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A Very ReVolt'ing Christmas '06; 12-27-06
Topic Started: Dec 28 2006, 01:05 AM (249 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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Rather than opening up on the ringside area as normally, the camera fades into the dark and creepy boiler room. It is currently fashioned to look like a make shift office of sorts, which makes sense, seeing as Krähe is sitting in the boiler room. But he’s got more than Lazaro as company tonight; tonight he’s got the one Jeff Noon with him too. Jeff is looking a tad scared as he holds his micro phone and stands beside the two masked men.

Jeff Noon: Um…Can I start?

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... You may.. kssshhhhhk...

Jeff Noon: Okay…uh…

Noon seemingly has lost his place in where he was in his train of thought as he stares off into space for what seems like ages before he speaks again.

Jeff Noon: What sort of punishment are you going to be sentencing Xtreme Kitten with for what he did last week? Since he…um…not only attacked two wrestlers but also Jonathon Hitchen…

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... I have currently.. kssshhhhhk... suspended Xtreme Kitten…kssshhhhhk... for the night without pay…kssshhhhhk... Also…kssshhhhhk... to ensure no sightings…kssshhhhhk... I’ve banned him…kssshhhhhk... from the arena…kssshhhhhk...

Jeff nods his head slowly for quite a few moments before a light bulb goes off in his head.

Jeff Noon: Um…then how is he going to compete tonight in his Grand Prix match?

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Hehehe…kssshhhhhk... good question…kssshhhhhk... that’s up for him…kssshhhhhk... to figure out…kssshhhhhk...

Suddenly the boiler room’s door swings open, bringing Krähe’s, Lazaro’s and Noon’s attention all to it. Lazaro steps in front of the General Manager to protect him until they see it’s a breathless Toby.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Why have you come, Tobin?... kssshhhhhk...

Toby Bostock: Sir…*gasps*…You have to…*gasp* …Come quick…the fans…*gasp*

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... What about the fans?... kssshhhhhk...

Bostock bends over as he continues to try and catch his breath.

Toby Bostock: They…are…all…wearing…Kitten…masks!

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... What?!... kssshhhhhk...

Krähe and Lazaro exchange an emotionless and masked look between them as Noon continues to stare blankly at Toby. With this odd situation in place, we cut to the ringside area…

[align=center]FIW Grand Prix Quarter-Finals: Monolith versus Dragon
The Grand Prix begins as does the night with the debuting Monolith taking on the Dragon in more a slaughter than a match. At the start of the match the commentators make note of how so many fans tonight are wearing masks. During it Monolith shows no remorse in the least with his flurry of punches and headbutts. It doesn’t take long before said strikes have busted Dragon’s nose wide open, blood gushing out of it. Even then Monolith only pauses on his assault long enough to connect with the Cartesian Circle.

J.J. tries to keep control of the match but Monolith merely pushes him out of the way to nearly cave Dragon’s head in against the mat with a stomp. He then does some thing rather odd; the newbie dips his index finger in Dragon’s gushing blood. As if he were finger painting, Monolith writes or draws, depending on how you look at it, strange symbols on his own body. It is only after this that he locks in the Tarantism and Dragon passes out from the pain, unable to compete J.J. calls for the bell.


Winner: Monlith via referee stoppage

FIW Grand Prix Quarter-Finals: Shaun “The Dynamo” Wilson versus Prime
Right out of the gate Shaun bolts towards the bigger man and unloads a quick series of kicks and punches, trying to stay on his toes. His attempt at stay too quick to be caught works as it leaves Prime throwing his fists at nothing but air. The Dynamo delivers a picture perfect dropkick that sends the big man flying to the outside. Without wasting a moment Shaun runs the ropes and leaps over the top, flying right into the waiting arms of Prime with a Tope Con Hilo, both men crashing against the barricade.

However, this is a mistake on Wilson’s part, despite the pain, Prime fights through and holds onto the smaller man, keeping him in a bearhug on the outside. He tightens the hold and shakes him, making Shaun’s body flail about in the submission hold. A weird gleam is in Prime’s eye as he charges towards the turnbuckle, slamming Shaun back first into the steel pole. Prime discards Wilson’s body and storms around the ringside area like a demon possessed.

When he gets to the time keeper’s table he pushes poor Timmy right out of his seat, taking the steel chair and folding it before turning around. He storms back towards Shaun Wilson as Richard Kelly looks on in horror at Prime carrying a weapon. The Evolution of Excellence stops just short of his victim and raises the steel chair up over his head. Then, some thing strange happens; Prime’s face starts twitching and contorts into agony.

The Monster tries to bring the chair down onto Shaun’s skull, but some thing is stopping him, he roars in pain and his one hand let’s go of the chair. It is now clutching the side of his head as he continues to roar in a massive fury at some thing to leave him alone. A small pop comes from the crowd when a familiar face comes from the entrance way, Max Midas! Prime manages to open one eye to see Midas’ presence near him, and it surprisingly only seems to further enrage him.

Max tries reasoning with the man he trained but Prime keeps shaking his head in pain, moments where he looks angry and others where now he seems worried. All of this gives Shaun enough time to recover and get back up, charging at the bigger man. Midas tries to tell him not to, but Wilson doesn’t listen and hits a flying lariat on Prime. The Evolution of Excellence stumbles back, chucks away his chair and opens his eyes, both blazing with rage.

He nearly takes Shaun’s head off with a lariat before he throws him back into the ring. After that he makes short work of him with a powerslam and then a full nelson. Much like the week before, the referee lifts up Prime’s opponent’s hand three times, and three times it falls. Before Richard can even call for the bell Prime tosses Shaun’s limp body aside and heads to the back, trying to run past Max as he does so, who follows after him.


Winner: Prime via technical knock out
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FIW’s camera crew fades into black when slowly words appear on the screen, “Recorded Earlier in the Week” it reads before fading into an image. The camera man is at a train station as a train just so happens to pull in and come to a complete stop. Within a few moments its doors open and a small amount of people exit the vehicle. Amongst these people are two fairly familiar masked faces, Extreme Ninja #4 and Extreme Ninja #2 in his standard black Ninja gi.

The two Extreme Ninjas slip through the rest of the crowd and get out of the train station fairly fast with the camera crew trying to keep up with them. This town they’ve stopped in is quite the odd sight compared to most of the cities FIW’s visited in Japan. As opposed to be the bustling definition of modern technology, they are quite traditional and old looking. Most of the houses are looking more like huts and resembling pictures of Feudal era Japan.

What is even stranger is that the majority of the people in this small town seemingly know the two on a slightly more personal level. Since nearly all of them wave and greet the two and get waves and slight bows back from the Extreme Ninjas. After walking for a few minutes they finally stop and stare off to some thing in front of them. Though the camera only seems to be capturing quite a lot of stone stairs on the start of what looks like a mountain.


Extreme Ninja #2: There it is…

He says through the black clothe covering the majority of his face aside from the eyes, Extreme Ninja #4 nodding with his state. The camera pulls out to unveil quite the sight that the two are taking in. It is a mountain and it seems to go on for just about forever, with stone stairs all the way up. At the very top that just barely can be seen is a entrance to some kind of temple…

And a gigantic golden Extreme Ninja #1 statue stands over said front gates…

With that, the camera cuts back to ringside…


[align=center]FIW Grand Prix Quarter-Finals: Daisuke “The Crow” Tanaka versus Grant Rice
Grant Rice comes out to his normal fanfare though stops on his way to the ring to look out at all those in attendance wearing masks like Xtreme Kitten. He shakes his head in disbelief at this sight as he enters the ring and awaits Daisuke’s entrance. One of the fans in the front row wearing said mask hops over the barricade behind Grant. Quickly he slides into the ring and takes Rice’s head off with a roundhouse kick, taking the mask off to reveal its Daisuke!

The Crow starts the match by rolling up Grant’s limp body and trying to get a quick victory, but he only gets a two count from Michaela. Which gets Tanaka-san quite frustrated and Grant and he get back up to their feet. Grant for the majority of the match tries to lock up and exchange holds with Daisuke. But the Crow is wiser than to do such things in the state he’s still currently in.

Each time Grant does so, Daisuke strikes or fakes a strike to get Rice to quickly stop his attempts at chain wrestling. Though the Crow’s attempts at an easy victory with roll ups and flash pins is just as unproductive, each time Grant reversing or rolling through. Ironically, this is Daisuke’s downfall as Grant rolls through the last roll up and right into his Straight Mizery submission lock! Daisuke’s trademark Crow like screams fill the arena as his bad leg is the victim of the submission, finally tapping out to Grant.


Winner: Grant Rice via submission

FIW Grand Prix Quarter-Finals: Elrick versus Graver
Upon their introductions at the start of the match, Graver asks Anderson if this is Xtreme Kitten’s home town due to the majority of the crowd wearing his mask. Also he cons Michael into calling Elrick, Smellrick, during his introduction. Once they are out of the way and the match begins, Graver dives right out of the ring. Elrick quickly follows him and gets a drop toe hold right into the barricade, his head bouncing off of it like a pin ball.

Graver tries his best to stomp a hole right through Elrick’s chest while he’s got him down, but eventually gets distracted by a front row fan with a cup of beer. Like he’s in some sort of weird trance, Graver wanders over towards the fan, licking his lips. The fan doesn’t notice Graver’s presence until he’s less than a foot away from him; drool running down onto Graver’s shirt. This poor man looks around in a confused manner and hides his beer behind his ample frame, getting Graver to whimper like a puppy dog at him and mumble a “fuck you”.

Sadly for Graver, this distraction proves long enough for Elrick to recover and grab him from behind, hitting the ElrickPlex ’06 on him. The back of Graver’s skull collides with the steel steps as Elrick connects with it! With a blood stained back of his head, Graver is rolled into the ring by Elrick who goes for the cover but only gets a two. He picks up the Straight Edge Fuckamanic and whips him into the ropes, lifting him up for a powerbomb.

Only Graver reverses it and does perhaps the most athletic move in his entire wrestling career, delivering a spiked hurricanrana to his foe! Graver scrambles and goes for the cover, a look of shock on his face, as if he isn’t even sure how he did that. But he only gets a near three count for his troubles, which brings him on the verge of tears. Graver growls and pounds his fists into the canvas, looking ready to throw a tantrum.

He is so busy having a fit, he doesn’t notice Elrick stirring until it is too late, when the Career Killer locks on his submission, the Pain Killer! Graver squeals and screams high note agony as his arms flail around in blind attempts to get to the ropes. It is during these attempts that Fuzz mistakes one of Graver’s arm flailings as tapping out and calls for the bell. Elrick releases the hold with a grin on his face and the fans cheer happily as Fuzz raises Elrick’s hand in victory as Graver rolls out of the ring in pain.

As Michael Anderson goes to make the announcement though, he’s struck by a steel chair! Timmy the Time Keeper goes to check on him and is struck down by one too! Fuzz turns around and gets a face full of steel chair too from a steel chair thrown at him! Elrick turns around now as well, seeing a raving and angered Graver, looking like he’s snapped!

“I didn’t tap! I didn’t tap!” he raves in the mist of his gibberish and keeps throwing things every which way. He slides into the ring and picks up the steel chair, staring down at Fuzz with a deranged look in his eyes. “I didn’t tap, you hear me fucker?! I!” he smashes the steel chair over Fuzz, “Didn’t!” smashes it again, “Fucking!” and a third time, “Ta-“he’s stopped by Elrick who takes the steel chair from him.

Elrick tries to calm Graver down as he grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around, only for Graver amazingly to leap in the air and hit a sloppier version of Daisuke’s flying roundhouse kick! The Straight Edge Fuckamanic grabs at his long locks as he sits on the mat beside a bleeding Fuzz and a dazed Elrick, ripping them right out of his head. “Fuck you too!” he yells at Elrick amongst his gibberish as he snatches the steel chair from him. Quickly he climbs to the top and performs a belly flop with a steel chair under it to Elrick!

Graver slides out of the ring as Elrick coughs up a bit of blood and EMTs rush out to aid the staff members and he assaulted by Graver. Mean while Graver chucks his steel chair at the fan in the front row with the beer from earlier, hitting him. This newly deranged Graver storms into the crowd and disappears into it!


Winner: Elrick via submission
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[align=center]FIW Grand Prix Quarter-Finals: Kailey Lane versus Nightmare
The fans welcome both fan favorites with immense applause, though a few jeers from the fans wearing masks like Xtreme Kitten’s are directed at Nightmare. But those are ignored when the match is under way; Kailey Lane starts out quick and skilled with her strikes. Though their affect resembles bug bites on Nightmare’s much larger frame and he finally, after a bit of struggling, manages to grab her. He scoops her up onto his shoulders and manages to connect with the Blessed Hellride!

The damage from the move keeps Nightmare in the driver’s seat for quite a bit of time, mainly keeping Kailey down with a few punches. But also he threw in a few versions of the DDT to further help set up for the Cataclysm or the Cure for the Itch later on. However his plans come crumbling down when going for the End of Days. FIW’s Southern Belle reverses it into a spinning headscissors and ends up taking the bigger wrestler off of his feet!

Japan’s fans all applaud and rally behind Kailey as she hits a few aerial moves with the senton splash and the moonsault, along with her trademark Kailey Klub. She waits patiently for Nightmare to get to his feet and hits the Tornado Alley combo too. After that she locks in the Southern Discomfort, to Nightmare’s dismay. The big man holds out for quite some time, lasting a few minutes and even nearly reversing it. In the end though, he taps out as Michaela calls for the bell.


Winner: Kailey Lane via submission

FIW Grand Prix Quarter-Finals: Extreme Ninja #2 versus Maj Tahal
Once both Ninja and Maj have made their arrival, Logan calls for the bell and the match is under way. The two zip right out of the gate, going right at each other full throttle. Maj and EN #2 exchange various quick chain wrestling and striking moments, neither actually gaining the advantage. Black tries to keep up with the action but much like the fans gets dizzy from how fast the two are going.

This high pace ends when Maj by accident ends up cornering himself in the turnbuckle, giving Ninja the chance to scale up the ropes beside him and take his head off with a high side kick to the skull! For the next little bit of the match Ninja’s got quite the advantage, managing to connect with both the “Bust a move!” and “DANGEROUS~~!!!” Maj starts to catch a second wind only to be derailed by quite a few well placed martial arts kicks from Ninja. The littler man even manages to get Tahal up onto the turnbuckle and looks for his top rope move.

However, as he climbs up the turnbuckle the General injects himself into the match, leaping up onto the apron and grabbing Ninja’s foot. Black tells the General off but he ignores him as Extreme Ninja #2 tries to fidget out of his grip. While Logan’s distracted Maj punches Ninja right where his baby juice maker is. This gives him enough time to grab Ninja and get up onto his feet on the turnbuckle, hitting a super variation of the Lotus!

He falls down onto the second Extreme Ninja’s limp body after that super brainbuster and Logan finally takes notice of them again, starting a count. A count that only gets to two before Ninja dazedly places his foot on the ropes. Though the General swats the leg off of the ropes and tries to tell Logan it wasn’t there, when the referee clearly saw it. So, despite General’s protests, the match continues on.

For a few minutes Maj plays around with Ninja, slapping him in a mocking manner and putting him into a sleeper. In an attempt to get to the crowd and break kayfabe Maj claims he was so tired he just needed to lock the sleeper in. It gets a hissing of jeers from the kayfabe crazy Japanese crowds, not liking Maj’s referencing of rest holds. After a bit more mocking punishment Maj picks Ninja up and whips him into the corner.

His attempt for the Bhaia fails though when Ninja side steps it and chucks Maj shoulder first into the steel post. The sheer velocity sends Maj flipping through the air and ending up in a tree of woe position. Which of course is the perfect set up for the “PEAK-A-BOO!” double stomp from Ninja that looks like it killed Maj. He covers Tahal and just when it looks like he’s got a three, the General pulls him out of the ring.

The General starts yelling at Ninja, drawing Logan’s attention as well, though it soon turns back to Maj when the Panthera grabs the referee. As Logan tries to tell Tahal to let go of him, a certain pink haired member of Red Cell runs out from the back. Extreme Ninja #2 notices her presence too late as General tosses him right into the line of Momoko’s attack! She almost takes his head off with a stop sign and rolls him back into the ring!

It is all over as Momoko lurks under the apron while Maj covers Ninja and Logan Black counts the 1, 2, 3, sealing Maj’s date with destiny on the next ReVolt.


Winner: Maj Tahal via pin fall
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The camera cuts away from the ringside area and into…darkness, literally, there is nothing on the image. It appears that Jorge is filming a unlit room or stuck in the closest again by the looks of it. Slowly a head passes through the darkness and reveals itself in the light that the camera man is seemingly in. A hideous leather mask with dark hazel eyes is what greets viewers, though Onikage isn’t staring directly at the camera.

Onikage: There once was a caterpillar…

His long black and blue, and red locks appearing from the darkness also and is falling a bit into his masked face.

Onikage: It lived the average life of a caterpillar, nothing too out of the ordinary and nothing too strange. In fact, some may say this caterpillar’s life was an ideal one if you enjoyed a life of meritocracy and mundane. This creature however started to hunger for more and journeyed…far and wide…One day meeting another like herself…and yet he wasn’t…

The lips behind the mask begin to twitch, changing his expression and possibly, by the looks of it, he is starting to smile.

Onikage: He had already seen and experienced many things in his short span on this realm…To the point where he had grown, changed and evolved into some thing beautiful…a butterfly…This butterfly attempted to guide and aid the caterpillar in becoming some thing more than she was. Some thing that she had not considered becoming, some thing truly beautiful…

A scoff comes from the inner depths of the masked oddity’s throat and what is quite obvious a smirk is on his facial features behind the mask.

Onikage: But like with every thing in this wretched life, a wrench was thrown into the works…They were forced to part ways, their paths sending them in different directions at that point. In their time away from each other, another entered the picture…A Spider…

His lips curl and a low growl creeps from the vocal chords within his flesh and blood.

Onikage: The Spider tainted her, filled her mind with idiotic notions and false logic. Instead of trying to change her into some thing beautiful, he tried to change her into some thing pathetic. He gave her poisonous spikes to line her body in a naïve belief that it would make her better and protect her. Yet all it’s done is put a coat of rust on her abilities and further butcher her mental sta-

?????: Yo scooter, think you could save your fairy tale for when you are out of my office, huh?

The camera pans out to reveal Onikage is in fact sitting on a medical bed inside the make shift office of Doctor Jim McCoy. McCoy looks up at the masked man he is treating and Onikage’s eyes glare down back at him. After a few moments Jim grumbles and returns to attending to the Savior of Sorrow.

McCoy: Yeah…whatever, just wrap it up sunshine...

Onikage returns to staring off into space, his right fist tightening into being clenched.

Onikage: Perhaps…perhaps it is time the butterfly takes back what was his first…

McCoy: Yeah, you do that, and while you are out there, watch out for all those masked fans in the crowd. I don’t need you causing a riot and I having to fix you up again, got it, sport?

FIW’s Straight Edge Artist ignores McCoy’s comments and hops down from the medical bed and onto his feet. Quickly he heads out of the office with Jim getting up and staring after him.

McCoy: …Gosh golly gum drops, I just so love my job and the people I have to treat….

He sighs and shakes his head as he attends to his equipment and cleaning it up as the camera cuts back to ringside…

[align=center]FIW Grand Prix Quarter-Finals: Kiyoshi Nakahata versus Ragin’
Both men make their way to the ring, quite the abnormal reaction from the fans for Kiyoshi Nakahata, even the ones wearing XK masks. His cheers and applause are like he is Buddha, Jesus Christ, Elvis and John Lennon all rolled up into one in the flesh. Modestly Kiyoshi waves to the fans and grins a sheepish smile, even receiving streamers from his home town. It is then Ragin’ strikes, like a snake in the grass he rushes through the streamers and clubs Kiyoshi on the back of the head!

The early going of the match Ragin’ is all over Kiyoshi, not letting him up for a single moment. He just keeps kicking and punching, and elbowing and kneeing the Judo practiced warrior. Likewise, the jeers directed towards Ragin’ are some of the greatest he’s possible ever been given by fans. After a bit of roughing Nakahata up, the Master of Rage gets cocky and starts mocking him with a few open hand slaps.

It is then that the path to Ragin’s downfall begins, one sloppy open hand slap and Kiyoshi snatches it, flipping the larger man down onto the ground. Now it is Kiyoshi’s game they play, a game Ragin’ isn’t too good at either. The mixture of chain wrestling, grappling and Judo is enough to throw the former Dual Crown Champ off of his game and keep him grounded. With the fans’ cheers fueling him, Nakahata goes to lock in the very thing that defeated Ragin’ last time they met, the Dojime Sleeper.

In a panic, Ragin’ almost springs to his feet and rushes to the ropes as quickly as his frame can be carried by him, and wraps his arms around them. Mark Jackson ensures the Master of Rage’s safety from being put into the submission, for now any ways. Though sadly the Japanese crowd hiss their jeers at Mark as well for doing his job. A mild sense of his arrogance returning to him as he watches Kiyoshi back away from him, attempt to lock in the Dojime Sleeper #1: Failed.

Ragin’ backs out of the ropes in a cautious fashion and eyes Kiyoshi, obviously their last meeting instilling a bit of fear into him of that submission. Now the two lock up and with the apparent strength advantage, Ragin’ starts to sway things into his favor. But the whole point of Judo isn’t your own strength, but using your opponent’s strength against them. As such Kiyoshi starts swaying things right back into his favor, until Ragin’ knees him a tad low.

The two continue to lock up and each time the same results, Ragin’ resorting to gray area style tactics that can’t quite be considered cheap or illegal. After a few more minutes of tit for tat, the end comes when Kiyoshi by pure accident leaves himself open for a moment. But that moment is all Ragin’ needs to set it up, and hit the Feature Remover! Arrogantly Ragin’ covers Kiyoshi and to the home town fans’ dismay, that’s all she wrote as the three is counted.


Winner: Ragin’ via pin fall

FIW Grand Prix Quarter-Finals: Onikage versus Momoko Wakari
The jeers for Momoko Wakari rival some of the top stars’ due to her actions earlier in the night in Ninja’s and Maj’s match. A near polar opposite is the reaction Onikage gets when he comes out. Though perhaps Onikage shows the most reaction to the fans he’s ever done as he eyes them and their XK masks over. The majority of the fans tonight wearing masks that look identical to Xtreme Kitten’s unsettling the Savior of Sorrow a bit.

After the bell sounds Onikage extends an offer to chain wrestle, and surprisingly Momoko hesitantly accepts the offer, locking up with him. For the next few minutes a strange exchange occurs between the two wrestlers. Onikage keeps easily out chain wrestling Momoko, but each time he does, he does not capitalize like he could. Instead he merely stands up and waits for her to do the same and starts over. Perhaps the odder foot note is the fact the Wakari gets more and more driven seemingly with each time.

Then the masked oddity abruptly stops their chain wrestling and when she gets to her feet, throws a strike at Momoko that she narrowly avoids. Yet again another odd exchange occurs between the two for several minutes, the fans not sure what to make of it. Onikage simply dodges or blocks Momoko’s strikes and keeps throwing his own at her, not capitalizing on the blocked or dodged strikes. As well as the two’s expressions are opposites, Onikage as calm and cool as he’s ever been like the ocean. Mean while Momoko’s anger is slowly starting to surface to stand beside her frustration.

While Momoko throws a stray strike, Onikage takes it and uses it to whip the smaller fighter right into the ropes. He connects amazingly a hurricanrana upon her return to near him! The two quickly get to their feet and for the next few moments have quite the fast paced match. Both hitting some aerial attacks and showing how they can fly, despite Momoko’s slight sloppiness, she finally starts to gain the advantage over Onikage. That brings about the oddest thing yet, a smile from the Straight Edge Messiah.

It is when he gets back up to his feet after a flying cross body and Momoko is running the ropes that the end comes. She leaps into the air to connect with some thing, only for Onikage to side step it. Quickly he reverses it into For Whom the Bell Tolls, and without fail, after a few seconds, Momomko taps out. Afterwards Onikage extends his hand to the pink haired warrior; she looks it over and leaves, not shaking it as LOBO applauds her for not doing so.

However, some thing very strange then proceeds to occur, all the fans wearing the Xtreme Kitten masks in the crowd get to their feet. They aren’t cheering Onikage, merely standing there in silence as The Truth and Onikage look over them. Suddenly one of them races out from the crowd and leaps over the barricade, he slides right into the ring. FIW’s masked oddity faces off with who is revealed to be none other than Xtreme Kitten!

The two brawls and hammer each other with punches, elbows, forearms, chops as the Japanese fans for the first time tonight go wild. It lasts for a few minutes before security rushes the ring and gets in between them. Five security guards each hold the two former best friends back from attacking each other as they growl and hiss. Amazingly, both break free and charge right back at each other.

They get a few more good shots in on each other before security breaks them up for good and starts heading to the back with Xtreme Kitten. All the while the two call out at each other, both desiring to continue. Xtreme Kitten nearly breaks free again but more security guards surround him and ensure his getting to the back…


Winner: Onikage via submission
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The scene on our TV screen suddenly burns out like one of those vintage film strips as the feed cuts and into an overly familiar logo…


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…before it soon fades to backstage where it’s none other than the Deathmatch Bastard himself, Toan, sat down on a chair within an unidentified room.

His dishevelled mop of crimson-stained locks hangs over his scar-ridden brow as he looks down at the floor… soon enough, the mastermind, the manipulator, the charismatic voice of Red Cell in LOBO Malvado appears by his side and clears his throat lightly to gain his superior’s attention…

LOBO: It’s time, boss…

Toan looks up, sweeping his blood red locks out of his viewpoint as we see that he’s smoking what must be the famed crazy tarantula pot… exhaling out a noxious cloud of the unhealthy smoke that can’t do much good for people’s lungs in the immediate vicinity.

Toan’s included…

Though he casually flicks off a few small bits of the burning end of the blunt to something off-camera as LOBO sighs and rolls his eyes slightly from his client’s irresponsible actions.

Toan: It’s funny really… every time that Tier makes another one of his famed Godcast productions he always seems to be doing them to explain things in whatever odd little fantasy world he lives in.

Now… I hate to be the bringer of bad news but there are a few things we need to talk about in the time I personally paid for on this broadcast so we can get a few important things…


Toan briefly looks down at his blunt, smiling slightly

Toan: …into perspective.

Toan takes another last drag of the cigarette before extinguishing it on the unseen object out of the camera’s view

Toan: First and foremost, does anyone in this entire world let alone this entire organisation know the reason why I joined The Revolution? The first incarnation of The Revolution I mean…

LOBO? Do you know why I did it


LOBO looks perplexed at Toan’s question and just shrugs nonchalantly

LOBO: I’m afraid the degree you and I have of reasoning is hugely dissimilar, sir.

Toan nods slightly… we wonder if he actually understood all that

Toan: There was a reason why I joined The Revolution… it wasn’t just a spur of the moment feeling that I had when I went down the aisle during Tier and Swytch’s match with a bat wrapped in barbwire… it wasn’t just a random act of insanity on my part because, as insane as I have been in the past, there is a method to my madness.

I joined The Revolution, Tier, because I believed in you. I wasn’t uh… “hugely dissimilar”… to any of the half-wit recruits you brought into your fold because I too believed that you were the future of wrestling, I believed that you were our Messiah to purge TNT of it’s prejudice against men like you and I.

I believed that you were going to bring us to the promised land… but then you cast your followers aside like went meant nothing. We pledged our allegiance, we sold our souls to you… and you took liberty with that trust.

And if any of your followers just so happen to experience what everyone else in the first incarnation did two years ago… don’t say I didn’t warn you.


Toan looks away from the camera… letting loose a heavy sigh as LOBO crosses his arms over his trademark “Punisher” T-shirt

Toan: I’m not lying when I said I worshipped you…

It’s odd, isn’t it? You’re about five years my junior and I worshipped you like you were my heroes growing up… Robert Smith, Johnny Saint, Roger Moore, Marc Rocco… all of them I found extremely similar to you in various ways.

You were crafty, weird, violent, funny and artistic… all at the same time.

So much so I created a cult designed to strategically convert everyone in it’s fold to think EXACTLY like I did and THAT is where the Hardcore Card Cult came into play.

Poke fun at it all you want… that’s what it was.

Oh, and did you ever look on the front of one of the cards at all? Did you ever for one second take the time to read what was wrote about you?


Toan looks down and picks up a huge card… though hides one side of it from our view, showing only a small clop of bright red text upon a thick black background and several red decorations around it.

Toan: Now… I know that reading isn’t exactly your forte so I’ll explain to you, in brief, what was written on this card during the time I was on your side.

Amongst all the dogma and rhetoric has this one small passage which I believe dictated my intentions at the time;

“The Eternal Red rose from the ashes of the abyss, cast down by those who dare not be mentioned, he rose to save those restless souls from the agony of oppression within our profession”

Now, I may have suffered numerous injuries over the course of my sixteen year career but I do remember that I’ve never called myself The Eternal Red, not once, in my entire life… so who do you think would be referring to, O God Of Violence?


Toan’s bitter sarcastic tone comes along with him raising a quizzical eyebrow to the camera as he passes over the card to his Red Cell cohort… LOBO takes the said card and looks over at the writing

Toan: Tell me, LOBO… who does the person on the look like to you?

LOBO turns the card and peers over at the said picture the Hardcore Jesus pointed out… the enigmatic mastermind raises an eyebrow as he passes the card back to Toan

LOBO: Well… judging by the mask I’d say it’s either Kane or the man you’ve got to beat in a month.

Toan takes the card off his Jewish compatriot in the Anti-Horrorcore faction smiling as he looks down at the picture…

Then tears the card in two with his bare teeth but not before spitting right in the picture of the vintage Tier mask

Toan: I had a little patience, Tier… I assumed that you kicking me out was a test as like the test of Job in the Bible.

Job lost everything because of God… his family, his home, his possessions… but unfortunely, Job and I don’t share the same patience.

And for what you did to me, my friends, my family and everyone else… I will destroy you, I will destroy Horrorcore and everything you’ve ever hoped of doing here in FIW… even if it means my death.


Toan pauses as he breathes heavily, a malicious sneer creeps over his face as he speaks

Toan: We’ve already had our little pissing contests over the past couple of months, Tier… we’ve already proved that we can pull trump cards out of the arse to gain a significant advantage over the other, if even for just a small amount of time… and we’ve already proved that we’re not above breaking a few rules to win in this war, that your “soldiers” have already shown us.

But, one thing that you always seem to like to blether on about is how your tiny little group likes to integrate, likes to hybridise styles in equal measure… though, if memory serves, none of your cronies would know anything about wrestling.

Ninja, Nightmare, Elrick, Grant, Xanthius… all of them are just a freak show that thinks wrestling is all about dropping someone on their head millions of times.

And you, yourself, like to go on about how you are or were such a great wrestler when not getting thrown into exploding barbwire or a construction of light bulbs.

Well, Tier… I’ve been a part of this company since more or less it’s early inception and I can pretty much reassure you that nobody has ever seen you do anything but swing the Legacy Of Pain all the while you’ve been here.


Toan pauses momentarily…

Toan: So it’s about time you put your money where your mouth is, Tier… it’s about time you showed the world just how much of a great wrestler you think you are compared to me.

I’ve earned my chance at the Duel Crown Championship… I’ve scratched and clawed my way threw the ranks to earn this, so I think it would be only right you listen to what I say for once…

European Catch Rules, Tier… I’m sure you or El Bombastico have heard of them before.

They always say, “They don’t make them like they used to” so I say you accept the challenge to prove your worth as both the credible champion and wrestler that I know you severely lack in.

I’ll explain the rules of this contest the closer we get to our encounter… and although you may think I’m foolish to goad you into a match you think you can beat me in, I can assure you that you’ll be in an environment that is hugely unfamiliar and particularly uncomfortable for you.

I’ll see you soon… Tier…

Stay sharp…


And we fade back to the Red Cell logo momentarily before the feed is restored…

[align=center]FIW Grand Prix Quarter-Finals: Sean Madrox versus Xtreme Kitten
Madrox comes out and waits a few moments before not Xtreme Kitten, but Krähe comes out from the entrance way. He explains that he just saw to Xtreme Kitten being banned from the arena permanently for the rest of the evening. As such, Kitten wouldn’t be able to compete tonight in this match, and there for he forfeited it. Mark shrugs lightly and calls for the bell as Madrox shakes his head and heads to the back.

Winner: Sean Madrox via forfeit

Main Event : FIW Grand Prix Quarter-Finals: Matt Impact versus Xanthius
Matt Impact comes out to his standard fanfare, except the entire roster of Red Cell is with him tonight. Toan, LOBO Malvado, Smarty Smark, Momoko Wakari, Mijutso Tenaka, Maj Tahal, General Kumar Singh and even Kiyoshi Nakahata are there. The opposite is Xanthius who comes out solo, none of his stable backing him. The two stare each other down during the introductions and Tony calls for the bell, signaling the start.

Right out of the gate the two hammer away on each other, Matt Impact showing his brute strength with his punches while Xanthius favors elbow strikes. They go back and fourth for quite a few minutes, the Japanese fans applauding like mad for it. It isn’t until they near the ropes that one of them gets a clear advantage, that being when LOBO and Smarty grab Xanthius’ legs. Distracting Xanthius long enough for Matt to unload his trademark series of open hand slaps and chops, known as the Impact Strike Rush.

The big man slouches against the ropes and Impact goes to close in on him, but Clarke pushes Impact away, telling him to let Xanthius out of the ropes. Matt keeps acting like he’s trying to get past Tony, but now he’s playing the distraction. Since Wakari takes her boyfriend’s sign and drives it right into Xanthius’ family jewels. While he’s stunned Maj and the General hop up onto the apron, driving him neck first into the top rope and choking him.

After a few minutes expiring of this and Tony no longer puts up with Matt’s distractions, luckily just as Maj and the General drop back down. Clarke is none the wiser as Impact pulls Xanthius out of the ropes and connects with the package piledriver. In a rather lax and arrogant cover, Impact goes for the pin fall victory. But he amazingly only gets a one count before Xanthius actually tosses Matt right off of him!

Matt can’t believe it, arguing with the referee for a few moments that it wasn’t just a one count and that it’s Tony’s fault for counting so slow. Though their argument isn’t given much time as Xanthius is getting back to his feet. Red Cell’s biggest member throws a few jabs but Xanthius ducks and avoids them to unleash a flurry. For roughly around a few minutes Revolution’s biggest man delivers back hand chops and side palm chops, one right after another in rapid fire succession.

Japan’s fans happily applaud Xanthius’ offense and even start to cheer when he gets Impact to double over and set’s him up, and hits It Breaks A Spine! The Little Voice tormented wrestler rolls over onto the cover and hooks the leg. He only gets a one count before Matt places a foot on the ropes, which all of Red Cell brings to Tony’s attention. Annoyance is what both men are feeling now as Xanthius picks up Matt and brings him to his feet, whipping him into the ropes.

After the standard running the ropes Impact comes back to a bent over Xanthius, some thing he takes advantage of and connects with a running DDT on! Without wasting much time Matt gets Xanthius back up and after a few strikes whips him into the ropes. This time when it is Xanthius who runs back, he gets sent right into the canvas with a massive spinebuster! Impact goes for the cover, but amazingly Xanthius kicks out at two.

So frustrated is Matt Impact that he actually starts slamming his fists against the ground, he quickly locks in his tag team partner’s, Kiyoshi’s, trademark Dojime Sleeper! Perhaps showing a bit of both of them have been rubbing off on each other as of late. For quite a few minutes Matt wrenches back on the hold and Xanthius tries every thing he can to get free. It isn’t until the fans’ rallying behind him that he makes it over to the ropes and gets his foot up on the bottom one.

Tony tries to get Matt to break the hold but Red Cell’s biggest man isn’t having any of that and so Clarke starts the count. It isn’t until Tony gets to a four count that the tag champ actually does some thing. Raising five fingers to Clarke and saying “I got till five!” as he keeps the Dojime Sleeper locked in for a few more seconds before releasing it. He gets back up to his feet and helps Xanthius up to his, whipping him into the ropes once again.

Xanthius charges back and whatever Impact was going for we’ll never know, as Xanthius nearly runs right through the tag champ with a shoulder block! He bounces off of the ropes again while Matt scrambles back up to his feet. This time it is the flying lariat that finds its mark on the Impact Maker! He goes down with Matt and unloads a quick little flurry of punches to Impact’s skull while they are on the mat.

Little Voice’s servant brings the two of them back up to a vertical base and looks to go for X-assembly, but Matt blocks it. This goes on for quite a few minutes, it breaking down into punches being thrown between the two men. Eventually Xanthius gains a slight advantage again, long enough to whip Matt into the corner. He barrels towards it and leaps into the air, looking for a second flying lariat.

But all he gets instead is Matt Impact’s Sit Your Ass Down, that drives him skull first into the mat and he rolls out of the ring! Tony starts his count as Matt Impact taunts to the crowd and poses, Red Cell applauding him as the crowd hisses at him. At eight Xanthius starts to stir and that’s when they strike, Matt gets right into Tony’s face. This gives Red Cell the perfect chance to circle the ring and come down on Xanthius.

Smarty, Momoko, Mijutso, LOBO, the General and Maj Tahal all stomp away on Xanthius’ prone body. Despite Kiyoshi’s protests for them not to, Toan gets the rest of Red Cell to lift Xanthius up onto his feet. He stares into his eyes for only a moment before he slaps the taste right out of Xanthius’ mouth! Toan takes the Revolution’s biggest wrestler from his associates and throws him skull first into the steel turnbuckle!

Like lightning Red Cell moves away from Xanthius’ lifeless body as Matt backs away from Tony, allowing him to finish his count. Nine and ten both pass without any movement from Xanthius, and so sadly, Clarke calls for the bell. Red Cell applauds and whistles, and cheers Matt on from the ringside area. While Matt soaks up the jeers from the Japanese fans with a smug smirk on his face.


Winner: Matt Impact via count out
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JH: This is disgusting! Red Cell just stole the victory here tonight in the main event!

CM: Alright! Two of Red Cell's members are advancing to next week baby!

CL: Fuck Red Cell, Revolution is taking the Grand Prix. In either case, for Chip and Hitchen, I'm Conse, we'll see you next week...you wouldn't fucking DARE miss it!

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