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| Nensai Senjou '07; 01-28-07 | |
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| Crimson Shards | Jan 30 2007, 04:53 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]”As the day is long as the damage don-“ ”YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION, MAN?!?!” ”AND I SAY YOU’RE FULL OF SHIT!” And I'm a black rainbow And I'm an ape of god I've got a face that's made for violence upon And I'm a teen distortion Survived abortion A rebel from the waist down Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I wanna thank you mom I wanna thank you dad For bringing this fuckin world to a bitter end I never really hated a one true god But the god of the people I hated You say you wanted evolution The ape was a great big hit YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION, MAN?! AND I SAY YOU’RE FULL OF SHIT! We're disposable teens We're disposable teens We're disposable teens We're disposable We're disposable TEENS We're disposable TEENS We're disposable TEENS We're disposable You say you wanted evolution The ape was a great big hit YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION, MAN?! AND I SAY THAT YOU’RE FULL OF SHIT! Yeah yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah The more that you fear us The bigger we get The more that you fear us The bigger we get And don't be surprised, don't be surprised Don't be surprised when we destroy all of it Yeah yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah You say you wanted evolution The ape was a great big hit YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION, MAN?! AND I SAY THAT YOU’RE FULL OF SHIT! Yeah, yeah, yeah You say you wanted evolution The ape was a great big hit YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION, MAN?! AND I SAY THAT YOU’RE FULL OF SHIT! Yeah, yeah, yeah We're disposable teens We're disposable teens We're disposable teens We're disposable We're disposable TEENS! We're disposable TEENS! We're disposable TEENS! We're disposable TEENS! We're disposable Yeah yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah You Say You Want A Revolution ![]() [/align] |
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| Crimson Shards | Jan 30 2007, 04:55 AM Post #2 |
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Michael Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is the first of our two Dark Matches. It is scheduled for one fall with a Ten Minute Time Limit. Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, he weighs in at 250 pounds. He is Dragon! The lights go dim as "Headstrong" by Trapt begins to play throughout the arena, red strobe lights then begin to flash, rotate, and light up the stage and gold pyro begins to shower down to the left and right of The Dragon as he appears on stage. With his head down and standing there for a few second, he then looks up and begins to confidently walk his way down to the ring. As The Dragon makes his way to the ring he pauses infront of the stairs and looks out into the crowd before running up the stairs and into the ring. The Dragon then makes his way to the left turnbuckle, climbs up it, and lifts both arms in the air and flexes his chest and arm muscles as he pauses for a few seconds and then climbs back down in anticipation of the beginning of the match. Michael Anderson: And his opponent, making his FIW Debut, he hails from Denver, Colorado. He weighs in at 285 pounds, here is the Self-Proclaimed “MileHigh Madman” Drake Love! The Drake Love entrance video begins to roll on the Global-Tron as AFI's Prelude 12-21 begins to blare over the PA system. [dohtml]<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"></embed></object>[/dohtml] [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promise to depart just promise one thing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. [/align] Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage. [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promised you my heart just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead. [align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me. This is what I thought, so think me naive I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, ) Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] The opening bell rings and the two men go to work. Drake rushes at Dragon and locks up Dragon with a go-behind. Drake then shifts his weight forward to drive Dragon onto the mat with Drake locked on from behind. Dragon swims out of the hold and goes to lock on an armbar. Drake nips forward out of the hold and then spins around to try to catch Dragon in a Front Headlock. Dragon anticipates the move though and falls backwards. Dragon then wraps his legs around Drake’s neck with a Head Scissors. Drake spins out and then locks on a Leg Grapevine. NO! Dragon rolls forward out of the hold and away from Drake. Drake rolls backwards onto his feet and each man gets up staring warily at the other. Dragon rushes at Drake for an attack. Drake counters into a Hip Toss. NO! Dragon reverses into a Hip Toss of his own. WAIT! Drake blocks the move and each man try to Hip Toss the other. The result is that both men end up going over the top rope down to the floor below! Drake and Dragon get up on the outside of the ring a bit weary. This lasts only a moment though as they leap at one another going for the throats. They end up back on the floor lying on their stomachs and each man begins to hammer at the other from this prone position. They battle back up to their feet still swinging away with anvil like punches at each other’s face. It’s Drake that ends the stalemate by slamming Dragon’s face into the ring apron. NO! Dragon gets his foot up and blocks. Dragon spins Drake around and slams Drake’s head into the steel post! NO! Drake turns around right before he hits and sweeps Dragon off his feet! Drake hooks Dragon’s feet and launches him into the steel post with a Catapult! Dragon looks down as blood begins to drip down onto his chest. Drake brings Dragon up to his feet and shoots him into the ring with a rough toss. Love himself enters back into the ring coming under the bottom rope. With Dragon down and bloody, Drake sinks in like a shark in water. Quickly applying a Cross Chest Arm Bar, Drake arches back to apply pressure. Dragon is clearly in agony as he tries to struggle out of the hold, however Drake refuses to let up pressure. Finally Dragon hooks his right ankle around the bottom rope to break the submission. The Truth is forced to use the five count to get Drake to finally release the hold. Drake does though at the count of four but stays ever vigilant while stalking the wounded Dragon. Drake floats over a kneeled Dragon to lock on a Side Head Lock. Dragon struggles up to his feet in an attempt to relieve the pressure, finally even able to send Drake into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Dragon bends forward as Drake bounces back, looking to nail a Back Body Drop. NO! Drake hits the breaks and instead plants Dragon face first into the mat with a Front Implant DDT he calls the Dragon DDT! Drake rolls Dragon into a cover as the Truth drops down to make the count. One…Two….NO! Dragon gets his shoulder up at the very last moment. Drake slaps his hand onto the mat in frustration but quickly re-focuses. Drake gets Dragon set up for a Front Vertical Suplex in the center of the ring. Like a catapult, Drake whips Dragon down to the mat with a Snap Suplex. Drake floats over onto Dragon, but not for a cover but instead to rain down crushing blows to the face. WAIT! Dragon manages to hook his legs around Drake’s arms and bring him down to the mat for a cover! One…Two…Drake is able to roll out of the cover. Dragon gets to his feet as well and he mows Drake down with a Stiff Clothesline. Drake smacks down to the mat as Dragon begins to lay in some stiff kicks to the chest. Dragon gets Love up to his feet and shoves him roughly into the turnbuckle. Dragon backs up a few steps and then like an enraged bull rushes forward to smash into Drake. NO! Drake lifts Dragon into the air and then drapes his face over the turnbuckle with a Flapjack. Dragon holds his already bloody face in pain as Drake drops down to a knee. As Dragon stumbles around, Drake goes air-borne. In mid-air Drake locks on a Front Choke and an Arm Trap, then as the two men spiral down to the mat, Drake completes the Colorado Clutch by locking on the Body Scissors as well! Dragon has nowhere to go as Drake squeezes the life out of him like a rabid snake. Finally after giving everything he can to fight out, Dragon has no choice but to tap out. Michael Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by submission, Drake Love! [align=center]Dark Match: Hardcore Sex (Steve Patterson & Felix Arroyo) verse Crackerjack & AZ After the sound of the bell the match starts off with Crackerjack and Felix Arroyo in the ring. They go back and fourth for a bit with a few punches and chops as well as a few basic holds thrown in like the sleeper, side headlock and head scissors. Of course, with one of the wrestlers being Felix, there is quite a bit more humping and groping involved. When Felix gets the upper hand he starts show boating a bit too much, and pays with it with a Visions of Nell from Crackerjack! As fast as lightning Arroyo rolls away in pain and tags out to Patterson, who seems quite apathetic towards his hulking opponent. Due to the size difference, Crackerjack dominants Patterson at first, throwing him around and knocking him inside out. But with the support of his partner, he starts gaining back momentum, hitting quite a few impressive high flying moves. The Emo Kid caps off his combination of moves with the Face Down! Crackerjack is ready to go for a round two with his depressive foe when his tag mate, AZ, tags himself in. AZ with a smirk enters the ring and waves off Crackerjack, who grudgingly goes to the outside. Patterson then does some thing odd…he pulls out a folded piece of paper from his wrist tape. He unfolds it and starts saying out loud what sounds like very bad poetry, much to the confusion of AZ. Patterson’s opponent tries to listen however slowly but surely he starts yawning and starts dozing off. Now with his foe off of his guard Steve sprints towards him and knocks him over with a jumping and twirling lariat! Dazed, AZ tries to get back up to his feet but Steve races at him again and hits Weight of the World and goes for the cover! Crackerjack enters the ring and Felix is right behind him! 1! Arroyo goes for a knee lift to stop him, but Crackerjack side steps it and whips Felix around who goes for a European uppercut…but gets no affect. 2! The much bigger man glares down at the gay man through his mask and scoops him up, locking in a massive bearhug, the Bone Cracker! Scarily, like a rag doll Felix is flung around in the hold as he cries out in agony. 3~!!! DING DING DING~!!! When the three is counted it is like a light bulb goes off in Crackerjack’s head, remembering why he came into the ring to begin with. He drops Felix’s limp body and storms over towards the cover as Steve gets up and gets his hand raised. Before Patterson can even react Crackerjack grabs him and picks him up, and drops him with the Visions of Nell! Steve bounces about on the mat and rolls out of the ring, Felix likewise and the tag team meet at the walk way. They both clutch at their respective wounded areas and try to make their way to the back as Crackerjack glares after them. 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| Crimson Shards | Jan 30 2007, 04:57 AM Post #3 |
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[align=center] [/align]JH: Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Nensai Senjou; Live from the Tokyo Egg Dome! CM: Ohh yeah, tonight is when the Revolution is Ended, baby! CL: Good lie, Martin; good lie. This entire building knows that Red Cell’s remaining time is measured in hours! JH: A whole night of action for you tonight; Four titles on the line, the #1 Contendership for the fifth as well; The Ordinary’s feud comes to a climax, the Revolution’s main lieutenant takes on the Evolution of Evil to see who’s next in line for a Dual Crown shot, a Potential Dream Team of Ragin’ and Kailey come back together for a shot at the Tag Titles, and the Red Cell CM: Woo!!! JH: Versus Revolution CL: That’s more like it. JH: War comes to a head in two forms, Extreme Ninja vs. Momoko Wakari for the Flycore Title, viciousness abounds there; all this however must all come before… CM: Toan Smushing Tier! Toan Smushing Tier! Toan Smushing Tier! CL: Will you for one second, shut the fuck up? The man’s trying to tell us about how Tier’s going to obliterate that pretender. JH: I make no predictions other than this: there will be hell, 30 Minutes of Europeans Catch style rules, 30 Minutes Barbed Wire Ropes, essentially No Rules; Tier vs. Toan, Dual Crown and the fate of their armies on the line. Before all that… MA: Ladies and gentleman, it is time for our opening contest, the 8 Man Gauntlet to determine the Number One Contender for the Fighting Spirit Championship! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada; weighing in tonight at 280lbs, WAAYYYYYYYNE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNN!!!! "Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine blares throughout the arena as Wayne Don comes down to the ring. He slides in, and awaits the arrival of his opponents. CL: That’s it? Oh… MA: And his first opponent, from Houston, Texas; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Eight pounds; the Dynamo… SHAAAAUUUNN WIIIIILLLSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNN!!!! 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. 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. MA: From Des Moines Iowa; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Seventy Three Pounds; This. Is. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONOOOOOOOOOOLIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTHHHHHHHH!!!! 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. 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. [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 CL: “I’m already dead, I’m already dead”… CM: My Ears… Bleeding… 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... 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[/align] 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: The fourth man to make 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[/align] Rob Zombie repeats "I'm already dead" as the lights fade leaving a spotlight on Graver and soon enough, not even that… [align=center]X Kanjite Miro! X Sakende Miro! X Subete Nugisutero![/align] CL: Who the hell dares interrupt The Straight Edge Fuckamaniac’s entrance? [align=center]X Kanjite Miro! X Sakende Miro! X Kokoro Moyase![/align] The Chorus for X explodes onto the stage with the cross shaped pyro over the entrance stage, as the ReVoltrons are filled with scenes from better days: Nagoya ROCK ’04, second band on the Saturday morning, the rolling, spinning and just plain daft guitarist; the other tall, imposing but insanely talented; a similarly imposingly tall girl on bass; an energetic quasi-albino drummer and a cripple for a front-man with a crutch in his left hand, mic in the right belting out the chorus for X Japan’s anthem, exhorting the crowd to scream ‘X!’ At the end of the chorus, before the solo, the song is halted for a 30 second drum break. CM: Not this guy… MA: Fifth, from Nagoya, Japan; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Five Pounds, “The Crow” TANAKA DAAAAIAIAIAAAAIIIISUKEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! The solo eventually comes as a spotlight shines on the rafters where, descending straight down faster than is possibly good for him is Daisuke ‘The Crow’ Tanaka, slowing right down just before he hits the deck, unhooking himself and rolling away, hopping up to sit on his corner, opposite his tag partner. From the arena P.A. system arises Grant Rice’s music. The bass thumps through the arena’s sound system as we await Grant. [align=center]You Can Hate Me You Can Hate Me Hate The Air That I Breathe Air That I Breathe Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be Next Thing To Be Well I Ain’t You and You Ain’t Me![/align] MA: And now, representing the Revolution, from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Forty Eight pounds… GRANT RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCEEEEEEE!!!!!! Grant slowly emerges from the curtains and onto the stage. He is met with a chorus of boo’s from the fans before he even has a chance to do anything to provoke them. Grant just ignores them as he walks forward before stopping to look out into the crowd. He shakes his head before continuing down the steps and proceeds to walk down the aisle toward the ring. Grant nears the ring as he glances off into the crowd but pays them no attention before he climbs up the stairs and into the ring. Grant takes off his shirt and walks over to the ropes where he goes to throw it into the crowd, but he catches himself and tosses it to the mat below which draws some heat from the crowd. Grant waves them off as he walks to the corner and awaits the start of the match. [align=center]CALL ME THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE CALL ME THE AMERICAN DREAM CALL ME YOUR SOUL CORRUPTED CALL ME ANYTHING YOU NEED![/align] The lights cut out immediately after Rob Zombie begins screaming the lyrics of "The Great American Nightmare", causing the crowd in attendance to cheer as loud as they possibly can which pretty much deafens anyone within a 5 mile radius. Dark purple strobes and searchlights begin to assault the entire arena now, as the fans' eager attention turns to the entryway, which has been pretty much engulfed in purple smoke. A coffin is rolled out in front of the entryway by six ring monkeys, with the Neverwinter Eye stamped on the front. They raise it so that it is standing and then disperse, the crowd building in anticipation. MA: On his way to the ring at this time, from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds and is a former FIW WOOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE PRINCE OF PAIN", NIGHTMARE!!!!! [align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE? YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH![/align] The lid SHOOTS open as two firework cannons explode on either side of him, when the smoke clears just enough Nightmare is standing tall in front of the smoking coffin, his eyes cold and determined, the crowd's reaction nearly drowning out his entrance music. He starts on a slow walk towards the ring, taking his time to survey the wildly cheering crowd on his way to the squared circle. Once he reaches it, he shrugs his coat off his shoulders, folding it up then dropping it to the floor. Nightmare hauls himself up onto the apron now, entering the ring and going to one corner. He raises his fists high in the air in a show of power and respect to his fans, now letting the flashbulbs wash over him, and shows solidarity with them by slamming one fist against his heart in a proud salute. He steps down from the buckle, producing not a white lily from his pocket...instead a single orchid. He kisses the stem of the flower then picks each petal off of it, crushing them in his hand and sprinkling the remains all in his corner. Now finished with his ritual he settles into his corner, ready for war. The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… CM: Hooray for Bleeding Hearts… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] MA: Finally, from Leamington Spa, England; representing the Revolution; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Eight pounds… This. Is. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCKKK!!! …The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. MA:Ladies and Gentlemen, a reminder of the rules; This is a gauntlet contest, a series of ‘winner stays on’ singles contests, the order decided by a random draw. Standard Singles match rules apply; decisions are rendered either by Pinfall or Submission; a 15- minute time limit is in place; if it is reached, both competitors will be eliminated. Disqualifications for interference will go against the interfering party, not against the person who benefits from it, and as has been previously stated, the last man will be in line for the next show at the Fighting Spirit Championship!!! The lights go down as thunder rolls in the distance and smoke fills up the cage. The thunder rolls again and the music picks up; the synthesised riff that signals the start of Rusty Nail and the coming of the Judo Sensei. The guitars arrive and the stage is split with lights and lasers and such like and a familiar voice fills the air, with uncharacteristically melodic singing. [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru, kawaranai yume ni...[/align] [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] MA: And now, please welcome, your Fighting Spirit Champion, from Komachi City, Japan; Kiyoshi NAAAAAAKAAAAAHAAAAAATAAAAAAA!!!! The disappears in an explosion of pyro momentarily as the chorus hits, and when the debris finally settles, only a lonely warrior remains: Kiyoshi Nakahata, waving the smoke out of his face and flicks his hood back, surveying the Tokyo Dome with a smile. [align=center]Doredake, namida wo nagaseba Anata wo, wasurerareru darou JUST TELL ME MY LIFE Doku made, aruite mitemo Namida de, ashita ga mienai...[/align] Over the PA, Daisuke holds the note out as long as is humanly possible, and then a little longer as Kiyoshi carries on his lonely way down the aisle, and stops half way there. He raises his arm to acknowledge the crowd, and in that hand is the FSC Belt. CM: Jesus Christ, can we get on with it now? JH: Good call. MA: The first competitors are… Shaun Wilson, and… Grant Rice!!!! CM: Ha ha! 1/3 of the poxy Revolution Presence is out first! He’ll never make it to the end; never! CL: He’ll do it, Gimp-for-brains, he’ll do it just to prove you wrong. CM: Gimp-for-brains? That’s the worst insult I’ve ever heard! CL: Your face is the worst insult I’ve ever heard. CM: Your Mother’s the worst insult I’ve ever heard. CL: Your Mother’s a whore, Martin. CM: … Nope, I’m out… JH: That was a bit childish, Conse. CL: You think I’m wasting any of my ‘A’ Material on this idiot? Get on with it! [align=center]Ding![/align] After what feels like an eternity, finally the match begins, as so many before it, by the two combatants circling each other. Perhaps bored of tradition, or just excited, Shaun Wilson runs off the ropes and belts Rice in the face with a forearm. For those keeping score, that’s the one that reads ‘Relentless’ Grantland blinks a few times, before decking him right back. Staggered but not yet out, Wilson goes off the ropes for another go at knocking him down, but eats the mat with a Flapjack. Disgruntled with the lack of reaction that got, this early in the night, Rice calls for some noise, and is befuddled by a polite round of applause. CL: Polite applause? Grant Rice just broke his face! Cheer, damn you! Slightly irritated, but not too much just yet, Grant grabs the downed Dynamo around the waist and Dead-lifts him right up, and right over, holding the bridge for picture perfect German Suplex! [align=center]One! Two!! NOOO!!![/align] More polite applause for both men follows that, as Wilson rolls away, towards the outside, clutching his neck. Grant follows him only to be met with a shoulder charge to the gut from the apron, winding him a bit, allowing the Dynamo to hop to the top rope and leap off with a Diving Hurricanrana, which sends Grant sliding out of the ring. As the Revolution member is held back [guess who by,] against the guardrail, Shaun gets a steady clap going. JH: Oh, come on, that’s surely illegal inference right there, Daisuke and Graver, who else? CM: Don’t forget that pack of Revolutionary wolves sticking their unwanted noses in. Tut tut, it’s chaos down there. JH: Exacerbated by Shaun Wilson coming in, Holy Schnikey, Springboard 450, to the outside on the whole cheatin’ lot of them!!! Graver, Daisuke, Grimace, I mean Nightmare, Elrick; and of course his actual opponent in Grant Rice. The polite applause of doom returns, in a little bit more force this time, but the it’s blown off completely by the newcomer with bad language and obscene gestures, as he rolls Grant Rice back into the ring and follows him with a Slingshot Senton! Cover! [align=center]One! Two!! Rice kicks out!!![/align] Before Grant Rice gets back up, Shaun Wilson tries to keep the tempo high, running the ropes for a Leg Lariat… It gets caught, Straight Mizery!!! The hold, as cool as it was to see out of no-where sees Wilson go straight for the ropes as fast as his arms can carry him. Grantland milks the hold for as much as it’s worth; in this case a count of four [since he’s no longer heelish enough to go to 5,] before stepping away with his hands up as if he’d done nothing wrong. With Wilson relinquishing his hold on the ropes, but not yet up, the Revolutionary continues on by dragging him into the middle of the ring by the ankle, going for a leg-lock, but eating Enzui-giri! Instantly, Shaun Wilson hits the tope rope and dives back towards him with spinny rolly cross-body thing, CM: Ooo Pretty. CL: Eat Dropkick, and don’t bad mouth the Revolution, Punk! Straight Mizery!!! Hip to the scrabbling ability of his opponent, Grant Rice drags his opponent right to the centre of the ring. A wheelbarrow race ensues, but it’s cut short by Grant driving Wilson’s knee right down and grapevining it as while the crawl continues, it’s done painfully so, leaving Wilson no option but to punch out in frustration, if he still wants to be able to walk; [align=center]Ding, Ding![/align] MA: The winner of the first contest, by submission; Grant Rice! Shaun Wilson disgrees with JJ’s call and argues that he didn’t tap out, that he was just trying to summon up strength or something. A shoving match ensues, but the referee’s decision stands. Wilson storms out of the ring, back up the aisle, where Kiyoshi Nakahata stands with his arms folded and title belt slung over his shoulder. A one sided verbal exchange starts, Shaun Wilson hurling a bit of abuse at Kiyoshi, who shrugs it off, and turns back to the match. MA: Grant Rice’s next opponent will be… MONOLITH!!! CL: Now the world can see NG- CM: **Sighs**If you loved NGIW so much, why don’t you just buy the rights and start it up again? And get the hell out of my face. JH: Actually, Chip… [align=center]Ding![/align] As another NIGW revival is discussed, everyone’s favourite 1m x 4m x 9m block of black stone has some mauling to do. He be clubberin’ away at Grant Rice even before the bell had stopped ringing. A Rude Awakening Neck breaker puts him down and out for the time being, as Monolith lays the boots to him anyway. Grant tries to escape, but Monolith grabs him by the hair and starts head butting at him, which is, apparently, illegal. A five count later and Grant Rice has blood streaming out his nose, only saved from more headbutts by JJ, who’s allowing him to stand before the match can continue. JH: Dominating start by the big man. CL: Well duh. Can’t you ever bring something new and interesting to a match, Bitchen? The two manage an uncharacteristic [for Monolith at least,] collar & elbow tie up, which Rice immediately ducks underneath and goes for a waist lock, hefting him up for a German Suplex, but it gets blocked by Monolith elbowing at his fingers. The trip however does very nicely and Grant Rice goes smoothly into a Headlock. It doesn’t keep Monolith down for very long, despite all of the wrenching and holding and forearming. JH: … CL: Shouldn’t you be screaming something about the Cartesian Circle? CM: Let me try! CAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTTTESSSSIIIII-Ouch! CL: That’s Bitchen’s job, mindlessly screaming out the names of moves. JH: Did you know that the Cartesian co-ordinates of a Circle can be given by the form X squared divided by… CM: ARGH!!!! MATHS!!!! Brain Overload Immanent! CL: Nice try, Bitchen, but frying Martin’s brain is nothing new. You do get partial credit for the co-ordinate geometry though. The maths lesson is cut short by Grant Rice’s feet describing a perfect circle over Monolith’s head and back onto the floor, ready to start Jaw Jackin’ when Monolith turns around, but the big nasty psychotic bastard sucks it up and fires a left hook right back at him. Grant Rice, no sucker when it comes to technique, deftly turns it into an armdrag, sprints off the ropes and decks Monolith with an UZI! [align=center]One! Two!! Monolith powers out!!![/align] Back to his feet rather quickly, all things considered, Monolith rushes Rice with a barrage of elbow strikes, Rice tries to respond but gets pushed right back to the corner and choked against the turnbuckles. Nightmare hops up onto the turnbuckle to protest the illegal manoeuvre, but all he serves to is delay the inevitable five count by the time it takes JJ to persuade him to step off the apron. The break finally comes, and once again, JJ interjects himself in the match to stop Monolith mauling Grant illegally. Grant himself decides to take a little initiative, charging in with a rather dubiously placed knee. CM: Come on, that was low. CL: It hit him in the gut, perfectly legal. Not like you’d complain if Red Cell started with the low blows themselves. You see? Anyhow, it’s followed up with an attempt at the C4! Blocked! Monolith bull rushes forward, still in position for the C4, all the way to the corner, and before JJ can complain that he’s not allowed to attack in the corner, Spikes him down with the Soulwound! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!! Ding, Ding![/align] MA: The winner of the Second Contest, MONOLITH!!! Ever the good team-mates, Nightmare and Elrick get in the ring to check on their stable-mate, Elrick, especially with his eyes wide with pure burning anger, but once Grant Rice leaves with an ice pack on his neck, the red mist gets checked by Mike Anderson. MA: Monolith’s next opponent will be… GRAVER!!! By this time, Graver, along with his tag partner and mentor, are in one corner, Graver handing his hoodie to Daisuke [who still has his own black coat/robe on, with the hood up and a towel or something around his head,] as he holds the ropes open. Psyching himself up as the Revolution leave, Graver gets ready to take on Monolith… [align=center]Ding![/align] Graver, after hopping in his corner and stuff, skipping in a strange and upbeat fashion towards Monolith, who stares blankly through him. Graver reaches Monolith and leaps and headbutts him in the face! Monolith is unmoved. It’s impossible to tell what either Graver or Daisuke is thinking at the time, but Graver tries again with a headbutt, and gets caught with Monolith’s own cranium coming the opposite direction. JH: And with the amount of Kinetic Energy dissipated through that head-on collision, by my estimate, Graver should be… In La-la land. CM: You lost me at ‘amount’… CL: It means, dipshit, that Graver’s gonna get dropped on his ass. Which is what happened. A pity for Graver, although he does get a tiny reprieve when Monolith is distracted by a chair clattering behind him. Daisuke, obviously, was completely innocent of such a tragic violation of the fighting spirit, but strangely, no one believes him. Alas, all he’s served to do is delay Graver’s demise, Monolith hooks on the Tarantism, and soon Graver is tapping. [align=center]Ding, Ding![/align] MA: The winner of the third contest, by submission, MONOLITH!!! Short, sweet and to the point. Now in theory, there is a 30 second respite period between the end of one match, the announcement of the next, and then another 30 seconds before that match begins, however, the next competitor waits only for Mike Anderson to take up his mic again, before leaping into the ring with a Swan-dive Kneel Kick! MA: Monolith’s Next opponent will be… DAISUKE the CROW!!! [align=center]Ding![/align] Daisuke’s sneak attack fails. His heel bounces off Monolith’s chest, and he gets grabbed by the head and kicked in the gut. JH: Oh, go on then… SOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLL- He’s cut off by Daisuke flipping right up over the top of Monolith, rolling down his back and attempting a Sunset Flip, which looks cool enough while Daisuke’s get his coat still on, but still, lacks a certain panache. Lucky for those of you who like you slick cradles, it gets blocked as Monolith… CL: Caves His Fucking Head In!!!! Fully Fucking… Once again, a commentator gets cut off in full flow by some of Daisuke’s trickery. Monolith’s fist comes back up from Daisuke’s hood, not with shards of blood, or pieces of brain, but a black towel, that until recently was wrapped around Daisuke’s head. Perhaps as a jab against someone, the towel reads “We <3 CTU!” No time to ponder the matter, Daisuke, out of his coat now, snatches the towel back, drags Monolith’s arms down and rolls him up in a Kido/Gannosuke/Daisuke Clutch!!! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!! Ding, Ding![/align] MA: The winner of the fourth contest, by pinfall, DAISUKE the CROW!!! As quickly as he appeared, Daisuke vacated the ring, but not before showing a little bit of Ninja LUV before diving out between the middle and bottom ropes to get a drink. On the aisle, Kiyoshi remains almost completely stoic, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a tiny hint of a fragment of a smile. MA: Daisuke’s next Opponent will be… WAYNE DON!!!! The Element of Excellence takes up his position and waits for Daisuke, who’s jumped into a front row seat to watch the carnage unfold. There might be a tiny flaw in his logic, but I can’t spot it. [align=center]Ding![/align] And so the match begins with a 10 count against Daisuke. It gets to about 7 when Daisuke stands up, washes his mouth out with a drink belonging to the fan sitting next to him, and makes his way back to the fray. Wayne Don hops out of the ring to cut him off, restarting the count, so Daisuke sits back down. Don climbs the guardrail, attempting to drag Daisuke back, but that doesn’t happen, as The Crow sprints away, melting into the crowd. JJ, once more has reached 7, before anyone returns: Daisuke steps on Nightmare’s head to bridge the gap between the rail and the ring, diving between the ropes into the ring, so he can take Wayne Don out before he returns with a baseball slide! CM: I’m confused. Why did he just to any of that? CL: Beats the shit out of me. It was a nice plan, but with one critical flaw. Daisuke holds Wayne Don out with his legs as he holds onto the ropes, but the Canadian Wehrmacht knows about his bad knee, [or just lucked out, either way…] and breaks the hold back attacking the knee, just as JJ would have counted 10, if Daisuke hadn’t have been dragged out, resetting the count as Wayne Don, breathing slightly heavier now after the chase finally returns to the ring. Daisuke quickly follows, exaggerating the extent of his own ‘exhaustion’ as Wayne Don kicks at his left knee. CL: I also want to know why you’d start a kicking match against someone who can hit the inside of your thigh before you’ve got anywhere near his shin. The pattern of Wayne Don trying a kick, and getting met with Daisuke’s own leg before he can get anywhere continues until he goes for a few palm strikes, just to mix it up. Nothing connects. A wild haymaker is answered with an armdrag, and a sort of spinning toehold, except on the newcomer’s wrist. A rather quaint move which is more for the bemusement factor than actual damage, since after the second time around, Daisuke gets thrown off, and before he can properly get to his feet, Don tries for the Facebreaker DDT. JH: I want to know how man who can turn a DDT attempt on him into a Jujigatame can be such a… a… CM: Twat? JH: Thank you, just the word I was looking for. And despite a near 80lb weight advantage, Wayne Don just can’t shift the bird from his arm, even though he’s strong enough to hurl it at the ropes. He’s strong enough to, but Daisuke uses the momentum to roll him into the middle of the ring without releasing the hold, and huge size advantage or not, it’s very difficult to shake off someone who has a Jujigatame on you. The tap follows after. [align=center]Ding, Ding![/align] MA: The winner of the Fifth Contest, by Submission, DAISUKE TANAKA!!! Daisuke calls for a bottle of water, takes the top off, guzzles a bit, before hurling into the heaving mass of humanity on the Tokyo Dome floor. He wipes his mouth with his CTU towel, as he stares at the two remaining members of the Revolution in their corner. The announcement comes quickly enough. MA: Daisuke’s next Opponent will be… NIGHTMARE!!! In reaction to this, Daisuke immediately raises a knife edged palm into the air, and mimes charging up an attack on it as he pulls it by the wrist back to his chest. Ever the face, Nightmare awaits the bell. [align=center]Ding![/align] Before charging in with a Second Bullet! No dice. Daisuke counters with a Jujigatame, but even though it moves 100, 000, 000 miles an hour, Nightmare drops to his knees and blocks it with a cover! [align=center]One! Two!! Three…? Daisuke Flips it into the Juji Anyways!!![/align] Shame it’s way too close to the ropes. Surprisingly for possibly one of the more dastardly heels in FIW, Daisuke gives a clean break, rolling away and going back to his ‘charging hand’ pose. Nightmare either doesn’t get it or doesn’t care and honestly, it’s hard to tell which. Still, he doesn’t blindly charge in this time, instead he sidles up to Dai-chan and knees him in the gut, destroying his concentration and dissipating the power he’d built up. More knees follow, until one is caught, and Daisuke leaps out of the ring, Dragon screwing Nightmare’s right knee [the bad one,] into the ropes. Daisuke wastes no time as the self styled Prince of Pain suffers from a severe attack of irony in his right knee, not helped in the slightest by the former Super Ninja bouncing his face off the turnbuckle. CM: You love this, Bitchen, don’t you? He’s quick, he’s devious, and he bounces people’s faces of turnbuckles. All he needs to do is break out that sword for real in a match, and he’d be your hero. JH: **Whispers:** [size0]ComeonNightmareComeonNightmareComeonNightmare Spurred on by the face commentator, Nightmare completely shrugs it off and screams in Daisuke’s face, who mockingly holds his nose. Daisuke’s own face gets bounced off the top turnbuckle and hurled into the ring, his body quickly following on. The applause picks up for Nightmare, but still no chants of ‘This Is Awesome!’ or anything. Oh well, time for the… JH: END OF DAAAAYYYYAYAYAYYYYYYSSSSAAAAHHH!!!!! [align=center]One! Two!! Daisuke Rolls it over!!! One! Two!! Nightmare Hurls Him Across the Ring!!![/align] Back on his feet immediately Daisuke can feel something in his throat, and as soon a Nighty even gets half way to his feet drenches him in White Mist! CM: Shame Kiyoshi is completely apathetic… Chip Martin, having spotted the colour of Kiyoshi’s hair, points out that the big man is, indeed, completely apathetic to the display of ‘Brotherly Love,’ even though Daisuke’s flashing his winning smile and quivering right arm at him. Blindly, Nightmare stumbles towards him with his arm out, but finally Daisuke release the hand, Uppercut Palm Strike, although some round these parts call it a… CM: SHOOOOOOTEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIII!!!!! Follow that up with a Standing Gedo/Daisuke Clutch and… [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!! Ding, Ding![/align] MA: The winner of the Sixth Contest, DAISUKE TANAKA!!! Somewhere, a certain masked man has been made very happy. Nightmare, however, is not. Apparently he’s disputing with JJ as to the legality of the mist. Whether a surgically implanted mist gland is unethical or not is probably a matter for the Supreme Court, or perhaps the Church; however since Daisuke didn’t actually use a foreign object, JJ stands firm on the decision. It does however leave us with one last matter to attend to; the final match to determine Kiyoshi Nakahata’s next challenger… MA: Daisuke’s Opponent for the Final Match up of the Gauntlet will be… ELLLLRIIIIIICCCKKKKK!!!!! Nightmare is led away by his tag partner as the last member of the Revolution takes his place across the ring from the Crow, who by now is breathing quite heavily. [align=center]Ding![/align] JH: And here we go! The comeuppance of the Crow, just another in a long series of agonising near misses for Chris Elrick? CL: Stick a sock in it, Bitchen, and let them get on with it! Get on with it, they do, Daisuke launching himself at the bell with a Kneel Kick, taking Elrick to the corner, leaving Daisuke to show him a little bit more Ninja LUV. Elrick is by no means wasted by that one mid level kick, but just isn’t quite quick enough to deck Daisuke before he rolls away to his own corner. JH: Deep breaths, Elrick, deep breaths. Cooler heads will prevail. CM: Elrick? How about deep calming breaths for you? Despite the mockery, Elrick takes Hitchen’s advice and takes a deep breath before offering Daisuke a test of strength. Daisuke looks up 9” to Elrick’s face, and then up another few feet to Elrick’s hand and caws a little bit. He eventually offers his own test of strength closer to ground level. Anyone with the slightest idea of how a heel’s mind works knows that Daisuke’s going to stamp on Elrick’s fingers, even Elrick himself knows this, so he’s understandably reluctant to accept. Daisuke even knows that Elrick knows this. The question is, does Elrick know that Daisuke knows that he knows what he’s going to do? The deep psychology of the situation is completely wasted on just one person in the entire Dome. CM: Gah! When are these bastards going to Do SOMETHING?!?!?!?!? Finally, it snaps into a flurry of movement, that - if it was slowed down - would go like this: Elrick slowly edges his hand forward, Daisuke stamps down, as he was expected to do, and Elrick catches his foot. Elrick however is leant forward slightly and is supporting Daisuke’s weight when he leaps up with an exceedingly rare Left foot kick. The Career Killer is not completely surprised by this, but nevertheless can’t quite block the first kick, but also isn’t staggered enough to not drop down to the floor when Daisuke goes to punt his head off. The whole exchange took less than few seconds, and the result is that Elrick pops straight back up off the floor after only taking a glancing blow from his opponent’s off foot. JH: Nice exchange there. CM: Really? I blinked. Daisuke sporting allows Elrick back to his feet with some [sarcastic/grudging] applause. The crowd’s applause, albeit for both men, is far more genuine; this time, there are even a few cheers! For the first time in this entire Gauntlet, Daisuke actually deigns to take up a fighting guard, and hops towards Elrick. Sensing a little bit of weakness, Elrick confidently moves to meet him with a right hand to the face. The Crow might be the shortest active male competitor in FIW, but he can still spin around and backhand Elrick in the face before one of his punches connect. CM: Hey, this guy really is pretty quick. I wonder if he’s faster than a speeding bullet? During this slightly inane question Tanaka has just enough time to bring Elrick down to one knee and use the reduced distance to lock on an Iron Claw!!! Toan: Yeah!!! CL: What the fuck? Moving swiftly on, away from Toan’s 80’s Marking Out and Constance’s confusion and back to the match, Elrick’s Frontal Lobe is in very real danger of collapsing under the pressure of the Iron Claw!!! But for the sake of Megan, Skye and all the Japanese people who aren’t utter bastards, he’s got to carry on. Shouting in pain, he starts to hammer away and the arm with the Claw on the end of it, dragging the malicious Bird of Ill Omen up to his tiptoes, forcing him to try something new; Shining Triangle Time!!! JH: Oh No!!! Fight It!!! Knees wobbling, and fog descending, Elrick is weakening with Daisuke’s talons wrapped around his upper body. Relying on luck, as well as a little intestinal fortitude… Ok, a lot of intestinal fortitude. Listen to Jon Hitchen, he’ll tell you how much; but don’t forget the luck as Elrick staggers to the corner and falls onto the turnbuckle onto Daisuke’s left knee. Living up to his name, the Crow’s shrieking caws even drown out the burgeoning “ER-RICKU!” chants. JH: ELRICK MAKES THE ROPES!!! CM: You know what? I don’t think he cares about Rope-breaks any more… Elrick, having broken the Hanging Triangle, takes Daisuke to the middle of the ring in a Fireman’s Carry, throws him straight up and JH: LARIAAAAAATSSSS HIM OUT OF THE SKYYYY!!!!! GOOD SWEET CHRIST!!! THE WHIPLASH!!! To celebrate this new and devastating move Daisuke manages to flip completely round, twice before landing tight on his back. Dazed, he sits up and finds himself in a Cobra Clutch! Deftly counter into a Rolling Prawn/Daisuke Clutch!!! [align=center]Not Even One!!![/align] Daisuke crawls away to the ropes to gain his bearings, but it’s no use: Elrick-Plex ’06!!! Daisuke lands right on the crown of his head, where he stays for nearly half a second, before Elrick viciously knees him down and this time, gets the Pain Killer on!! CM: Oh joy. The- JH: PAIIIIIIIN KILLLLERRRRR!!!!! SURELY THIS IS IT!!!! CL: Yep, Bitchen, calm down before you go apoplectic. It’s over, you can rest now. Biting sarcasm aside, Daisuke has tapped out to the Pain Killer [align=center]Ding, Ding![/align] MA: Here is your winner, by submission; and the Fighting Spirit Championship Ichiban Contender… EEEEEELLLLLRIIIIIIICCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!! Alive and Kicking deafens the Tokyo Dome almost as much as the “El-LICKU!!!” chants do, as Graver and Daisuke slink away. Elrick Celebrates his victory on the corners of the ring, as Kiyoshi Nakahata finally moves from his spot on the aisle, towards Michael Anderson at the Time Keepers table. Kiyoshi: My most sincere congratulations, Chris Elrick, after a hard fought and glorious victory. If you show the same level of Toukon when we next meet, as I am sure you will, then perhaps this war might have been worth it. On that cryptic not, Kiyoshi passes the microphone back and enters the ring, extending his hand to the winner. Cautiously, Elrick accepts, and the Tokyo Dome erupts once more, and in a traditional move for a Puro company, but a slightly strange one for an American one, The reporters get the briefest chance to take a few pictures of the Challenger and the Champion in a civil fashion. Once more, Alive and Kicking comes back on, and Elrick is allowed to triumphantly make his way up to the back… Graver: GODDAMMIT! We open up backstage to see Graver knocking over the catering table, kicking a stack of chairs to the ground, and finally driving his fist into the coffee maker. Graver: OW! FUCK! Fuckin'... AUGH!! He shakes the pain from his knuckles, but the fury still rides him. Graver: Fuckin'... Sensei my ass! He didn't teach me SHIT! Graver tears the white mask from his face and flings it into a trash can before spitting disdainfully on it. Graver: Purity... flippy-floppy... fuckin'... WRESTLING! Goddammit, I just wanna HURT somebody! 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[align=center] [/align]CL: Ah now people THIS is going to be a classic. JH: It is due to be a explosive match. CM: Power vs. Brains, ah Xanthius hasn’t got a chance. CL: ‘Cause he rejected your love letters don’t go on some hissy fit. 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: The following match is scheduled for one fall! and the winner receives a Dual Crown title shot at Anarchy in the UK! First, hailing from San Diego, California, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds… PPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. JH: The monster of FIW as he’s voted himself, he could be so dominating in this match. CM: Xanthius will be dominated. CL: In your dreams again, maybe, but this match he’s going to kick that floppy muscled bitches ass. The opening riffs of ‘Sehnsucht’ pound through the PA system as smoke covers the stage and red spots flash and dance around the arena. [align=center]“Lass mich deine Träne reiten übers Kinn nach Afrika…”[/align] MA: And! His opponent, hailing from a undisclosed place, weighing in at two hundred and seventy six pounds… XXXXXXAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNTTTTTTHHHHHHHHIIIIIIUUUUSSSSS!!!!! Xanthius steps out onto the stage looking around at the jeering crowd. He focuses on the ring and descends the steps walking without hurry, but not slowly either towards the ring. The flashing red lights stop and the house lights return to normal as Xanthius steps onto the apron and then into the ring. Xanthius’ eyes turn blue as he awaits the start of the match. CL: He’s back and Prime’s gonna find out now. JH: You both realize the pair, have once or some time disrespected you both. CM: Point? CL: Yeah Bitchen, shut up. Xanthius and Prime stand in there corners looking towards each other, they both look ready and set to go as they stare towards each other, Mark Jackson then calls for the bell and it sounds as the match gets underway and the war begins. Xanthius and Prime begin to circle the ring, watching each other, before going into a collar and elbow tie up, each man really pulls into it, trying to over power one and another, but they push away, Prime seemingly annoyed he never won. They then go in for another collar and elbow tie-up, but Prime rams his knee into Xanthius’s gut then clubs down on his back with a vicious forearm club, then another, then another knocking Xanthius down to a knee. Prime then lifts him up with a front chancery, he then knees him right in the chest before lifting Xanthius up and then back down with a beautifully executed vertical suplex. JH: Beautiful suplex there. CM: Obviously, won’t take Prime much to suplex Xanthius, he’s not as muscular as Prime. CL: Damn… and you didn’t sound like you want Prime to do some press ups on you? CM: So vulgar, grow up. Prime stands to his feet before looking down at Xanthius, who stirs and climbs to his feet as both men stand off, looking at each other seemingly still wanting to out prove one and another. They both go into another collar and elbow tie up, but this time Xanthius gains advantage with a headlock, but quickly snaps it over with a Snapmare in which Xanthius then boots the holy fuck into Prime’s spine. Prime cringes as the kick obviously hurts like a fucker, Xanthius doesn’t stay off him though, he runs to the ropes and comes back with a soccer kick right to Prime’s heads taking him onto the canvas back first, Xanthius then gets atop Prime and begins hitting him with a flurry of hard right’s to the head, but Prime overpowers him, throwing him into Mark Jackson, who flies out of the ring, obviously he land son the mats and seems quite out as Xanthius looks down at him, grinning as he turns back to the slowly sitting up Prime. JH: Referee’s down, Xanthius’s has seen it too. CM: Yep, here comes the cheating.. CL: No rules, means awesome action. Xanthius stands and moves towards Prime, hitting him with a forearm and bringing him up to his feet before striking him with more forearms reeling him towards the ropes, Xanthius then backs off before running at Prime for a clothesline, but Prime instead ducks and lifts sending Xanthius over with a back body toss, Xanthius lands HARD on the mats on the outside as Prime drops to his knee, turning to look where Mark Jackson is, smiling to himself seeing he’s nowhere he turns to Xanthius, watching as Xanthius stirs on the mats, Prime then stands and flexes getting a boo off the crowd… CM: Ha! Prime’s seen he isn’t around either. JH: Here comes more violence. CL: Damn right. Prime then stands up and looks for Xanthius, seeing him on the mats he climbs out of the ring and moves towards the downed Xanthius and picks him up, grabbing him by the head and smashing him face first into the turnbuckle post, Xanthius’s head connects sending him scurrying towards the mats again as Prime looks around, seeing a chair, he picks it up. Picking up the chair he moves towards Xanthius, but before he can do anything, Xanthius gives him a punch right to the gut, making the chair loosen in his grips, Xanthius then shoulder tackles himself and Prime into the ring apron, Prime obviously feeling it across his spine as he drops to a knee and drops the chair as Xanthius drops to his knees too. JH: Prime was trying to cheat there? CM: No, just show him how it feels to properly use a chair. JH: Exactly it’s illegal to use the chair. CL: That’s because Primeass can’t win without cheating, can he ass face. CM: Least prime can win without a chair, Constipation. CL: Fuck you, dick magnet. JH: Sorry fans, I don’t know how this match was taken back to there childhood’s, but it has. …Xanthius climbs to his feet and knees Prime in the gut before placing him in a front chancery and then clubbing down on his back hard, he then snaps him over with a suplex landing hard on the mats. Xanthius then indeed picks up the chair, looking towards Prime who’s stirring he waits for Prime to stand and Prime does as he does though he turns and ducks in time to miss Xanthius’s chair shot, Xanthius turns gets a boot to the gut, then Prime grabs the chair from him and slams it into Xanthius’s gut making him double over, before SLAMMING! It back down over his back making him lean up and grit his teeth as the crowd even cringe from the impact of the chair shots… JH: OUCH! CM: That’s how you hit someone with a god damn chair. JH: Ok, you sounded a little too like Conse then. CL: Oi! Fuck off, I don’t sound like a blotted fashion conscious gay do I? No, so shut up. Prime grinning to himself then LEVELS! Xanthius with a absolutely Vile chair shot right to Xanthius’s face making him drop to the mats and instantly see blood coming from his forehead, the impact so vile the blood marks the chair as Prime grins, throwing the chair down to the mats with temper. He then looks down at the unconscious Xanthius before moving on and rolling Mark Jackson to his feet, then into the ring, Prime follows and wakes up Mark, waking up he looks still quite dazed but sees Prime in the ring and Xanthius out of it, that’s when he begins the ring out count… [align=center]1 2 3[/align] CL: He can’t do that! CM: He just did, come on count faster. …Prime counts with the referee, grinning all the way as Xanthius seems to stir… [align=center]4 5 6 7[/align] …Xanthius is to his knees, blood pouring from his forehead as he grabs to the ring apron, Prime looks angry as he tries to hurry Mark on… CL: Climb man! Clllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmbbbbbbb! CM: Stay down man, stay down. CL: Not your mouth Hitchen. JH: HEY! [align=center]8 9[/align] …Xanthius rise from his knees, but buckles and drops back as Mark counts to… [align=center]10! DING! DING! DING![/align] CL: Dammit! CM: Ha Prime moves on, told you. CL: Son of a bitch. …Prime flexes as he grins towards the boos and heckles coming his way, Mark stands though raising his arm in the air… MA: Your winner! And new! Number one contender to the Dual Crown Championship! Getting the shot at Anarchy In The UK! PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!! …Prime smirks as he leaves the ring and makes his way backstage, leaving the mess he left behind and Xanthius and Mark gaining there thoughts, Mark checks on Xanthius as the camera cuts to the commentary desk. Cut to outside, where Daisuke Tanaka broods on the roof of his Brother-in-Law's limo. His still damp hair hangs down, obscuring his face, but between the loss to Elrick, and the fact his protege hasn't reappeared, it's quite easy to guess that he isn't the happiest man in the building. The only people in the building less happy than Daisuke are quite possibly a pair of Yukimura's goons, who have some bad news for the boss himself. Yukimura's grin almost falls when something is pressed into his hands, but regardless he strides towards Daisuke, his footsteps echoing round the deserted parking lot. Yukimura: No sign of Graves himself, but he spoke to a camera man, and threw the mask. We found it, if you still want it... Yukimura holds up the mask to Daisuke. The Bird-man doesn't care. Daisuke: I see. Yukimura: So... What now? You can't let him get away with this, and I bet ya could use a capable second... Daisuke: Do you have a phone on you? Yukimura: Fufufu... Who are you calling? Daisuke doesn't answer, merely holding his arm out for the phone. Yukimura obliges with an awful throw, probably not helped by the fact he keeps his eyes permenantly closed. Even without looking, Daisuke catches it. A few numbers later and... Yukimura: Heh... It ringing? The phone answers and Daisuke starts talking. In english. Daisuke: Hello. I have been thinking about your offer. ... Daisuke: Mr. Graves has failed. I had overestimated his potential for reform. ... Daisuke: He was there. It was a matter of convienience. ... Daisuke: Yes, I knew from beginning. I had hoped Mr. Graves had the mind for it, and his body could be developed to follow it. It seems I was wrong. ... Daisuke: Of course I can. A contract will not be easy, but it is certainly possible. There is one thing. Go to Gresham Black, and tell him Mr. Tanaka sent you. ... Daisuke: Yes, the Tailor. Go there in the afternoon. The man himself rarely arrives before noon. ... Daisuke: We will discuss your salary when I return to America. Is there anything else? ... Daisuke: Good. I will speak to you again when I return Daisuke hangs up. and throws the phone back to Yukimura as the return to the PPV |
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Cutting away from the action just ending at ringside, the camera man finds himself in the backstage area. Specifically, the backstage locker room area, it features a locker room for every wrestler on the event tonight. He focuses on a certain FIW champion’s door, though not a title holder that is in Red Cell or the Revolution. Rather it is the most dominant, longest reigning, most successful defenses and most reigns champion, Xtreme Kitten. Slowly it pans down as a muffled sound starts to get picked up on the micro phone attached to the camera. This unveils that there is some one on the ground in front of the Undisputed International Champion’s locker room. To be exact, some one that’s tied up like a rodeo bull and has a piece of tape over their mouth. Gatito Negro struggles to break free before his fellow Gatito notices he’s been placed out here, but isn’t having much success. He looks a bit rougher than when last seen in the clutches of their fellow student, Onikage, but not too bad. Pathetically Negro wiggles around faster when he spots the camera man, saying a muffled plea for help. With all of his energy he uses his butt to scoot closer to the silent staff member, hoping he’ll help. It is then that the camera man notices a note stapled onto the top of Gatito Negro’s head. [align=center][The contents of the note] Dear, Wolfgang. I grew bored at so easily venting my frustration upon this little worm of a living creature and its leech of an associate that played your double. Do with him as you wish, but don’t forget to send him back down to Mexico eventually. He apparently only left Blanco there to take care of the school foolishly. I left enough money for the plane ticket in his pants’ pocket along with a tape recorder to him admitting to lying to you. See you on the battle field. Your own personal demise, Onikage.[/align] Vainly the emo-tastic Kitten tries to signal for the camera man to take the tape off of his masked mouth. Instead FIW’s camera man opts to turn around and start heading the other way. Gatito Negro’s muffled yells can be heard calling out to the staff member as he walks away. Without fail, shortly afterwards we fade to black… [align=center] [/align]JH: I honestly can’t say I’m looking forwards to this match, folks. Never in my entire career have I ever met two combatants with as much hatred as these two have shown… I dread to think just what might happen during the course of this match. CM: Oh, come on… how often will we ever get to see a match like this in FIW? Especially one with such a cutie-pie as one of the combatants. CL: As much as I hate Ninja for all these flipping crap he does, I loathe Momoko even more for being such a traitor… but, at the same time I’d really mark out if she fucked Ninja’s mask up like she did a while back. JH: Ring Of Fire Rules Match, ladies and gentlemen… no ropes in this one and there is absolutely no-where to go at ringside for the combatants that doesn’t involve getting burnt to a crisp. CM: And if what we saw from Momoko earlier this week, we may not ever see Ninja again in wrestling! Did you see what she did?? She goddamn stapler her own arm and smashed her own head into a tray of tacks! CL: Totally awesome to watch, I’ve got to admit. I love it when she fucks herself up like that… Michael Anderson takes centre stage in the now ropeless FIW ring… raising the microphone up to his mouth as Logan Black climbs into the ring wearing protective clothing with the referee stripes around it. MA: The following contest is the Ring Of Fire Rules Match for the FIW Flycore Championship scheduled for one fall with no time limit… your referee is Logan Black. 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 … 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… She then stares out callously to the masses in attendance and flips the bird to everyone in her immediate area before awaiting the match to start. JH: Momoko Wakari is indeed one of the most unorthodox, psychotic if not completely sadomasochistic wrestlers to have ever stepped foot in FIW and perhaps the sport in it’s entirety as well. But you can’t question the heart of the Extreme Ninja #2… CM: We won’t need to… Momoko’s gonna rip it out and feed it to a hungry Rottweiler when this one is over. JH: She may just try and do that… but Extreme Ninja won’t go down without a fight, that’s for sure. Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a voice booms over the speakers. [align=center]The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The Evil Genius The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers The champ is here Kiss what ma niggas The champ is here[/align] ”The Champ in Here” by Jadakiss starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear however over his robe he is sporting around his waist the FIW Flycore Championship. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “The Champ is here~!” [align=center]Fuckin wit the champion You already know J-A-D-A Kiss the game goodbye You fuckin wit the champion You already know The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yea The champ is here That’s right The champ is here[/align] Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and undoes his championship belt, grabbing it in his right hand and lifting it up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Hail the Champ!” and “Now 100% Smarty Free!”, and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie to get ready for the match ahead. Michael Anderson brings the house microphone up his mouth again… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, in the corner to my right… the challenger representing Red Cell… she hails from Saitama, Japan and weighs in at one-hundred and twenty-five pounds… MOH-MOH-KOHHHHH WAHHHHHHHHHHKAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIIEEE!!!! Momoko just stares maliciously at Ninja on the opposite corner as the crowd showers her in a mixture of cheers and jeers… mostly the latter due to her being a heel. CM: That’s odd… where’s Mijutso and the unnecessarily prolonged introductions? JH: One would assume that the threat of fire would be a good enough reason not to bring those signs out at ringside. CL: Thank God… MA: And in the corner to my left… representing the Revolution… he weighs in tonight at two-hundred pounds… hailing from Detroit, Michigan… he is the FIW Flycore Champion… THE EXTREME NINJA… NUMAHHHHHHHH TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!~ Extreme Ninja #2 hands the Flycore Title to Logan Black who shows it to all the fans in attendance before giving it to Michael Anderson as he exits the ring to take his place at the timekeeper’s table in a much safer place than it usually is. Logan Black takes centre stage and asks if both wrestlers are ready before signally for the bell… [align=center]Ding-Ding-Ding!![/align] Straight away the extra mats on the outside are set alight by the ring monkeys… both combatants stare each other down at opposite sides of the arena as LOBO Malvado struggles to get away where near the ring because of the heat… Momoko looks over and shouts at him, motioning in the “get lost” manner that he, reluctantly, accepts and walks to the back… bad mouthing a few fans that get on his case. JH: Well, perhaps now… unlike any of their previous encounters… we’ll find out just who truly is the better competitor here tonight. CL: Good… it’s bad enough I’ve had to see that little hobbit out another time tonight but at least this match will give me a break from him for a while. Momoko and EN#2 begin to circle one another as the flames on the outside begin to lick and flicker up higher from the fuel and expanse of oxygen required to sustain such heat… both wrestlers start to etch closer towards the centre and meet up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Straight away Momoko grabs Ninja by the mask and attempts to drag him towards the exposed side of the ring canvas in order to drive him to the flames but, like a good little face, Ninja wraps his arms around the waistline of his deranged female opponent and ducks down low in an attempt to create a low centre of gravity… thus making it harder for him to be shifted, see? Momoko growls angrily as Extreme Ninja doesn’t seem to budge before just laying a slap across the face to soften her opponent up… Ninja responds in kind with a pimp-hand slap of his own! JH: Right-hand slap across the face! CL: Give her another! Indeed there is another but it’s from the Pink-Haired Demon herself who gets one as a receipt from the Extreme Ninja of FIW! Momoko with another slap! Ninja with the receipt! Momoko with cash back! Ninja with a discount coupon! Momoko then gets clamped in a side headlock by Extreme Ninja #2 that, immediately, she attempts to use to shoot Extreme Ninja off towards one of the exposed sides… but Ninja is tenacious with the hold, shuffling himself down into a seated position as his psychopathic female opponent is forced down to the canvas on her stomach! Logan Black is right there, asking for a submission but gets no answer from Momoko Wakari who attempts to reach up and grab the mask of Extreme Ninja but Logan Black, being as impartial as all good referees should, disallows it. JH: Both combatants are trying to send each other into the fire early! CM: Oh, man… I can’t watch! We’ll either get a toasted Ninja or a melted Hellcat if they do… CL: That would be the whole point, dumb-ass. Ninja cranks on the grounded headlock as Momoko continues to attempt to escape the hold, grabbing any bit of ring attire in hopes that it may help as to elevate the pressure off her neck and allow her to escape the rudimentary hold. Eventually, she decides that standing up would be the best option… Extreme Ninja, not wanting to let go of the submission, follows her up still with the side headlock clamped on. Momoko puts her hand on the back of EN#2 before shooting him out of the headlock and towards an exposed side with a lady-like grunt of effort… but Ninja slows down and slides to stop himself from going over the side and into the flames. JH: Nope, Ninja puts on the breaks and stops himself from getting sent into the fire. CL: What a shame. CM: What is it with you? Who are you supporting in this? CL: I’m grossly ambivalent… it happens a lot in these situations. The Hardcore Princess is visibly disappointed that her effort didn’t prove fruitful and gets back onto both feet to circle around the Extreme Ninja of FIW once again… Momoko and Ninja tie up again with Momoko catching Ninja off-guard by getting on a simple wristlock on the Extreme Ninja… though it’s evident this isn’t her forte as Ninja easily breaks it and snatches in that side headlock he put on earlier before taking the Pink-Haired Demon down to the ring canvas. Logan Black goes to ask Momoko for a submission just as Momoko attempts to grab the mask of her opponent and gets reprimanded for her actions… she then attempts to clamp on a leg scissors around Ninja’s neck but the wily Ninja scouts it well and simple ducks to avoid getting the move on him. She tries the same move again with the same result… prompting her to change her plans and knees the Extreme Ninja of FIW in the middle of his back repeatedly until it provides enough of an opportunity for her to get the leg scissors around the neck she was looking for. Initially taken by surprise, EN#2 attempts to shift his weight around to elevate the pressure off his throat and into a handstand position by using Momoko’s legs as leverage to escape the hold and into the grounded headlock once again! JH: They’re starting off slow with some mat wrestling… not a bad choice considering the danger of this match they are in. CM: And there is no time limit, remember… they can take as long as they want. Momoko lets out an aggravated growl as she shifts her weight back onto her stomach and gets back to her feet, still with Ninja’s arms in a headlock around her… straight away she shoots him off to the exposed ropes… BUT NINJA REVERSES BEING SHOT OFF AND SENDS MOMOKO TOWARDS THE EXPOSED SIDE!!! Crowd: OOOOHH!!! Momoko manages to put on the breaks, but only just as she teeters on the edge of the apron overlooking the flames at ringside… before she manages to regain her balance and backs off from the edge, visibly surprised at such a counter being performed on her. CM: Oh, my gosh! So close! JH: She was just inches, just inches away from being burned alive! Momoko approaches Extreme Ninja, though with a little more caution as she attentively motions for a Greco-roman knuckle lock, which most folk know as the test of strength… Ninja accepts as his psychotic opponent begins to link hands with him before just kicking him dead in the midsection with the sole of her boot, bringing both hands down to the canvas and double stomping on the fingers! CM: Ha-ha! Nice one! JH: Shades of Mayumi Ozaki with that Double Stomp on the fingers. CL: The Queen of Heels, for the uninitiated. Ninja favours his fingers having met all one-hundred and twenty-five pounds of Momoko Wakari on them before he received a closed fist right between the eyes by the psychotic Pink-Haired Demon of Red Cell who snatches on a side headlock of her own, viciously grinding her forearm into the masked face of her opponent. Ninja shoots Momoko off… BUT MOMOKO REVERSES WITH A SHORT-ARM TO DRAG NINJA BACK… BUT HE BASEBALL SLIDES UNDER HER LEGS BEFORE HITTING A BEAUTIFUL STANDING DROPKICK THAT SENDS MOMOKO DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!! JH: Fantastic standing dropkick by Extreme Ninja! CM: Feh… I’ve seen better. Momoko slaps her hands against the canvas in frustration before storming back up to be met with an Arm Drag by Extreme Ninja #2! Having enough of the wrestling holds, Momoko makes a mad crawl towards her collection of weaponry kept in her corner… but Ninja notices this and dives at the legs of the Hardcore Princess to stop her from reaching the ungodly instruments she brought to the ring! Momoko screams in Japanese as she attempts to reach any one of the weapons, Extreme Ninja remaining relentless in his attempts to prevent Momoko from acquiring anything to aid her in her quest to mutilate him! The Pink-Haired Demon looks back and backhands Ninja a few times as he clings onto her legs like some lovesick puppy, but obviously without as much love for the Saitama native as the said puppy would. Ninja ensures the blows as much as possible before releasing the legs in an attempt to get an attack on the Hardcore Joshi wrestler but gets kicked back down to the canvas area by Momoko who scrambles over and picks up the chain-sickle she brought to the ringside area!! CM: Oh, my God… look at the blade on that thing! JH: Momoko has got an ungodly spiked blade on that… that sickle with a length of chain around it! Ninja’s life may be in jeopardy when she’s in possession of a weapon like that! Momoko gets back up to her feet at around the same time as Ninja does, a gleefully smirk etched into her face as she begins stalking Extreme Ninja… teasingly spinning the length of chain around in her left hand. Momoko swings the sickle in a horizontal manner at Ninja who jumps back to the centre of the ring to avoid the dreaded spiked blade!! Momoko goes to swing again, this time a vertical slash but… in vintage martial arts movie-style, Ninja catches the spiked blade between the palm of his hands to stop it from being stabbed into his skull… or mask. However, being only a very young ninja, he isn’t able to channel the super-awesomely-fantastic ninja superpowers as well as one would hope and gets toe kicked in the stomach by Momoko who then STABS HIM RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS BACK!!! JH: OH, MY GAHD!!! A SHOT WITH THE SICKLE RIGHT IN THE SPINAL COLUMN!! CL: *muttering* Please be blood, please be blood… CM: My gosh! I’m surprised Momoko didn’t go right threw him with the effort she put in that one stab! JH: Extreme Ninja is damn lucky to be alive, Chip! And I have a feeling it’s only going to get worse from this point on! And worse it does get indeed… straight after getting a spiked sickle jammed into his spine cord, Ninja falls down on his face, frantically clutching his back and kicking his legs in pain (and to sell the offence, shh!) as the psychotic pink-haired wrestler that calls herself his opponent stands over his body before just driving the sickle into the spine once again!! Ninja lets out an agonized and muted yell of pain as Momoko digs into his back, tearing at his ring attire with the spiked Kama Sickle… twisting the blade to cause more and more damage as tiny stains of blood start to seep out and soak Ninja’s ring attire before the Pink-Haired Demon of FIW withdraws the sickle blade from his back. Momoko throws the chain-sickle combination down on the ring canvas before jumping up and driving both feet down into the gaping wound she inflicted on Extreme Ninja with a Double Foot Stomp that, out of sheer instinct, Ninja rolls away to avoid any further punishment upon impact! CL: DOUBLE STOMPAH!!!~ JH: And a Double Foot Stomp by Momoko Wakari… no doubt with the intent of causing more damage to that laceration she inflicted in Extreme Ninja. CM: I love that move! It’s so… nostalgic. JH: You’d have a different opinion on it if you were on the receiving end of it, that I can be sure of. Unfortunately for Ninja, another Double Stomp isn’t the worst thing he could experience as he rolls extremely close to an exposed side of the ring near the flames… which immediately Momoko seeks to use to her advantage and dives on the Extreme Ninja of FIW, pushing him further and further towards the rising flames on the outside as Ninja desperately attempts to prevent himself from getting burnt! Momoko screams in her native language, even hitting headbutts to the back of Ninja’s skull on the canvas, in an attempt to push him further towards the flames on the outside!! The crowd are on the edge of their seats, screaming for Ninja to make a comeback as his right leg dangles precariously over the apron as the licking flames on the outside linger towards his foot. Ninja quickly brings his leg up onto the apron as he swings elbows back to the face of his psychotic pink-haired opponent in an attempt to get her off his already injured back… it proves fruitful as Momoko releases her grip and clutches at her nose, her right hand suspiciously delving into her right boot. The Extreme Ninja #2 clutches at his back as he gets up to his feet before heading over to Momoko who he drags back up by the hair, still clutching at his back as she fiddles inside of her boot and holds her nose that Ninja bopped with an elbow seconds earlier… But before Ninja can attain any offence, Momoko jabs a silver object into the leg of EN#2 who keels over in pain before getting the same silver object stabbed into his back that crumples him down to the canvas in a world of pain! JH: She’s got a foreign object, a fork! CM: Ow… and she stabbed him right in the leg with that! CL: Lots of lonely emo kids look at Momoko and think “I’d hit that” but what most of them don’t realise is that Momoko will hit you back… hard. CM: Ugh?? Shut up with these disgusting fetish fantasies of yours… you’re really starting to creep me out. Unrelenting on the attack, except to threaten the fans, Momoko stabs the fork into the blood-stained back of Extreme Ninja #2… a small wafer-thin coating of blood staying on her hands as she brings it back up for another stab to the area followed by a merciless stomp at the back of his head! Momoko places the fork back into the boot she brought it from before looking around at the weapons she brought to the ring for a second, then deciding that the chain on the chain-sickle would be most appropriate for what she has in mind. The Pink-Haired Demon then proceeds to wrap the chain around the throat of Extreme Ninja #2 and yank back hard… Logan Black asks for a submission from Ninja who signals that he won’t submit before the Deathmatch referee, having no power to count for a break, can only kindly ask Momoko to stop choking Ninja. However, Momoko doesn’t take too kindly to being told what to do and releases the hold to push Logan Black away, yelling at him for seemingly no reason whatsoever… JH: Oh, come on! Logan Black is only trying to do his job! CM: Well, if can’t do his job properly then get someone else to officiate this match. JH: There wasn’t anyone else willing to want to officiate a match like this, Chip. Logan is alone out there with no-one to back him up. As ironic as it may be seeing as how this is a Fire Deathmatch, Momoko and Logan exchange heated words… well, heated from Momoko anyway… as Ninja pulls the chain off from around his neck and attempts to get to his feet but gets soccer kicked by the sadistic Momoko Wakari for his troubles. The Deathmatch Bitch walks over to her corner and picks up the staple gun she had before walking over to Ninja and just shooting a staple right into the side of his head!! JH: Oh, my God!! A staple to the temple area!! And that’s not the worst of Ninja’s troubles… as soon as he flips over (in the act of selling, shhh!) and clutches at the affected area does Momoko place the staple gun downstairs and shoots a staple right into his… CM: !!! CL: I do not want to know if down there is bleeding… no way, no how. JH: God, and another to the lower extremities!! This is just unspeakable, indescribable violence!! Momoko gestures to the crowd as Ninja writhes on the canvas selling the staple to the nuts, getting a round of jeers from the crowd… The psychotic pink-haired Deathmatch wrestler then splits Ninja’s legs for another staple to the nutsack region, taking a few steps back before running in to get the second shot… AND GETTING A BOOT RIGHT IN THE FACE!!! The crowd cheer as Momoko flops backwards, clutching at her mouth after dropping the staple gun as Extreme Ninja, bad back and blue balls in all, starts to get up to a vertical base along with Momoko who still clutches onto her jaw. Ninja comes running in and levels her with a Running Forearm Smash, sending her back down to the canvas with a crashing thud!! Immediately she shoots back up and gets nailed with another Forearm Smash!! The same happens again before she stays down, favouring her jaw as Extreme Ninja #2 starts to rally the fans behind him! [align=center]NINJA!~ *clap, clap, clap* NINJA!~ *clap, clap, clap* NINJA!~[/align] JH: This capacity crowd is getting behind the Extreme Ninja!! But will Ninja be able to keep the advantage?!? Hitchen’s question is soon answered as Ninja measures Momoko up as she stumbles back up and smacks her upside the head with a Double-Foot Front Dropkick that sends her towards the exposed ring apron!!! NINJA IMMEDIATELY SHOOTS UP AND DIVES FOR MOMOKO’S LEGS AS HER UPPER BODY STARTS TO STUMBLE OVER THE SIDE OF THE APRON TOWARDS THE OMINOUS FLAMES FLICKERING AND CLAWING FROM THE OUTSIDE!!! CL: What the fuck? CM: What the Hell is Ninja doing?!?!? JH: EXTREME NINJA IS STOPPING MOMOKO FROM GOING INTO THE FIRE!!! Oddly enough, Ninja even pulls Momoko up to prevent her from going face-first into the flaming mats on the outside… but his act of humanity isn’t appreciated and gets gouged in the eyes for his troubles. JH: Oh, for- Ninja just showed more compassion and respect for human life than Momoko, Toan or any member of Red Cell or this entire promotion’s history for that matter has shown ever and Momoko repays him in that way? CM: Like they say, all’s fair in love and war. JH: It makes me sick to even watch it… Momoko gets to her feet and, perhaps out of blind desperation, Ninja comes in with a Rolling Elbow… which Momoko BARELY avoids and shoots a shot downstairs to stun Ninja enough for her to pick up her trademark Stop Sign… CM: Oh, we know what’s coming next! Momoko brings the Stop Sign over to Extreme Ninja as he clutches at his groin before swinging back… Momoko: CAN’T STOP- CM: MOMOKO!!~ [align=center]CRAH-SHHH!!!!!!~[/align] The impact of the some fifteen to twenty-pound customised Stop Sign smashing over the skull of Extreme Ninja #2 reverberates off every corner of the arena with a sickening crash which most of the audience within eyeshot some thirty to forty rows back wince in sympathy for such a heavy shot. But their winches soon turn to cheers when the realise that Ninja is still standing! Momoko picks up the Stop Sign again and smashes it over Ninja’s head once again!! [align=center]CRAAA-SHHHH!!!!!!~[/align] But Ninja is still not going down!! He begins shaking his hands in a very Hogan-esque manner before just levelling the Pink-Haired Demon with a HUGE Haymaker that sends the crowd wild!! JH: EXTREME NINJA WILL NOT DIE!!! HE WILL NOT DIE!!! The Extreme Ninja, now with a new-found sense of Superman-like charge, picks Momoko’s Stop Sign up and places it dead centre of the ring before turning his attention to Momoko who, on rubbery legs, stumbles over to him and gets caught in a front facelock. Ninja grabs the arm before twisting to one side and delivering a VICIOUS SWINGING NECKBREAKER RIGHT ONTO THE STOP SIGN!!!!~ He covers!! [align=center]ONE! TWO! SHE KICKS OUT!![/align] Momoko looks to be on dream street as Extreme Ninja turns to his Ninja-maniacs at ringside and picking up his whiteboard sign before scribbling a message to them on it that reads; [align=center]“GIVE ME YOUR CHAIRS!!~[/align] Promptly they do what they were asked and throw up their folded chairs to their idol who puts two of them on the Stop Sign before grabbing Momoko in the same position and delivers a BIGGER Swinging Neckbreaker on the pile of chairs and the Stop Sign!! He covers again!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! TH- NO!!![/align] JH: She’s not out yet! CM: No!! Don’t quit, Momoko!! Ninja points to the rest of the chairs which gets a decent number of cheers as Momoko’s eyes roll to the back of her head as EN#2 picks up and places the rest of the steel chairs on the pile and drags Momoko back up. He locks in the front facelock once again and signals for perhaps a DDT but is cut off by Momoko delivering several punches and knees to the midsection… she applies a front facelock of her own before jumping up and IMPLANTING NINJA’S HEAD SQUARE ON THE PILE OF CHAIRS WITH A DDT VARIATION OF HER OWN!!! JH: JUMPING DDT BY MOMOKO!!! CM: This could be it! Cover him!!! The Pink-Haired Demon, evidently, must have heard Chip Martin and dives into a cross-press… [align=center]ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!! BUT NO!!!![/align] Momoko sits up, pulling her pink pigtails in frustration at not getting the three-count!! She gets back to her feet, motioning for Ninja to get up… Eventually, Ninja does and Momoko comes in with the- CL: ROARING URAKEN!!! But Ninja ducks underneath and into a School Boy pin!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! … UH-UHHH!!! NOT TONIGHT!!![/align] JH: Dammit, so close!! CM: Oh, my God… what’s going to happen next?!? Momoko gets straight back up, letting out a malicious yell before going for her finisher once again… but Ninja counters with a German Suplex!! No bridge and all impact that sends Momoko rolling dangerously close to the exposed ring apron… BUT SHE LOSES BALANCE AND FALLS INTO THE FLAMING MATS ON THE OUTSIDE!!!! CL: FULLY FUCKIN’ SICK!!!!!! JH: OH, MY GAHD!!!! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!!! MOMOKO FRANTICALLY TRIES TO ROLL OUT OF THE FLAMING MATRESSES AND EVENTUALLY GOES BUT SHE’S STILL ON FIRE!!! RING MONKEYS HURRY DOWN AND POUR BUCKETS UPON BUCKETS OF COLD WATER ON HER CLOTHING… Momoko even steals a water bottle of a fan and pours it over her head that, for her sake, thankfully wasn’t set on fire as Ninja looks beside himself in the ring… talking with Logan about something as the Pink-Haired Demon yells in pain on the outside. JH: Somebody stop the match… please, I’m serious. We do not need people dying in this company. CM: My gosh… I’m speechless. I don’t even think Ninja knew what happened until he heard Momoko’s screaming… JH: That’s probably one of the most disturbing things I’ve ever heard in my life… and I think, judging by the hush that has fallen over the crowd, they’re just as stunned as I am. Momoko won’t quit though… she even pushes away the ring monkeys as she staggers, tiny bits of smoke and steam coming off her ring attire as she hobbles over to the ring steps and climbs back in the ring… The respectful Japanese crowd give a round of applause for her heart and determination as she motions for Ninja to fight. JH: As much as I may disagree with her tactics and attitude towards other competitors, I can’t deny that Momoko is one of the most gutsy competitors I’ve seen in a while… CM: I’m surprised you’re man enough to admit that, Hitchen. Momoko Wakari goes over Momoko hobbles over to Ninja who looks to Logan Black… Black asks if she wants to forfeit the match and gets a foul-mouthed retort by the Pink-Haired Demon as a response as she stumbles over to swing an exhausted forearm at the chest of Extreme Ninja who almost seems uninterested in fighting Momoko anymore as she slumps down onto one knee. CM: For God’s sake Momoko… just forfeit and save your strength. They’ll always be other opportunities tomorrow… JH: If what Momoko said in her promo was any indication, she probably doesn’t believe in tomorrow. She probably thinks if she doesn’t beat Extreme Ninja here tonight she’ll be stuck in the same vicious cycle… it’s sad, really, how such a potentially brilliant young woman could- Hitchen’s words are cut off when Momoko, during his little diatribe, was fiddling around in her boots as the Extreme Ninja #2 was asking if Logan could stop the match… Momoko looks up and quickly reaches up… [align=center]FIREBALL!!!!!![/align] CM: Yes! Take th-No! Wait! [align=center]ANOTHER FIREBALL?!?!?!?![/align] The fans are in awe as the fire soars through the air from Momoko to Ninja, but at the last conceivable second, Ninja shoots up his arm and fires a fire ball of his own! To Wakari’s surprise the flames wage with one another in the center of the very ring between the challenger and champion. Extreme Ninja #2 staggers a bit from firing his fireball and grabs his sign, glaring at Momoko. “ANOTHER ONE!” his sign reads as he fires a second fire ball that flies through the remains of their two, striking Momoko right in the face! CL: It’s like a fucking Anime! JH: Ninja just trumped Momoko! CM: No! Her face! Screeches ring out from the Pink Haired Demon of Red Cell as she drops to the mats, writhing in pain and clutching her face. FIW’s Flycore Champion discards his sign and limps over to one of the steel chairs, picking it up. CM: What does that masked freak have in mind?! CL: I don’t fucking know, but it’s going to be fucking deadly by the looks of it! JH: This is down right disturbing! Ninja pulls his body’s weight over to his challenger’s fallen and screeching form, snatching up one of her legs in his free hand. Slowly, very slowly, he drags her over to the side of the ring, the fans getting eerily quiet. After signaling the referee, Logan tosses him his sign as he let’s go of the chair and Momoko. CM: Leave my poor little Momoko alone! You’ve done enough to ruin her! After he scribbles some thing new on the sign he puts his marker away and grabs a hold of Momoko again, positioning her. Gracefully he twirls his body and her legs, locking in a figure four leg lock at the side of the ring. Much to the majority of the fans’ horror, Ninja starts moving Momoko and him towards the edge! JH: What are you doing Ninja?! What the hell are you doing?! CL: He’s going to kill both of them! With one last push Extreme Ninja #2 gets to where he wants to be and makes Wakari finally realize where she is…within the flames and upside down. Momoko screams at the top of her lungs as Ninja’s figure four leglock hangs from the side of the ring, leaving Momoko and his legs in the flames…It is then he lifts up his sign and the fans roar in approval… JH: No way… CM: No! Don’t do it! Don’t do it! CL: I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS!!! TIER’S OWN SIGNATURE MOVE! Extreme Ninja #2 quickly snatches up the steel chair he carried over and starts whacking it across their legs, adding to Momoko’s agony. Her hair and shirt slowly catching on fire along with her skin that is burning within the fire! Logan Black leans over the side of the ring, trying to get some thing from her. JH: This is inhuman! This is down right monstrous! Not only does he have the figure four leg lock snitched in, not only is he whacking their legs with a steel chair, Momoko’s in the flames! CL: FULLY FUCKING SICK!!!! Ninja silently winces and groans in pain as his pants start to catch on fire while Momoko’s body swings around in the air. The flames eat through her rubber bands, creating a disturbing image. Her pig tails burst free and her entire head of hair is a blaze. Finally, after several minutes of the chair hitting her legs, of her very flesh burning, Wakari taps against the side of the ring and Logan calls for the bell! [align=center]DING-DING-DING!!![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, Momoko Wakari has submitted… thus, by submission, your winner and still FIW Flycore Champion… Extreme Ninja Number Two!! The arena erupts into cheers and applause as “The Champ is Here” starts over the sound system. Quickly Logan Black waves to the back as the crowd watch in concern as the flaming mats are doused out and EMTs come in to attend to Momoko… They carefully place her on a stretcher as Extreme Ninja #2 is helped up to his feet by Logan Black, who awards him with his championship belt. The second generation Extreme Ninja slings the belt over his shoulder and watches as Momoko’s nearly burnt alive body is wheeled out of the arena. JH: I think I’m going to be sick… CL: Ha, I say that puts an end to this little war between the two, hopefully the main event can have the same results. CM: No way! Revolution is going down one way or another damn it! |
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[align=center] [/align]JH: This next title match is going to be…uh…well… CM: Odd? CL: NGIW even on it’s worst days never would’ve done some thing like this. CM: Ahem, Snow Ball and Exploding Pumpkins Matches? JH: He does actually have a point for once, Conse. CL: Don’t take his side Bitchen, you’re my bitch. JH: I’m no one’s…female dog… CL: Ha, you won’t even swear. CM: Come on Hitchen, it’s pay per view, let your hair down a bit and curse. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest shall be under Kitten Collar Rules and has been given a thirty minute time limit. Your official for this match is none other than Fuzz! A soft yet haunting tune begins to play over the P.A. system as a man’s voice rings out… [align=center]”Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer”[/align] The lights become a soft blue as the soft yet haunting tune slowly becomes distorted and it takes a few moments for it to clear up. Once it does, it sounds like it has seemingly transited from one melody to another as a new man’s voice sings. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet…[/align] As soon as the last word is uttered the music picks up and the quick paced yet harmonic song “Simple Survival” kicks in. The ReVolTron springs to life with various images of Onikage’s in-ring career as well as various disturbing and distorted images. Jeers shower the arena from the fans packing it as they await the arrival of the man. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet… The shadow within me… Gonna lead the revival… No Simple Survival for me[/align] Within the sea of humanity a small reaction from people on the bottom level occurs, many of them trying to make it to a center point within the sea. Slowly a figure becomes visible in with all of these FIW fans, a figure that is getting a heated welcome. The enigmatic masked man pushes his way through them, making it to the fencing. He leaps over it and slides into the ring, the Savior of Sorrow soaking in all of this hatred. Onikage sits in the corner as he leans his head back against the middle turnbuckle. CL: There’s the guy who’s about to get his fucking face kicked in. JH: The means to gain victory in this match certainly favor both men. Xtreme Kitten has been racking up knock out victories as of late. Counter to that, Onikage has been racking up submission victories lately. CM: Remember Kitten, for honor, for glory, and for Lucy’s beauty! JH: I don’t think Kitten would take kindly to you obsessing over Lucy’s beauty so much, Chip… CM: Naw, it’s cool, it’s cool, he knows that I know to look, no touchy. CL: I bet you spank to images of her in your head at night, you sick deprived man. A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel being hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten kicks the chain link fence on the stage in time with the beat of the hammer; he stays on the stage kicking until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. [align=center]I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict[/align] The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walks to the front of the stage and stops at the stairs as Lucy pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. [align=center]As of now I am a tool Of severe impact[/align] Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again kicks the fencing with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring; they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs. [align=center]I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction[/align] Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. CM: Here’s the man! Here’s the champ! Here’s the only guy aside from Toan or Maj or Impact that could make me go gay! CL: You have shit taste in men. JH: …This is a conversation I never thought I’d hear and am slightly disturbed I am hearing it… CL: Unlike you, who is in the closest and insecure about his manhood, I have no problem admitting Tier is one sexy bastard. CM: Right, if you like girly men. JH: Images…entering…head…can’t….get….them…out… Michael Anderson and Fuzz stand in the center of the ring as he looks between the two wrestlers. Both former Ordinary members are looking across the ring from one another, Xtreme Kitten idly patting his title belt with his name on it. MA: Introducing first the challenger…He hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds, and he stands at six feet and two inches…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! FIW’s masked oddity brings his arms up in the sign of an X in front of him to a large applause from the fans, a few streamers being thrown into the ring by them. Xtreme Kitten rolls his eyes and scoffs at the sight, leaning against his corner to say some thing to Lucy. MA: And introducing the reigning champion…He hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds, and stands at six feet and three inches…He is the holder of the records for most defenses, most reigns and longest reign…He is the reigning F-I-W Undisputed International Championship…HE! IS! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNN~!!! Triumphantly the feline fighter lifts his title belt up over his head to a resounding chorus of hiss like jeers from the Japanese fans and Lucy’s applause. Kitten looks out at the fans as if they were crazy and points to Onikage, mouthing the word “Him?”, and then points to himself and mouths “But not me?” He blows them off as he walks to the center of the ring like Onikage is. JH: It seems like quite a few of the fans are supporting Onikage oddly enough. CL: They clearly have confused Onikage for some one good. CM: Once they see Kitten’s greatness on display they’ll change their tune. Fuzz looks between the two wrestlers and explains the match’s rules in full, taking XK’s title belt from him after they both say they understand. Carefully he wraps each collar around their necks and locks them in place, giving the leash a slight tug to give it a last minute check. Much like the champion earlier, Fuzz triumphantly raises the championship over his head and circles around, so all the fans can see it. He then hurries over to the ropes and hands the belt over to Anderson on his way out as he calls for the bell to be rung by Timmy. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] As soon as the bell rings it’s final time Kitten snatches a hold of the leash and yanks as hard as he can on it, bringing his foe stumbling forward. With Onikage caught off guard he tries to behead him with a vicious lariat that sends him crumbling down to the mat. Not wasting a single second Xtreme Kitten drops down and keeps trying to get Onikage’s head in a front chancery. While he tries to Kitten repeatedly keeps ramming his knees downward in knee strikes blindly, but hitting nothing but canvas mostly aside from a few grazes as Onikage tries to roll away. CL: Damn right! Why I fucking love this cat obsessed bastard! Cave his skull in! CM: Did you see that close line? Awesome display of smarts by Kitten! JH: While that lariat was deadly, and his knee strikes despite being blindly thrown under him look just as deadly. It is apparent that his technical skills are lacking by the fact that Onikage is continually managing to avoid the front face lock. If he can get out from under Xtreme Kitten, he could save the momentum from swinging into Kitten’s favor. Lucy cheers on her man during the two scrambling around on the canvas, Xtreme Kitten trying to ensure Onikage’s escape from his knees doesn’t occur, and Onikage trying to flee for his life. The masked oddity finally finds salivation in the form of the ropes or, at least, one would assume so but the fierce feline drives a elbow into his masked skull. Fuzz grabs a hold of the champ and pulls him off of the challenger, letting the Straight Edge one get out of the ropes. Tentatively Onikage pulls his body back up to a vertical base and just as he let’s go of the ropes, Kitten drives his knee into his mid-section. CM: Ha! Kitten is showing why he got out of the class of freak and why Onikage still is one in my books! JH: A tad questionable in his methods, but the champion’s got Onikage right where he wants him. CL: Questionable? No, effective? Why yes, yes it fucking is. Now shut up Hitchen before I knee you like Garfield just did to the sheep fucker. Gasps and heavy breathing comes from the mouth of the Savior of Sorrow, desperately trying to suck back in the air that his former friend knocked out of him. Xtreme Kitten sneers and drives his elbow right into the back of Onikage’s neck, nearly making him fall. Luckily for the champion, he keeps his knee close enough to his opponent to keep him up. Roughly he locks in a sloppy front facelock and starts hammering his knees into the rib cage and mid-section of Onikage! JH: Yeesh! I don’t think in all my years of watching and announcing wrestling that I’ve heard or seen any one’s knees strikes seem as vicious as Kitten’s! CL: That’s because you’ve obviously never seen some one use straight Mauy Thai. CM: It could be Fortune Cookies style for all I care, I just know it is brutal! A small wad of spit flies out from underneath the mask of Onikage as the relentless knee strikes continue to crush his organs and bones. For a moment Kitten stops the pace he’s developed with them to look out at the crowd who are hissing at him. “This one’s for you guys” he mouths at them as he rears back his leg, to add extra momentum to it. Much like a gun after it’s trigger is pulled, Xtreme Kitten’s knee snaps forward, looking for it’s mark. CL: This knee strike could be the first fucking step to the fucking end of this shit. CM: Don’t get my hopes up like that, Conse, if only, if only. JH: If this hits it could seriously injure Onikage! Except, it never does hit, much to pretty much every one’s surprise, especially Xtreme Kitten and Lucy. At the last possible second the taped in black hands of the masked oddity shoot out and derail the momentum XK’s knee strike was given. With a mild growl Onikage flings his body to the side, sending both into a dragon screw that sends Kitten tumbling down. In a panic Lucy yells at her man to get to his feet as he tries to scramble up to them, with Onikage right behind him. CM: Get to the ropes! Get to the ropes, Kitten! JH: He is only a few seconds away from them, at the same time, he’s even less from being in a world of hurt! CL: Damn it, jump at the ropes if you have to! But it’s too late; the Straight Edge Artist grabs a hold of XK’s leg and pulls him back away from the ropes and more towards the center of the ring. Despite Kitten’s waving hands not to do it, Onikage drives his own knee cap into the back of his former friend’s. The Undisputed International Champion hisses and cries out in agony as he continues to do so. At ringside Lucy is in a near fury as she slams her hands repeatedly against the apron, telling XK to do some thing. JH: I may not like him, but a smart move on Onikage’s part. CL: The masked bastard is trying to take away one of Kitten’s most used weapons, his knees. CM: Oh no! Kitten! Much to the delight and applause of the Japanese fans in the Tokyo Dome, Mister Ordinary drives his knee into the back of the knee cap of the Extremely Ordinary One from the side. Kitten looks to Fuzz to do some thing about it, but Fuzz simply shrugs his shoulders and says it’s legal much to XK’s own frustration. After a tenth knee strike to the back of Kitten’s knee cap Onikage gets up to his feet and stands over him. About the time Xtreme Kitten peaks to see if he suddenly got a shed of mercy from his foe, Onikage starts applying the spinning toe hold! CL: Talk about a submission move he had to take from it’s fossil state. CM: Oh great…a submission, yawn-o-rama. JH: Show some respect Chip! That move was made infamous by Dory Funk, Dory Funk Jr. and Terry Funk back in the sixties, seventies and eighties. Perhaps the Japanese crowd knows their stuff too or perhaps they just like to see Kitten’s writhing in agony, in either case they applaud this submission too. The referee kneels down and asks the most dominant champion ever in FIW if he wishes to submit, but he shakes his head. He grits his teeth and fights through the pain long enough to kick at his former team mate with his good leg. The stumbling and falling over that Onikage occurs pulls Xtreme Kitten along, and seeing his chance, Kitten races to under the ropes for safety. CM: Alright! I knew there was nothing to worry about! Kitten had a master strategy to get out of that hold all along! JH: It looked more like pure desperation and luck to me… CL: See, that’s why how you can tell apart a great announcer from some one like…you, Hitchen. A great announcer could quite clearly see that was his master plan the whole time. Why Chip saw it then though is a mystery, must’ve been a fluke of some kind… Swiftly Lucy goes to her man’s side, yelling at him for falling for that and smacking him upside the head, and he starts bantering back at her. While the feline fighter is busy with his S&M mistress Onikage clutches at his back that Kitten kicked and with a bit of trouble, gets to his feet. His eyes pass over his surroundings until he spots the champion, grabbing a hold of the leash that attaches the two of them. Lucy tries to warn her man but it is too late, Onikage pulls Kitten back under the bottom rope and right into a lunging knee strike to the side of his knee! JH: He is just merciless with his attacks on Kitten’s leg, specifically his knee! CL: God I hope this bastard doesn’t win… CM: Course he won’t! Kitten had twelve defenses in his last reign, twelve, you think he’s going to drop the belt on his third to some masked weirdo who finger paints?! He scurries away from the challenger, shaking his damaged leg furiously along the way until he stops right in front of the turnbuckle. Just as quickly as he made his way over to the corner, Kitten grabs a hold of the turnbuckle and gets his body back up to a vertical base. Xtreme Kitten tentatively tries to stand without help as Onikage nears him, but nearly falls. With a look of pain and frustration, Kitten fights through it and stands up. CL: I don’t think it’s typically a bright fucking idea to try and force a leg that can’t support your weight to do so, but what the hell do I know. CM: I don’t know, what do you know besides hideous garbage wrestling that was spawned in Texas? JH: I believe he was using the technique known as sarcasm, Chip… The entire body of Kitten twitches and tenses up as it tries to hold his weight up; desperately Kitten throws a knee strike out to slow his former friend down. This blow knocks the wind out of the masked oddity but doesn’t keep him down for long, and he returns the favor with a kick. To be specific, a low side martial arts kick to XK’s good leg, though Kitten fights through the affects of the blow to stay standing. He throws out another knee strike, though, this one the Savior of Sorrow simply avoids due to the slightly sloppy execution. CM: Come on Kitten! Knee that jerk till he pisses blood! JH: I’m not sure how smart trying to have a striking contest with one bag leg is when your main weapon in it is your knee strikes. CL: Hey, it’s what got the feline freak to the game, why not run with it? In return the challenger of the championship unleashes another low side kick, this time to Xtreme Kitten’s bad knee cap. Kitten howls out and nearly falls off of his feet, managing to catch a hold of the ropes before he does. Slowly he gets back up as Onikage advances on him and it is then that XK opts to change his strategy. The fierce feline delivers a nasty elbow strike to the masked cranium of his foe, and his foe fires back with a forearm strike! JH: Now we go from kicks and knees to forearms and elbows! CL: What is wrong with these two? Why aren’t they using the chain as a weapon or taking this to the outside? CM: …Because that’s the style both are not a fan of? It rocks the champion and he nearly loses his hold on the ropes, shaking the cobwebs out of his head he stands right up, even letting go of the ropes finally. As he glares at his former team mate he unleashes a second elbow strike to the skull. Likewise, the Straight Edge Messiah answers right back with a second forearm strike, neither man staggering. The crowd politely applauds their effort until XK fires another elbow strike at Onikage and then looks out at them, “I don’t need your applause!” he yells out to them to jeers. CL: Ha, not only does Kitten now have Onikage on the ropes, but he told the fans off. CM: If Toan is Jesus Christ, Xtreme Kitten is clearly God himself. JH: Toan is Kitten’s child? That’s a scary thought…especially seeing as Toan is over a decade older than him or at least it seems like it… Though his taunting the crowd back fires on XK as he’s too busy with them to even try and prepare to absorb the blow from Onikage’s third forearm strike. FIW’s most dominant champion stumbles backwards and nearly sits down on the second buckle. He snarls and leaps forward, throwing a reckless elbow strike in a attempt to get some form of vengeance for that cheap shot. Much to his dismay though, Onikage grabs his arm and floats over behind him, locking him into the For Whom the Bell Tolls! CM: No! Not this! Any thing but this! JH: Onikage’s got locked in his trade mark submission maneuver! CL: Fuck me twice and call me fucking glitter gal! Xtreme Kitten down right panics and starts frantically waving his free arm around, Lucy tries to yell instructions to him but he just can’t hear her. She keeps trying to get his attention to listen to her but to no avail, getting a frustrated sigh from her. Without warning she jumps up onto the apron much to the confusion of Onikage and Fuzz. Immediately she starts doing flirtatious poses and a bit of dancing, making Xtreme Kitten look like a kid in a candy shop. Suddenly he damn near sprints towards her, carrying Onikage’s weight with him along the way, and she drops down from the apron just in time for him to get into the ropes! JH: Erm…uh…Lucy’s…ahem…feminine charms seem to have…umm…saved Kitten. CL: Sheesh, talk about thinking with your other head. CM: Hey, to be fair, we’d all do the same if it was us in Kitten’s shoes. Despite Onikage’s dismay and Kitten’s disappointment at Lucy dropping back down to ringside, the Straight Edge one of the two masked wrestlers releases his submission hold. Kitten is about to turn around grudgingly when a light bulb goes off in his head. Suddenly he waves at Lucy for some thing and it takes his manager and girlfriend a few moments to realize what he wants. She tosses some thing over the top rope and the Undisputed International Champion catches it with a grin on his face. CL: …What the fuck is that? CM: I don’t know… JH: It looks like some type of alcoholic beverage, but it has some weird language on it, Chinese perhaps? I can’t really see it too well from here. Though why Kitten wants that now is beyond me… Hitchen’s guess at it being Chinese is correct, in fact, it is Kaoliang to be perfectly exact; Xtreme Kitten opens it and quickly chugs down every last drop of it. After he finishes it he smacks his lips and smirks at Onikage who is glaring right at him. Kitten hiccups as the Savior of Sorrow advances on him and throws out his arm, looking for a lariat. Instead he goes right past XK when he stumbles and then proceeds to, at lightning fast speed, shoot out his wrist with his hand bent inward. The wrist strike connects with the masked oddity’s mid-section and knocks the wind out of him, sending him staggering nearly as much as his feline foe. CM: Yes! A vicious wrist thingie to Onikage! JH: Kitten seems a bit…off… CL: He seems a bit fucking hammered is more like it. Gleefully Kitten giggles in his stumbles and starts poses in a rather feminine manner, flaunting his body at Onikage and the fans. Onikage stops his body in mid-stagger and clutches at his mid-section, his face looking a bit flustered as he watches Kitten. Slowly XK with his poses and flaunting stumbles over towards the Straight Edge Artist, suddenly hitting him with his stomach. The blow sends the masked oddity into the ropes and bounces off of them to a jumping bum bum bump from Xtreme Kitten! JH: Is he…he couldn’t be…there’s no way he’s using what I think he’s using. CL: The fuck if I know what he is doing, but it seems affective. CM: I’m so lost… Now slightly embarrassed, the challenger storms right up to his feet as Kitten cackles and claps his hands, trying to get the fans to dance for some reason. The former Ordinary member points to his intoxicated opponent and tells him to quit fooling around, seemingly believing this to be a trick. He charges at Xtreme Kitten at full speed once again and he misses the feline fighter by a mile when he stumbles backwards to the side. Onikage bounces off of the ropes and charges directly at him, it looks like Kitten’s going to try and avoid him again. As he is in mid-passing of the champion though, XK locks in a tight side headlock! CL: ‘The fuck?! A side headlock?! CM: Gah! This makes no sense! JH: Han, Miss Ho and now Tso…Heh, I can’t believe it, Xtreme Kitten is using Zui Quan… FIW’s Undisputed International Champion laughs loudly and cheerfully while he wrenches back on the hold, much to the dismay of his opponent. Fuzz checks him to see if he wants to submit, but beneath his long black locks he keeps saying no. Lucy tries XK to get serious but the drunkard Kitten just blows her off with more laughter. Suddenly Onikage manages to reverse the side head lock, lifting Xtreme Kitten up and going for a back drop suplex. Clumsily Kitten rolls over the Savior of Sorrow’s shoulder and lands on his feet behind him, laughing and dancing. CM: Zuu Quu? What’s that? JH: No, no, Zui Quan Chip, Zui Quan, it’s a style of fighting. CL: Wait…are you telling me that Kitten is using Drunken Boxing?! Lightly Xtreme Kitten pats Onikage on the shoulder, but before he can turn around his feline foe grabs a hold of him from behind in a waist lock. The masked oddity tries to escape it though it appears impossible for him to even power out of it. In the middle of this tense moment XK starts singing way out of tune “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”. As he is about to finish the first verse he chucks the Straight Edge challenger up over his head. Perhaps one of the sloppiest and terrible german suplexes ever sends Onikage straight onto his neck! JH: That makes four with him using Lan. CL: I guess it is an ideal style to use against the fucker. After all, he’s Straight Edge so he’s never been drunk and so doesn’t know how to expect Kitten’s movements. CM: Wait…so…is Kitten pretending or is he really drunk? Was that just juice he drank? Rolling right up to his feet Kitten proudly burps and then giggles at how funny his burping is much to the confusion of the Japanese crowd. On spaghetti legs Onikage gets back up to his feet, growling as he clenches his fists in fury and runs at Xtreme Kitten. Rapidly he throws out several side kicks, knee strikes, elbow strikes and chops all in one succession. To the amazement of the crowd however, XK lazily avoids them with his staggering and stumbles. Just as Onikage spins around to hit a discus forearm, Kitten hits a home run with a roundhouse kick to his opponent’s chest! CL: Fuck! That kick could be heard back in America! CM: Who was that Hitchen?! Who was that?! JH: Well…given he used his good and right leg, I’d say it was Cripple Li… From the sheer impact of the blow it sends the masked oddity stumbling backwards and falling into the near by corner, his head resting against the middle rope. Surprisingly, Xtreme Kitten stumbles and staggers over towards his opponent, not wasting any time this time. He unleashes two vicious and swift kicks in succession to Onikage’s skull. Quickly Fuzz gets in between them and tells Kitten to back off so he can start his count. Xtreme Kitten replies with a pinch of Fuzz’ cheek and giggling as he falls over backwards, rolling through and back onto his feet. CM: If I were that idiotic freak, I’d stay down right about now. It is obvious that with this style Kitten is out matching him. JH: Good lord! I’ve never seen Chang’s technique used in such a deadly manner before! Onikage could have a concussion! CL: One can only hope. A bit slowly Fuzz starts his knock out count on the challenger for the International Championship, rubbing his cheek with the hand he isn’t using to count. The fans slowly start clapping along with each other and chanting “O-nee-kai-gah”, trying to rally him. Kitten giggles and starts absent mindedly clapping along with the fans until Lucy yells at him to stop. Slowly but surely a hand reaches up and grabs a hold of the middle rope, pulling his body back up to a sitting position. There is a tiny bit of drool running down the side of his mask from his mouth as he groans and grabs a hold of the top rope, pulling his body back up fully. JH: I may not like him, but that takes courage and a fighting spirit many don’t have. CL: It also takes the brains of a rat. CM: Yup, he should’ve learned his lesson the first time. The rise of Onikage gets a mockingly impressive chuckle from Kitten and he applauds it much to the chagrin of the fans. Still slightly dazed, Onikage staggers forward and throws a forearm strike at his former friend, who dodges it and knees him in the gut. Carefully Kitten applies a standing head scissors and wraps his arms around the masked oddity. With one good heave he scoops him up and giggles slightly as he holds him up for a few moments. Then he jumps into the air and brings the challenger down skull first onto the mat before making the cover! CL: Yes! Cripple him! CM: The Kitten’s Meow! Boo yah! [align=center]1![/align] JH: I’m guessing that’s supposed to be Fat Han, given the way Kitten was holding Onikage a bit differently than normally how he holds his opponent for the Kitten’s Meow. CL: Right, whatever, all I know is that I hope it caused a fucking broken spine. [align=center]2![/align] CM: Wait a second…Han? You said that one already! JH: There’s Han and there’s Fat Han, two different things Chip. [align=center]3~!!! NO~! KICK OUT~!!![/align] CL: Damn it…so…so very close. CM: Slow count, slow count ref! JH: This match is amazingly still going! Lazily Xtreme Kitten sits up and looks at the referee, who is holding up two fingers to him, he blinks a few times as he stares blankly at it. It isn’t until Lucy yells at him that Fuzz is holding up two fingers that Kitten stops to make a “oh” face. Unnoticed by him, Onikage crawls out from under him and slowly tries to make it back up to his feet. When XK starts getting back up to his feet too Onikage comes from behind and kicks his bad knee. Though, due to being drunk and it numbing the pain, Kitten looks around and simply shrugs with a giggle. CM: Yes! No affect! JH: I’m not even sure if Kitten knows he was hit… CL: He better before Onikage tries to attack him again! Onikage grabs a hold of XK and whips him around, when he turns around fully he nails him with a head butt to the skull! The champion takes a step back and is about to take a second one when he spins completely around once. As he comes to a stop he uses the velocity to ram his own head against the masked oddity’s cranium! He staggers backwards a bit which Kitten follows right after and jumps into the air. Not the most gracefully ever he soars through the air and connects with the Kao Loi, sending his former friend into the ropes! JH: And now all eight with that head butt as a tribute to Lu! Not to mention the Kao Loi knee strike! CL: But the idiot hit it with his bad kn- CM: Ow-ow-ow-ow-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH~!!! Backwards Kitten stumbles and steadies his body shortly, rushing back forward and seemingly looking to send his challenger over the top rope with a second Kao Loi! Except at the last seemingly possible second Onikage ducks the knee strike and rolls under XK. The champ just barely stops in time and turns around to see the masked oddity in an odd state, the Lady of the Lake. He cautiously walks towards the ball with an arm sticking out of it and looks it over a few times, Lucy telling him not to grab the hand. Eventually he shrugs and grins by bending over and pinching the Savior of Sorrow on the butt, causing him to unroll and scramble away! CL: …Did he just fucking do what I think he just did? CM: I don’t think I like drunk Kitten any more… JH: Well…erm…that’s certainly one way to counter that I suppose… A few of the fans in attendance laugh as Onikage gets up to a knee, glaring at the champion as he rubs his butt where it was pinched. Kitten further embarrasses his former partner by hopping around and rubbing his own butt, mocking painful cries. He even goes as far as to spank his butt in the general direction of the masked oddity. In a fury Onikage gets up to his feet and charges at his opponent, swinging out his arm. Dazedly Xtreme Kitten side steps and giggles gleefully, thinking he’s dodged the bullet. CM: Yet another successful dod- JH: Not quite! CL: Damn it! Jonathon’s words ring true as Onikage’s arm wraps tightly around XK’s nearest arm and his neck, lifting him up into the air in uranage fashion. Though instead of throwing him over his head or delivering a sambo suplex, he drives him back first down onto his knee! He isn’t quite done with his fellow masked wrestler quite yet, bringing him back up to his feet. Tightly he wraps his hand around Xtreme Kitten’s throat and lifts him up into the air once more. For a second time the drunken champion comes crashing down back first onto his knee! JH: Spine Shock and then the xXx! CL: Fuckity fuck fuck fucky fuck! CM: Gah! Well…at least he can’t feel the pain until the morning along with his hang over. Sadly, Chip’s words don’t ring true as Kitten clutches at his back and in between hiccups writhes in agony on the canvas. Quickly Onikage gets to his feet and races towards the ropes, jumping up in mid-run and landing on the middle rope. He spring boards off of it and connects with a sickening double stomp to the masked face of Kitten! Riding the momentum he grabs a hold of XK and slowly drags him back up to a slouching yet standing position. It takes him a few moments as even now, Kitten tries to drunkenly avoid it, but in the end Onikage locks in For Whom the Bell Tolls! CL: Don’t you fucking tap you drunk bastard! CM: What he said! JH: This very well could be the end after that lethal combo he managed to score before this! Exactly like Constance and Chip, Lucy at ringside yells at her man not to tap no matter what the cost is and slams her hands against the apron, trying to rally him on. Though the combination of the alcohol and the submission are already starting to show affects. FIW’s record breaking Undisputed International Champion starts to look weak in the legs. Gradually he drops down to one knee as Fuzz continues to check on him, making sure he doesn’t wish to submit. Maybe partly due to his state, Xtreme Kitten refuses to submit and drops down to both knees. CM: Gaaaargh! Do some thing! Pull on the leash! Go for his eyes! Free yourself! JH: Kitten is starting to fade! CL: Come on you pussy, I finally get behind you and you go and do this on me! This’ll be even more of a disappointment than you losing to that blue haired freak! Idly XK continually keeps softly slapping Fuzz on the face, trying to show that he’s still with the referee and the match, though it only seems to annoy Fuzz for whatever reason. With each passing moment his slaps do get softer and softer, and slower and slower. The two men formerly the Ordinary fall back into a sitting position for Kitten and still kneeling for Onikage. FIW’s Savior of Sorrow tightens the hold as much as he can, looking like he might be trying to dig his fingers through XK’s very jaw. The champion’s head gradually starts lowering and he stops slapping Fuzz completely, the only signs of life being a few hiccups and mild giggling. JH: It’s amazing Xtreme Kitten is lasting this long in the hold, let alone when heavily under the influence! CL: Yeah, well he better hope he breaks out of it and kicks the freak’s head off, otherwise I’m going to break his legs. CM: Don’t worry, he will! He’s got to! He’s only on defense number three; he still has at least ten more defenses to go so he can top his old record! Then it happens, Xtreme Kitten falls back completely and the masked oddity locks in a body scissors to further add to the hold. Not even a second afterwards Lucy jumps up onto the apron and tries to distract the referee. Despite her best efforts Fuzz turns around and tells her, if she doesn’t get down he’s ejecting her from the ringside area. Quietly Lucy grudgingly gets back down as Kitten’s eyes start rolling into the back of his head. His entire body almost looks like putty in the arms of the Savior of Sorrow. CL: Oh come the fuck on! Threatening a woman?! Big man Fuzz is. CM: Yeah, really! Telling Lucy she can’t do some thing! I have half the mind to go down there and tell him off! JH: He was just doing his job… FIW’s oddest named referee drops down to one knee beside them and picks up XK’s limp arm, lifting it high into the air and holding it there for a few seconds. Like many referees had done before him, Fuzz drops the arm to see if it’ll fall. But much to his surprise and the fans’ and Lucy’s, it doesn’t, Kitten keeps it floating in mid-way slightly limp. Lazily Kitten waves it in a no manner when Fuzz asks him if he wishes to submit. Though, after a few more seconds, it’s just too much for him to bear and Xtreme Kitten taps his hand against Onikage’s arm! CM: No! This can’t be happening! This is the worst day in FIW history since…since…si…since the last time he won this belt! JH: Kitten taps! Kitten taps! By blood god Kitten taps! CL: No fucking way! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: Xtreme Kitten’s reign has come to an end! CL: I don’t fucking believe this shit! CM: We have that…freak as our champion now?! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, winner by submission and…NEW F-I-W UNDISPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! ”Simple Survival” explodes over the sound system to a standing ovation from the fans in the Tokyo Dome as Onikage releases the hold on Kitten. He sits up just when Fuzz races away from the two, looking out at the fans that are applauding him. Fuzz soon returns to his side and places the championship on his shoulder before raising his arm in victory. Carefully and slowly the Savior of Sorrow staggers up to his vertical base, clutching the championship. With a tired smirk on his face he casually turns all the way around, looking out at all the fans that are still applauding him. His vision slowly drops down to his fallen foe and former champion, Xtreme Kitten, who Fuzz is checking on. Swiftly he makes his way over to him and Lucy jumps up onto the apron with a look of worry. For a few moments Onikage just stares down at XK’s lifeless body, soaking in the applause. Suddenly he does some thing no one would expect; he bends over and grabs Kitten’s hand, shaking it. After a few good shakes he let’s go of it and stands back up while Lucy enters the ring. He turns around and the two come eye to eye with one another, a slight tension filling the area around them. Onikage nudges his head towards Xtreme Kitten, letting Lucy walk past him to check on him as he exits the ring. CL: I just want to fucking kill some thing just seeing him with that belt! CM: This is almost as bad as Tier being our FIW Dual Crown Champion! JH: I don’t like either of their attitudes, but both Onikage and Xtreme Kitten should be proud. They both put up one hell of a fight in that ring tonight and gave us a match I doubt any one will soon forget. The camera awkwardly cuts award from the ring with Lucy and Fuzz checking on Xtreme Kitten to the gorilla position. Only a few moments pass before the curtain parts and the newly crowned FIW Undisputed International Champion steps through. Sweat is clearly still dripping off of his body as he goes down the few steps from the ramp way. He starts heading towards the locker room hall way of the backstage area, a few staff members he pass pat him on the back and congratulate him. Even now with the match over and him merely walking at an average pace his breathing is a little heavy and he’s panting a bit. The Savior of Sorrow goes to turn into the locker room hall way but stops dead in his tracks when he nearly runs into some one! This some one is Herman Cardgage, the ever just slightly off looking and smiling interviewer. For a few seconds the two stand in silence aside from Onikage’s breathing and stare at each other. Onikage: …What? His creepy and unsettling smile only grows wider and he puts his micro phone uncomfortably close to the masked oddity’s face. Herman: Your thopinion on your big victory my good madam? Onikage slings the championship more properly over his shoulder so it’ll stay put as he let’s go of it and kneels down. Roughly he snatches the micro phone out of Herman’s hand as he stares into the camera on his knees. Onikage: If you don’t mind, I’m going to take a knee to say this. Herman: Certainly at all dudette. The new FIW Undisputed International Champion pushes some of his long hair out of his masked face and tries to slow down his breathing. Onikage: My thoughts on my victory, what can one really say after it occurs? That since I was confident I knew all along I was going to walk away the winner? Hmph, I’ve never been one to state some thing so pointless. What I can say is that it was a hard fought match, but I did what I said I was going to do. I won the match, I survived and embarrassed his precious Mauy Thai, and I am now three to zero on my record against Wolfgang here. Mister Cardgage shakes his head, but only for a few seconds, then he randomly starts nodding it. Herman: What are your thoughts on your impending title reign, do you think you can match and live up to the Hardcore Feline’s? A small scoff comes out from his lungs and he gives Herman a side glance for a moment. Onikage: Perhaps one could call it arrogance, others call it confidence, but the majority that have faced me know it to be fact, no. I don’t intend to just sit idly by and live up to the legacy Wolfgang’s built for himself. You will not see me aspiring to have my reign on the same level as his two were. No, because I plan to make a better and more respectable reign than his two. Some dizziness affects appear to over take him for a second but he shakes them off and continues to stare intensely into the camera. Onikage: When I am finished with this championship, no one will question who’s title reign was better or who is the better one between us. For the answer will be as clear as crystal, just like it’s always been. Gently he hands the micro phone back over to Herman and pushes his body, much to its protest, back up onto his feet. The Savior of Sorrow continues walking while Herman reaches into his bag and gets a half eaten melted chocolate bar. Before the viewers get grossed out by the image of him eating said bar, the camera cuts away… |
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[align=center] [/align]JH: Alright fans, here we go with the next match here at Nensai Senjou ’07, the Tag Team Championship of the World is on the line! CM: WOO! RED CELL! CL: Ah, screw this, wake me up when it’s over. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FIW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS OF THE WOOOORLD! Introducing first, Team Number One, they represent RED CELL and are the FIW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a white spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to get up on their feet, throw up their middle fingers, boo the holy hell, and basically do all they can do as a crowd to boo one of the biggest pompous assholes there is!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact wearing his usual wrestling attire and t-shirt over his sweaty body sporting the latest logos, and as soon as Impact steps foot out of the curtain and onto the concrete stage the crowds boos somehow manage to grow louder. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] MA: First, from Staten Island, New York, he stands six feet five inches tall and weighs 286 pounds, MAAAAATT! IIIIMMMMMPACT!!! Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd as on the sides of the camera you can see fans sticking their arms over the fencing as long as possible to get their middle finger seen on camera pointing at the arrogant Impact. He just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he walks up the steel steps, walking across the black FIW logo apron to the center before entering the ring over the black middle rope. [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his right fist into his chest before kissing it and lifting it into the air as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle, to that, the crowd responds with more middle fingers and boos, he then hops off the second turnbuckle, and moves to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way grabs off his t-shirt and then comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the lights turn on and he grabs his dropped t-shirt and taunts the crowd by pretending to throw it at them, but smirks as he hands it to a ring official outside the ring. He then goes to the nearest corner leaning against it fixing his trunks, pads, and boots and stretching out a bit before the match. JH: There’s no way Matt Impact can be hated more than he is at this point in his career. What a waste of good talent this young man is. CM: Don’t you dare talk about Matt Impact like that, Bitchen! He’s one of the greatest wrestlers this industry’s ever seen, FIW would be NOTHING without him! The lights go down as thunder rolls in the distance and smoke fills up the cage. The thunder rolls again and the music picks up; the synthesised riff that signals the start of Rusty Nail and the coming of the Judo Sensei. The guitars arrive and the stage is split with lights and lasers and such like and a familiar voice fills the air, with uncharacteristically melodic singing. [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru, kawaranai yume ni...[/align] [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] The disappears in an explosion of pyro momentarily as the chorus hits, and when the debris finally settles, only a lonely warrior remains: Kiyoshi Nakahata, waving the smoke out of his face and pulling his hood right up over his head as he strides towards the ring, trying to keep the huge positive reaction from the crowd out of his mind as the chorus continues. JH: Wow, what a reaction for the double champion! [align=center]Doredake, namida wo nagaseba Anata wo, wasurerareru darou JUST TELL ME MY LIFE Doku made, aruite mitemo Namida de, ashita ga mienai...[/align] Over the PA, Daisuke holds the note out as long as is humanly possible, and then a little longer as Kiyoshi carries on his lonely way to the ring and ascends the steps to the apron. As he reaches a neutral corner from the outside, he faces the crowd, and takes his flag from under his half of the Tag Titles and throws it into the crowd. Carrying on along the apron to his own corner, and vaults onto the top, pulling his hood right back up as the lights come back up... MA: And his partner, from Komachi City, Japan, he collectively holds one half of the FIW World Tag Team Championships AND the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship, he stands six feet, one inch tall and weighs 260 pounds, presenting KIYOSHIIIIIII NAKAHAAAAAATAAAAAHHHH! JH: Kiyoshi has been nothing short of impressive ever since he joined FIW! His masterful defence of the Fighting Spirit Championship over these last few months have been catching the eye of a lot of FIW luminaries, although he’s in decidedly bad company! CL: Wow, Hitchen’s really fagging up the commentary tonight. I hope someone gets cut open so that I don’t have to repress this entire match. As the first riffs of "Defy You" by Offspring begin to play, smoke begins to billow from the stage. Kailey's silhouette slowly becomes visible through the smoke and remains in shadow while the opening bars continue. When the lyrics begin, she pushes through the smoke and takes her first steps toward the ring, waving to the crowd. When at the ring, she slides in between the top and middle rope, then takes a walk around the ring, waving to the fans before taking her corner. MA: And their opponents are the challengers! First, from Nashville, Tennessee, THIS IS KAILEYYYYYY LAAAAANE! CM: They gave her another title shot? Seems like it’s pretty random for her, even though we hardly see her at the damn arena! She’s always out dancing somewhere! JH: You’re just a god-damn ray of sunshine aren’t you? Kailey’s a great wrestler and to say she deserves this shot at gold is an understatement! With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the three ReVoltrons and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the concrete stage. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the entirety of the elevated stage where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like a religious worshipper before their God. [align=center]Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say[/align] This is the prompt for a flash of light and a series of small explosions around the stage and ReVoltrons before two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight appearing on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down past the press of females on the concrete stage, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step. The women get to their feet and depart as soon as the Russian start to walk down the steps from the stage. As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring. MA: And her partner, from Bogorodskoye, Russia— CM: Gesundheit. MA: --Being accompanied by Natalya Vladek, he weighs 268 pounds…RAAAAAAAAAGIN’!!!!!! Now that all of the introductions are out of the way, the referee now takes the belts from Impakhata and shows them to the Tokyo Dome crowd, although the cheering crowd is becoming overwhelming seeming like they want Kiyoshi to start the match! Kiyoshi is still standing in his corner, watching the opposing team, seeming to block out the cheers, as Matt Impact now exits out to the apron, giving in and taking the opportunity to mouth off to the fans as Kailey Lane will meet Nakahata, getting the match underway. [align=center]*DING DING*[/align] They lock up in the center of the ring, if only for a brief few moments as Nakahata quickly shoves Kailey off of him and launches a palm strike at her head, but Kailey ducks it and stings his right leg with a mid side kick. Another kick to the same area staggers Kiyoshi back a little bit and gives Kailey a chance to whip him into the ropes, but Kiyoshi blocks the whip by hanging onto the top rope and follows that up by rocking Kailey with a headbutt, knocking her to the mat. Kiyoshi follows this up quickly by picking Kailey up and grabbing a front waistlock, looking to take her down with a belly-to-belly overhead suplex but Kailey headbutts her way out of it, staggering Kiyoshi and allowing her to score with a dropkick! JH: Fast action in the early going here! Kiyoshi gets up quickly to one knee, watching Kailey tentatively as he catches his breath, Kailey in a fighting stance begging Kiyoshi to bring it to her. Kiyoshi instead though, to stall Kailey’s momentum tags out to Matt Impact, the crowd booing at this decision mainly because Matt’s a dickhead and they want to see Kiyoshi wrestle. Matt mouths off about the Japanese language to the crowd, making fun of it which causes them to boo harder, and Matt turns around back to Kailey with a grin on his face to find a flying lariat coming at him! The former King of Slam goes down hard and Kailey follows up by dropping a knee on his broad chest, quickly pinning him.. [align=center]1.. Matt powers out, nearly sending Kailey into the referee![/align] CM: Haha, there you go, Matt! Now break her in half! Matt quickly gets to his feet and picks Kailey up, smashing her head first into the buckle, and then does it again a second time before turning her around in the corner and proceeding to choke her, pretending like he can’t hear the referee count the five count, just until the five count is about to be reached and then he lets her go, the fans audibly booing him as he now brings Kailey to the center of the ring and slams her hard into the mat with a scoop slam, then following up with a leg drop across the throat! CM: Those tag titles are as good as defended, Bitchen! This one is over! JH: Is Constance seriously asleep? CM: *poke poke* Yuuup. He’s out. Matt now after flexing for the crowd picks Kailey up and sends her to the corner, following her in and getting a boot to the face for his troubles, Matt staggers back and Kailey fights out of the corner by hitting Matt upside the face with a spinning heel kick! Matt goes down, comes back up, getting a kick to the side of the head, goes down and comes up one more time to get a discus lariat that knocks the big man down! The crowd cheers as now Kailey catches her breath and tags in Ragin’! JH: Alright, here we go! Ragin’ in! Ragin’ comes in as Matt is just getting to his feet and kicks him hard in the calf, knocking him back down to the mat! Ragin’ lifts the former King of Slam! up and laces a chop across his broad chest, backing him into the corner and allowing Ragin’ to rake Matt eyes-first across the top rope, getting admonished by the ref as Ragin’ stands to accept the horrendous…cheers?? CM: What the fuck? Ragin’…being cheered? JH: I guess they hate Matt Impact enough that they’ll like anybody so long as they beat the snot out of him! CM: Japan is a weird fucking country anyway. Now, Ragin’ picks up the former King of Slam! and hooks him up, bringing him to the center of the ring so he can apply a jawbreaker! Matt goes down and Ragin’ follows up with a pin attempt, making sure to grind his forearm across Matt’s face as he does so.. [align=center]1.. Shoulder up by Matt![/align] Ragin’ isn’t frustrated yet, rather he’s still showing that cocky demeanour about him that is his trademark as he lifts Matt to his feet again, but the 2 time World Champion sends the three time champ headfirst into the buckle by grabbing the front of his pants to pull him, then once Matt is back on his feet he advances towards Ragin’ to follow up but gets a boot to his gut for his trouble, staggering him back, Ragin’ charges and Matt follows up with a powerslam! Matt picks Ragin’ back up and lifts him across his shoulders as if to go for the Head On Collision or the Impact Drop, but instead drops him down on his knee in a vicious chestbreaker! JH: Now, Impact is getting some kind of a comeback here, he’s got the Master of the Rage down and hurting. Matt flexes for the Tokyo Dome crowd who of course boo him, then he goes over and tags Kiyoshi Nakahata in, getting some smattered cheers as he does so. They lift Ragin’ to their feet together, and after a rough knee strike from Matt they both drive the former Dual Crown Champion down with a double DDT! Matt now goes to the outside (after laying in a couple sight-unseen stomps), and Kiyoshi makes a cover.. [align=center]1.. 2.. Shoulder up![/align] Kiyoshi does not give Ragin’ a chance to retaliate as he quickly floats over, grabbing the leg and working Ragin’ into a single leg crab, really cranking back on it as now Kailey is banging on the turnbuckles, trying to get the crowd to spur Ragin’ on. Seeing however that the referee is occupied with failing to get Ragin’ to submit, Kailey enters the ring sight unseen and nails Kiyoshi with a side kick to the chest, making him break the hold! Kiyoshi’s stunned and Kailey quickly rolls out of the ring, as Ragin’ capitalizes on his partner’s aid by picking Kiyoshi up from behind and dropping him across the knee in the Spinal Tap! Kiyoshi’s still on his feet though he’s favoring his back, and turns around just in time to get clotheslined over the top rope! JH: Oh, look out! CM: Come on, Kiyoshi! Win this one for Red Cell!...doh, but I like Ragin’! Dammit, it’s so hard to pick a winner! Kiyoshi’s on the outside now, thankfully away from Kailey as no doubt she would have tried something while Matt Impact comes in from behind illegally and clubs Ragin’ across the back of the head, throwing him over the ropes to the outside afterward. Matt follows Ragin’ to the floor and rams his head into the apron, looking to follow up on this opportunity but that advantage is soon taken away by Kailey Lane flying over the ropes with a slingshot plancha, taking out all three competitors and spilling them all over the entranceway! JH: Whooooa! Kailey’s putting that gorgeous body of hers on the line to take the Tag Team titles!! The referee begins counting, getting to three as Ragin’ and Kiyoshi Nakahata get to their feet, Kiyoshi nailing Ragin’ with a forearm but when he goes to whip him towards the ring, Ragin’ reverses, stops his momentum and yanks Kiyoshi back towards Ragin’, pulling him into a drop toe hold, smashing Kiyoshi face-first on the concrete! Matt tries again to ambush Ragin’ but he lifts him up in a short lift and drops him throat first across the railing! CM: OW! That’s got to hurt! No throat lozenge in the world’ll clear that up! JH: Do you listen to yourself sometimes? CM: Can you go fuck yourself once in a while? Now that the count is getting dangerous, Ragin’ takes Kiyoshi and rolls him back into the ring, Kiyoshi getting to his feet and moving to the corner where he catches Ragin’ moving in with a boot to the gut, he grabs a waistlock and spins out of the corner, throwing Ragin’ over his head with a suplex! Kiyoshi hustles over for the pinfall.. [align=center]1.. 2.. KICKOUT![/align] JH: Every time it seems the challengers get the advantage, Red Cell shuts them down. Kiyoshi now slooowly lifts Ragin’ to his feet to make sure Ragin’ isn’t playing possum on him, and rocks him with a palmstrike, staggering him back into the ropes, Kiyoshi pushes him in and whips him across to the other side ropes but Ragin’ ducks underneath Kiyoshi’s lariat and wipes him out with a spear on the rebound! Both men are down and Ragin’ BADLY needs to tag! CM: Oh, shit! Matt, do something! JH: We could have new tag champions if Kailey can make the tag!! Ragin’ gets up albeit slowly, worn out and hurting from the beatdown he’s taken, and seeing that even though Kiyoshi’s getting up he won’t make it in time, Ragin’ falls and tags Kailey Lane to a huge round of cheers! Kailey immediately springboards up and flies across the ring, clotheslining Kiyoshi into the mat, popping up and seeing Matt Impact rushing at her but being much faster than Impact she moves to the side, making him whack his chest into the buckle, he turns just in time to get a Koppou kick bounced off his head! Matt stumbles into the middle of the ring, Kailey feeds him a leg and BLASTS him with an Enzuigiri! JH: Kailey Lane has taken over here! She’s got to keep the momentum going! CM: Whatever she does to Matt, it doesn’t matter because he isn’t the legal man! Kiyoshi’s been given ample time now to recuperate and makes Kailey pay for not taking some offense on him too by charging up behind her and throwing her with a backdrop suplex, quickly silencing the crowd here in Japan as they were rocking in the aisles. Kiyoshi now picks her up but Kailey slaps his hands away and throws a kick which Kiyoshi ducks, Kiyoshi grabs a reverse waistlock but Kailey reverses that and jumps, hooking him in a reverse prawnhold rollup! [align=center]1.. 2.. No![/align] Kiyoshi kicks out and IMMEDIATELY applies the Dojime Sleeper! The crowd erupts at the sudden counter but Ragin’ dives in to make the save, knowing victory was imminent for Red Cell if he hadn’t done so, Ragin’ now being detained by the referee as Matt Impact enters the ring, smacking his own hands together to make the ‘tag’ as Kiyoshi looks confused but nonetheless enters to the outside as Matt picks up Kailey only to club her back down to the mat. He yells at the crowd, telling them that this match is going to be over right now, but throws Kailey to the mat after picking her back up beforehand because Ragin’ is talking trash to him, and well, Matt doesn’t particularly like it. Matt goes over there to point a long finger at Ragin’, cursing at him and telling him that his ‘girlfriend’ is going to get broken in half, he goes back to Kailey who ROLLS HIM UP IN A SMALL PACKAGE! [align=center]1.. 2.. NO![/align] Matt quickly kicks out and drops a knee right on Kailey’s head, now drawing a thumb across his throat to signal that yes it IS over, before lifting Kailey up and across his shoulders, calling for the Head On Collision, but as he’s close to the ropes and in the range of Ragin’, and it so happens that the referee is occupied with trying to get Kiyoshi out of the ring as he’s trying to get in to take care of Ragin’, with the ref’s back turned the Master of the Rage comes in and whacks Matt in the jaw with a right hook, dropping Impact like a redwood! The nearly-unconscious Kailey falls on Matt but rolls off of him, absolutely unaware that Ragin’ had brass knuckles on his hand as we can see on the camera, Ragin’ hiding his hand behind his back of course so we can see him slip the knucks off. CM: HEY! HEY, GODDAMMIT! LOOK OVER HERE! HE CHEATED! JH: While I normally hate cheating and think Ragin’ ought to have been disqualified, that was a mistake on Kiyoshi’s part getting the referee’s attention! You never EVER turn your back on Ragin’ with no referee present! CM: What’s Kailey doing? She going to cheat too?! Kailey now is up to her knees and seeing that Matt is down, lifts him slowly up to a sitting position before wrapping him up in the Southern Discomfort, the crowd cheering wildly as she cranks away not knowing Matt is out cold! The referee goes down and checks if he wants to submit and seeing that he isn’t responding, goes to the hand checks.. JH: This could be it here, Chip! Red Cell could finally lose the tag team titles! CM: No! NO! Come on, Matt! WAKE UP!! [align=center]Hand drops once! Drops twice! Kiyoshi comes through the ropes and tries to save Matt, but is speared down by Ragin, they tumble to the outside punching at each other.. Drops three times![/align] JH: IT’S OVER! WE HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! “Defy You” begins playing as Kailey releases the hold, exhausted beyond belief but with a happy smile on her face as the ref comes in to drop a tag team title belt on her, giving the other one to Ragin’ after he has sent Kiyoshi into the steel stairs! MA: Here are your winners and the NEWWWW! FIW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, KAILEY LANE, AND RAAAAAAGIN’!!!! CM: FUCK! I can’t believe it! Red Cell’s been shafted AGAIN!! Ragin’ re-enters the ring now, with a cocky smile on his face as if he has a secret (which he damn well does) as he shows off his half of the tag team titles, patting Kailey on the shoulder as she raises her belt high as well, as if to say ‘Nice job getting the win’. Kailey gives him an uneasy look as if she doesn’t know what’s going to come of this, then she shakes it off and goes to the other turnbuckle, showing off her belt to the wildly cheering crowd. JH: The ironic thing is, Kailey doesn’t even have any kind of idea that Ragin’ cheated to win those titles! Regardless, it is Ragin’s second World Tag Team Championship, and Kailey’s second as well! This could get very interesting for the tag team scene here in FIW with these two as the champions. |
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[align=center] [/align]JH: Here we go, time for Tier and Toan to settle their differences once and for all! CL: Tier has this in the bag. CM: You wish, he may have some screwed up ideals right now but Toan is still the hardcore Jesus. CL: Self-proclaimed. Tier is the God of Violence by popular, no, overall belief. CM: That’s all it is, belief. Toan is better by fact! JH: We’re about to find out. MA: Ladies and Gentleman, it is now time for the main event of the evening! The following contest will be contested for thirty minutes under European Catch-As-Can rules, followed by thirty minutes contested under Barbed Wire Ropes Match rules. This match is for the FIW Dual Crown Championship! The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy. [align=center]Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of five people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal. Just then, from behind the curtain walks out the IMD himself, Maj Tahal, followed by his manager General Kumar Singh. Maj is wearing his wrestling gear, while the General is wearing an all white suit, with a white turban. They both grin, as the crowd boo the two Indians. Maj and the General are not paying attention, and instead they start to make there way down the ramp. [align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire Fire[/align] MA: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing 240lbs, MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!! Maj grins as his name's announced. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Maj gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just returned by Tahal back to the firey crowd. Maj continues the swap shop of curses, until he finally gives up on the crowd, and jumps off the turnbuckle. General Kumar gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Maj then waits for the match to begin. MA: Introducing first, the special guest referee for this contest, from Bombay India! Maj Tahal! JH: ‘Impartial official’? I think not. CM: Hey, he’s gonna call this one down the middle, the best man will win. CL: Yes, Tier. The infamous quote from The Boondock Saints is heard around the arena... [align=center]"For a few seconds... this place was Armageddon! There was a FIRE FIGHT!!! Reach out and touch faith![/align] The tunes of “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Hardcore Jesus walks threw the curtains along with the Red Cell mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado, alongside him He stands on the top of the walkway, looking out at the people in attendance with a crazed grin… Toan raises his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the stage to erupt! As they then die down Toan lowers his arms and walks down the walkway, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur as LOBO follows nearby… LOBO takes his position at ringside as Toan reaches the apron and slides into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure. Toan then hops down, remove his shades and ring jacket, throws them to LOBO on the outside before leaning in his corner for the match to start. MA: Introducing first the challenger, from the Kingdom of Pain, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds and standing at six feet tall, he is the leader of Red Cell… Toan! CM: Now there’s a wrestler, a worthy champion if there ever was one… CL: Shut the f*ck up, Tier’s coming! The house lights drop suddenly to blackness, prompting the crowd's excitement. [align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..." RISE![/align] Mushroomhead's "Damage Done" squeals and thunders across the sound system as flames ignate onstage to form a formidable wall. Through those flames steps none other than our Dual Crown Champion, the Immortal, Eternal Red, the God of Violence... TIER! [align=center]Get the hammers high! Get in line to get fucked up! Get the hammers high! Get fucked up![/align] Tier nods his head to the music and moves toward the ring, toting both Dual Crown straps on his shoulders. He approaches the ring proper and climbs up onto the apron, holding his titles as he steps through the ropes. The lights suddenly BURN red as the squeals return. MA: Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing, from Mission, Texas... standing at six feet, three inches and weighing in at two-hundred thirty six pounds... he is your FIW DUAL! CROWN! CHAMPIOOOOOOONNN!!! THIS! IS! TIIIIIIIIIEEEERRRRRRR!!! Tier moves to all four sides of the ring displaying his championships before finally handing them off to the official and ascending the turnbuckle. He props one foot on the top rope and raises the "R" hand sign high in the air, screaming along with the music and the fans. [align=center]GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! DON'T DOUBT THE HATE THAT'S INSIDE OF MY HEART! GONNA BREAK HUMANITY JUST IN SPITE OF ME! GAZE INTO MY EYES AND YOU'LL FIIIIIIIIIIIND!!![/align] Tier pops backward off the turnbuckle as the music fades out and the lights return to normal, the fans at a fevered pitch. JH: You could cut the tension in here with a knife! CM: Yeah the tension in Loire’s pants over his precious Tier. CL: Stop being such a f*cking child! The time for games is over, made clear by Tier as he dives towards Toan attempting to take him down with a lariat but Toan grabs a hold of his arm and wrenches it up behind Tier’s back into an armlock. Tier reverses this by ducking under his arm and twisting Toan’s in the process. Tier uses his other arm to elbow Toan’s taut arm. Tier releases Toan who grabs his arm giving Tier the opportunity to back kick him in the midsection. JH: Methodical start to this very unique match. Tier chops Toan across the chest with a stiff motion creating a satisfying cracking sound. Tier backs Toan into the ropes with another chop before swinging him off, but Toan reverses swinging Tier across the ring into the turnbuckle, coming off balance with the force used. Tier hits the turnbuckle chest first which knocks the wind right out of him. Toan scurries up behind Tier and attempts to implement a trapezoid pressure point press but Tier is wise to it, swinging round and nailing Toan in the midsection with a hard knee strike. CL: Hah! Show that Red Cell piece of sh*t what us horrorcore supporters are made of! CM: Yes, titanium, at least his knees anyway, is that legal? That’s gotta be an unfair advantage. With Toan winded Tier places him in a front facelock before twisting Toan’s body round to face upwards, and dropping down to the mat butt-first with a neckbreaker. To keep the move legal Tier immediately places Toan in a sitting dragon-sleeper. However Maj starts to count because neither of their sets of feet is on the canvas. Tier pulls himself up into a crouching position, meaning the count is only for Toan. [align=center]…1… …2… Toan starts to strike Tier in the face with his left forearm. …3… Tier loosens his grip slightly as Toan gets a foot under himself. …4… Toan gets his other foot under himself which leads to Tier standing making it a standing dragon-sleeper.[/align] Toan twists his body around throwing his right arm over Tier neck and swinging backwards with a lightning quick DDT. JH: Clever counter from Toan. CM: But of course! That’s why he leads Red Cell, as opposed to simply being a stooge to some other idiot. Keeping Tier on his front Toan crouches over him reaching his right arm around his face and using the left to twist Tier’s arm behind his back before joining his hands together creating a modified crossface chickenwing. Tier writhes trying to break the hold as once again Maj counts as Tier’s feet are not on the canvas. [align=center]…1… Toan pulls back harder on the hold forcing Tier to issue a yelp of pain. …2… Tier uses his free arm and legs to claw towards the ropes. …3… Toan places his right knee in the small of Tier’s back before wrenching back even harder. …4… Tier makes it further towards the ropes with the intensified pain driving him on. …5… Tier grabs a hold of the bottom rope prompting Maj to force Toan to break.[/align] Toan breaks the hold before stomping once on Tier’s back as Maj appears quite happy to let him. CL: What’s this? No reprimand? Unfair bias! CM: One stomp is quite legal. JH: That’s true, though to be fair our anonymous writer doesn’t really get these rules so he’s kinda going by the fly. CM: Hitchen! Ex-nay on the out-ay of character-say! Tier uses the ropes to help himself up and ducks just in time as Toan goes for a lariat over the top. Toan stops himself on the ropes but Tier kicks him square in the midsection sending him out of the ring through the middle ropes. Tier rolls out of the ring after Toan as Maj starts to count. [align=center]…1… Tier drags Toan to his feet but Toan retaliates with an elbow strike to Tier’s temple. …2… Tier recoils allowing Toan to grab his arm and twist it into a wristlock. …3… Tier turns to face Toan who wrenches on his arm moreso, but Tier dropkicks his knees out from under him. …4… Tier hops to his feet favouring his left arm slightly as he takes Toan by the back of the head, rolling him back into the ring. …5… Toan regains his footing in the ring as Tier gets back up on the apron, stepping into the ring after him.[/align] Toan charges towards Tier initiating a collar and elbow tie up. Toan attempts to throw him down but Tier keeps his balance forcing Toan back into a turnbuckle. Maj forces the two apart with Tier stepping back, when Maj moves out of his way Toan jumps forward kneeing Tier in the midsection. Toan places Tier in a headlock, which he uses to take Tier over and down to the mat, holding him in position with his right shoulder not quite on the canvas. CL: Come of Tier, you’re not the God of Violence for nothing! CM: *cough* Nope nothing *cough* nothing at all *cough*. JH: You ok Chip? You should get that checked out. CM: Hmm yes I might *mumbles* Idiot. JH: What was that? CM: Nothing. Maj begins to count as neither set of feet is on the canvas. [align=center]…1… Toan yanks Tier’s head further towards him leading to Maj also checking the hold hasn’t become a choke. …2… Tier uses his left arm to reach up to Toan’s neck. He makes a fist and starts to push on his challenger. …3… Toan pushes more weight down on the champion but decides to rise to a standing position to maintain control.[/align] With both men on their feet the count stops. Tier is leaning backwards with Toan holding him in a reverse facelock from behind. Tier attempts to straighten up, causing Toan to start leaning back, leaving his midsection vulnerable, which Tier promptly attacks with forearm shots. Toan is forced to release his grip and Tier utilises his split-second advantage to take Toan down to the mat with his left arm. Staying in contact with the challenger, Tier sits him up and places a knee in his back, pulling Toan’s chin back towards him. CM: You know something? When you’ve got an untalented hack in the ring it can really make technical wrestling even sh*tter. CL: That’s no way to talk about your beloved Toan. [align=center]…1… Tier keeps his right knee in toan’s back and right hand on Toan’s chin, as he pulls Toan’s left arm behind his back. …2… Tier keeps Toan’s left arm subdued, doing the same thing to his right, whilst rising to a crouching position. …3… Tier replaces his left arm with his left leg, and takes a hold of Toan’s wrist pulling his arm up inside his knee. …4… Tier repeats this with the right hand side, before wrenching back on Toan’s wrists and falling backwards onto his back with Toan held up above by his arms and Tier’s legs. …5… Tier squeezes his knees together whilst pulling even harder on Toan’s wrists prompting several yelps of pain from the challenger. …6… Toan now has his feet on the canvas, allowing him to push backwards and essentially roll over Tier. …7… Toan now holds Tier’s legs with his arms, standing above Tier, allowing this be considered a pin attempt.[/align] Maj hurries to count the pinfall, barely checking if Tier’s shoulders are down. [align=center]…1… …2… Tier rolls out.[/align] Tier gets back to his feet while Toan rolls his shoulders apparently checking they’re not dislocated. Toan gets on the offensive as soon as Tier is on his feet with a forearm smash to the side of head. Tier stumbles but comes back straight away with a knife-edge chop to Toan’s chest. Tier goes for a kick to the chest but Toan catches his foot forcing it back to the floor so as not to allow Tier the opportunity to counter. Toan swings around going for a roundhouse kick but Tier ducks sending him off balance. Tier faces Toan taking him down at the legs before catapulting him neck first into the top rope, the spring of the rope sends Toan flying backwards but Tier keeps hold of his legs leading to Toan falling backwards into Tier’s titanium knees. JH: Yikes! Back trauma! Tier keeps a hold of Toan’s legs to keep things nice and legal. Tier returns to standing position, decding he only needs one of Toan’s legs to do what he is to do next, that being a half crab. Of course since Toan’s off his feet, here comes the count. [align=center]…1… Toan’s eyes dart around frantically for the nearest rope as he squirms in pain in Tier’s grasp. …2… Toan claws towards the nearest bottom rope but Tier is steadfast, pulling Toan back into the centre of the ring. …3… Toan manages to roll onto his side slightly, making a grab for Tier’s right leg in order to displace him. …4… Toan pulls Tier’s leg out from under him so he stands quickly, landing a stomp into Toan’s back on his way up.[/align] CM: Illegal! Illegal! JH: Erm, re-read the rules Chip, one is legal. CM: *mumbles* Fucking craptastic. Maj looks cautiously at Tier, but he doesn’t continue his assault, instead he pulls Toan to his feet by the back of the neck. Toan however still has life in him, slapping Tier’s arms away and hitting a quick forearm strike to the face which catches him by surprise. Toan then puts all his strength into his right arm as he swings his hand into Tier’s chest hitting a gunshot chop. Tier clutches his stinging chest for a second leaving Toan the opportunity to scoop up the champion and set him back down in a reverse facelock. Toan strikes Tier’s chest with his right forearm several times before dropping down to one knee and bringing the champion down with him on his backside. Toan places both hands under Tier’s chin, pulling him back over his knee, before placing his other knee in Tier’s back, falling back into a double rear chinlock. Toan keeps his shoulders off the mat and his feet are still on the floor, as are Tier’s but only just. Maj asks Tier if he wishes to give up, the answer to which is of course: no. Toan pulls back harder on Tier’s chin but Tier manages to find a second wind… or is it third now? No matter. Tier wrenches one of Toan’s hands off his chin, managing to roll off his knees in the process. CL: That’s Tier for you, always resilient. Suddenly the sound we’ve all been dying to hear goes off, the buzzer signifying the half-way point. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, thirty minutes have now elapsed. The final thirty minutes of this mach will be contested under barbed wire ropes rules, effective immediately. CM: Here we go! Now for the real action! As God-knows how many ring monkeys rush around frantically removing the ring ropes Tier is immediately on the offensive hitting a devastating hook kick to the side of Toan’s head as he got up off the canvas. Tier rolls to the outside starting to empty the space under the ring. Into the ring he throws a couple of steel chairs, a toolbox and a mysterious brown sack, and that’s just for starters, trust me. JH: Oh my, this could get ugly. CL: Let’s hope so! Tier rolls back into the ring as the barbed wire ropes are being attached. Tier grabs a steel chair and hits the canvas with it as Toan regains his footing. With Toan now standing Tier drives the top of the chair into Toan’s midsection, causing him to double over, winded. Tier swings the chair wildly towards Toan’s head but he retains enough sense to duck. Tier stumbles forward before turning around with the chair in hand. CM: Watch out Toan! CL: No Toan, don’t watch out! You’re in a match so there’s not going to be anyone there behind you. You anus. Tier raises the chair high again but Toan elbows him in the ribs, distracting him enough to grab the chair off him, Toan then takes a step back before slamming the chair into the middle of Tier’s cranium creating a satisfying cracking sound. Toan chucks the chair down on the canvas and grabs Tier by his hair, pulling him to his feet. Toan places Tier in a front facelock but Tier wakes up and drives Toan backwards into the now barbed wire ropes. Toan winces as the barbed wire cuts through his shirt, but let’s face it he’s used to this stuff by now. JH: I’m surprised he’s not in more pain. CM: That’s the hardcore Jesus for you! CL: *cough* self-proclaimed *cough* JH: Hmm, Conse, maybe you’re catching what Chip’s got? CL: Hmm possibly *mutters* Anus. Tier whips Toan off the the one side into the other but Toan manages to put the breaks on by rolling to the canvas. Tier storms after him stomping on his upperbody and head. Toan escapes by rolling out of the ring, followed quickly by the champion. Toan runs around the ring putting enough distance between himself and Tier to have time to pull a barbed wire baseball bat out from beneath the ring. Toan rolls back into the ring, as does Tier on the other side, grabbing a chair in the process. Challenger and champion come face to face with their respective weapons, each making a strike at the same time. The bat wins out as the chair flies out of tier hands. Toan forces the bat straight into Tier’s skull knocking him down to the canvas. Toan grabs Tier’s chair and places it on the champion’s head before stomping hell out of it. CL: Blood! Sweet! Oh wait it’s Tier’s… no! But it’s blood! Damn I’m so conflicted right now… CM: *mumbles* Weirdo. JH: Ok, is it me or are you two getting echoes in your headsets? CM: It’s you. Toan continues to assault the chair and thus, Tier, before dropping to the mat and hooking the champion’s leg… [align=center]…1… …2… Tier kicks out.[/align] Slightly frustrated, Toan peels Tier off the mat and places him in the nearest turnbuckle. Toan takes a run up going for an elbow strike but Tier kicks him hard in the midsection knocking the wind straight out of him. Tier scoops the challenger up, placing him into the tree of woe in the corner. Tier uses the pointy ropes to balance as he stands on Toan’s neck producing many lovely choking noises. CM: Come on Maj! Do something! CL: No rules bitch haha! Tier grabs the barbed wire bat off the canvas and kneels in front of Toan starting to scrape the bat repeatedly across Toan’s forehead bringing off a considerable amount of flesh with it. With Toan’s face bloody Tier stands and begins to relentlessly beat Toan’s torso with the barbed wire bat until his shirt is in shreds. Tier chucks the bat on the floor and takes and run up towards Toan driving a knee into his ribs. Toan topples out of the tree of woe onto the canvas in a heap. CL: *sings* Blood glorious blood! CM: I’m surrounded by freaks and half-wits. JH: Hey! CM: What? Tier grabs the ‘mysterious’ brown sack, emptying its shiny, pointy contents onto the mat before turning his attention back to the challenger who has managed to get onto his knees in the corner. Tier seizes a handful of Toan’s appropriately coloured hair and pulls him to his feet. The champion places him in a front face lock, attempting to lift him up with a suplex, but the challenger wraps his leg around Tier’s to save himself. Tier pushes Toan off him back into the corner but before Tier can act Toan rolls out of the ring again, this time going under the ring, attempting to retrieve a ladder, he pulls it half way out before Tier catches up with him. The champion elbows him in the side of the head and rolls him back into the ring. Tier rolls into the ring after Toan who is lying face down on the canvas. Tier makes a grab for Toan but gets a handful of thumbtacks in the face for his troubles! CL: Hey! He could cause permanent damage! CM: I think that’s the point, make him look like good ol’ pirate Xanthius. Tier recoils towards the ropes followed by a slightly light-headed Toan who’s losing quite a bit of blood. Toan grabs the champion’s head and scrapes it across the top rope instantly opening him up. Toan attempts to throw Tier out of the ring, but even better, he gets caught up in the ropes facing out towards the crowd. A smile creeps over Toan’s lips as he grabs the barbed wire bat and starts dragging it across Tier’s forehead like a cheese grater. Tier’s arms are seeping blood as the barbed wire ropes puncture his skin where he’s caught up. CL: Fuck this doesn’t look good… but there’s so much blood… Toan rolls out of the ring once more and finishes pulling the ladder out; he sets it up outside the ring and grabs one of the steel chairs lying close to the edge of the canvas. Toan steadily climbs the ladder all the way to the top, quite a distance above Tier. With the chair in both hands Toan leaps off the ladder to the floor driving the chair into Tier’s skull on the way! CM: Oh my fucking God! Hardcore fucking deity-Jesus! I think so! While Tier’s eyes appear slightly out of focus, Toan gets up favouring his knee slightly, having landed slightly awkward. Toan gets up on the around, flipping the champion backwards out of the ropes into the ring. Toan drops to the mat, hooking Tier’s leg… [align=center]…1… …2… No! Tier gets the shoulder up.[/align] Toan hits the mat with frustration, dripping blood in the process. Toan pulls Tier to his feet, ramming his head into the nearest turnbuckle, which is of course unprotected and pointy. With Tier leaning back-first into the turnbuckle Toan stomps his midsection until he’s on his backside, he then places his boot in the champion’s neck pushing as hard as he can. CM: That’s it choke the fucka! Prove he’s human! Tier grabs Toan’s foot attempting to relieve the pressure so Toan simply stomps on his face. Toan pulls Tier out of the corner, headbutting him right between the eyes, leaving him leaning against the ropes as he looks for a weapon. Toan finds the other chair and makes a swing for Tier, but Tier dives out of the way leaving Toan to hit the top rope, but he’s not stupid so doesn’t allow it to hit him in the face. However it does distract him long enough to allow Tier to grab hit around the waist and throw him backwards through the air with a German suplex straight into the thumbtacks! With a moment to recover, Tier kicks open the toolbox emptying its contents into the ring. Tier grabs a pair of pliers and watches looks for Toan, but he’s nowhere to be found. Tier rolls out of the ring with the pliers and walks cautiously around to the other side where he finds the proverbial pin cushion: Toan, pulling a spool of barbed wire out from beneath the ring. Tier takes a run up and punts Toan square in the side of the head. CL: What a shot. JH: Kinda reminds me of punt the baby… CM: You haven’t been watching WWE again have you? JH: Err… no? CM: Good. Tier grabs the spool, throwing it into the ring. With the pliers he grabs Toan’s ear, pulling him to his feet and dragging him into the ring. Tier unravels a length of the spool wrapping it around the neck of the challenger, placing his knee between Toan’s shoulder blades choking him rather efficiently. Turning blue under the layer of crimson red Toan, through pure desperation, climbs to his feet, blindly kicking Tier’s knees. Tier drops down to the mat, yanking Toan face first down with him by the barbed wire, before rolling out of the ring. Toan untangles himself from the barbed wire whilst relishing every breath he can take in. Tier meanwhile is pushing a solid wood table into the ring, which he promptly sets up before setting his sights on Toan, an idea obviously in his head. CL: Thank Cthulhu for NGIW or we wouldn’t have solid wood tables under the ring. Tier reaches to grab Toan but Toan drives his shoulder into Tier’s middle and forces him back into the turnbuckle. Toan assaults the champion with a foray of strikes, weakening him enough to send him flying out of the ring with an impressive roundhouse kick, before falling flat on the mat due to fatigue and blood-loss. Toan rolls out of the ring, searching under the ring for yet another weapon, finding something very much appropriate to this match, a barbed wire board, for you novices, a piece of hardboard with barbed wire piled on it and stuck down. Toan pulls the heavy board out and slides it into the ring. He places it on top of the table but ends up getting more familiar than he would have liked with it, due to a massive chairshot to the back of the head from the champion sending him face first into it. CM: Hey! Sneak attack! CL: Bah, he should have seen that coming. Tier peels Toan out of the barbed wire, chucking him into the turnbuckle. Tier mounts the second rope landing punch after punch into Toan’s skull, but after about six, Toan grabs Tier’s legs onto his shoulders and seems to be looking for a powerbomb on the heavier man! But it’s at times like these that rare move is needed as Tier counters with a hurricanrana, landing Toan in a particularly concentrated area of thumbtacks. Toan rolls out of the thumbtacks, writhing in pain as they penetrate his skin. Tier pulls Toan to his feet, directing him towards the barbed wire table by the back of his head. Tier tries to rub Toan’s face in it but Toan sees this coming elbowing Tier hard in the sternum before grabbing Tier’s head with both hands and ramming it into the table. Toan whips Tier towards the ropes but Tier reverses stepping under Toan’s arm and pulling him into a front facelock followed by a snap DDT. Both down, they seem to have the same idea, grabbing a chair before standing up again. As if brandishing swords Tier and Toan stand apart chairs at the ready with Tier making the first strike ramming his chair into Toan’s skull, but Toan’s so groggy as it is he doesn’t go down, instead he comes back with his own vicious shot to Tier’s head who also doesn’t go down. Tier lands another shot to Toan, before receiving another shot from Toan. Tier stumbles back into the ropes, the barbs apparently giving him a shock as he charges towards Toan for another chair shot but Toan catches him with an armdrag right onto the barbed wire table… which doesn’t break! CM: Holy fuck! That’s my boy Toan! CL: That sounds so perverted. CM: Only to you. Gaining a burst of energy Toan leaps onto the second rope, then the top rope, then onto the ladder which he ascends with the grace of the lightest cruiserweight before taking a leap of faith backwards landing a moonsault onto Tier straight through the table! With Toan on top of Tier and his shoulders as good as pinned, Maj counts… JH: What a moonsault! [align=center]…1… …2… …3… ?? Could it be? ?? NO! Tier got his foot on the bottom rope![/align] Even Maj cannot ignore the fact that Tier’s foot was on the rope as Toan rolls off Tier, livid that the end has yet to come. Toan grabs a chair and slams it into the mat waiting for the God of Violence to rise. Tier peels himself out of the wreckage, slowly making his way to his feet and out of the corner of his eye sees Toan swing the chair and meets it with a shuffle side kick sending the chair careering into Toan’s face and in slow motion his head turns at a truly wrong angle. Tier grabs Toan’s left leg, twisting himself round it, before grabbing the other leg and falling back locking in the figure four. Tier grabs Toan’s chair off the canvas and starts pounding it into his knees! CL: I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS! CM: Why? Have you become paralysed in the last five minutes? Toan writhes in agony as Tier destroys his kneecaps further with every shot. Tier drives the top of the chair into Toan’s knees with seemingly increasing intensity leaving Toan no other choise but to concede. [align=center]TOAN TAPS! *Ding* *Ding* *Ding*[/align] CM: No! Mushroomhead’s ‘Damage Done’ blares through the PA system as Tier releases the submission hold and Maj grudgingly hands him his belts. MA: Here is your winner and still the FIW Dual Crown Champion! TIER! As soon as the announcement is made Maj Tahal turns around and starts stomping on the God of Violence’s chest! The fans start showering him with jeers while Tier tries to fend him off with his steel chair, but is too tired and tied up to get a good shot. Maj hops up and double stomps right onto the cranium of the Immortal Eternal Red. With him dazed he kicks the steel chair away from him and starts pulling on Toan. CL: What the fuck is this fucking shit?! The match is over, you idiots loss, Red Cell is gone! JH: Maj Tahal is supposed to be representing FIW as a unbiased referee tonight, this is disgusting! CM: He’s helping Toan! Yay! I knew Maj wasn’t completely insane! Red Cell’s Panthera pulls the Hardcore Jesus free from the clutches of the deadly figure four leglock and holds him up until Toan gets his bearings. His legs are a bit shaky but the beaten and bruised Red Cell leader stands on his own and waves to the back. It doesn’t take long for both Maj and Toan to start waving to the back. Toan looks down and snarls at Tier before stomping him on the skull for good measure. JH: Oh come on! This match and war is supposed to be over! CM: Yes! Look who it is! CL: Like any good war Hitchen, there’s always fucking sore losers! Tokyo Dome’s fans are down right furious when from the back Smarty Smark and Mijutso Tenaka come out with Matt Impact right behind them. But the biggest thing about it is who Smarty Smark is wheeling down with him on a stretcher…it’s Momoko! The remains of Red Cell aside from Kiyoshi join LOBO at ringside as LOBO hops up onto the apron and pulls some thing out, though it can’t be made out. Until, that is, he starts using them to snap the barbed wire ropes down, clippers! CM: Ah ha! Red Cell may no longer exist after tonight, but I don’t think Tier will be having the last laugh! CL: They’re even bringing out the deep fried Momoko! For fuck’s sake! JH: Security! Some body needs to go down there and stop them! Hitchen’s cries are far too late as Maj comes to LOBO’s aid and they together bring down the last rope of barbed wire on the one side of the ring. Mijutso and Smarty Smark help Momoko into the ring while Impact hops up onto the apron. Smarty tugs on Mijutso and nudges his head for some reason, which sets the two off to go around the ring. Toan shakes his head, getting the cobwebs out of his skull as he slowly smirks at his fellow Red Cell members. CL: What the fuck are that fat piece of goo and that sneaky little bastard doing now?! JH: This does not look good for our FIW Dual Crown Champion! CM: No, but it looks great for Red Cell! LOBO grabs a hold of Tier and roughly brings him up to his feet, steadying him and then nodding his head to the others. Maj delivers a slightly low punch to the mid-section of the Revolution leader, knocking the wind out of him. Impact unleashes a nasty back hand chop to the chest of the Dual Crown Champion. Wakari glares at Tier before spitting on him and slapping him across the face! JH: And now this scum bags are all just lining up to take their cheap shots on him! CM: I know! Isn’t it great?! CL: Great isn’t the fucking word I’d use to describe it, fucking deplorable is more fucking like it! The Pink, though now more black, Haired Demon looks ready to hit another slap but Toan holds her back and the other members pulling her back away from Tier. An eerie silence falls over the crowd as Toan and Tier stand there, one right in front of the other. Patiently Toan waits until the dazed God of Violence lifts his limp neck and looks up at him. His lip curls into a sneer and he goes for a punch to the face, but Tier ducks and he hits LOBO square in the face! CM: No way! CL: Yes! Toan just popped that sleazy hobbit right in the face! JH: Fight Tier! Fight! You may be in a four on one situation, but bloody hell, fight for all you’ve got! Dumbstruck would be a good way to describe the Hardcore Jesus’ expression when he realizes what he’s done, Tier’s is a simpler one, he elbows LOBO! Now free Tier fires off forearm strikes after forearm strikes on his challenger and former follower! With a roar Tier twirls and nails Toan spot on with a discus forearm strike! Momoko quickly swings a chair given to her by Mijutso, and hits Tier right across the back! CL: Fuck yea-No! Damn it all to fucking hell! That stupid cunt! JH: Momoko now derailing any advantage and momentum Tier was gaining! CM: Yeah! Teach him a lesson Momoko! She chases after him as he stumbles back, a deranged look on her face and she swings and connects, but not with Tier’s face! The chair he had used earlier the God of Violence has grabbed and used as a shield! Quickly he pushes her away and Matt runs in, looking for a lariat except the Immortal Eternal Red cracks the chair right over his skull! Tier looks like a crazy man as he swings his chair, threatening Maj, Momoko and Toan to come at him. JH: That steel chair may just be the thing to be an equalizer! CM: Ha! Right! Tier’s still going down! CL: I think our God is going to show why it’s best not to fuck with him! Momoko tosses the steel chair over to Maj and pulls out some thing from her burnt clothes, the steel spike she used on Tier all those months ago! Likewise Toan pulls out a steel fork from his attire with a smug smirk as Tier eyes all three. Tahal is the first to strike, lunging forward and swinging for the fences, instead he gets a mouth full of steel chair! Red Cell’s leader is next but the God of Violence side steps him and super kicks him right in the jaw! This, however, leaves a big enough opening and Momoko strikes, driving her steel spike into Tier’s very chest again! CM: Yes! Drive that spike deep into his chest! The first time only got a little bit in, this time drive that sucker deep and straight through his black heart! CL: Gargh! Tier’s blood is no blood I can enjoy! JH: This is just as disgusting as last time she did it! Wakari pushes forward and pushes Tier back first into the barbed wire as she tries to push the steel spike deeper into his chest, blood gushing from the wound! Her partly extra crispy face gets splattered with his blood and only seems to make her smile! After a few moments Tier leans back against the barbed wire and pushes his body off of his feet. Using this momentum he plants his feet against Momoko’s stomach and pushes her away! He gasps and groans in agony as he drops to one knee, pulling out the steel spike from his chest and discarding it with a scream. CL: Fucking hell, look at how much of a bad ass he is! Puts his bare back into barbed wire to save him and then yanks that spike out of his chest! JH: Tier’s amazingly turned the tables on this situation! CM: Yeah, maybe, but not for long! Impact is back up to his feet and sprints at Tier, the Immortal Eternal Red with shaky knees gets up to his feet and braces his body. At the last possible second he grabs Matt and impressively tosses him over head with a belly to belly suplex into the barbed wire! As Matt writhes in the barbed wire Tier sighs in relief and clutches at his chest, until a steel chair slams over his right arm! The God of Violence howls in agony and drops to one knee as Maj stands over him, grinning darkly and signals to Toan, who is also getting up. JH: Darn it! Darn Maj Tahal, he might’ve just broken that man’s arm! CM: Tier’s not Superman, he’s not going to withstand these numbers! Viva la Red Cell! CL: This can’t be fucking happening! Fighting through the pain he leaps forward, head butting Maj and making him drop the steel chair! In frenzy Tier puts Tahal into the standing head scissors position and lifts him up for a powerbomb right onto the chair, but Maj reverses! No, the Immortal Eternal Red fights the reversal and it ends up with the Panthera falling back, losing his battle with gravity. Toan’s eyes widen and he scrambles towards the two as a dark grin passes over Tier’s face. To the first actual, and enormous, cheer from the Japanese crowd Tier leaps and falls knees first onto the steel chair, nailing a spiked Ganso Bomb! CM: Ow-ow-ow-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUCH~!!! CL: FULLY FUCKING SICK~!!! GANSO BOMB ON THE STEEL CHAIR! JH: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRROOOOOUUUUUUUSSSSSSS~!!! His rush of adrenaline is stopped dead in its tracks from Toan connecting with a running knee to Tier’s skull; he kicks Maj off of the chair. Quickly he snatches a hold of the Revolution’s leader and scoops him up into the air to hiss like jeers. With a roar Toan drops down, spiking the Dual Crown Champion head first onto the steel chair with the Razorblade Kiss! Just then Smarty Smark and Mijutso slug both Michael Anderson and Timmy the time keeper at ringside, ringing the bell! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] CL: Wait, what the fuck does that mean?! Why the fuck did they just ring the bell?! JH: They can’t be…restarting the match?! CM: Yes! I told you! I told you all! Sure enough, Toan rolls over onto Tier and hooks both his legs, a wide grin on his face as Tahal just barely comes to and starts a count as fast as he can go. [align=center]1! 2! 3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: I can’t believe it! I know Toan said he’d be walking out of here as Dual Crown Champion either by hook or crook, but I never expected this! CM: Yes! Oh happy days! Red Cell may be dead, but Tier’s no longer the champion! CL: He might not be, but Revolution’s still kicking! Mijutso: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pin fall and NEW and the fourth FIW Dual Crown Champion…TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA- Before he can finish the announcement Michael Anderson punches Mijutso’s teeth nearly right out of his mouth and snatches the micro phone back! Mean while Smarty Smark snatches both the championships and races around ringside, getting into the ring with no barbed wire. LOBO, Toan, Maj and Momoko all crawl towards the area where Smarty slides down onto his knees and happily hands over the title belts. The Hardcore Jesus laughs almost insanely as the gold and silver are placed on his shoulders! CM: Speech! Speech! Speech! CL: Oh for fuck’s sake, Smarty did bring a micro phone with him! JH: I can’t believe this…Tier…some body’s gotta do some thing! With help from each other all of Red Cell aside from Matt Impact and Kiyoshi stands up. Smarty hands over the micro phone to the near giddy leader of Red Cell and he happily takes it. Toan: Well, well, well… He says in a bemused tone to more showering of hiss like jeers. Toan: I don’t need to explain or say much to you pieces of trash but I will say this. I am the winner, and I am the champion now, and I am your personal Jesus. Red Cell might not be what we can call ourselves after tonight, but there is a much more important fact. That is some thing I’ve stated all along, Scott Draven…is a mortal man of flesh and blood! I proved that here tonight when I killed your God! Red Cell have a good laugh amongst each other and LOBO pats Toan on the shoulder and Maj gives him the thumbs up. Toan: Now that I have these two championships in my possession…nothing can stop me! [align=center]“Lass mich deine Träne reiten übers Kinn nach Afrika…”[/align] CL: I think he might have some thing to fucking say about that! JH: That’s Xanthius’ music! CM: What is he doing?! He lost earlier tonight; he has no business being out here! From behind the curtain Xanthius walks out to a gigantic applause, wielding his wooden chair wrapped in barbed wire! He glares down at the ring as Red Cell start to sweat bullets, none of them really in the condition to handle him at this point. Xanthius bops his head to his music for a few moments…before he charges full speed down the steps and across the walk way, sliding into the ring! Toan, Momoko and Maj all rush at him at once and each gets a shot to the skull with the chair for good measure! JH: Good god! Xanthius is cleaning house! CM: He can’t do this! He shouldn’t be able to touch the glorious new Dual Crown Champion with his filthy hands! CL: He’s not, he’s smashing the fuck out of his fucking brains! All three Red Cell members tumble out of the ring and LOBO and Smarty manage to slip past the big man, aiding their clients. Tenaka comes back by their side, helping them up as they try to make their way up the walk way. Xanthius slowly walks over and kneels down, checking on the bloody mess that is Tier. He looks up from him and glares at Red Cell, who glares right back at him, Toan even threatening Xanthius. The Hardcore Jesus points at Revolution’s second in command and shouts insults at him as they make their way to the back. CM: Yeah! You tell him Toan! No one hits you like that and gets away with it! JH: Some thing tells me though this war between Red Cell and Revolution is over…Toan hasn’t heard the last from the Revolution’s members! CL: Also some body needs to get down there and fucking check on Tier! He isn’t moving at all! But…we’re out of fucking time for now; Nensai Senjou Two Thousand and Seven has been one big fucking night! Some thing that won’t be fucking forgotten for a long fucking time! For Chip and Hitchen, I’m Constance, we’ll see you next week for ReVolt…You wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!
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