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ReVolt; 01-10-07
Topic Started: Jan 11 2007, 04:39 AM (424 Views)
Crimson Shards
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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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Here we are inside the Sapporo Dome, just minutes into FIW ReVolt, and we are outside the locker room of one Revolutionary by the name of Nightmare, who opens his door and comes through rather quickly, obviously Nightmare is ready for his match tonight, a match where he can really make a statement for the Revolution. He grabs a roll of athletic tape out of a bag outside his room and starts taping his hands up, doing it slowly so he does it right, and hardly notices Toby Bostock strolling towards him.

Toby: "Hey, Nightmare, I wanted to ask you something really quick."

Nightmare looks up without saying anything to Toby, a silent go-ahead for the interviewer.

Toby: "What is your feeling on what happened between you and Kiyoshi last week in the Fighting Spirit title match, and will that translate into what's going to happen tonight?"

Nightmare shrugs, continuing to tape his hands up.

Nightmare: "Well, I'm not too bothered first of all about what happened between Kiyoshi and me last week. I fought my heart out, didn't come out the way I wanted it, but it's not a big deal. What happened, happened, and I'm gonna' move on. Besides, Grant and I have got a huge match tonight and have a chance to make a name for ourselves even in the Revolution."

A thought crosses his mind, causing the Prince of Pain to smirk as he finishes taping up and grabs his gloves, strapping them both on.

Nightmare: "Speakin'a which, you'd better be watching closely from now on, especially tonight because Kiyoshi and Matt are gonna find out soon enough the kind of impact Grant Rice and I can deliver."

He stands up as Toby looks a little confused, pursuing Nightmare a little bit.

Toby: "Wait--Nightmare, what's that supposed to mean?"

Nightmare is heard to chuckle softly to himself, an inside joke or an 'i-know-something-you-don't-know' chuckle, we can't say because...frankly, we don't know. Toby looks absolutely gobsmacked by the way, and merely shakes his head and wanders off in the other direction once Nightmare is out of sight.

JH: We have our opener, three people ready to get that first win, two have already debuted, but one has to show the world what he’s made of.

CM: Your so hopeful, just tell the world there three losers, wanting that big title.

CL: Or contract, they better impress me, I want some ass kicking, big style.

JH: You two need…

CM: To shut you up? Fully agree.

"Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine blares throughout the arena as Wayne Don comes down to the ring.

MA: The opener of the evening is a triple threat match, first hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds and standing at six foot three inches… WAYNE DOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!

He slides in, and awaits the arrival of his opponent.

CL: What a shit entrance…

JH: He doesn’t need to have to have a massive entrance Conse.

CM: To impress us he needs a little more then run to ring, that’s a little well, crap.

As "Lose Control" by Evanesence turns on our normal closed gates at the entrance of our stage is open. Long black mesh looking material is draped around the gates. From the back exits our very own Zesboca Devani with a loose black scarf that almost matches the material on the gates. She twirls the material around her body doing a simple start of a belly dance for the crowd. She slides across the stage grabbing a hold of the material on the gates. As she dances and slides across the floor she pulls the material with her. The last bit of the material is yanked down and left on the floor a long with her scarf. She stands at the end of the stage above the steps staring at the crowd.

[align=center]"Just once in my life,
I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once,
With all the pretty flowers in the dust."[/align]
MA: And his opponent! Hailing from Cairo, Egypt, weighing in at one hundred and fifty four pounds and standing at five foot ten inches… ZESBOCA DDDEEEEVVVVVAAAAAAAANNNNNNIIIIII!!!!!!!

Zesboca shakes her lower half with the rhythm of the song. Not taking the steps she jumps straight down from the stage. She spins dipping her body a little with her. Zesboca smirks and makes her way to the squared circle. She touches a few hands along the way mainly to the men that are rooting for her. Again she doesn't take the steps and slip in-between the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles.

JH: The latest FIW diva, she seems determined to get the first win.

CM: She‘s also trying to hard, I mean her clothing is awful.

CL: Yeah I agree, she needs to remove them… now!

Trumpets and drums blasts as Standing Ovation plays on the PA system. The lights fade into a light blue color as a white spotlight shines on the entranceway. Shaun walks out and the spotlight disappears as he walks to the three stairs. He stops and turns his back facing the entranceway as white pyro rains from the ReVoltrons.

MA: And the last competitor, hailing from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds and standing at five foot eleven inches… SSSHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAUUUUUNNN WWWWIIIIILLLLSSSSSSOONNNNN!!!!!

He then runs and slides into the ring, running and climbing onto the turnbuckles. He then backward flips off the ropes into the ring as he stretches and gets ready for his match.

JH: The last man in.

CM: The last man I want to see.

CL: Do we care, come on hurry up and end, I need to see something decent.

As the three of them stand in there respective corners, Richard Kelly has checked on all of them for illegal objects, finding non he then calls for the bell and it sounds. As the bell sounds all three cautiously approach the center of the ring, where we have a triple lock up, each one of them looking very cautious until quickly Wayne kicks Zesboca’s hand and as she swings he boots her hard in the gut, sending her reeling backwards, as she does he begins hammering Shaun with some vicious Forearm shots…

JH: Ouch, Vicious.

…Each shot sending him reeling as they reach the ropes, Wayne then goes for a Irish whip, having Shaun come back he goes for a knee to the gut, but Shaun rolls through it and slides back to his feet quickly, then himself striking Wayne, but not for long as they turn and both get snapped down as Zesboca comes flying off the ropes with a double springboard dropkick, Wayne rolls out the ring as Shaun clutches his chest in the corner.

JH: Beautiful springboard dropkick there.

CM: Wasn’t impressed, though this Wayne guy has potential.

CL: Hit one of the other ass heads with a chair or something sharp, I’ll be more interested, til then… it’s crap.

JH: Not everything in life is violent Conse.

CM: Then again, not everything in life is Conse, fortunately.

Zesboca looks to the crowd as Wayne begins to climb to his feet on the outside, she then runs to the opposite ropes before sprinting and then before she can leap, Shaun comes out of nowhere with a boot to the gut, causing Zessy to land on her knees, Shaun then looks over at Wayne, before he jumps over the ropes with a corkscrew plancha taking himself and Wayne down to the mats again. Shaun is first up though as he moves back into the ring, sliding in to break Richards count he looked like he was about to start, he then moves to Zesboca and picks her up to her feet, she still holds her gut as he then strikes her with some forearm shots, before Irish whipping her to the ropes, he comes back to be met with a very highly elevated dropkick.

CM: Ah come on, I’m starting to see Conse’s point, oh god, I may even agree.

CL: Don’t EVER say that again, got me?

JH: Ah, either way guys, Shaun looks in control of the match.

Shaun stands up, looking really cocky yet ready to go, but he doesn’t’t even see that Wayne has come in the ring, he slowly approaches Shaun who turns to be met with a boot to the gut, Wayne then grabs him in a front chancery before elevating Shaun up, before he throws him forward landing him right onto Zesboca, they both lay there looking quite exhausted, Wayne then innovatively, twists both Shaun and Zesboca’s legs together, he then arches his body over grabbing both there heads and wrenching back with a STF, Richard asks are they ok as the crowd go into a “ohhhh” sound.

JH: How innovative, this new man has a lot of talent in deed.

CM: Ok that is pretty good, just needs to make them tap out.

CL: Can we hope? Cause I do.

As Wayne keeps wrenching away, center of the ring he releases the hold, standing up and smirking as the fans have obviously picked there heel as some boos are heard from the crowd. He looks down at the pair of wrestlers, Shaun rolls away as Zesboca lays holding her neck, but Wayne just sees that as a advantage as he lifts her to her feet then he lifts her up with a fireman’s carry, he then lifts her up and looks for a gut crusher, but Zessy lands on her feet, hen quickly leaps up connecting with a enziguiri right to the side of Wayne’s head, he doesn’t expect it as he reels back a bit as Zesboca lands on her feet and then goes at him, hitting some hard kicks, left, right and even center at him…

CL: That’s it, whoop his ass!

JH: I thought you didn’t like her?

CL: Huh? I meant the guy in the fifth row, there arguing over popcorn.

CM: Where? Gotta be better then this.

Zessy gets him to the corner and she then moves back before attempting another kick, but Wayne blocks it, swinging her around into the corner, he backs off, but as he does Shaun swings him around looking for a punch, missing it as Wayne delivers a helluva left punch, taking him straight down, Wayne then turns to Zesboca but is surprised as she comes at him front handpsringing into him, kicking off his stomach, making him reel backwards as she lands on her feet and delivers a absolutely beautiful looking standing Phoenix splash, as she lands she makes the cover…

JH: Dancing On Flames! Into a cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…TH! NO BROKEN UP BY WAYNE!
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Wayne throws her off with a stiff kick to her side, she rolls off into the canvas and instantly he picks her up, moving her to the corner where he begins to hit her with a forearm flurry, before he picks her up and sits her on the top rope, he himself then begins to climb slowly, but Zesboca isn’t done yet as she gives him a few of her own strikes to the gut, making him wobble on the top rope, but he comes back with a few of his own before she with all her force pushes him off making Wayne land on his feet, but before Wayne has chance to deliver anything, Shaun comes charging and with all his speed grabs Wayne in a DDT and springs around, snapping a hard kick into Zesboca’s head making her reel on the top rope as he SNAPS Wayne’s skull into the canvas.

JH: Where the hell did he come from?

CM: Don’t know, but that was actually ok, dare I breathe it or think it.

CL: That’s why you’re a moron, Slit.

Shaun looking highly motivated gets up, seeing Wayne’s living in a good position to come from the top, he moves to Zesboca’s corner, quickly climbing and then holding her looking like he’s going to go for a Frankensteiner, but as he lifts up, she quickly rolls and pushes him off, back flipping but luckily he lands on his feet, but not luckily landing right into a boot from Wayne, Zessy obviously seeing the opportunity of a lifetime, she stands up and sees the doubled over Shaun, she LEAPS! From the top rope and NAILS! Shaun with a suck scissor kick from the top rope, she quickly makes the cover…

JH: ZESSY KICK! Cover!

CM: Well that was fascinating.

CL: No, it was flippy floppy shit.

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…TH! NO BROKEN UP BY WAYNE!
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…Wayne again breaks it up, but this time he quickly picks up Zesboca and boots her in the gut before throwing her with a lot of force outside of the ring, she crashes into the barricade as Wayne then quickly moves to Shaun. Sitting on Shaun’s back, he crosses Shaun’s arms over his chin before wrenching back with all his power, Shaun looks completely out f it as he screams to Richard to call for the bell, doing so Wayne releases the hold…

JH: Wayne Done wins on his debut, great start and what a devastating maneuver that was.

CM: He has potential, I guess.

CL: Who cares next match?

…As Shaun is checked on by Richard Kelly, Wayne climbs the ropes getting some cheers off the FIW faithful…

MA: Your winner! Via submission! WAYYNNNNNEEEEEE DDDDDDDOOOOOONNNN!!!!!!!

…Wayne climbs out the ring and makes his way backstage as the camera cuts to the commentary desk.

CL: Thank fuck, now some real action.

CM: Red Cell time, you mean.

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The camera slides from the commercial into the corridors of the Sapporo Dome, as we come into the scene nothing really grabbing the attention until we see a male, a youngish male, mid-20 possibly. He’s walking with a package in his hands, he has a clipboard in his right hand as in his left arm is the package, searching he finally stops, looking to his right he seems contempt, he then knocks on the door. A few moments later the door opens, a familiar face grabs us, it’s Elrick, an eyebrow leaning in a V towards the sky as he looks towards the young male, and the camera then catches in on the conversation.

???: Mr. Elrick, Christopher Elrick?

Elrick: Yeah that’s me, what’s up? I’m kind of busy…

The male nods, taking the package and moving it towards Elrick who takes it in his hands.

???: Yeah, I’m just a delivery boy, sorry to interrupt, this is from a Megan Elrick.

Elrick: A package? Sorry. Thank you.

Elrick’s eyes lighten up, he seemingly seems to be full of joy in a instance as he signs the clipboard paper and the lad leaves, Elrick doesn’t close the door weirdly enough so the camera quickly sneaks in to catch what’s going on. As the camera enters we see Elrick sitting down, he stares towards the package, he seems almost nervous in but he begins to unravel the paper around it, un doing so he reveals a box, it has a note written on it which Elrick reads to himself but the camera doesn’t get to see yet, as he smiles to himself, a hint of pride in the smile also but he places the note to his side on the chair he’s sat on.

Elrick opens the box up and his eyes seem to open a little wider, he seems full of joy as a smile creeps even wider over his face, placing his hand into the box he pulls out a little yellow teddy bear, tears all over its body, it seems old and very ragged, but Elrick still places it by his heart, almost hugging it for some weird reason. He then places it down on the seat, atop the letter he placed there previous, finally he reaches down into the box, pulling out a photograph, the photograph brings a tear to his eye but you can see he is happy with the tear, Elrick then speaks to himself, not really realizing the camera’s there as he’s caught up in the moment.


Elrick: I’m gonna win tonight for you two, I promise.

He stands up, taking the teddy with him, but placing the photo down, as he turns he places the teddy on the table near his wrestling attire before he walks into the shower area, closing the door and leaving the camera alone, as he does the camera takes advantage and looks at the photograph, it has “With Love from Megan + Skye” on it, Skye’s sat on Megan’s lap and there both wearing Elrick T-Shirts, the camera then reads the note…

___________________

To Chris,
I know we can’t be there and I’m sorry for it, but remember me and Skye both love you admirably and we wish you all the luck in the world, we’ll be watching, Skye’s even got a Elrick T-Shirt for support, look at the Photograph of us, it’ll prove it, anyways I wanted you to know I love you and when you win the title, call me afterwards ok? We need to talk.

[align=center]Love You Loads
Megan & Skye
XxXxX[/align]
___________________


…After reading the letter the camera fades, knowing it would be best to leave him now, he has a big match ahead after all, and the camera cuts back to the commentary desk.

The house lights drop, immediately sending the crowd into a frenzy as they know EXACTLY who's on their way..

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


RISE!
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As one, the crowd LEAPS to their feet, all of them throwing 'R' signs into the air as the lights all over the arena begin to blaze and strobe maniacally to the thunder known as 'Damage Done' by Mushroomhead. Nightmare steps out onto the stage, coat drifting behind him, and Grant Rice follows him out a moment later, both raising the 'R' handsign to the crowd on opposite sides of the ramp, the theme song barely being heard over the noise.

MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A TRRRRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM MATCH! ON THEIR WAY TO THE RING, AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 523 POUNDS, GRANT RICE AND NIGHTMARE, THEY ARE...THE! RRRRRRRRRRREVOLUUUUUUTION!

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


They converge at the center of the stage and head down the ramp, Nightmare tagging hands with the fans as Grant just heads straight for the ring, stopping at the apron to wait for Nightmare to reach him and slide underneath the ropes before entering the ring himself. He goes up on the turnbuckle, beckoning the crowd to shower the Revolution with their praise as Nightmare riles up the crowd on the other turnbuckle as only he can, taunting, flexing and such like. As soon as the chorus hits they begin screaming the lyrics with the song and the crowd, both holding up both hands in the 'R' handsign.

[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]


They drop off the buckle and meet in the center of the ring, speaking with each other quietly as the music and lights fade away, leaving the crowd at a fevered pitch and ready for war.

JH: The Revolution in the form of Grant Rice and Nightmare are going to settle for nothing less than victory tonight, they want so badly to continue their unprecedented streak; they have never lost as a unit since they formed months ago.

CM: That’s about to end right here and now, Bitchen. Momoko and the Evolution of Evil are going to tear them apart. And you can’t discount the awesomeness that is the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac.

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

[align=center]YEAAAA![/align]

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

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

MA: Introducing Team number 2, first from SANNNN DIEGO CALIFORNIA….PRRRRRIIIIIIIIMMMMEEE!

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.


CM: See that? Now THAT is an entrance.

JH: Something tells me something really bad is going to happen tonight thanks to him.

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

MA: His partner, from Saitama, Japan, she represents Red Cell and is accompanied by Lobo Malvado, MOMOOOOOKOOOO WAKAAAAARRIIIIIIIIIII!

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

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

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

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

JH: In the best interest of her health Momoko better hope to God or somebody else that Nightmare doesn’t get a tag when she’s in there.

[align=center]Yeah, I remember her saying "I'm already dead"
I'm already dead
I'm already dead
I'm already dead
I'm already dead
I'm already dead
I'm already dead


Well today I want you to get up and hold your hands in some stupid symbols

You're gonna get up and scream

You're gonna get up and...


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The rockin' opening guitars to the White Zombie classic "Real Solution #9" overtake our crowd as the lights plunge into blackness. Smoke floods the entryway as a shadowy figure steps onstage.

[align=center]Who will survive and what will be left of them?
Apocalyptic dreams see the ordinary madness
Who will survive and what will be left of them?
I never lock the dogs when the wolf is in the darkness
Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire
Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire
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The guitars roar back in and the lights rise to showcase the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac, Graver! He walks forward, observing the gathered fans and nodding behind his stark white mask in approval.

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

The fans voraciously boo Graver's placid walk to the ring, and Graver pays them no mind, simply moving at his own pace before sliding under the bottom rope.

[align=center]I keep a close watch
On this
Heart of mine
I walk a line
I walk a line
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Rob Zombie repeats "I'm already dead" as Graver ascends the turnbuckle and crosses his arms in Straight Edge glory, observing the gathered fans before finally dismounting and stretching his muscles on the ropes. The music fades and the lights rise as Graver moves to his corner.

JH: There’s the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac, as he likes to call himself, seemingly embracing this straight edge lifestyle brought on by Onikage.

CL: Wait a minute, where’s Daisuke? Could be hiding in Graver’s shoes for all we know..

JH: Look out!

Little known to the other competitors as “X” by X Japan pumps over the speakers, Daisuke “The Crow” managed to make his way over the guardrail and slide underneath the bottom rope, laying in a HARD kick to the chest to Momoko Wakari, knocking her back but saving Prime to club him over the back of the head, the bell rings signaling the beginning of the match.

CL: Looks like that didn’t work out!

JH: This won’t end well for Daisuke! He’d better hope Graver grows a pair to help him out!

Prime advances on Daisuke and physically lifts the man up, tossing him into the corner so Prime can lace a couple chops across the smaller man’s chest! “WHOO” goes the crowd despite the nastiness that Prime has shown lately, and Prime follows up by whipping Daisuke to the corner and looking to crush him with a body avalanche, but he’s cut off thanks to a right hook to the jaw from Grant Rice! It doesn’t knock the big man down but Grant presses the attack, continuing to throw the heavy lumber in the way of right hooks and left jabs, trying to knock the big man down. Finally, Prime stumbles back a couple steps and allows Grant to whip him into the ropes, Prime easily reverses it of course but Grant drops low just as he gets back to Prime, going underneath a fatal-looking Big Boot to take out his knee with a chop block!

JH: Somehow on his knees, Prime STILL towers over everybody in his match.

CM: Apparently those steroids not only make your muscles bigger, they make you appear bigger than you actually are. Like a rearview mirror, almost.

Before Grant can capitalize however he’s met at the turnstile with a forearm smash from Daisuke, knocking him to the mat, Daisuke is quickly on him with a La Magistral, rolling Grant over into a pin..

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2..

Prime soccer kicks Daisuke in the spine to break it up![/align]


JH: OUCH! The pin may not be the only thing broken there! What a kick!

Prime now picks up Daisuke and presses him above his head, easily doing so considering the lightness of Graver’s tag team partner, speaking of Graver he’s now entered the ring and axe-handles Prime in the throat to make him drop Daisuke, Graver WOULD go to follow up but Grant Rice intelligently grabs Graver and dumps him over the top rope, following him out there as now Daisuke is recovered enough to mount a comeback, and he does so by landing a kick to Prime’s gut, then he backs up a couple paces to roll into a Koppou kick, smacking his heel off of Prime’s head, driving the man down to a knee, Dai then charges and nails him with a shining wizard!

JH: Oooh! What a shot from Daisuke, that could be it!

Dai covers, hooking the leg as best he can..

[align=center]1..

2..

Prime kicks out so hard, Dai almost goes flying into the referee![/align]


CL: HOLY shit!

JH: Wow, what power from Prime!

CM: Do you have to make everything so goddamned dramatic?

JH: What do you want me to say? “Hoo-E! That boy sure is powerful strong?!” Shut the hell up, Chip.

Meanwhile on the outside, Graver and Grant Rice have been brawling on the outside, Graver seems to be getting the advantage by ramming Grant shoulder first into the railing but Grant fires an elbow with his undamaged arm into the chest of the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac, allowing Grant to whip Graver back-first into the stairs! He slides back into the ring underneath the bottom rope before the referee can complete his 10 count, just in time to see Prime make it to his corner and tag in Momoko Wakari, to the customary round of boos that Red Cell members have been getting as of late. Momoko wastes no time heading straight for Grant Rice, running into him with a flying shoulder tackle, following that up by putting the boots to the Revolutionary, the fast and furious style. Daisuke soon joins in with the stomp-age, the boos growing louder now until Daisuke suddenly jumps into a solebutt kick, staggering Momoko back, Daisuke hustles over and grabs her arm, flipping her over with a judo arm throw!

JH: Nicely done on the throw by Daisuke!

Daisuke scoots into the quick pin..

[align=center]1..

2..

Kickout![/align]


Dai rolls away from the failed pin attempt and picks himself up but is whirled around by Grant Rice who delivers a HARD right hand right to the jaw, Daisuke throws a kick at Grant’s head but Grant sidesteps it and fires a Jaw Jackin’ left hook but Dai catches it and rolls Grant over his shoulder, wrapping him up in a unique cradle pin..

[align=center]1..

2..

Kickout again![/align]


Seeing that his cradles aren’t working too well, Daisuke quickly gets away before any more damage can be done to him and tags in Graver, who pulls Grant up and takes him right back down with a short-arm clothesline. Graver picks him up again and sends Grant facefirst to the turnbuckle before turning him around and ROCKING Grant with a headbutt, dizzying the Revolutionary. Graver now backs into his own corner once Daisuke’s gotten to his feet over there, and charges smashing into Grant with a body avalanche! Grant goes down and Graver turns him over, holding up both legs, the referee telling Graver not to do what he’s going to do but gets a middle finger square between the eyes before Graver sends his foot south, possibly ruining the chances for any little Grant Rices in the future!

JH: That morally challenged bastard! Why do we even have this slug on contract?

CL: Because how much he kicks ass equals how much we pay him. And in Graver’s sense, that’s a LOT of cash.

Grant is crumpled, trying to recover now as Graver throws up the devil horns to the booing crowd while the referee screams at him about being disqualified if he does that again, obviously thinking that stomping Grant’s happy bits to pieces is pretty damn funny. What’s also pretty funny, only to LOBO Malvado though, is Momoko sneaking up behind Graver so that she can yank him backwards with a Russian leg sweep, following this up by jumping and stomping both feet into Graver’s chest! Grant is now getting back to his feet with the help of the ropes, the referee checking on him to make sure he can continue after the low blow which gives Momoko a chance to choke Graver until the referee turns back around. Momoko quickly scoots away from Graver so that she cannot be implicated in the crime, but will likely regret that as Grant hoists her up, seeing an opening, and slams her into the mat with the Killswytch!

JH: Whoa! Killswytch outta’ nowhere!

CL: Good eye by Grant there, he saw Momoko was too damned worried with getting caught for cheating so he plowed her Red Cell loving ass into the mat!

CM: The only way Grant won’t fuck this chance up is if he tags Nightmare in.

Grant obviously didn’t hear Chip as he rolls through tagging the Prince of Pain in, and Nightmare comes almost flying through the ropes, meeting Graver at the turnstile and trading right hands with him until Graver gets the quick advantage by poking Nightmare in the eyes, Graver grabs Nightmare and whips him toward the ropes but Nightmare slides underneath Grant Rice who charges and wipes Graver out with a clothesline! Nightmare comes back in quickly and sees Momoko coming at him, too quickly for the Prince of Pain as Momoko lashes out with a toe kick followed by a gouge of Nightmare’s eyes, the second time Nightmare’s eyes have been raked. She follows up with a pair of headbutts, trying her absolute best to draw blood, she pushes Nightmare into the corner and delivers a couple kicks to the ribs before jumping up on the top rope and stepping off so she can kick him in the head, but the last kick is not to be as Nightmare catches her in a modified capture and sets her down on the ground so Grant can pick her up back suplex style, Nightmare then clotheslines Momoko to the mat while Grant suplexes her!

CM: What in the fuck kind of tag team fancy bullshit was that?

JH: That was a tremendous move by the Revolution, Nightmare’s tag has fired them up!

The ref has just about lost complete control of this match if it were not for the rest of the competitors inside the ring leaving except for Graver, Nightmare and Grant, who are quickly joined by Prime who double clotheslines the Revolution to the mat! Prime flexes as he ROARS to the crowd, pretty much saying he’s going to annihilate them by himself if he has to, and picks Nightmare up who fights back with a knife edge chop to the massive chest of the Evolution of Excellence, Grant follows that with a HARD right hand to the jaw, Nightmare with a chop, Grant with another hard right until Prime is backed to the ropes, The Revolution trades glances and quickly charges Prime, both clotheslining the monster over the top rope to the floor! They turn their attention now to Graver but Nightmare turns quickly, cutting off Daisuke and SMASHING him into the mat with the End of Days! This unfortunately however gives Graver enough time to run Grant down with a cross arm bodyblock, he then picks Grant up quickly and sets him up for the Reject Driver, but Grant shoves him away and into Nightmare who connects with a Manhattan drop! Grant then fires himself off the ropes while Nightmare maintains the grip on Graver, and CLEARS GRAVER OUT with an Uzi kick to the head!

CL: Ohhhh man! Graver, GET UP!

JH: I think this one is all but over!

Nightmare covers as Grant stands in front of him..

[align=center]1..

2..

Momoko dives for the save but Grant heads her off…

3!

*DING DING*[/align]


CL: DAMN! Not again!

JH: Score one for the Revolution!

Nightmare rolls out of the ring with Grant following him, “Damage Done” reprising over the speakers as they celebrate their win and the preservation of their undefeated streak, Grant now making belt motions around his waist like he knows the tag titles are next.

MA: Your winners by pinfall, THE! RRRRRRREVOLUUUUUTION!

CM: This can’t be possible, Nightmare and Grant won once, and then again, and then they kept fucking WINNING! It’s like a bad dream I can’t wake up from!!

JH: Or…a nightmare? *chuckles* I think we all know what’s next for this branch of the Revolution, a certain couple of members of Red Cell and the FIW Tag Team Championships!

Nightmare and Grant make their way up the ramp, extremely happy with their victory, but all eyes are turned now back to the ring where Prime has snapped again, picking up Graver and hurling him into the corner so he can crush him with a body avalanche, then hoists him up again and DESTROYS him with an Authority Bomb! Daisuke comes in once he’s come to to try to stop Prime but gets plowed through the mat with another Authority Bomb for his trouble!

JH: STOP HIM! PRIME HAS SNAPPED!

Momoko now is trying to get away or possibly get to one of her weapons but Prime is instantly upon her clamping on the Full Nelson, wrenching back on the little deathmatch bitch with all the force he can muster, officials and referees and security trying to break it up as Prime roars at the top of his lungs while he maintains scary force on the hold!

CL: This is bad! This is REALLY bad! He’s gonna hurt her!

CM: LET HER GO, GODDAMN YOU!
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After the match the camera cuts away from the ringside area and to one of the many dull looking backstage hall ways. To be exact, it cuts backstage to where Toby Bostock is walking with the camera man, Jorge, right behind him. He seems to be in quite the hurry, wherever he is head to and as always is holding his trusty micro phone. Bostock shapely turns the corner and heads down a similar looking hall way, just with a lot of doors.

These doors each have a plastic plate on them with a different name of a FIW wrestler currently employed. Despite passing a few big name wrestlers’ rooms and a few lesser wrestlers’ rooms too, Toby doesn’t stop. His head shifts ever so slightly to the right, spotting one amongst them. The pace turns into almost a jog as he nears it, the camera capturing the words “Xtreme Kitten” when they get closer.

Just then, the locker room door opens and Toby’s face lights up, seeing what he believes to be none other than the FIW Undisputed International Champion himself! Though, that joy soon turns to disappointment when the figure turns around and comes face to mask with him. This masked man is slightly shorter and leaner, and a whole lot more Mexican along with his attire being more black themed than XK’s. Bostock stops in his tracks and Gatito Negro eyes over the interviewer in a rather not interested way.


Toby: Can we speak to Xtreme Kitten for a moment?!

Gatito Negro looks the smaller man up and down a few times and sighs lightly.

GN: Jorge is busy at the moment.

Toby blinks and looks towards the camera, though over the lens and at the man holding it.

Toby: You are?

A frown finds it’s place behind the cute and cuddly, and fluffy mask of Gatito Negro.

GN: Not the American passing himself off as Mexican monkey working that camera, Gatito Jorge.

FIW’s innocent staff member stares at Gatito Negro like he just spoke in some crazy moon man speech. Which only serves to further depress the Xtreme Kitten look-a-like and bring another sigh, this one longer, from the depths of his lungs.

GN: …Xtreme Kitten…

He says the name with a hint of disdain in the words and Bostock’s imaginary light bulb finally goes off.

Toby: Oh! I see! …

Toby looks around and shuffles his feet slightly before looking back at Negro.

Toby: Then can I ask you a few questions for him?

The thought of being interviewed doesn’t seem to appeal to Gatito Negro, given how he nearly looks some how even more depressed.

GN: …Must you? What is truly the point of all of this, honestly? It is not like I will serve to answer any thing ground breaking in what I say. Nor does this really need to be done as both of us will live on without it. If any thing, this’ll merely be a waste of every one’s time involved and be lost in the annuals of wrestling.

A few blinks is the only reaction Negro gets from his comments as Toby tries to wrap his tiny yet loveable brain around them.

Toby: But…that’s…my job! I’m an interviewer! See? I have a micro phone and every thing!

He smiles proudly and shoves the equipment he wields on a daily basis into the masked face of Gatito Negro. Slowly the Gatito’s shoulders slump down and he hangs his head ever so slightly in defeat.

GN: Very well…ask your futile queries that delve into my mind and it’s opinion…

Another sigh is brought about from Gatito Negro as Toby pulls out his cue card full of questions.

Toby: So, is Xtreme Kitten preparing for his match tonight?

The dark eyes of the Mexican wrestler looks at Toby, then at the camera lens, then back at Toby with a grudging disbelief.

GN: Yes…one could state that he is preparing for the massacre that awaits us tonight.

The side of Gatito Negro’s lips starts twitching and half of a smile almost forms on his face at the mentioning of a massacre. Bostock raises an eyebrow at this odd sight and looks back down at his card.

Toby: Now, the past few times we’ve seen them speak, Lucy is holding a tight leash on Xtreme Kitten now. Is that a trend that will continue tonight or will Kitten decide to send a message to Onikage yet again through violence?

That small glimpse of a half smile fades for a moment when Lucy is mentioned, but soon returns with the rest of what Toby says.

GN: I’ve just finished speaking to Xtreme Kitten, and my fellow Gatito knows what he must do tonight for the greater good…Now if you’ll excuse me.

Before Toby can protest or agree, Negro moves his way past the smaller man and starts heading down the hall, dragging his feet along the way. The camera focuses on him for a moment before cutting back to ringside.

CL: Finally, your all about to see three people get there asses kicked.

JH: All of them stayed very silent except Kiyoshi.

CM: That’s because of Red Cell, the…

CL: Pile of shit heads, yes we know.

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The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Attack” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and red strobe lights begin to flicker on and off.

[align=center]I WON'T SUFFER, BE BROKEN
GET TIRED, OR WASTED
SURRENDER TO NOTHING
I'LL GIVE UP WHAT I STARTED
AND STOPPED IT
FROM END TO BEGINNING
A NEW DAY IS COMING
AND I AM FINALLY FREE
[/align]
The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right. He begins to walk down the steel steps admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as he flips off the crowd.

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a fatal four way! First hailing from Fairfield, Connecticut, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds and standing at six feet five inches… SEAN MADDDDRRROOOOOOOOOXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!

[align=center]RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
I’LL ATTACK
RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
GO CHANGE YOURSELF
RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
NOW I’LL ATTACK
I’LL ATTACK, I’LL AA WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA
[/align]
Sean reaches the apron and he jumps up on it looking at both sides, then he flips over the top rope into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles and he once again taunts his infamous ‘X’ as the crowd continues with jeers. He then removes his sleeveless hoodie and waits for his opponent.

JH: Sean who’s been on quite the losing streak lately.

CL: Yeah, but he is a wannabe hardcore wrestler, so what do you expect.

CM: Excuse you, he is a slam! Legend.

CL: I care?

The industrial drumbeat of “Kiddy Grinder” thumps through the bodies of the thousands in attendance as the lights flicker. The camera scans the arena frantically until a chorus of boos signals a move to the entranceway where Monolith is stood with his head bowed.

MA: And! His opponent! Hailing from Des Moines, Iowa, weighing in at two hundred and seventy three pounds and standing at six feet four inches… MMONNNOOOLLLLLIIITTTHHH!!!!!

Strobes continue to flicker as he raises his head and cracks his neck before stalking his way towards the ring. Sliding into the ring, Monolith crawls to the corner and leans against the turnbuckle rocking slightly with an emotionless stare across his face as he awaits his opponent.

CL: Now, here’s a true wrestler, a true Hardcore wrestler.

CM: Pfft, more like a lunatic.

JH: I think that’s what he meant Chip.

CL: Shut up Bitchen, or I’ll make him beat you shitless.

"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.

MA: And the next competitor! Hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds and standing at five foot eight inches… KAILLLLEEEEEEYYY LANNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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.

CM: Oh why ruin the match with her?

CL: Because they needed some ass to look at and you ain’t in the ring are you?

CM: Think your funny don’t you?

JH: I though…

CM: SHUT UP!

The arena is plunged into darkness, with the only lights on in the building focused on the entrance stage which - as the synth intro to Rusty Nail starts - is filling up with smoke, pierced by an assortment of multi coloured lasers. The guitar starts up with the emergance of Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka from the artificial cloud, proudly strutting to the edge of the ramp. At his destination, he draws his sword from it's sheath at his belt and slashes forward in one fluid motion as he drops to one knee.

[align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete
Togireta, omoi de kasaneru kawaranai yume ni[/align]

Slowly Daisuke draws the sword back to himself and stabs the point down to the floor, as his voice continues to ring out around the arena. He strikes a praying warrior pose, just in time for...

[align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align]
MA: And finally! The last competitor, hailing from Komachi City, Aichi Prefecture, Japan, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds and standing at six foot one… KIYOSHI NAKAHATAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

The rest of the chorus is drowned out by a series of blinding explosions of pyro on the stage behind him, the smoke eventually clearing to reveal a hooded figure staring at the floor. Kiyoshi Nakahata surveys the ring and the crowd. There was once a time when Kiyoshi would have seemed overwhelmed and a hobbling Daisuke would have had to drag him down to the ring; but now that time seems long gone the way that he strides towards the ring to find his destiny, brushing straight past Daisuke who maintains his pose with his hands clasped on the hilt of his sword. When he eventually gets to the ring, Kiyoshi walks up the ring steps, and around the long way to his corner over the apron, and vaults up onto his corner, sitting himself down on the top rope. As the lights finally return, Daisuke finally opens his eyes and walks down to join his brother in arms in the corner before the start of the match.

CL: Oh luck, Red Cell’s little bitch.

CM: I don’t see Tier…

JH: Now guys come on, concentrate on the match.

CL: How bout I concentrate on kicking his ass two different shades of Sunday?

The ring is filled with all four competitors as they look towards each other, looking at one and another as Michaela Menendez walks over and checks on all four, searching for any hidden objects, finding non she waits for two people to exit the ring, Sean and Kailey do as Monolith and Kiyoshi look set to go toe to toe, the bell then sounds. Monolith quickly moves towards Kiyoshi, pushing him, this doesn’t seem to bold so well with Kiyoshi as he comes forward and instead of pushing Monolith, grabs his arm and takes him over and under with a hammerlock, wrenching at it, Monolith tries to break free, but instead Kiyoshi moves into a headlock, but not for long as he then snaps Monolith over with a headlock takeover not keeping it synched in though as he watches Monolith just climb to his feet, looking a hole through Kiyoshi.

CL: Come on Monolith, beat the bastard senseless.

CM: He can try.

JH: Either way, this looks very competitive.

Monolith doesn’t waste time, he comes straight at Kiyoshi with some hard right’s Kiyoshi seems to be blocking them though until Monolith rams! His knee into Kiyoshi’s gut making him double over, Monolith then smashes down on his back with s BIG double axe handle making him drop to a knee. Monolith then smashes another forearm into his back, keeping him down as he turns towards the other two, making sure there not coming after him, he then looks back towards Kiyoshi, picking him up and scooping him up, but at the Apex, Kiyoshi seems to reverse it in a very innovative way, swinging him down and onto the canvas with a cross am breaker, he swings over and begins wrenching in a armbar as Sean sees it, he comes in and boots down on Kiyoshi…

CL: Grr, Kiyoshi better not win this.

CM: He or Sean will win, the other don’t have it in them.

JH: Like Sean said to you last night?

CL: Damn Bitchen, nice one.

CM: Shut up! The pair of you.

With a smug grin Sean begins to climb out, but Kiyoshi is up and runs at him, kicking him right in the back of the leg, the kick makes Sean buckle and slide out the ring into the mats. Kiyoshi then turns around to come face to face with a HARD right punch to his cheek, Monolith keeps firing strike after strike but Kiyoshi then pushes him off before quickly grabbing and SNAPPING him over and down with a STO. Kiyoshi doesn’t go for the over though, he stands up, unexpectedly being tagged by Sean Madrox, not happily he leaves the ring as Sean enters, looking down at the taken down Monolith. Sean smirks though towards Kailey as he picks up Monolith and places him by Kailey’s corner, literally begging Kailey to enter the ring, as she does tagging Monolith out of the match and she enters.

CL: Oh what the hell, not these, come on get Monolith back in.

CM: He can’t Kiyoshi screwed him up.

JH: Sean wanted Kailey in, why?

CL: He’s a idiot?

Kailey and Sean then lock up, Sean being the bigger man, he overpowers her and takes her into a hammerlock, keeping it nice and tightly synched in, holding her in the position, Sean then spins her around, but what Sean doesn’t notice is that she comes around with a kick, landing a roundhouse kick right to the side of the head, Sean not expecting it reels backwards as a few boos and jeers are heard as on the entrance way, stands Ragin’, Kailey doesn’t notice nor does anyone bar the announce team and the crowd…

JH: What’s Ragin’ doing out here.

CL: Don’t know do I? Ask the all knowing asshole over there.

CM: Kailey maybe?

...Kailey moves to Sean, she looks set to hit him with a strike but she looks to her left seeing Ragin’ he smirks as he then turns towards the entrance and makes his leave, surprisingly Kailey moves over towards Monolith and tags him in, he’s not even sure he got tagged in as Kailey then slides out the ring and quickly follows after Ragin’…

JH: Hey where’s she going?

CM: After Ragin’ like I said.

CL: Lucky guess and you know it.

Sean watching her leave takes full advantage of Monolith’s still seemingly semi dizzy state, but he doesn’t realize Monolith played possum, Sean instead of getting a advantage gets a face full of fist, Monolith then comes at him with a array of strikes like no other, really taking him into the ropes, he then Irish whips Sean, but Sean reverses throwing Monolith to the ropes, Kiyoshi makes a tag on Monolith though, but neither Monolith or Sean even notice as only Michaela does. As Monolith reverses Sean who looks for a back body toss into a backdrop, but as he lifts he DRIVES Sean down onto the back of his head!

CL: CARTESIAN!!!! CIRCLE!!!!

CM: Ha! But he ain’t legal man, Kiyoshi is.

JH: It was a fair tag too Conse.

CL: Bullshit.

As Monolith stands Kiyoshi comes flying at him with a running knee strike, it connects and Monolith falls out of the ring, Kiyoshi then looks to Sean who’s stirring but clutching his neck, Kiyoshi quickly moves him over and then clutches Sean in a sleeper hold, before scissoring his legs around Sean’s body…

CL: DON’T YOU FUCKING TAP!

CM: He’s going to!

CL: No h…

…Sean taps out, having no choice as Kiyoshi releases him, Monolith stands up and looks grinding his teeth together as Michaela raises Kiyoshi’s arm into the air…

CL: FUCK!

CM: Ha! Told you didn’t I.

…Kiyoshi gets given both his championships…

MA: Your winner! Via submission! KIYOSHIIIIIII NAKAHATAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

…Kiyoshi starts to get up, only to be knocked silly by Grant Rice’s UZI Yakuza Kick!

JH: Grant Rice has hit the ring! Grant Rice has hit the ring!

CM: What the heck is that freak doing there?!

CL: He didn’t fucking come alone either!

Nakahata staggers right into the looming figure of the Revolution member known as Nightmare! He kicks Kiyoshi in the mid-section and wraps his arms around him after he doubles over. With ease the big man scoops him up onto his shoulders and carries him towards the ropes.

CM: No! Don’t do it! Some body stop him!

JH: Nightmare can’t be doing what I think he is doing!

CL: He fucking is!

The Prince of Pain powerbombs Kiyoshi Nakahata over the top rope, sending the double champ sailing through the air. He crash lands and goes right through the time keeper’s table to cheers! Nightmare and Grant Rice smirk at one another and throw up the “R” hand symbol before heading to the back.

CL: Nightmare said Grant and he were going to make an impact, and fuck did they!

CM: Oh my god! Kiyoshi! Some body needs to go check on him!

JH: You can’t imagine Red Cell will take this without a word! What will await the Princes of Agony when Impakahata crosses their paths next time?!
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”Continuation of the recording from two weeks ago” flashes over the screen and is shortly replaced by the words “Part II” before fading out. The picture fades back in from the darkness and to some thing that is certainly not in the arena FIW is in. Rather the camera is filming the court yard of what appears to be a traditional Japanese dojo. On the stone steps in front of it is a small army of men, all dressed in the typical black Ninja attire.

They all strike and move to the commands of one that is standing in front of them all and facing them. All together making a battle cry with each strike and movement that echoes into the trees of the forest like area that surrounds the Dojo and them. With each collective step a monstrous thud rings out of the stone tiles. Though, the camera man turns its attention away from them and to the three it is following.

Each was seen last week in a similar segment and they are Extreme Ninja #4, Extreme Ninja #2 is in similar attire to those training and a mystery woman. Once they pass the wave of rookies they hurry up the steps and walk along the wooden path way. The camera man does his best to try and keep up with them as they go along side the Dojo. Each of the three remains silent as they walk on the right side of it, turning when they get to the end.

It is then that the camera man’s recording device takes in all that is behind the massive Dojo, a beautiful garden. There is even a small pond in the center of the garden in this yard, and a tree near by the pond. Despite this beautiful sight, none of them pay attention to it as they make a right and head straight. Their foot steps make a light tap with each one that is made against the old wood.

This path connects off of the Dojo and to a smaller building behind it, one that looks more like a traditional house. It is when they near the house that their pace starts to slow down a bit, the woman, who’s leading them, looks over her shoulder. A smirk is present on her face which causes EN #4 to look downward, though no reaction out of EN #2.


Mystery Woman: Been a while since you’ve been here, hasn’t it?

She gets no reply from Extreme Ninja #2 and frowns lightly as he continues to stare straight ahead. The woman turns her attention back to in front of her and continues to lead the two. Idly she stretches her arms and puts her hands behind her head, slowly moving them closer to the building. Once they are almost each walking right up against the wall she stops, grabbing the door and sliding it open.

The three step inside and the camera man hustles in after them before she manages to slide the door back shut. Each of them takes off their shoes at the door way and walk deeper into the room. Oddly enough, there doesn’t appear to be any thing in this room, just another traditional Japanese paper door leading to another room. Extreme Ninja #2 and Extreme Ninja #4 sit down on their knees in the center of it, EN #2 bringing his back pack to in front of him.


Mystery Woman: It’ll probably be a few days before he speaks with you, the old man’s been a bit busy as of late.

She says as she walks over and kneels in front of Extreme Ninja #2, taking from him some thing he pulls out of his bag. Swiftly she stands back up and heads towards the door leading to whatever room is behind it.

Mystery Woman: You can go and make yourself at home, Extreme Ninja #4 should be able to show you around from here on out. Also number four, don’t forget to help with the trainees later tonight, it’s your turn.

Extreme Ninja #4 nods his head and bows, pushing his body back up to a vertical base and heading towards the door out of the room.

Extreme Ninja #2: I’d like to stay here until he can see me.

The woman loosens her grip on the door and looks back over her shoulder as Extreme Ninja #4 turns back around as well. They both look over the second generation Extreme Ninja, EN #4 takes a few steps back towards his superior.

Extreme Ninja #2: Do not worry number four, just make sure some one brings me a bit of water and I’ll be fine.

Extreme Ninja #4 stands there for a few moments and then looks over at the woman, and starts looking in between the two. She sighs ever so slightly and grabs a hold of the door tightly again, turning her gaze to EN #4.

Mystery Woman: It’s okay, leave him here if he so requests it.

With that said she opens the door and quickly enters and slides it back shut before the camera can even catch a glimpse of what is inside the room. Extreme Ninja #4 is still looking a bit confused by his body language, but then mutedly sighs and slumps his shoulders. He walks over to the other door and opens it, stepping back outside of the house and closes the door behind him. The Ninja’s foot steps echo in the distance as Extreme Ninja #2 sits there alone, patiently awaiting some thing as the camera fades to black…

JH: Chip, you ready for your favourite sport?

CM: Circle jerking?

JH: I meant Elrick-bashing.

CL: They both involve bashing a dick, just one's small and pathetic, and the other's Elrick.

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

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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. 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 signalling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway.

MA: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the FIW UNDISTPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! In the ring first, the challenger, weighing in at 268lbs, from Leamington Spa, England....ELRIIIIIIIICK!

CM: He forgot to mention FIW's Number One Douchebag.

JH: Don't knock him, he's been getting back on track recently. Look at the list of the other people that made it, like him, to the finals of the Grand Prix 2006.
Onikage, Sean Madrox, Matt Impact, Kailey Lane and Maj Tahal. 4 top champions, and the winner of the Grand Prix. That's impressive in anyone's books.

CL: Good thing I've forgotten how to read...

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

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

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MA: And his opponent, being accompanied by Lucy, from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia, weighing 255lbs, the FIW UNDISPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION.....XTREME KITTEEEEEEEEEEEN!

Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again kicks the fencing with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring; they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs.

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I open wide my bloodshot eyes
Count the dead
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Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hops off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match.

CM: This is going to be one short match.

CL: Fuck you, Chip.

CM: What? I would've thought you'd agree.

CL: I do. I've decided that everytime I have to agree with you, instead of putting myself through the ordeal of admitting you're right, I'll just say fuck you.

CM: Oh right, well, thanks for agreeing.

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Xtreme Kitten and Elrick stand facing eachother at the centre of the ring. Elrick looks on at XK with an unbreakable determination. Xtreme Kitten, meanwhile, seems to not seem to interested in his opponent opposite. He looks out to the crowd either side. Elrick sees this disrespect, and quickly tries to deter it. Method of choice? A charge down. Elrick runs straight towards Xtreme Kitten, ready to take down the International Champion, but XK suddenly turns and hits a painful roundhouse kick straight to Elrick's head. Elrick goes sprawling to the floor, his early match momentum causing him to suffer. Xtreme Kitten grins, as the crowd boo loudly. On the side, Lucy laughs, finding that Elrick's eagerness is amusing.

CM: See that! First move Elrick makes and he gets taken down for the count!

CL: Xtreme Kitten obviously realised that Elrick takes this seriously, and took advantage by seeming disinterested.

JH: A sneaky move by XK.

CM: Clever move.

JH: Sneaky.

CM: Clever.

JH: Sneaky.

CM: Clever.

JH: Clever...

CM: Thank you for agreeing with me! Ha bitch! Tried to trick me!

Elrick quickly rolls up, much to the delight of the crowd. He shakes his head, and looks across at the grinning Xtreme Kitten. A grin then comes across Elrick's face as well. Kitten finds this amusing, as Elrick makes his way to the centre of the ring. He raises up one of his hands, to offer a test of strength. Kitten looks at this, and then at Elrick, who nods his head. Xtreme Kitten seems to chuckle a bit, and then shrugs, as he places his hand and locks it into Elrick's. He then does so with Elrick's other hand as well. The two then suddenly start to apply pressure, with Xtreme Kitten trying to push down and Elrick trying to push up. The crowd cheer on Elrick, but does not seem to do much good, as Xtreme Kitten begins to push down. Elrick tries to fight it, but it seems no good as Xtreme Kitten, with apparently not much effort, pushes them down. But then, Elrick begins to fight back. Confusion and straight begins to show on Xtreme Kitten, as his arms begin to move up against his will. Elrick, obviously trying hard, lifts the arms higher.

JH: Elrick's fighting back!

CM: It's not fair! Xtreme Kitten was tricked! He wasn't aware that Elrick was heavier!

CL: Apart from the loud announcement at the start of the match that stated his weight?

CM: Fuck you, Clarence!

CL: Thanks for agreeing with me.

Elrick lifts the arms higher, and then suddenly pulls Xtreme Kitten in. He places XK's head under his arm, and hits a sudden snap suplex. Xtreme Kitten's back slams against the mat. The crowd cheer as Elrick rises to his feet quickly, while Xtreme Kitten rolls on his front and puts his hand on his back. He quickly rises to his feet and looks to Elrick, who this time is wearing the grin. Xtreme Kitten does not grin back though, instead going straight up to Elrick, and starting an onslaught of strikes. Chops and elbows, followed by kicks to the body send Elrick back into the ropes. A sudden throat thrust sends Elrick straight over the top rope, and to the outside. Xtreme Kitten stays on the attack, going to the outside as well. He grabs the head of Elrick, and lifts him back to his feet. But Elrick is soon back down after an over shoulder arm drag. The crowd boo as Xtreme Kitten goes down and starts a load of mounted palm strikes.

JH: Elrick's confidence has angered Xtreme Kitten, and now he's beginning to see what happens when you get an angry International Champion.

CM: Thank god. I was starting to think that Elrick was going to try and put up a proper fight.

Xtreme Kitten rises to his feet again, only to be greeted by the jeers of the crowd. This is not what he notices though. What he does notice is that Mark Jackson has already started the count. Xtreme Kitten, not one to win by count-out, grabs Elrick and rolls him back into the ring. He slides back in himself. He goes back over to Elrick, and tries to lift him once more. This time, though, Elrick starts firing punches into the abdomen. Xtreme Kitten quickly react by kicking Elrick in the stomach, making him double over. Xtreme Kitten then runs, bounces off the ropes and lifts his knee to hit Elrick in the head. Elrick, though, drops to the floor on his front, and rolls. Xtreme Kitten stumbles, trying to regain his balance. He spins around, but Elrick has already risen. This time, Xtreme Kitten is on the end of the strikes, with Elrick firing lefts and rights to the face of XK. He goes against the ropes. Elrick irish whips the International Champion towards the opposite ropes. XK rebounds back towards Elrick, where he's met by a snap powerslam. The crowd stand up and cheer, as Elrick hooks the leg for the pin. Mark Johnson goes down to make the count.

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CM: HA! One count!

CM: Well it has been only a short time so far...you can't expect a close call count yet.

CM: Yeah okay, whatever. Hey, Claire, you haven't spoken in a while. What's up with that?

JH: Umm Chip? Constance has been watching his portable DVD player for the last minute.

CM: Huh what's he watching here...NGIW?! ERRRRR!

Elrick stands up, and waits for Xtreme Kitten to rise. As soon as XK's to his feet, he's irish whipped into the turnbuckle. He only just crashes backwards into it, when he's met by a running clothesline from Elrick, crushing him into the corner. As he stumbles out, Elrick quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle. As Xtreme Kitten turns around, Elrick quickly jumps off, diving down towards XK with a double axe handle. Xtreme Kitten spots this, and suddenly jumps in the air, hitting Elrick with a front dropkick. Elrick goes falling backwards, slamming against the turnbuckle, and collapsing face first onto the mat. An audible "oooooh" is heard from the pain, all probably wincing from the pain that Elrick just suffered. Xtreme Kitten gets up, waiting a minute to catch his breath. Lucy shouts to get on the attack quickly, and Xtreme Kitten soon follows orders. Elrick is starting to rise to his feet. Xtreme Kitten walks over and gets Elrick in a front headlock. He then lifts up Elrick to the air in a suplex. He stalls it once Elrick it vertically above him. He starts to walk backwards, away from the turnbuckle, and to the centre of the ring. Xtreme Kitten, seeming not to really struggle at holding up Elrick. He finally brings Elrick down, completing the suplex. After Elrick has slammed to the mat, Xtreme goes over and pins Elrick.

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CM: Too soon for a close count did you say?

JH: Xtreme Kitten hadn't been dropkicked in mid-flight, straight into a turnbuckle and onto his face.

CL: Huh? That sounds like an interesting idea, where’d you get that from?

CM: Look who’s back…

JH: It just happened with Elrick, Constance.

CL: Ah fuck, first decent spot of the match and I missed it.

CM: One decent spot missed for a brief watch of the worst disgrace to wrestling since they hired Kurt Royale.

JH: It’s too late, Chip. He can’t hear you, he’s watching his DVD again.

Xtreme Kitten raises up from the pin. He looks down at Elrick. Elrick seems to be somewhat on his side. Xtreme Kitten kicks Elrick’s side, making him roll onto his front. From there, Elrick jumps around and goes down, locking in a side headlock onto Elrick. The pressure is immediately applied to the head of Elrick, who starts to shout in pain. He moves, kicking his feet and his arms, but his struggling has not effect, as XK keeps it locked on. Lucy shouts at Kitten to keep it up. Xtreme Kitten puts on more pressure to the skull of the Career Killer. Mark Jackson goes down to check on Elrick, and does the “ask if they want to continue” routine, only to be answered by the screams of Elrick trying to find a way out of the hold. Elrick places his hands flat on the mat beside him, and begins to push up. He starts to lift his body off the floor, but Xtreme Kitten soon overpowers him and pulls him straight back down onto the canvas. The crowd start to chant, riling on Elrick. He once again tries the same technique, only to be once more pulled back down by the International Champion. Elrick tries one more time, this time being able to slide his knees in underneath him. From there Elrick starts to try and make his way to his feet. Xtreme Kitten grits his teeth, trying to once again pull Elrick back down to the mat, but to no avail. Elrick finally gets to one foot, and then both. Xtreme Kitten still tries to apply the headlock, as Elrick gets his arm around the waist of him. Elrick then starts to lift the International Champion backwards, into a backdrop. Xtreme Kitten though, spins when in the air, so landing on his feet behind Elrick. Elrick spins around in shock. Xtreme Kitten goes for a front kick, but Elrick somehow sidesteps it. Xtreme Kitten loses his balance, turning his back on Elrick. The Career Killer sees the opportunity, quickly placing his head in-between the legs of Xtreme Kitten, and lifting up the International Champion onto his shoulders. He then reaches up and grabs the head of XK, and brings him driving down into the mat with Career Suicide.

JH: CAREER SUICIDE!

CM: Once Xtreme Kitten gets straight back up, Elrick’s going to realise that that move was just as it’s named.

The crowd pop, as Elrick quickly makes the cover.

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CL: Oooh close call.

JH: So you’ve decided to leave the past once more and join back with the current Horrorcore revolution?

CM: Shut up! After the PPV, I’m never going to have to hear you refer to FIW as Horrorcore ever again!

CL: Ah get over it Chip. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll give you a book on phrases to use when watching the new generation of wrestling.

Elrick gets on his knees, in disappointment that he didn’t get the three count. The crowd cheer him on though, and he soon rises to his feet. This is soon followed by Xtreme Kitten doing it also. He looks at Elrick, who immediately charges at his and knocks him down with a lariat. XK gets up as quickly as he can, still dazed, only to once again have himself knocked down by Elrick with another lariat. The crowd cheer on Elrick, who gets ready for the International Champion to rise once more. Xtreme Kitten does so, and Elrick once more bursts into speed again. But this time, Xtreme Kitten ducks under the arm, and runs against the ropes. Elrick spins around, as Xtreme Kitten rebounds off, and comes straight at Elrick, hitting the Cat Kick! Elrick goes sprawling to the floor.

CM: CAT KICK! I TOLD YOU THIS WAS GOING TO BE A SHORT ONE!

JH: That was one painful looking move right there.

CL: Well Elrick put up a good fight. I didn’t see it, but I’m sure he did.

Mark Jackson looks over and checks Elrick, who appears to be out cold. Xtreme Kitten, who’s trying to regain his breath, indicated to Mark Jackson to start the count.

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Xtreme Kitten goes back and leans against the ropes, watching Elrick, who’s movements amount to his hands slowly going up to his face. Lucy watches on in pleasure, while the crowd try their best to cheer on the fallen face.

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JH: Looks like this one is over, folks.

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Just then, Elrick rolls himself to his side, with his right arm swinging up and grabbing the second rope. A look of surprise comes across the International Champion’s face, as the crowd cheer extremely loudly. Elrick begins to pull himself up, using the ropes, with a look of determination on his face that’s been gone for months.

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JH: My god! Elrick’s getting up!

CM: Why doesn’t he just stay down?! What’s the point of getting up now! He should be thankful that he didn’t suffer as bad as he could’ve he Xtreme Kitten saw him as a challenge!

Elrick finally gets to a vertical base. After getting his balance, still using the ropes, he turns around. He turns his body to face Xtreme Kitten, not realising that he’s walked straight into the path of another Cat Kick! He collapses at the centre of the ring, as Xtreme Kitten picks himself up, still in slight shock that Elrick got up from the first Cat Kick. The crowd boo tremendously, Lucy being the only person apparently in the building that’s cheering. As Elrick lays on the canvas, it’s clear to see he now has been busted open. The blood starts to come from his forehead, as he lays there motionless.

JH: My God! Another Cat Kick! That’s got to be it!

CL: Goodnight Irene.

CM: Who’s Irene?

CL: An ex-wife. Everytime I see a big move, I imagine it’s her getting hit with it.

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Xtreme Kitten stands, hands on knees, staring down at Elrick. This time Elrick does not seem to making any moves.

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JH: Elrick gave it everything he had, and almost had the championship within his grasp at one point, and although he may not leave with the title, he’ll leave with the respect of this audience.

CM: Yeah, because you can write that on your resume…

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Just then, Elrick stirs once more. Blood going down the side of his forehead, he slowly rolls himself onto his front. The crowd spot this and start to cheer him along. Xtreme Kitten looks on in a sort of stunned disbelief.

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Elrick begins to push himself up onto all fours, blood dripping onto the canvas below him.

CM: Stay down you son of a bitch!

JH: Elrick just won’t quit!

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Elrick slowly tries to pick himself up once more. He tries to get on his fit, leaning on his hands.

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Elrick, just before the 10, raises to his feet. With the blood dripping down his face, he looks around, dazed.

JH: ELRICK’S UP! ELRICK’S UP! ELRICK’S UP!

He looks around, and straight into the boot of Xtreme Kitten. XK had taken his final run up, burying one more Cat Kick straight into the skull of Elrick. The Career Killer falls to the canvas, in an unattractive collapse. Xtreme Kitten stays on his knees, as Michael Jackson starts the count.

CM: ELRICK’S DOWN! ELRICK’S DOWN!

CL: Fucking fuck.

JH: Well put. Well put.

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Xtreme Kitten, catching his breath, looks up at Elrick, who lays on the canvas, now bleeding extensively.

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JH: Elrick has proven to everyone here tonight that he’s not someone to be taken lightly.

CL: The man stood up after two cat kicks, Jonathon.

CM: And he still lost...

CL: Why do you always count people out so soon?

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Xtreme Kitten raises to his feet, now once again grinning. He looks down at Elrick. Elrick begins to stir. He starts to raise his head, as Xtreme Kitten looks on. The crowd cheer Elrick on.

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JH: Go on Elrick! Get up! Get up!

CM: Will you shut up, you mark?!

Elrick starts to rolls over when…

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MA: Here is your winner, by knockout, and STILL FIW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION…XTREME KITTEN!

The crowd begin to boo extremely loudly, as Xtreme Kitten’s grin shows once more. Fear Factory’s “Body Hammer” starts to play on the P.A., as Lucy goes over and grabs the International Championship. She rolls into the ring, and hands it to Xtreme Kitten. He takes it, and raises his hands in the air in celebration. He then looks down at Elrick, who’s still trying to get up. Xtreme Kitten suddenly kicks Elrick in the facing, knocking him back down onto the canvas. The crowd boo even louder, as Lucy just grins at this. Xtreme Kitten looks down at his boot, to see he has some of Elrick’s blood on it. He bends down and wipes it off on his hand. He looks at the blood, and then wipes it off his hand, on the arm of the knocked out challenger.

JH: What a pitiful display by the champion after the match!

CM: What do you mean? The bastard was still trying to get up, even after he lost. And who the fuck wants Elrick’s blood on their shoe?

JH: Well, apart from Xtreme Kitten’s display then, Elrick showed tonight that he’s still a force here in FIW.

CL: Not many stand up after a Cat Kick. Barely any stand up after two. No-one gets up from the third.

JH: Xtreme Kitten victorious here on ReVolt tonight, but Elrick put up a fight to be remembered.

CM: Sure…for what little time he had an offence…
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CL: Now it’s time for the main event, that’ll see the Revolution taking one step closer to destroying Red Cell…Oh and that Onikage might help out a bit too.

JH: Not only that but this’ll be under lucha libre tag team style rules, which means tags won’t be needed to become the legal man!

CM: A match that easily favors Red Cell in this one.

CL: How the fuck do you figure that? They have a British guy, an Indian guy and a New Yorker on their team. Revolution has Tier who’s got a lucha background, Onikage as well as much as I hate the sheep fucker’s guts, and Xanthius is just fucking destructive.

JH: I have to agree with Conse, Tier’s team certainly seems more familiar with these rules than Red Cell.

CM: Yeah…well…I…shut up…


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

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

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

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

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

You will pay the price for my own sweet brother
And for what he has become
And a hundred other boys and girls
And all that you have done!”
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Matt Impact and Kiyoshi Nakahata, Maj Tahal walk out infront, pushing their way threw the baying fans…

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

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

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

"U R now entering the Kingdom Of Pain"

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

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

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

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

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

No mitigating circumstance
No! No! No! No!

No lawyers fees, no second chance
No! No! No! No!”
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Impact and Kiyoshi get to the end of the aisle before splitting off and standing guard on either side of the aisle, allowing Maj and LOBO to climb into the ring and bad mouth/sneer at the crowd baying for their blood…

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

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

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

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

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

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

No mitigating circumstance
No! No! No! No!

No lawyers fees, no second chance
No! No! No! No!”
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Toan stands proudly in the center of the ring and removes his shades, looking out with a contemptuous glare at the fans until Maj Tahal shoves his way in front of the leader of Red Cell as Impact and Kiyoshi climb into the ring with Kiyoshi sitting on his team’s corner, crossing his arms as Mijutso proudly holds up a sign reading;

“Hey, Conse! VAGINA!!”

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


CM: Alright Red Cell!

JH: Maj Tahal seems to be trying to steal Toan’s thunder, even in the entrance…

CL: Yeah, that’s because none of those egomaniacs know how to work as a team. Unlike the team that’s about to come ou-


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 steps none other than our Dual Crown Champion, the Immortal, Eternal Red, and the God of Violence... TIER! Following behind him are the members of his Revolution; Xanthius, Nightmare, Grant Rice and Elrick.

[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.

The members of the Revolution all assemble in the ring, Tier in the forefront. He moves forward and 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. The rest of the Revolution raises their "R"s as well, prompting more 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]

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


JH: It would seem the entire Revolution, sans Ninja, is out in full force tonight!

CL: That’s probably to even out the playing field due to Kiyoshi, LOBO and Momoko, Mijutso all being out there for Red Cell.

CM: You said they were all a team unlike Red Cell, yet I seem to only count two of the team mates…Where’s Oni-


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

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


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

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

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

The shadow within me…
Gonna lead the revival…

No Simple Survival for me
[/align]

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


CL: Fucker, couldn’t even for one match come out with his team mates for it.

JH: Onikage’s made it pretty clear he wants only one thing out of this match and doesn’t wish to be associated with either Revolution or Red Cell.

CM: And that’s why the freak will always be nothing more than a fool, he’s offered a spot in Red Cell, yet he never gives a proper response to LOBO!

JH: I can’t honestly blame Onikage for not taking a spot in Red Cell.

CL: Yeah, speaking of Red Cell, I’m actually surprised one of their members is missing. I would’ve figured that fat fu-

SS: Hey guys! I’m back like that crappy new version of Bomberman!

CM: Yay! Smarty!


Mijutso: Ahem, introducing first and the over all better team, they weigh in tonight at a combined weight of one Donkey Kong, that’s seven hundred and fifty one pounds for all you virgins out there, and are the future FIW Dual Crown Champion, the FIW Tag Team Champion of the World and the FIW Two Thousand and Six Grand Prix Champion…they represent Red Cell…THEY! ARE! TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN~!!! AND~! MMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJ TAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAL~!!! AND~! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT IIIIIIMMMMMMMMMPAAAAAAAAACT~!!!


SS: Beautiful, simply beautiful set of lungs that boy has on him.

CL: Gargh! Die chubby nerd of infinite annoyance!

CM: Shush Conse, Smarty is going to enlighten you to the ways of Red Cell.

JH: Hopefully that’s not as graphic as it sounds.

Michael Anderson snatches the micro phone away from Mijutso and Xanthius chases the junior heavyweight out of the ring, sending him fleeing and hiding behind his girlfriend.

SS: It’s not like I’m going to gang bang him or do him DP style Hitchen.

CL: Gah…visuals…of…Smarty…naked….won’t…leave…head…must…use…screw…driver!

CM: Yeah, stop trying to corrupt us with your dirty mind Hitchen.

JH: Oh brother…


MA: And introducing the opposing team, they are representing the Revolution and weigh in at a combined weight of five hundred and twelve pounds, one half of them is the reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…THEY! ARE! TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR~!!! AND~! XAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTHIUSSSSSSSS~!!! And their final and third team mate weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds, and stands at six feet and two inches…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


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


Once the final ring of the bell sounds Tier bolts towards the center of the ring and at Toan, the Hardcore Jesus side steps the God of Violence however and sends him sailing over the top rope! Toan wastes very little time as he rushes towards the ropes and springs off of them, rushing right back towards the side of the ring Tier is near. Just as the God of Violence stands up on the outside Toan flies between the middle and top ropes with a topei con hilo! He collides with Tier butt first and Tier staggers backwards, leaning against the barricade as Toan drops to the ringside floor!

CM: That’s what I’m talking about!

JH:Good lord! Toan just hit a topei con hilo and made Tier splat against the barricade!

SS: Ha, even with his million dollar bionic knees Tier wasn’t able to slow things down and run out of the way in time of that!

CL: I think Toan might fucking regret doing that…

As Conse finishes his cryptic message Xanthius enters the ring and eyes Tier and Toan on the outside, the Hardcore Jesus pulling on Tier to get to his feet. The big man bounces off of the ropes and sprints towards the side of the ring as Maj tries t hurry in. The Panthera doesn’t make it into the ring in time to stop him as Xanthius dives under the top rope! Like a heat seeking missile he soars through the air and drives Toan spine first into the barricade, sickeningly bashing his own skull into the barricade too!

JH: Suicide Dive! Oh my god! The big man just went airborne!

CM: Ow-ow-ow-ow-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH~!!!

SS: That big mentally retarded freak just might’ve snapped Toan in two!

CL: Booyah! Revolution, one, Red Cell, jack shit.

Tahal curses under his breath and looks around quickly, his eyes darting every which way, he curses under his breath again. He races into the ropes and is shot out of them and towards the other side of the ring. Tier isn’t suspecting a thing as he slowly tries to help Xanthius up, despite the big man seeming out of it. Red Cell’s Panthera leaps up and lands on the top rope, spring boarding off of it with a shooting star press that takes out Tier & Xanthius!

CL: Fuck! Fuck! That little bastard ju-

SS: Just did some thing that made this match actually go up one snow flake on spots alone. Now let’s get this sequence over with, shall we?

JH: In any case, this men are killing themselves already! They are putting their bodies all on the line!

CM: And it looks like Matt’s up next!

Impact is doing just as Chip announced, his turn, by walking across the apron and climbing up the turnbuckle! Maj and Toan start to stir and get to their feet as Xanthius is finally coming to and no longer needs Tier to aid him in standing. Xanthius grabs Toan by his shirt and pulls him in close to throw a punch right his way as Tier and Maj start exchanging chops. Before the big man can fire off any blows though Matt Impact launches off of the top turnbuckle and he comes crashing down on all four with a moonsault!

SS: Holy fucking shit! Matt actually hit his moonsault for once! I’m marking the fuck out!

JH: Good lord! Impact is one of the biggest men in this promotion and is the biggest in this match!

CM: Viva la Red Cell! That shows you how passionate they all are to rid FIW of the cancer known as Tier! They’ll not only give their own bodies to the cause, but their fellow team mates’ bodies as well!

CL: I can’t believe I’m fucking saying this, but, come on Onikage, even out these odds on the outside!

The five bodies on the outside look like they were all in a car wreckage of some kind, bodies laying mangled every which way in a pile. Clarke isn’t quite sure what to do as he looks down at the remains of what was the majority of the match’s wrestlers. Onikage enters the ring and looks around a bit, the fans cheering him on as he runs into the ropes. He heads straight to the other side’s ropes like a bullet train; he leaps up onto the top rope and balances up on it until Red Cell starts to stir. As soon as Maj and Toan start getting to their feet he flips off of the top in a swanton splash manner, taking them both down!

CM: No! Maj! Toan!

JH: And now every one is down on the ringside floor!

SS: Thanks for the tip Sherlock, you really are a master detective being able to figure that one out all by yourself.

CL: Hey, Hitchen is my bitch, get your own Smark.

Red Cell and the Revolution both start moving towards their team mates that are now out on the floor, worrying about their well being. Onikage’s body rolls off of the top of the pile when one of the bodies tries to push its way to the top. Xanthius gasps for air as he yanks Tier up by his arm, bringing him up as well. Revolution and its team mate rolls back into the ring as Maj and Toan start to stir, LOBO and Mijutso checking on Impact who seems to be in pain.

JH: Matt Impact might’ve eliminated himself from this match and it’s math! And it seems like Xanthius is bleeding from the head already in this match!

SS: That’s some decent selling on his part.

CL: Wow, such fucking compassion for a guy that might actually be hurt that’s on your fucking side!

CM: Who’s selling what?

Onikage and Tier remain out on the apron as Xanthius rolls all the way through and into the ring just as Maj Tahal rolls in on the other side. Upon spotting the biggest man in Revolution, Tahal charges across the ring and meets him head on. Tahal hits a jumping lariat, only for it to send Xanthius staggering back a few steps. Red Cell’s GP winner panics and bolts away from the bigger man, bouncing off of the ropes. Maj comes back and leaps up into the air again, hitting a second jumping lariat but Xanthius doesn’t leave his feet!

CL: Ha, Maj Tahal is just like a little Nat when fucking with Xanthius.

SS: Learn how to sell you jacked up freak, yeesh.

JH: What on earth do you keep rambling on about Smarty?

CM: Some one’s selling him some thing…I think…

Xanthius burns a hole into Maj’s skull with how deeply he’s glaring at him, Tahal rushes away from his impending doom. Instead he springs off the opposite set of ropes and barrels right back towards his foe with all of his energy. He leaps into the air and tosses his arm forward for the lariat, only to cause Xanthius to stagger again. Suddenly some thing catches Maj’s eye and he looks away, slowly Xanthius looks towards where he’s looking too. A smirk spreads across Tahal’s face as his thumb shoots out and pokes Xanthius right in the eye, bringing him down to his knees.

SS: Yay for shady chicken shit heel tactics!

CL: God fucking damn it! The punk resorted to a thumb to the eye!

CM: Hey, it’s not his fault that Xanthius is just a big dumb rock of a man.

JH: I don’t think Xanthius is dumb at all, and if Maj isn’t careful, he might feel Xanthius’ wrath for that cheap shot.

FIW’s Panthera slaps his hand over his chest and taunts to the fans confidently, quite proud of himself and runs back to the ropes. For a fourth time he springs off of the ropes and he charges towards his almost fallen opponent, looking to jump. Just as he is about to Xanthius lunges forward and head butts Maj right in the mid-section, doubling him over. Xanthius quickly gets up and grabs a hold of the smaller man, tightening his hold on him and lifting him up into the air. Revolution’s enforcer holds him up there for a moment before he drives him down with It Breaks A Spine!

CM: Oh no, Maj!

JH: It Breaks A Spine! It Breaks A Spine! Xanthius just hit It Breaks A Spine!

SS: You’re like a big bag of cliché’s, you know that Hitchen?

CL: Yes! Beat the shit out of that little curry eating bastard!

From the sheer impact of the maneuver Maj Tahal bounces off of the canvas and ends up dropping a few inches from where he did originally. Before Xanthius can capitalize though, Tahal quickly rolls out onto the apron and Toan enters the ring. The two men that had met the previous week stare each other down for a moment. Like lightning Toan rushes Xanthius and goes for the Jesus Bomber lariat, only for Xanthius to duck under it. However, the Hardcore Jesus rebounds off of the ropes and gets Xanthius from behind with the Jesus Bomber!

JH: Toan hit a rebound Jesus Bomber and darn near broke Xanthius’ neck!

CM: Yes! Take care of that trash Toan!

CL: Fuck sake, this isn’t fair! He had Maj finished off!

SS: It is fair though, since that is what these spot fest rules allow, Conse.

Toan looks over Xanthius for a moment and decides better than to try and lift him up, instead heads for the turnbuckle. Quickly he climbs up the first and second buckles, making his way to the very top and trying to gingerly position his body. Just as he’s about to launch a Death from Above, another body makes its way up the turnbuckle. Onikage slugs the Hardcore Jesus and starts wailing on him. Red Cell’s seconds yell and shout at Clarke to do some thing but it isn’t technically illegal.

CL: All these seconds for both Red Cell and Revolution are making this match look like some kind of retarded boxing match.

SS: Except boxing’s fake.

JH: What?

CM: I knew it! I knew boxing was fake!

Trying to rally back an offense Toan unloads a head butt on the masked skull of Onikage, only to have the masked oddity grab his head and ram them together a few times. With Toan dazed, the Savior of Sorrow locks his head into a front face lock and maneuvers around him on the turnbuckle. Xanthius is to his feet and marches over to the turnbuckle, keeping an eye on Red Cell as they prepare. In a incredibly reckless move Onikage throws his own body backwards, bringing Toan down for the ride. As he does Xanthius grabs Toan’s legs and hops into the air, the duo hitting a super DDT and ribbreaker combo as Xanthius drives his knees into Toan’s mid-section!

SS: Sweet Holy Halo of Pearl! What the frag was that?!

CL: Oh, did they just do some thing the great Smarty Smark hasn’t seen before?

CM: Toan’s head! No wait, Toan’s ribs! Gah! I can’t decide what could be in worse shape!

JH: Lord almighty! I’ve never seen a ribbreaker hit from that angle but god darn it did they do some serious damage!

Like a thief in the night Onikage rolls back out onto the apron as Xanthius sits in the corner with Toan’s lifeless body partly on top of his lap. He moves Toan’s legs off of him and rolls the Hardcore Jesus over onto his back. A small trickle of blood, not much like Xanthius’ own, runs down the side of Toan’s forehead. Rather than go for a pin fall the big man yanks a handful of Toan’s red locks and brings him to his feet. Red Cell’s leader is seemingly on his last legs as Xanthius puts his head between his own legs, setting up for the X-assembly.

CM: What are you doing?! You’re going to kill Toan!

JH: It would seem Xanthius isn’t satisfied with just that putting Toan away.

SS: Take this fucker home and job the Revolution boys already.

CL: Fuck you Smark.

Immediately LOBO and Mijutso hop up onto the apron and distract Tony Clarke, the referee walking away from the match to deal with the two of them. Sadly for them, Xanthius’ patience is thin as he drops Toan’s lifeless body and storms towards them. Suddenly he’s whipped around and a steel chair cracks right over the cranium of the Revolution member! Momoko smirks and drops down, rolling out of the ring without any one being any the wiser. LOBO and Mijutso drop from the apron and Tony Clarke turns around to see both Toan and Xanthius down.

JH: That dirty no good bunch of cheaters! Momoko just used Xanthius’ head as a impression for that steel chair!

CM: It’s why Red Cell rules and Revo drools!

CL: Wow, where did you hear that one Chip, the fourth grade?

SS: You were in the fourth grade when that became popular? …You must’ve been held back a few years I see…

Between the two, Toan is the first one to stir, sitting up and clutching at his ribs as he struggles to breath, blood dripping down onto his clothes. The Crimson King with one arm clutching his ribs and the other pulling drags his carcass to the ropes. Sloppily he gropes at the ropes and grabs a hold of the middle one, bringing his body back up to a vertical base. Just as he does, Xanthius sits up, looking mighty angry over the steel that cracked his skull a few moments ago. He starts to get to his feet as Toan closes in on him, grabbing him in a front face lock and dropping him back down with the Amen DDT!

CL: Fuck you Toan, Jake Roberts, Raven and Tier all do or did that better than you!

SS: Would have to be did in the case of the first two, they are too rolly pully now a days to get a decent impact without risking their own fat crushing their bodies.

JH: I may not like him, but it is amazing Toan is still going with potentially a cracked rib.

CM: That’s right! Respect Toan! He’s putting all these Japanese asses into these seats! They love him!

As soon as his skull collides with the canvas Xanthius rolls out of the ring and to the safety of the apron wisely. To quite the applause and cheer Tier steps in between the top and middle rope, looking across the ring from Toan. FIW’s God of Violence leaps through the air for a running cross body, but Toan ducks under it. Impressively Tier tilts his body in mid-air to land on his feet at a slant, the two run the ropes. When they meet in the center of the ring again Toan chucks out his arm for the Jesus Bomber, which Tier ducks under!

SS: Tier’s been watching too much of that Matrix crap. Have any one you guys seen those? Absolute rubbish, really, the Star Wars for our Generation, yeah, right.

CL: Can you please focus on the match and not some fucking movie?

CM: Those three films were so friggin’ trippy.

JH: I don’t know, I didn’t mind the fi-I mean, ladies and gentlemen this is quite the stalemate! Tier went for the Catch Me and missed, and Toan went for the Jesus Bomber and missed! Who will be the one to break the stalemate, who?!

They run the ropes a second time and come back at one another, this time Tier leaps into the air and goes to grab Toan’s head, looking for a running Wegenleid! But Toan ducks under it and goes behind the Immortal Eternal Red, shooting up his leg. The kick hits in a shady fashion but Clarke isn’t sure if it was intentional or not. In either case Toan throws out his thumb, looking for his trademark submission hold. Except he finds nothing but air as Tier ducks under Toan’s hand and whips around, grabbing Toan.

CM: Darn it! He almost had Spider in the Brain locked in!

JH: Tier looks to be maybe going for another attempt at the Wegenleid?

SS: This is what is known as hype to the later date singles match, children.

CL: …Shut up, shut up or I’ll punch you right in your god damn Adam’s apple.

Revolution’s leader throws out a kick to the mid-section as he pulls Toan in to try and make it near impossible to avoid. Though, perhaps amazingly, Toan does avoid the kick and reverses the momentum on the hold, pulling Tier in. He kicks the Owner of FIW in the mid-section, doubling him over and hooks him in a front face lock. Red Cell’s Personal Jesus scoops him up and drops him, spiking him right on his skull with the Razorblade Kiss! Just as Toan is about to go for the cover he feels a smack on the back and Tony signals the tag.

JH: Holy cow! Toan might’ve just crippled Tier with that Razorblade Kiss!

CM: Wait a second, Maj just tagged in, but, I thought there weren’t any tags!

CL: From my understanding, tags can happen still, just they aren’t entirely needed.

SS: Exactly, though why the fudge is Maj tagging in?!

Maj Tahal with a smug smirk hops up onto the top of his team’s turnbuckle and looks down at the lifeless body of Tier. He braces himself and then leaps into the air, spinning around and around before gravity kicks in. With a thunderous thud he crashes down onto Tier’s prone body with the Bombay Nights! The Panthera hooks both of Tier’s legs as Tony Clarke drops down for the count!

CL: That fucking little worm wants the glory for himself!

SS: Genius, pure genius!


[align=center]1![/align]


CM: There is no way Tier is kicking out of that, he just got hit by the combo of the Razorblade Kiss and the Bombay Nights!

JH: Look! Xanthius is to his feet and entering the ring!


Xanthius enters the ropes, and even with being a bit light headed, sprints across the ring to break up the pin fall attempt.


[align=center]2![/align]


CL: Xanthius do it! You can do it!

SS: Heh, Onikage doesn’t seem too bothered with helping him break up the pin.


The big man knows he isn’t going to make it in time and so he dives across the ring, his fingers as out stretched as they possibly can, trying to break it up.


[align=center]THR-NO! BREAK UP BY XANTHIUS!


NO! HE WAS TOO LATE!


3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
[/align]


CM: Yes! Red Cell wins! Red Cell wins!

JH: If we see this at Nensai Senjou or whenever Maj Tahal receives his shot, we could have a new Dual Crown Champion!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by pin fall…MMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAJ TAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAL~! TOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN~! MMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAATT IMMMMMMMPAAAAAACT~! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED CEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL~!!!


Xanthius pounds the canvas in fury as “The Hunt” blasts over the sound system to hissing like jeers from the fans. Momoko Wakari, LOBO Malvado, Mijutso Tenaka, and Kiyoshi Nakahata all slide into the ring. LOBO and Mijutso help a now still slightly out of it and limping Matt Impact into the ring. Tahal sits up and the members of Red Cell start celebrating until Toan storms over.

He shoves Maj Tahal and gets in his face, not happy at all about his victory being taken from him. Maj tries to play it off but the Hardcore Jesus simply shoves him again in response. Before any thing can get too heated though Xanthius strikes, punching and lariating any member of Red Cell he can get his hands on! He sends Impact soaring back over the top rope!

Though the numbers game easily starts evening those odds as LOBO, Momoko, Mijutso, Toan and Maj all start fighting back, with Kiyoshi the only one backing off. Sadly, it’s too late; Nightmare, Elrick and Grant Rice enter the ring! All three other Revolution members charge to the other side, throwing lariats and yakuza kicks in an attempt to aid Xanthius! The crowd starts cheering like mad as an all out assault begins between the two factions.

Nightmare sends Mijutso flying over the top rope and hit the ringside floor with a splat via powerbomb with Nightmare following after him! While Elrick and Maj duke it out, Maj using a leg lariat that sends Elrick and him flying over the top rope! Grant tries to toss Momoko over the top rope with an over the shoulder powerslam, but she grabs hold and sends both of them tumbling over! Xanthius and Toan just keep hammering away on each other, blood pouring out of each of their heads!


SS: Fuck yes! A riot!

JH: This is utter chaos! Red Cell and Revolution are going at each other’s throats!

CM: Get ‘em! Get ‘em! Show him some of your moves Mijutso!

CL: Fucking snap her neck in two Grant!

Tony Clarke dives out of the ring and tries to separate the factions from each other, but he’s only one man and very little he can do. FIW officials and security start flooding from the back, and amongst them, no one notices a non-staff member sneak through. He races right into the ring and slides in, glaring at the man demanding Timmy the time keeper give him his windbreaker back. Onikage doesn’t even notice Xtreme Kitten’s presence until he wraps the steel chain around the masked oddity’s neck and throws him over the top rope, into the ring!

CM: Xtreme Kitten’s in the ring! Xtreme Kitten’s got a chain!

JH: Dear lord! The officials are finally getting this riot to the back and splitting them up, and just as they do, Kitten comes out and attacks Onikage!

SS: No one touches a fine piece of woman like Lucy and gets away with it!

CL: I guess we now know what Gatito Negro spoke to Kitten about!

Xtreme Kitten plants his foot against the middle of Onikage’s back and wrenches back on the chain, choking him. FIW’s Straight Edge Artist’s hands flail about as they try to grab the chain and the ropes, trying any one to free them. Eventually that freedom comes when Kitten yanks the chain out from around Onikage’s throat. Instead he starts whipping the masked oddity across the back with the steel chain, cuts forming all across it!

JH: This isn’t right! This just isn’t right! Some body’s gotta stop Kitten! He’s going to kill Onikage!

SS: Well guys, I’m out, I gotta head to the back to make sure no law suits need to be filed for what Revolution is doing to my boys, peace.

CL: This was a perfect distraction for him to use! All of the officials and security members are busy with Revolution and Red Cell!

CM: Make him suffer Kitten, make him suffer!

FIW’s Undisputed International Champion keeps whipping Onikage across the back until it actually starts to bleed. The masked oddity tries to crawl under the ropes for safety but Kitten pulls him back out from under them. In fact, he brings him back up to his feet and pushes him into the ropes, letting him lean on them. Xtreme Kitten winds up and slugs Onikage right in the gut with his fist wrapped in steel chain. A small spit full of blood flies out of the freak’s mouth and splatters onto XK’s mask.

CL: Blood! Yes! Woo! Fucking hell this is great!

CM: I can’t agree more! Onikage is finally getting what he’s had coming to him!

JH: For Pete sake, he might be evil, but he’s still a human being!

The Savior of Sorrow crumbles down onto his belly on the canvas, coughing up spit and a bit of blood. But Kitten isn’t done with him yet; rather he squats down over Onikage’s lifeless body and wraps the chain around his neck one more time. He rears back and wrenches back on it, causing life to spring into Onikage’s body again as he gasps and gags. Finally FIW officials and security head towards the ring, but Gatito Negro cuts them off! He threateningly swings his own steel chain at them as he cuts them off from saving Onikage!

CM: Ha! Onikage can’t even be saved by the FIW staff members!

JH: This is disgusting! He could seriously injury Onikage! He might even end his career!

CL: Don’t get my hopes up like that, Hitchen.

Xtreme Kitten wrenches back as far as he possibly can on his choke hold, blood starts pouring out of Onikage’s mouth as he coughs it up. A small puddle starts forming under him as it runs down his mask and chest and onto the canvas. It starts spreading further, nearly covering the entire mat under his body. Finally a figure slides into the ring and charges right at Xtreme Kitten with a fury. The Feline one let’s go and grabs his chain, sliding under the ropes and narrowly avoiding Kiyoshi Nakahata!

JH: Kiyoshi just might have saved Onikage’s life!

CM: Kiyoshi what the heck are you doing saving that idiot?! You’re Red Cell, he’s the enemy!

CL: For once, I agree, what the fuck is wrong with Jappy boy?!

Kiyoshi kneels beside Onikage’s fallen frame and checks on him as Xtreme Kitten makes his way up the entrance walk way with Gatito Negro. He glares back at the ring and at Kiyoshi as officials rush past them. They quickly slide into the ring and huddle near Kiyoshi, checking on Onikage. Xtreme Kitten hisses in rage and tightens his grip on the steel chain as he glares at the Judo Sensei and the Savior of Sorrow.

CM: This main event has been crazy! We saw Tier defeated like he should be, Red Cell and Revolution break out into a war, and Xtreme Kitten nearly kill Onikage only for him to be saved by Kiyoshi!

JH: Things are seriously starting to heat up as we near the end of the road to Nensai Senjou!

CL: That’s fucking right, for Chip and Hitchen, I’m Conse and we’re signing off for the night. See ya next week here on ReVolt, you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!

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