: But Grant Rice’s situation has taken a-

CM: Cram it, JR, you are witnessing a superlative display of Anti-Horrorcore teamwork in action.

JH: Staple guns and illegal interference? Disp-

CL: Leave it, Bitchen. Grant Rice can take it. The man has Grimace as a regular partner, if you can carry his fluffy purple ass, you’ll do ok whatever.

Even if it takes a referee to bail him out. Yes, you read that right; JJ., fed up of arguing with wrestlers put his own Lucha Libre training into action, wiping all four of them, Momoko, Mijutso, LOBO and Grant out. He bundles Momoko and Grant into the ring, as EN – who has been fighting with Kiyoshi all this time - gets Kiyoshi in a Hurricanrana Pin

[align=center]One!

Two!!

JJ. Starts the Official Count!!!


One! Three!!!

Two!!

Kiyoshi Kicks Out!!!
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The Ninja could has snatched it there if JJ. was paying attention and not channelling the spirit of El Santo. Not wishing to hit a man from behind as he makes a reasonable argument with the ref, Kiyoshi rolls back up on one knee to wait and gets tagged by Momoko. JJ. acknowledges it, and shrugs to EN#2, who falls prey to Momoko’s lack of Kiyoshi’s scruples and eats forearms to the back of the head. Many forearms to the back of the head. And a Low Blow. And a Face Crusher before JJ. can tell her off, also taking the time to make a pin.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Grant Makes The Save!!![/align]


By wiping out Momoko with a low altitude UZI. He in turn eats a knee from a slightly irate Kiyoshi, who wasn’t amused by that lack of sportsmanship or chivalry [I’m not totally sure which,] from Grant Rice. Shiro-chan gets a running elbow from Ragin’ who gets finished off by a Running Swinging DDT from Maj Tahal. The cycle of moves gets finished by EN with a Step Enzui Giri, leaving everyone down for a few seconds. Kiyoshi and Grant are the first two up, and Grant has to be held back from the Judo Sensei as he cautiously backs to his corner. Ragin’ is the next to exit as he’s been spun back to his corner anyway, followed by Maj who simply rolls out and takes the long way out, jaw-jacking with Ragin’.

CM: Finally, A match with the Doughboy without the boring holds!

With that pearly wisdom, Momoko and EN get back on with it, picking themselves up and throwing themselves once more into the fray, which mostly consists of each other, at this point, violent flailing at each other. Momoko gets the advantage due to EN’s fatigue and forces him back until his only option is fly like a bird, or a ninja towards his corner for diving tag to Grant Rice. His first act is to demand Kiyoshi gets into the ring. The white haired

CL: Coward

Merely looks on, completely indifferent to the situation. Momoko tries to forearm Rice back, but he hurls her in the direction of the Red Cell corner, so Kiyoshi elects to tag in then; circling his would-be challenger, who stands in the middle and dares him to take a Test of Strength.

CL: Is Nakahata wussing out on a challenge? I thought he had Fighting Spirit and all that crap.

CM: I don’t know. I don’t even like him that much. It’s only ‘cause he’s it pisses you off that I pretend to care.

In the end, Kiyoshi rolls his eyes and takes the easiest Shoulder Throw he’ll ever get. Point proven, he goes to tag out but gets caught with the Call 911! At least, he would have got caught if there wasn’t a 10 second delay between lifting him up and slamming him down. Kiyoshi takes a headlock and rolls it over, into a pin.

[align=center]One!

Immediate Kick Out!!
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Kiyoshi goes for the tag out… But gets caught in a Schoolboy!!!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three…?

Not Quite!!!
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Kiyoshi rolls out of it, and clamps on that Triangle Choke, which took up so much space against Onikage, but here is less use, as all it gets is a disappointingly immediate rope break. A tag out follows a characteristically clean break; leaving Maj Tahal ready and raring to go... But only against Ragin’. With the man he was targeting gone, Grantland Rice tags out and the crowd politely applaud, as they have done for everything that’s gone on in this match. The two meet in the centre of the ring, in something of an argumentative shoving match. The two exchange body-slams; Maj first, so that when Ragin’ does slam him, he deftly counters it into a front cradle.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

The Master of Rage Powers Out!!!
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Obliterating the cradle, Ragin’ goes to obliterate Maj’s face with a storming flurry of right hands, sending him off the ropes to continue the cranial assault with a Lariat[o], which send Maj landing on his front!

JH: And Ragin’ calls for the finish already…?

CL: I suppose he’s after quick revenge for those two falls.

JH: Still, I would have thought it would be much too early for a Feature Remover…

Nevertheless, Maj is up and as Ragin’ gets his own Features Removed by Momoko’s stop sign in his face… Courtesy of Maj! With Mijutso holding up a sign poking fun at JJ.’s feather boa, Momoko hands Maj the sign, who then belts Ragin’ with it, over and over again! Maj passes it back to Momoko who cuts off EN’s attempt at a save with her own Can’t Stop Momoko!

JH: Where the hell is the ref?

CL: I know, shouldn’t he be joining in this carnage soon?

Grant also goes to join the fun, but by now JJ.’s in sufficient control to order him back to his corner. The only person not involved in all of these shenanigans was Kiyoshi, who now takes the tag from Maj, rolling his eyes at this scene. Kiyoshi, quite eager to actually face the Master of Rage, winds up his arm for a…

JH: LAAARIIIIIAA-

CL: Eat Buckle, fool!

JH: Oh…

Simple enough, really. Next up is the Face Wrecker from the Revolution corner, which the Red Cell can’t be doing with, and charge in for the save. EN takes Momoko out with a Springboard Dropkick; Maj avoids Grant Rice, just enough to swat at the top rope, disturbing the Russian Bear’s balance; Kiyoshi takes this slight opportunity for a Top Rope…

JH: IIIIPPPOOOOOO-

CM: Would stop that? Some of us are trying to watch the match!

Ragin’s not so clumsy that he can’t land on his feet from that, unfortunately, he ends up with his back to Kiyoshi which, as anyone who knows what Kiyoshi’s actual finisher is will tell you, is a bad idea.

JH: DOOOOOJIIII-Ouch! Which one of you was that?

CL & CM: Wasn’t me.

Dojime Sleeper time, with Kiyoshi jumping forward as hard as he can to take Ragin’ into the middle of the ring. With The Extreme Ninja and Momoko having a rumble at ringside, squabbling over the Stop Sign, it’s left to Grant Rice to save the day…

CM: But He Can’t!!! Bahahiaihaiahaiha!!!

CL: Don’t you start…

The Bhaia takes out Grant Rice! Ragin’s trapped, with nowhere to go, unless he can drag himself and a man with over a decade’s experience in choking people out, who doesn’t way any considerable amount less than him in completely the opposite direction towards the nearest ropes. A valiant effort, he makes, but in the end he’s forced to smack the mat in submission…

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

MA: Here are your winners, By Submission; Nakahata Kiyoshi, Wakari Momoko, Maj Tahal… RED CELL!!!

And just like that, the match is over; The Hunt blares over the speaker and Mijutso, Maj and Momoko celebrate their victory with all manner of dancing and taunting. Only LOBO looks concerned, as his eyes follow Kiyoshi, who is already in on his way to the back. With his breath back, Ragin’ stares at the distance to the ropes before storming off through the crowd. Grant Rice isn’t finished with Kiyoshi, getting in his face as he walks back up the aisle, but EN #2 puts a hand on his shoulder to hold him back.

The camera cuts away from the ringside area and to a chest that is covered by a black shirt, this shirt reads "Lucy". Slowly the image pans out to reveal the rest of the person and that it is in fact Lucy, Xtreme Kitten's manager. She is storming through the backstage area with a passion, walking at quite the fast pace. A few interns narrowly avoid getting walked right over by her as she heads to wherever she is heading.

Lucy turns the corner and the determination on her face intensifies when she spots some thing up ahead. Her pace is nearly a jog and her eyes narrow, zeroing in on her target. Quickly she reaches out and places a hand on the shoulder of some thing or some one. The camera zips around to unveil the person who the shoulder belongs to.

The hideous leather mask turns and looks down at Lucy from over his shoulder, Onikage giving a simple grunt. He is standing in front of a locker room door that is labelled his own and appears to be holding some thing. Though by the camera's position and his back still to it can't be seen. Lucy's determined look turns into a rather pleasant and rather fake smile.


Lucy: I need to talk to you.

This statement receives at first a second grunt from Onikage before he turns his head back to face his door.

Onikage: I'm busy, leave me and come back some other time.

Onikage tries to take a step forward to be close enough to open his door, but is stopped. The thing that stops him is the grasp Lucy's hand has on his shoulder tightening, making his body twitch slightly.

Lucy: Now.

A hiss like growl seeps out from behind the mask and he lowers his head, the multi-colored locks falling down onto his mask. He stands in place and waits in silence, after she's confident enough, she let's go of his shoulder.

Onikage: ....What is it that you want?

Lucy: Did you forget already?

She stares at him blankly as he peaks back behind his shoulder again, his facial features behind the mask showing curiosity.

Lucy: You know...that thing I got Kitten to agree to do with you a few months back. Nothing too important or special, just some thing to ensure you two idiots don’t kill each other. So that we can all try and get on with our lives without hearing you two whine about the subject any more. You know....the truce you two agreed upon?

Onikage: Hmph, if you don't want to hear it, then don't watch what I have to say.

Lucy nods her head with a very animated amazed expression on her face.

Lucy: Why by George, why didn't I think of that?! ....Oh yeah, now I remember, because even if I do avoid listening to your rants. Kitten normally finds some way to stumble upon actually watching them. Then I have to listen to him for weeks on end complain about them and tell me his side of the story. Its bad enough when he is making stuff up like his theory about the new General Manager, I don't need you supplying him with material.

Onikage: All I want is one match, after that, Wolfgang and you can continue to live your lives and I can do the same. The truce shall be placed back into affect and every thing will be right with the world once more. In the mean time, I suggest you invest in a good set of ear plugs. Since I am having my match against Wolfgang, and I will be the one who wins.

Roughly she shoves the Straight Edge Artist, which only serves to turn him slightly. She pokes a finger into his chest as she glares at him.

Lucy: No, what we are going to do is go see Kitten. Then you can apologize for making such a ridiculous challenge in the first place and every thing will be fine. Since with my luck, if we do give you that one match, he'll go into it arrogant. And last time he went into a title match over confident, that reject aussie with the blue hair took his title, look at what happened to him, I don't think any of us want to see something similar happen to you.

Without giving him a chance to protest she grabs his right hand, trying to drag him along. Though, given the sheer difference in weight, she isn't making it very far with him. It is then that a small crunch rings out the hall way and brings her attention back to him. Once again a small hiss like growl creeps out of Onikage's throat.

Onikage: Let....go....of me!

He yells and throws her back; a small piece of whatever he is holding dropping to the floor as she stumbles back. Seemingly Lucy broke whatever Onikage is holding when she grabbed his hand. Lucy loses her balance and her eyes go wide and her arms flail about from the push. Like some thing out of a car wreck, she trips on a cable and crashes into some of the technical gear boxes.

A loud thud rings out when the back of her head collides with the edge of the boxes. Her body slowly slumps down beside it, falling limp as she loses consciousness. FIW's masked oddity looks at her for a few moments and grumbles, opening his locker room door and disappearing into his room. The camera zooms in on Lucy's fallen form when a staff member walks onto the scene.

Toby's eyes grow wide and he races to Lucy's side, kneeling down beside her. The young man's face grows deathly pale when he notices some thing just as the camera zooms in on it. A small trickle of blood runs down from the back of Lucy's skull and onto the box. He quickly looks around to see if any one else is near by, possibly not seeing what caused this.


Toby: Help! Some body, help! We need some help over here!

Bostock wails on and on for some assistance and the camera pans away from the two and to the door. Zooming in on the plate the reads "Onikage" before fading to commercial.
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JH: …No words can describe what we just saw ladies and gentlemen, Onikage truly is a low down and disgusting being.

CM: Think Kitten knows about what just happened?

CL: No, I doubt the fucker realizes since he’s probably heading out here.

CM: Think we should tell him?

CL: Do you want to be the guy that gets to tell Kitten that his main squeeze just got knocked silly by his former best friend?

JH: Whoever does deliver the news to him, I pray for their souls, as they’ll be getting a taste of what Onikage is going to get when Kitten finds out…


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the next scheduled contest for this edition of ReVolt is set for a thirty minute time limit with one fall to a finish. Your official for this match is Tony Clarke and it is for…the F! I! W! Undisputed International Championship!


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

MA: On his way to the ring at this time, from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds 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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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: What is with the fucking flowers any ways? Is Nightmare’s day job Tuxedo Mask or a member of Team Rocket or some thing?

JH: …Uh…what?

CM: Anime references, don’t worry, I don’t understand them beyond that either.


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; 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 and walks down the stairs and walks towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten stops 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. The music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten heads 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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Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match.


MA: And introducing the champion…He hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds and stands at six feet and three inches…He is your reigning FIW Undisputed International Champion and the holder of most successful defenses, most reigns and longest reign with said title…HE! IS! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!!


CM: His entrance just isn’t the same without Lucy…

CL: Yeah, not nearly enough tits and ass to satisfy all the horny teenagers and Chip.

JH: In either case, it’ll be interesting to see if Kitten can keep a hold of the championship tonight or if we’ll see a new champion crowned.


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


Right out of the gate the Prince of Pain charges out of his corner and looks for his signature lariat, though Kitten ducks out of the way and he hits buckle. Nightmare winces slightly from colliding with the steel and the feline fighter is right on him, grabbing his hurting arm. The two men struggle for a bit and the fans sit on the edge of their seats, trying to figure out what Kitten is doing to Nightmare in his corner. Suddenly he walks out of it as Nightmare continues to struggle, having tied Nightmare’s arms together around the top rope like he was at some type of rodeo. The reigning champion takes a bow as the hiss like low jeers of the Japanese crowd invade Nightmare’s and his ear drums.

JH: How disrespectful Kitten is!

CM: Ha, wonder if Kitten was a boy scout when he was younger, he certainly seems to know how to tie a knot.

CL: More like Nightmare has fewer brain cells than he has tattoos, and so even some thing that simple he can’t get out of.

Tony isn’t quite sure what to make of the tied up self proclaimed royalty, that doesn’t stop Xtreme Kitten from getting an idea or two about what to do. He leans into the corner and mockingly, not even trying to hurt him, throws a few open hand slaps at Nightmare’s head. The Prince of Pain shouts out in rage and tries to jerk his head to hit Kitten’s hands but the champion simply slinks back away from the corner. A big grin is on his face under his mask as he heads to the opposite corner of the ring. He turns around and sprints back into the corner, leaping up and cracking the helpless Nightmare in the jaw with his Kao Loi knee strike!

CL: Heh, look at Nightmare’s head bobble like it was one of those fucking toys.

JH: At this rate this match isn’t going to go very long!

CM: Kitten is simply starting back up where he left off before that bump in the road known as Vinj occurred.

Still a bit dazed, Nightmare wakes up quickly when Xtreme Kitten delivers a few more mocking open hand slaps to the head. Kitten merely ignores the jeers and Nightmare’s shouts of rage as he almost prances over to the opposite corner again. He turns around and once again races towards the turnbuckle, leaping into the air. Sadly for the champ, Nightmare just at that moment finally frees his arms from their binding. In mid-air the Prince of Pain catches Kitten and swings the two of them around gracefully before hitting the End of Days!

CM: Crap!

JH: End of Days! End of Days! Nightmare is going for the cover!


[align=center]1![/align]


CL: I’m torn between how fucking annoying Barney is and my love for Tier and all things Revolution.

CM: God am I glad I don’t have such inner conflictions, kick out Kitten!


[align=center]TW-NO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!
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JH: Darn it! Nightmare was quite close to ending this match early on and bringing yet another championship into the Revolution camp!

CL: Least this ends my confliction…for now.

The Revolutionary holds up three fingers and gets only two in return from the senior referee of FIW, and replies with a disappointed sigh. He gets up to his massive vertical base and waits with a burning desire for Kitten. Slowly but surely the feline title holder brings his body back up to a vertical base as well, and nearly gets his head taken off with the Second Bullet! However, before he goes and falls on Nightmare, the big man grabs him and whips him forcefully into the ropes. The fans applaud when Xtreme Kitten nears Nightmare and the big man takes his head off this time with the Second Bullet number two, and drops down!

JH: The Second Bullet times two! The Second Bullet times two!

CL: It’s obvious the bastard is trying to end the match early and not give Kitten any more room to embarrass him again.


[align=center]1![/align]


CM: I would think just being Nightmare would be embarrassing enough.

JH: Har, har, har, Chip.


[align=center]2![/align]


CL: Gah…To cheer Nightmare because he is a Revolution member or to condemn him for being a would be Superman…so so torn…

CM: Go write a blog about it already online and shut the hell up.


[align=center]THR-NO!!

KICK OUT!
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JH: Good lord! Nightmare was so close it is heart breaking!

CL: Fuck you Chip, unlike some people around here, I’m not emo enough to have my own live journal.

Nightmare sits up in disbelief and pulls at his short locks, looking up at the lights with a look that tells the story, what in the world is it gonna take? A small chant of “Night-mure” rings out from the Japanese crowd that isn’t known for their chanting or their good English. He looks out at the fans and nods his head slowly, planting his hands against the mat and getting to his feet. Unfortunately, the side of Nightmare’s skull collides with Kitten’s foot when XK hits the Pele’ Kick. XK pants and gasps for air, groping at his sore neck from the lariats as he glares down at the fallen Nightmare.

CL: Damn it, Nightmare doing stupid things like taking too much time to get back on the advantage isn’t helping me like the ass hole.

JH: Kitten just showed that he isn’t quite out of this yet, though I doubt that single kick took Nightmare out of this for long either.

CM: No, it definitely ended his career, we might as well award the match to Kitten now and stop it. Don’t want to run the risk of Nightmare furthering getting injured after all, Kitten is a dangerous man.

Xtreme Kitten smacks the side of his thigh before lifting up his leg and arching it at the knee, bringing it down in garbage stomp, though also known as a Garvin Stomp. A thunderous smack echoes out, sadly, not from connecting with Nightmare’s skull. Rather from his foot hitting the canvas when the Prince of Pain rolled out of the way. The International Champion snarls and lifts up his leg, arching the knee and going for another. But much like the first attempt, this second attempt misses when Nightmare rolls out of the way.

CM: What the heck?! Did Nightmare gain Spidey sense and no one decided to tell Kitten or I?!

JH: That is one bug I think might be too big for Kitten to squash under his boot.

CL: You know, you comparing Nightmare to a insect isn’t all that flattering Bitchen.

It is then that Xtreme Kitten’s patience runs out, he starts unloading garbage stomp after garbage stomp in rapid fire, following right after Nightmare. Each stomp narrowly grows closer and closer to its target as the big man tries not to look back. Knowing full well that if he wastes even one second checking Kitten is going to flatten him under his boot. This exchange of sorts ends only when Nightmare runs out of room to dodge to and ends up in the ropes. Kitten grudgingly backs up at Tony’s commands and let’s Nightmare get to his feet and get out of the ropes.

JH: Look at how fast those two were going! Kitten was going so fast it was hard to even see his movements fully! And that says some thing when Nightmare was going fast enough to avoid those movements!

CL: That shit was like some thing out of the fucking Matrix or some thing!

CM: Wasn’t that great as it lacked the happy ending, Nightmare’s skull caving in.

One could argue it was a big mistake to create such a distance between the two of them, since as soon as he’s up, Nightmare barrels towards the champion. Uraken is what he attempts to use next to derail his bigger opponent, but to no avail. Nightmare ducks under it and buries his head into Kitten’s arm pit, scooping him up and carrying him right across the ring! Xtreme Kitten’s eyes widen and he frantically wiggles his arms and legs around, trying to get down. He only stops when Nightmare rams him spine first into the turnbuckle and puts him up on top of it, climbing up on the first buckle quickly.

CL: What the fuck?! Nightmare’s going to the top!

CM: Maybe he had one too many shots to the head, I don’t think that turnbuckle can support Kitten’s and his combined weight.

JH: It shows you just how far Nightmare is willing to go to get that win and the championship! He’s taking to a dangerous and unfamiliar area; there is well over five hundred pounds on that turnbuckle now for Pete sake!

The fans stop applauding like they have been since the stomp attempts and watch on in awe as Nightmare climbs up the turnbuckle very slowly. He grabs Kitten’s head and tries to throw it over his neck as he grabs a handful of tights, seemingly looking for a superplex. But instead he gets a few well placed head butts to his forehead from Xtreme Kitten. The Prince of Pain fires back with a few right hands and chops, and before long, the two are flat out brawling on the turnbuckle! Clarke tries to tell the two to get down immediately but neither listens as they keep firing back on each other.

CM: Fall! Fall! Fall! Come on Nightmare, fall!

JH: Nightmare is obviously in the advantage at the moment and with good reason. Kitten’s most deadly striking weapons, his legs, are neutralized in this position.

CL: I wouldn’t fucking rule him out yet, that cat is a sneaky one.

FIW’s Prince of Pain reels back and goes for an uppercut though he is cut off by a head butt from Kitten, and Kitten sees his opening. The feline fighter unleashes several rapid fire head butts, one right after another on the bigger man. It is just too much for Nightmare to withstand and he tumbles from the top of the turnbuckle. Afterwards it is then that Xtreme Kitten realizes just where he is and panics. His back arching and he screams in fright, slowly but in a oddly frantic sort of way tries to climb down.

JH: Xtreme Kitten certainly doesn’t like to be on that turnbuckle it would appear.

CL: Well, they say some cats are afraid of heights.

CM: I think I can only recall years back near his debut Kitten ever coming off of the turnbuckle.

In the middle of his climb down Nightmare starts to stir already, grabbing a hold of the middle rope and slowly getting back up to his feet. Xtreme Kitten notices and frowns lightly from behind his mask and looks at the ground below the turnbuckle and then at Nightmare. He does this looking between the two things quite a few times before he sighs as he balances on the second buckle. Like he is about to do the most painful thing ever, Kitten leaps off of the second buckle and cracks Nightmare on the side of his head with the Kao Loi! He rolls through after connecting while the Prince of Pain drops to the canvas and Tony starts his count.

CL: Fully fucking sick! Kitten damn near caved in Nightmare’s temple!

CM: Nightmare could be dead! Happy days!


[align=center]1!

2!

3!

4!
[/align]


JH: Why is Kitten shivering and holding himself?

CL: It looks like, by what little training in reading lips I have, he’s saying “Dirty” over and over again.


[align=center]5!

6!

7!

8!
[/align]


CM: Yup, that was his reaction last time he did some thing like that if I recall correctly.

JH: But…he didn’t even do it from the top, he only did it from the second buckle for Christ sake…


[align=center]9!

10!

DING DING DING~!!!
[/align]


CL: Darn it, and I guess it’s all the same to Kitten…


MA: Your winner by knock out….and STILL FIW Undisputed International Champion….XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTREEEEEEMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!!


CM: What a relief…

“Body Hammer” erupts over the sound system and there is a mild applause from the Japanese fans as Tony hands Kitten his championship. Xtreme Kitten’s shuddering and shivering ends once he holds the championship, a mild smile on his face. Clarke raises his hand in victory and then checks on Nightmare as Kitten heads to the back.

JH: Nightmare put up a strong effort, but in the end, I guess it just wasn’t enough…

CM: Damn right it wasn’t, Kitten’s going to go on a killing spree again with his second title reign! This time I heard he wants to try and get twenty defenses, ah ha!

Back from commercial and the parking lot is a buzz as we see EMTs rushing Lucy towards the awaiting ambulance on a stretcher. Toby rushes along side the stretcher looking worried. The EMTs waist no time getting the stretcher into the ambulance and they shut the doors, Toby watches as the emergency vehicle pulls away.

JH: Ah, Toby, can you hear me?

Toby turns to the camera looking slightly sick from fright.

JH: Toby can you hear me?

TB: Yes, yes I can hear you.

JH: Can you give us any information of Lucy's condition?

Toby takes a breath before trying to answer but Chip Martin cuts in.

CM: Bleeding and unconscious, I'd say it's bad you moron but she's the picture of fucking health compared to Onikage when I get my hands on him!

CL: What are you going to do, Give him fashion tips from last year?

CM: Actually I was thinking more about kicking the bloody mass formally known as Onikage left on the floor by Xtreme Kitten.

JH: Toby do you know anything about Lucy's condition?

CM: I just answered that.

CL: Chip, shut the fuck up.

TB: No ah they, they don't know much yet at all, they just wanted to get her to a hospital as quick as they can.

CM: Then why'd it take them the entire damn commercial break to get her to the ambulance?!

TB: I don't know!

JH: Ignore Chip, he's a little upset.

CL: I think he missed his nap.

CM: I swear you make one more joke and that ambulance will have to come right back to this building.

CL: Calm down there metro, we wouldn't want them to have to come back to pick you up.

CM: If we didn't have a main even to call I'd make you go tell Xtreme Kitten what's happened.

CL: As if he doesn't know already.

JH: Toby, do you know if anyone has told Xtreme Kitten what has happened to Lucy?

TB: I'm not sure, no one really seemed willing to do that during the commercial break.

CM: Well then stop talking to us and go tell him.

TB: Me?

CM: Yes, you.

CL: Oh that's a great idea let's send the innocent tiny guy with Lucy's blood on his hands to tell Xtreme Kitten... I'm serious that's a great idea, hop to it Toby.
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CL: Are you ready for some fucking gory violence?

JH: Well I expect…

CL: FUCK YES! You are.

CM: It’s only going to be violent once Tier and Xanthius get destroyed.

CL: Tell you what, if Tier wins, Tier pins either member, we go one on one next week in a Chip dies match, deal?

CM: I have faith in Red Cell, so go ahead, you’re on.

JH: COME ON REVOLUTION! That would be fun to watch!

As the camera moves away from the bickering commentators we get a view of the ringside area, sitting on each side of the ring are a barbwire covered table, table constructed of actual lightubes, chair covered in chicken wire and finally a sheet of good ol’ glass. The fans in attendance will following the match rules are holding up all kinds of weird weapons, weirdest in sight being a keyboard, toothbrush and what seems to be a actual PC monitor, as the camera looks around suddenly the house lights drop suddenly to blackness, prompting the crowd's excitement.

[align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..."

RISE!
[/align]

Mushroomhead's "Damage Done" squeals and thunders across the sound system as flames ignite onstage to form a formidable wall. Through those flames steps none other than our Dual Crown Champion, the Immortal, Eternal Red, the God of Violence... TIER!

[align=center]Get the hammers high!
Get in line to get fucked up!
Get the hammers high!
Get fucked up![/align]

Tier nods his head to the music and moves toward the ring, toting both Dual Crown straps on his shoulders. He approaches the ring proper and climbs up onto the apron, holding his titles as he steps through the ropes. The lights suddenly BURN red as the squeals return.

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a FANS BRING THE WEAPONS MATCH! Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing, from Mission, Texas... standing at six feet, three inches and weighing in at two-hundred thirty six pounds... he is your FIW DUAL! CROWN! CHAMPIOOOOOOONNN!!! THIS! IS! TIIIIIIIIIEEEERRRRRRR!!!

Tier moves to all four sides of the ring displaying his championships before finally handing them off to the official and ascending the turnbuckle. He props one foot on the top rope and raises the "R" hand sign high in the air, screaming along with the music and the fans.

[align=center]GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP!
GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART!
GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART!
GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP!
DON'T DOUBT THE HATE THAT'S INSIDE OF MY HEART!
GONNA BREAK HUMANITY JUST IN SPITE OF ME!
GAZE INTO MY EYES AND YOU'LL FIIIIIIIIIIIND!!![/align]

Tier pops backward off the turnbuckle as the music fades out and the lights return to normal, the fans at a fevered pitch.

CM: That man doesn’t deserve that title, or anything, he doesn’t even know what REAL hardcore wrestling is.

CL: Like you don’t know what a real pair of titty’s are because your too busy sucking Bitchen’s testicles.

JH: I am not gay, so lay off go dammit.

CL: Don’t tell me, he’s the one attracted to your testicles.

CM: So childish, I truly hope you witness him beaten and bloodied as Red Cell always do.

The opening riffs of ‘Sehnsucht’ pound through the PA system as smoke covers the stage and red spots flash and dance around the arena.

[align=center]“Lass mich deine Träne reiten übers Kinn nach Afrika…”[/align]
MA: And his tag-team partner, hailing from unknown, weighing in at two hundred and seventy six pounds and standing at six feet seven inches… XXAAAAANNNNTTHHIIIIUUUSSSSSS!!!!!!

Xanthius steps out onto the stage looking around at the jeering crowd. He focuses on the ring and descends the steps walking without hurry, but not slowly either towards the ring. The flashing red lights stop and the house lights return to normal as Xanthius steps onto the apron and then into the ring. Xanthius’ eyes turn blue as he awaits the start of the match.

CM: Another garbage wrestler, these men will never learn, Slam! Was real hardcore wrestling, not NGIW.

CL: Please, NGIW made Slam! Look like a weeping vagina.

JH: Wow…

CL: It’s true, Slam!’s most hardcore matches were like a few guys hitting others with weapons, we had someone actually DIE!

CM: And yet your so proud, so, so moronic, it must hurt.

CL: My foot kicking your ass will hurt in a minute!

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

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


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

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

The infamous quote from The Boondock Saints is heard around the arena...

[align=center]"For a few seconds... this place was Armageddon!

There was a FIRE FIGHT!!!


Reach out and touch faith!
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The tunes of “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Hardcore Jesus walks threw the curtains along with the Red Cell mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado, alongside him

He stands on the top of the walkway, looking out at the people in attendance with a crazed grin… Toan raises his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the stage to erupt!

As they then die down Toan lowers his arms and walks down the walkway, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur as LOBO follows nearby…

LOBO takes his position at ringside as Toan reaches the apron and slides into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure.

Toan then hops down, remove his shades and ring jacket, throws them to LOBO on the outside before leaning in his corner for the match to start.

CM: Love this part!

JH: I’ll be honest, it is amusing.

CL: If he wasn’t a former NGIWer, I’d slap his ass like a diseased zombie.

CM: What? You are so disgusting Conse.

Mijutso: KONICHIWAHHH, HIROSHIMAHHHHHH!!!

The Hiroshima crowd give the spirited young Mijutso a mixed response for his enthusiastic greetings...

Mijutso: Introducing first and representing Red Cell... he hail from Stan Hansen's Island, New York and weighs in at 130 kilos... the man who puts Chris Masters to shame... he is... MATTAHHH IMPACTAHHHHAHHH!!!

Boos as you can expect come from the crowd, though a few "oohs" and "ahhs" come from those Japanese fans who seem to get off on monster gaijin

Mijutso: And his tag team partner... he weighs in at 102 kilos and hails from The Kingdom Of Pain... his is your Numah One!~ Contender for the FIW Double Crown Championship... this is... TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOANNNNNNNNNUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!!~~~

Boos rip through the crowd as Toan and Matt begin to discuss tactics as LOBO stands at ringside, Mijutso joins him and looks towards Tier and Xanthius who’s eyes haven’t left either Toan or Matt since they entered the ring. Logan Black looks towards all four of them, he then signals for the bell and it sounds, all four men turn towards one and another, before Tier and Xanthius bolt at the other two, but Matt and Toan climb out the ring, not wanting to get caught off guard to early, Toan taps his head as a few Tier marks boo his ass off. Tier and Xanthius then back off, letting Matt and Toan back in the ring, they slide in and as soon as there in Tier and Xanthius attack, Xanthius nails Toan with some forearm strikes as he then clotheslines himself and Toan over the top rope, but uniquely he lands on his feet. Tier and Matt are exchanging blows to in the center of the ring, Matt takes charge though as he knees Tier in the gut, then grabs him by the hair and charges at the turnbuckle smashing his face into it.

JH: No love loss here is there.

CL: You’re a dumbass, you know that right?

CM: Course there’s no loveless, Tier and Xanthius are inebriates.

CL: Oh you just watch them kick those two little bitches asses.

As Matt seems to seemingly keep smashing Tier’s head into the turnbuckle, Xanthius and Toan are tussling outside, Xanthius grabbing off a fan what seems to be a lightube, but it’s pink, which doesn’t really bother Xanthius as he smashes it down across Toan’s back, making him cringe forward as Xanthius grins, moving towards Toan and grabbing him in a headlock with his right arm and with the left, scraping the smashed glass across Toan’s forehead, the blood starting to trickle from Toan’s forehead. Tier fights his way out of his predicament by punching Matt right in the gut, sending Matt reeling a bit, enough for Tier to then grab him a headlock, wrenching away at him, but Matt reverses taking Tier up, then back down with a snap backdrop making him releases the hold, Matt then turns seeing Xanthius and climbs out the ring, hitting Xanthius off of Toan who kneels, his forehead seemingly oozing blood already.

CL: Sexy, Xanthius is so brutal it’s almost heart warming.

JH: He’s defiantly got Toan bleeding already, Jesus this early in the match too.

CL: I know, it’s fucking great!

CM: No, it just shows the can only win via weapons, they disgust me.

Matt begins to smash hard right punches at Xanthius, making him reel back into the ring barricade, Matt then grabs Xanthius and smashes his face down against the ring apron, making Xanthius reel back, he looks to Tier, making sure Tier isn’t up, which he is, so he turns grabbing a chair from the fans, sliding in the ring he then stands there waiting for Tier to climb to his feet. As Matt waits, what he doesn’t know is Xanthius is in fact behind him, waiting for him to turn, but on the flipside of that, the bloodied Toan also is up, he takes the chicken wire wrapped chair and climbs to the apron, then with a vile shot, smashes the chair down on Xanthius’s back, making Xanthius reel forward, his back seemingly getting ripped open vaguely, Toan isn’t finished though, he throws the chair to the ring canvas, turns Xanthius around and grabs him in a front chancery, then with all the force he can, he IMPALES Xanthius’s skull into the chair with a sit-down DDT, Xanthius’s face smashes into it, he rolls out the ring as he face from what the camera can see, seems slit open.

CM: Beautiful, Amen DDT!

JH: Jesus, right on that chicken wire.

CL: Pshh that’s nothing, Xanthius’s fine, he’s taken worse.

CM: Well your beloved god is now alone, on his own in that ring with both of them.

CL: He’ll beat his way out, I’m sure of it.

Toan picks the chair back up as Matt holds the chair, the camera watches as Tier stands, looking towards the fans then turning back towards Toan and Matt, Matt DRIVES the chair into Tier’s gut, before Toan then brings the chair up and then SMASHES it down over Tier’s back, the impact making Tier drop to all fours. Toan then moves to Tier, mounting his back and placing the chair under his chin, before wrenching back with a Camel Clutch, every couple of times though, he bashes it into Tier’s forehead, making him begin to bleed as Matt Impact just taunts Tier as Toan wrenches harder back, the fans boo them with a quiet hiss. As the two do it though, Xanthius comes from outside the ring, he seems to have something in hand, as he stands up he clutches a Keyboard, also unnoticed to Matt, he’s slide the barbwire covered table into the ring. Matt turns and gets NAILED in the head with the keyboard, it literally snaps into two pieces over Matt‘s skull as he drops to the canvas, blood begins to come from Matt’s skull as Toan releases the hold but not quick enough as Xanthius big boots him right in the face.

CL: That’s how you fuck someone up!

JH: That was key for Little Voice, HA.

CL: What the hell was that? Don’t be funny, just be dumb, it’s better for your image.

CM: There’ll come back, just letting them have a false sense of security.

CL: Like that stain on your shirt?

CM: WHERE?!

Xanthius then grabs Toan by the head, holding up his chair to before lifting and scoop slamming Toan down onto the chair with force, Toan lands and moves off, seemingly looking in agony, Xanthius then moves towards the table he brought in the ring, lifting it and setting up by the corner, but not against it. He then picks up Matt, hitting him with a few forearms before Irish whipping him, on return booting him in the gut then with force running to the ropes and coming back with a low yakuza kick right to the side of Matt’s head, making him crumble to his knees. As this all happens, Tier is to his feet and he grabs Toan up, placing him in the corner, before backing of, only to charge at him and hit a hellacious clothesline, but as Toan reels forward he then gets dropped back down over the chair with a bulldog, the impact making him roll towards the corner, Tier sits grinning towards Toan’s fallen body.

CL: THE IRON CRRRRRROOOOOOOOSAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

JH: Right on that chair, damn tier’s taking some impact tonight.

CL: Like every night, bet they both take a lot of “impact”.

CM: What are you suggesting, you immature moron.

CL: That there ass lickers.

Xanthius and Tier both stand, looking towards each other and then back at the fallen Red Cell members, Tier then picks up Toan, he looks quite beaten, but as Xanthius goes to run to the ropes, LOBO garbs his foot, Xanthius turns to look towards him, as he does Toan, sneakily, rolls grabbing Tier’s tight and sends him flying out of the ring, he barely misses the lightube constructed table as he crashes down onto the mats, he then quickly stands yup, looking towards Xanthius, Toan then runs and as Xanthius turns to him he nails him right in the head with a flying head butt, it sends Xanthius into the ropes as Toan lands on his front, not letting it get to him fast though, Toan quickly calls to LOBO, who wrenches a pair of lightubes from some fans, sliding them into Toan.

CL: Cheating bastard, not got the balls to face em’ both.

JH: Either way, he’s got plans, look at the frustration in Toan’s face.

CM: Wouldn’t you be frustrated if you had to be in the ring with such amateurs?

CL: I really dare you to say that to there faces, I’d love to see you drop to your ass in a bloodied mess.

Toan watches as Xanthius climbs to his feet and then with both lightubes, he smashes them across both sides of Xanthius’s head, the impact sending a “ohh” around the arena as Xanthius’s left ear seemingly begins to bleed, now that everyone’s busted open, Xanthius turns though, he looks quite pissed as he moves towards Toan, but not seeing Matt to his feet, he moves to him and spins him around, Matt then lifts Xanthius on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, but Xanthius comes out of the fireman’s carry and then lift’s Matt onto his shoulders, but Toan comes forward and boots Xanthius in the gut making him drops Matt who lands on his feet, he lifts up Xanthius quickly, moves towards the ropes and then swings Xanthius off his shoulders with a F-5, Xanthius comes off and lands right on the lightube table, a massive “Ahhh” is heard as Xanthius crashes through the tubes and looks quite fucked.

JH: Jesus… Head on Collision out of the ring!

CL: Damn, that was actually awesome, bastards, stealing Revolution’s greatness!

CM: Pin him Matt, embarrass the horrorcore idiots.

CL: Tier’s already in the ring so HA!

…Tier is in fact in the ring and he comes charging at the pair, chair in hand and he smashes down Matt first, then he nails Toan in the gut, but before he can raises it and smashes it down on Toan’s back, Matt catches and takes the chair, making Tier turn to only get smashed in the face himself with the chair, reeling towards the barbwire covered table. Matt then gabs him and lies him over the table as Toan moves himself towards the top turnbuckle, climbing to the top as the fans watch in anticipation, Toan then jumps off and takes himself and Toan straight through the table with a double knee stomp, the barbs ripping Tier’s back and Toan’s hands, as Toan rolls forward, he then quickly makes the cover as Matt keeps a eye out for Xanthius’s who is slowly gaining his feet…

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JH: Kick-Out! How the hell!

CL: See, that’s fuckin balls for you!

CM: DAMMIT!

…Toan looks in shock as does Matt who turns and looks quite frustrated, as they both look towards Tier in disbelief, Xanthius on the outside is constructing something, placing the sheet of glass onto two chairs so it is off the ground, he looks towards the ring, shaking away the groggyness. He then climbs to the apron, Matt sees this and comes at Xanthius, but as he does Xanthius catches his arm and then shoulder charges him in the gut, doubling him over, Xanthius then brings him to the apron, placing him in a headscissor he points towards the table, before lifting Matt up trussing and FALLING! Both him and Matt CRASH! Through the sheet of glass, the impact sending shards of glass all over the place as both look down and quite frankly out.

CL: EEEEEEEEXXXXXXXX-AAAASSSSSSSSSEEEEEEMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLYYY!!!!!

JH: Oh my god!

CM: He could of killed the pair of them!

CL: That was his goal!

Toan after watching what just happened looks towards Tier, who’s taken himself away from the barbs on the table and bringing himself to his feet, Toan moves to him quickly and begins to hit some forearms towards him, but Tier pushes him back, but as Tier comes out the corner, Toan hits him with one of the loudest and most stinging knife edge chops, ever and Tier hit’s the mat instantly, Toan shakes his hand as he then makes LOBO grab a weapon from the crowd again, this time he grabs the Plasma TV, sliding it in towards Toan.

JH: Ok, what can he possibly do with that?

CL: I know what Tier could do.

CM: After that chop, he’ll be lucky if he can breath.

CL: Like you, if you don’t close that mouth!

As Toan places the TV set on the canvas, the screen face up he then moves too Tier and picks him up, moving towards the TV, he then grabs Tier in a front chancery, throwing Tier’s arm over his shoulder and lifts Tier up, but as he does Tier lands back down on his feet and quickly snaps Toan up and pushes him forward, making Toan drop forward face first with a gordbuster, the impact makes Toan’s face smashes the TV’s screen and Toan reels back to his ass as Tier drops to his knees too.

CL: BAM! Take that biatch!

JH: Gordbuster, beautifully done.

CM: Tier TRYING to be technical, he knows he’s disgusting the word even trying to wrestle like it.

CL: Bet if he got you in I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS!!! You would cry like a sissy boy, so shut it.

JH: Either way, Toan’s to his feet, as is Tier.

Toan’s to his feet, his forehead a crimson mask, Tier’s too but both men, begin to start punching towards each other, each blood full of pure hatred, each blood full of pure aggression, the forearm shots begin to get even more stiffer until Toan smashes Tier’s gut with a knee, before grabbing him in a front chancery again, he then points to the sky and lifts him up into the air…

CM: Razorblade Kiss time!

CL: Tier evade it come on!

JH: Toan’s got… wait who’s that coming from the fans!

…As Toan has Tier in the air, suddenly a figure slides in the ring, Toan seeing them from the corner of his eye places Tier down on the canvas, he then turns but as he does he gets grabbed by the throat, the figure then removes his hood and the fans give a mixed reaction as the figure emerges himself as Sean Madrox, Sean LIFTS Toan into the air and Plants him into the canvas with a vicious chokeslam, as Matt Impact and Xanthius seem to climb to there feet via the apron just in time to watch as Sean moves Tier over Toan for the cover…

CM: What the hell! No!

CL: HA! YES!

JH: Sean Madrox helping Tier? What the hell?

CM: This is wrong! Just wrong!

JH: Tier doesn’t even know what’s going on.

…Tier hooks the leg not even knowing what’s just happened…

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MA: Your winners! At a time of fifteen minutes and twelve seconds! TIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR and XXXXXAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIUUUUUSSSSSSS!!!!!

…The bell sounds as the fans go crazy, Tier raises his arm in celebration as Toan lays there looking out of it, LOBO and Mijutso watch on still unsure what the hell just happened, Sean then helps Tier up to his feet, raising Tier’s arm as Tier looks towards him not really sure what the hell happened, Sean then moves just a few feet away, Tier tunes and Sean then NAILS! Tier right in the face with a super kick!

CM: HA! super kick right to his face.

CL: What the fuck he doing?! He on PMS mode tonight.

JH: I have no clue!

CM: Ha that was great!

The fans ooze boo’s over Sean who rolls out the ring quickly as Matt Impact climbs in after him, looking fuming, Xanthius reaches in sliding Tier out of the ring, placing him over the shoulder, he begins to walk backstage, Impact begins shouting towards Sean as he makes his leave through the fans, a huge grin over his face as LOBO checks on Toan.

JH: Good god! Sean Madrox said he was going to make an impact last week and he just did that!

CM: He struck Toan! Not to mention he just cost Matt Impact's team the win, the bastard!

CL: Fuck that, he hit Tier! But we are outta time, for Hitchen and Chip, I'm Conse, we'll see you next week. You wouldn't fuck DA-

The camera suddenly cuts from the main event and rushes through the backstage area. From the look of it we are headed to Onikage's locker room, the camera slows down as it nears the room, the door is off it's hinges. Sounds coming from the room sound as if there is a violent struggle going on, the camera turns into the room and there is no one, the camera enters the room.

BAM!

The camera jumps, there is a glimpse of Xtreme Kitten's mask and his rage filled eyes behind it.

BAM!

The camera jumps around again, it is obvious that Xtreme Kitten has thrown the camera operator against the wall.

XK: WHERE IS HE?!

There is no immediate answer, so Xtreme Kitten pulls the operator forward before throwing them against the wall.

CRACK!

XK: Where is is he?! I know your plugged into the production truck, I know you can hear them, they can hear me, they have cameras all over the building so TELL ME WHERE HE IS!

Kitten doesn't really give the camera operator any time to respond before he pulls them from the wall and throws them to the floor.

XK: WELL?!

Xtreme Kitten raises his boot into view as the camera steadies, no answer comes and Kitten stomps down on the defenceless camera operator, there is a gasping sound from the camera operator as all the air has just been driven from them.

XK: Well you mouth moves, your lunges work, so unless you're a mute you must be just too stupid not to see how this works

Kitten stomps again.

XK: WHERE IS HE?!

There is no response other then gasping for air. Kitten stomps again and again.

XK: TELL ME!

Just more gasping, Kitten raises his foot above the camera.

XK: Where is he?

CO: Don't *gasp* know.

Not content with the answer Kitten drives his foot down missing the camera but by the look of his reaction not missing the camera operator.

XK: You better hope your buddies in the truck find him.

Kitten raises his foot again and stomps on the operators head again, he does so over and over after a few stomps blood starts to appear on the sole of hit boot. Xtreme Kitten picks the camera operator up; to their credit the camera operator manages to keep hold of the camera. Xtreme Kitten takes them to the doorway and throws them into the hall; the operator falls to the ground and the camera slides away but spins enough to show the legs of the face down camera man. Kitten's feet step into shot.

XK: If you won't tell me where he is we'll just have to go to the truck, I'm sure someone there will tell me.

Kitten swings a leg back and kicks the camera operator out of shot.

XK: Come on.

Kitten bends down and picks the camera operator up but drops them before they get to their knees.

XK: ...Your radio's broken, when'd that happen?

The FIW Undisputed International Champion tilts his head to the side and his face slowly contorts into a snarl behind the mask.

XK: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!

With that sorrowful and anger filled primal roar Xtreme Kitten lowers his head and the camera flickers into darkness…

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