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ReVolt; 02-07-07
Topic Started: Feb 8 2007, 04:25 AM (486 Views)
Crimson Shards
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GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE

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

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

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

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


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

HERE RIGHT NOW !!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

MIND ENDURANCE!!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


SO WRONG,
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG


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

1
2
3!!!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED


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

SO FUCKING DETERMINED
GO!!!
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JH: Opener of our England tour, is looking to be full of…

CL: Wannabe’s who can’t wrestle there way out of Chip’s pants?

CM: Jealous? Not my fault mine are designer, yours are well… yours.

JH: I was going to say new hopefuls in the company.

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.

MA: The following match is the opener of the evening, it’s a three way dance with a one fall to the finish, finish! First… oh it don’t matter….

As The Dragon makes his way to the ring he pauses in front 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.

CL: He’s still in FIW, damn he is a dumbass.

CM: Most Texans are, jean wearers, so last year.

JH: He signed a long contract obviously, I’d defend him, but he annoys me too.

CL: You dislike someone?! Ok, who raped you? Come on tell us.

JH: No… Shut up!

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

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

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

CM: Poor women, managed by one of Nightmare’s ex wife’s, no wonder she’s a loser.

JH: She obviously hasn’t had a easy life so don’t be so…

CL: True, girl’s got a nice set of…

JH: Both of you be fair!

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.

MA: And finally, the last competitor! He hails from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds and stands at five feet eleven inches… SHAUN WILSONNNNNNNNNN!!!!

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.

CL: Ok, why is Texas invading FIW, damn assholes.

CM: No, this guy actually isn’t as bad as Dragon, still boring, but least he doesn’t wear 60’s reject clothing.

JH: What like you?

CM: No, like your mother last night when I slapped her ass sore.

JH: HEY!

CM: Shh… wrestling.

As all three of the competitors look on towards each other, looking quite set for the match, Richard Kelly calls for the bell and it sounds making the match begin. Dragon, Zesboca and Shaun come out of there respective corners and seem to try a triple collar and elbow tie-up, but Dragon uses his strength shoving both Shaun and Zesboca off, but not for long as Shaun and Zesboca look at each other, then run at Dragon and hit a double dropkick, which sends him reeling into the ropes, coming back to be taken over with a double hip-toss. As he rolls towards the ropes, Zesboca turns to be gripped in a headlock, but is quickly taken from that into a run towards the ropes, comes flipping over and Shaun hit’s a springboard headlock takeover, he keeps the headlock wrenched in as the fans applaud the early action.

CL: Why did he have to do that flippy floppy shit? He couldn’t just take them over could he?

JH: Momentum Conse.

CL: God damn! You aren’t just a dick, your Mr. Obvious too!

CM: No, because if he was he’d obvious quit cause he has no talent.

As Shaun keeps wrenching away, it’s soon broke up as Dragon comes and boots him off, breaking the hold as Zesboca rolls out of the ring to take a rest and gain some energy, as she does Dragon picks up Shaun, boots him in the gut and then lifts him up for a suplex, but at the apex Shaun breaks free, reversing it and using Dragon’s momentum as he comes back down and kind of reverse monkey flips Dragon who hit’s the canvas and rolls out the ring the same roughish area Zesboca did. Shaun then stands up, grinning as he looks towards the slowly standing Dragon…

JH: Shaun’s going to fly.

CL: If he wants to join a circus, he could just ask instead of jumping around the ring like a monkey seeing Chip’s face for the first time.

CM: Oh, so funny, shame it wasn’t my reflection, it was your mothers.

…He then sprints towards the ropes, looking for a tope, but out of nowhere, Zesboca comes flying! Off the top rope with a dropkick, which makes Shaun rotate into a heap on the canvas as she lands hard, turning towards Dragon though, the adrenaline pumping she runs and LEAPS! Over the top rope with a tope con hilo, amazingly in mid move though turning it into a hurricanrana and sending Dragon HARD onto the mats, Zesboca land son her back but rolls to her feet, turning to look towards Shaun who is slowly gaining his feet…

CL: Fuck sake! There all jumping around like idiots.

JH: It’s there style Conse, not there fault.

CL: They have no talent, that’s not my fault either.

CM: Well it is Conse, if I knew you was watching me and I was female, I’d jump around like her too.

Zesboca climbs into the ring, looking towards Shaun, she climbs on the apron looking back towards Dragon, but as she turns back Shaun’s come and booted her in the gut, he then grabs her in a suplex, before lifting, moving back a bit, using the ropes to gain some momentum before snapping her over with a vicious snap suplex. Shaun then gets to his feet, looking down at both of his fallen foes before moving to Zesboca and picking her up, he then signals for something as he grabs her in a 3/4 facelock, but as he seems to go for it, Zesboca reverses, moving her body under him as she brings him down, his back connecting with both of her knees, the impact makes Shaun cringe in pain as he rolls out of the way as Zesboca stays down too, gaining some energy.

CL: That’s better! Break his back!

JH: Amazing reversal there, Zesboca has this won if she can get to him for the cover.

CM: Maybe she lies being on her back, that’s the rumor anyways.

Zesboca seems to begin to gain her feet but Dragon rushes her, clotheslining her down hard before lifting her back up to her feet and then placing her up on the top rope, he seems to be looking for something, but as he does Shaun comes over quickly, pulling him away from Zesboca, Dragon turns and is met by a boot to the gut, but he then runs to the ropes, but on coming back he’s lifted and planted with a flapjack, the impact sending him flipping onto his back, Dragon turns to Zesboca, but with one of the stiffest kicks you’ll ever see he doubles over, seemingly right over Shaun’s laying body, as she then stands on the top before LEAPING! She comes down with a scissor kick right to the back of Dragon’s head, the impact connects as she then quickly makes the cover…

JH: ZESSY KICK!

CL: More flippy, floppy, crappy, shit, Richard count fast.

CM: Yeah, Conse wants to see Toan in our ME.

CL: I’d rather rape Jonathon with a dildo.

Shaun stirs, seeing Zesboca on top of Dragon making the cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…SHAUN BREAKS THE COVER!!!!

NOPE!

THREE!!!!

DING!
DING!
DING!
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…Zesboca is just struck by Shaun but she rolls out of the cover as Richard Kelly raises her hand, Shaun smacks the canvas in frustration as he looks towards Zesboca with anger…

MA: Your Winner! VIA Pinfall! ZESBOCAAAAAA DEVANNNNNNIIIIII!!!!!!

…Zesboca slides out of the ring, just in time missing Shaun booting the ropes in frustration towards her, Zesboca ignores it though making her way backstage.

JH: Shaun looks very angry.

CL: I would if I just lost to a ex stripper.

CM: You do every night at home, oh oops, she’s not that good looking.

CL: Want my foot up your ass? No? Then shut your mouth.

Richard Kelly tries to calm Shaun down, but instead all he gets is a haymaker right to his face as Shaun looks irate, he begins to climb out of the ring, but Security rush him as at the top of the entrance way, Zesboca turns to smile at Shaun, Shaun looks fuming as the camera cuts to the commentary desk.

We cut backstage where the Dragon, tired and disappointed, is moving away from the gorilla position, back to the locker room. He passes an alcove, which we stay focused on as his footsteps echo away. Out from that alcove slips our maniacal-looking Graver, grimacing and staring down the Dragon.

JH: Good God, that's Graver!

CL: *claps* Your powers of deduction are truly limitless, Hitchen. What's next, you'll figure out that a match can end by pinfall?

CM: What's that straight edge creep doing stalking Dragon?

We fade away from the scene as Graver leaves the alcove in pursuit...
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MA: The following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for One Fall, to a 15 Minute Time Limit…

"Two roads... split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions."

MA: Introducing first, from New York City, weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Sixty Five Pounds… Seth SSSSIIIIIIIIIILVEEEEEERRRRRRSTEEEIIIIIIIIINNNN!!!!!

Seth emerges from behind the curtain as the beat of song picks up with added drums and the vocals begin. He walks slowly down the stage towards the ring, never one to showboat or boast he just argues with the crowd or totally ignores their existence, depending on his mood. He begins to fasten his pace once the vocals of the song begin to increase their pitch to a scream. "Note to self: I miss you terribly. This is what we call a tragedy. Come back to me, come back to me, to me."

CL: Ye Gods is this guy skinny.

CM: Trim, Constance, the word is trim. Something you clearly know nothing about.

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.

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[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]

MA: And his partner, from Denver Colorado, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Ninety Five Pounds, the Milehigh Madman, DRAKE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEEE!!!!!!

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.

CM: Wow, this guy likes to drag his entrance out

[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]

MA: And their opponents, at a combined weight of Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds; Felix Arroyo, Steve Patterson… HHHHHAAAAAAARRRRRRDDDD COOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEE SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

As the pounding beat of “Church of Hot Addiction” by Cobra Starship blares throughout the arena, the two members of HARDCORE SEX appear at the entryway. Lights of varying colors flash around them as they pose for a few brief moments. Steve is his usual sullen, silent self, staring intently at the ring, preparing himself mentally for the upcoming match, fists clenched, jaw tight. Felix, on the other hand, totally hams it up, blowing kisses to the crowd, pumping his arms and flexing his muscles. As the duo make their way to the ring, Steve walks forward with a determined pace, his breathing steadily increasing. Felix bounces like a kid with two much sugar, strutting to the music, pursing his lips and rubbing his nipples. As they arrive at the ring, Felix hops on to the apron and raises the ropes for Steve like a wrestler would do for his valet. Steve invariably ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Both men wait in the ring as their theme fades out, Steve folding his arms and cracking his neck as Felix continues to work the crowd, shaking the ropes and dancing back and forth.

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

And so it begins with the two ‘Emo Kids’ circling each other. In true Emo fashion, Patterson looks to be on the verge of tears, and he contrives to be both pleased and disappointed at the same time when he sees that his opponent seems to be floated, and not crying internally or externally. For the longest time, they circle each other, Patterson trying to think up something suitably poetic; Silverstein oblivious to everything. Strangely, this bored the hell out of both men’s partners. It’s Drake Love who takes action first, by striding through the ref, up to the two of them and clacking their heads together.

CM: Oh My God! Their Hair! Think of the Follicles!!! Won’t Someone Please, Think of the Follicles?

CL & JH:

In fact, Drake Love does it again, and again, and again; until The Truth leads him back to his corner using the time honoured “pull handkerchiefs out of the guy’s nose” trick to lead him back to the corner, as ‘Fierce’ Felix Arroyo drags his stricken partner back to his corner, and just as Drake Love is settled, tags himself in. A Running Knee Lift, in the true Takayama spirit follows, even though Tokyo was last week. Indeed, the departure from Japan doesn’t stop Felix channelling Shiro Koshinaka, with the hip-strikes, although in this particular case, it’s a moot point whether he’s using his hip or the backside proper.

CL: Ew… A friend of yours, Martin?

CM: No! Although I do admire his flamboyant sense of style.

JH: I see…

As Chip defends his sexuality from the dual onslaught of both Hitchen and Loire, it’s time for an early attempt at the Pelvis to Pelvis. Slightly disturbed by the turn this match is taking, Seth scurries away to make the tag to a decidedly unwilling Drake Love. Nevertheless, the man wants to make an impression, and as he shifts his 130+Kg frame into the ring, just by moving around, he seems to achieve this goal. Still feeling the hip attacks are the way forward, Felix bounces off the ropes and is relieved of that particular delusion when he gets caught and unceremoniously dumped on his head with a German Suplex!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Patterson Makes the Save!!!
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The save comes from a Slingshot Legdrop, right onto the gut of Drake Love, who does not approve. The Suicidal Steve Patterson stands toe to toe with the man, but is left in a little bit of trouble when he tries to exchange head-butts. Still, it manages to goad Love into his first mistake; taking a step back to gather up the necessary power to deck Patterson; a little shove takes him over Felix’s back [who’s on all fours], who then takes great pleasure in holding him down in a schoolboy-esque position.

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Two!!

Love Powers Out!!!
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It’s that time of the week again; The Hardcore Sex Offense train! A Patterson Leg Lariat starts us off, to push Love back to the ropes, Felix joins him for the Irish Whip, and the two indulge themselves in various Lucha Libre Avoiding Shenanigans, before Steve Drop Toe Holds him into Felix’s waiting hip. Again. We finish of with that nice little Nightingale/Prostate Exam combination move, but not without some difficulty: Drake Love still has hold of Steve Patterson when Felix throws him over with the Prostate Exam, and it’s he who ends up taking the brunt of the impact, although he was just dropped on his head, and it is perhaps, time for a tag.

JH: Oh! He’s the proverbial House of Fire, with Clotheslines Left, and Right!

CM: If by “Left and Right” you mean “Bouncing off Felix Arroyo’s chest” then yes, that’s exactly what he’s doing.

Maybe Hitchen was exaggerating just a little bit; Seth Silverstein’s Hot Tag got him no-where. Felix even has the change to ruffle his hair up, before body slamming him down. Finally back to his feet, Steve Patterson aims a Football/Soccer kick at the fallen addict before being told to go back to his own corner, as Felix sends him off the ropes and rolls him into a Hurricanrana and as he lands on his opponent’s chest, blows kisses into his adoring crowd…

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Two!!

Drake Love Makes the Save!!!
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Mostly with a running European Uppercut, which The Truth takes a little bit of exception to [mostly because it means he’s got to think up a new trick on the fly to lead Drake back,] and tries to coax him back to his corner with a bunch of water squirting flowers.

CM: Is that really water?

CL: You’ve been hanging round that Fierce Felix guy too much.

The distraction is just enough for Hardcore Sex to set up, and gift Seth Silverstein with a Happy Ending, The Emo Kid taking a chair up with him to hold off the Milehigh Madman with when he goes to cut him off as Felix Holds the Bridge!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three!!!

Ding, Ding!
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MA: Here are your winners, Felix Arroyo, Steve Patterson… HARDCORE SEX!!!

The chair was a little unnecessary. Drake Love was never going to save his partner, and instead snatches the weapon from Patterson to use on his now former Tag Partner. Felix prances up the aisle to the back, dancing along with Church of Hot Addiction, his partner moping along behind, in victory. Eventually, with the help of Road Agents and Security, Drake Love gets bored, and makes his own way to the back.

The big screen suddenly brings us to an unidentifiable and otherwise non-descript room somewhere in sometime and someplace out of sight and out of mind… in other words, it doesn’t matter where we’re at but it’s who we’re with that we should be concerned with.

And all I think we need to get a good idea of whom we’re looking at is the following few items of note…

They’re female… they’re Japanese… they’re very angry… and they’ve got pink pigtailed hair.

Yep, you guess it… it’s the Pink-Haired Demon herself, Momoko Wakari. And she looks none too happy, I mean less so than usual…

Momoko: Normally in situations like the one I’m in at the moment, I’d require something to vent my frustrations out… I’d require, something to express just what exactly is going threw my head at the time, given what happened in Tokyo about a week ago.

But despite the fact that nearly burning to death has been an everyday occurrence for me since around 2005, I’ve not been allowed to come to the land of tea and crumpets to be able to wrestle-

OK, not to wrestle but to DESTROY anyone who was unlucky enough to be booked in a match with me that night, I’ve not been given clearance by the Doctors to wrestle at least until the following week… which my prompt response was to slap that round-eyed bastard right in his fucking face!!


An apparently unpleased scowl flashes across Momoko’s face…

Momoko: So because I can’t take out my frustrations on anyone right about now I’m in more of a bad mood than I usually am… and everything I’m pissed off about it just boiling under my skin to the point I can’t even think straight!

And now that both Red Cell and The Revolution are dead… I’ve nobody to turn to, nobody to look up to…

So in order to progress up the ladder, in order to scratch and claw my way in order to to flay and maim those who did this to me, I’ve got to start a seemingly endless cycle of violence… I’ve got to inflict more pain, inflict more damage… I’ve got to hurt people worse than anyone in this entire company’s existence has ever done.

And that starts next week…


Momoko pauses, scowling as she brings up one of her famed Kama Sickles into view…

Momoko: New blood shall be spilled in the coming weeks… that, you can be deadly certain of.

Janine Morrigan walks through the backstage area swinging her arms loosely. As if walking to a beat, she makes each step count as she looks down the hall. A small, evil smirk grows on her face as she continues forward towards her next target. Chugging the rest of her canned pop, she slowly approaches Crackerjack from behind. Twenty feet seperate the two, but it's still obvious that Crackerjack's attention is too drawn towards a poster hanging on the wall. It's hard to tell, but there is something written on it. Probably some kind of inspirational mumbo-jumbo. Janine decides that this is the guy to interview. He's got so many flaws she can point out. Today's going to be a good day, she thinks to herself as she flings the pop can forward. It bounces off of the top of Crackerjacks head. He turns just in time for Janine to yell out.

Janine: Hey, face-ache!

Crackerjack lets ut a low grumble as Janine approaches him ready to deliver yet another verbal beatdown. She keeps at least a five foot difference between her and Crackerjack. She may be gutsy, but she's not stupid. She's not about to get within his reach. Janine looks at the poster and reads the bottom line. "Everyone needs a cover". Huffing out a laugh, Janine turns towards Crackerjack folded her arms over her bust.

Janine: My point exactly.

Ready to continue her "interview", Janine starts off with something. Something that isn't heard by Crackerjack. Either he doesn't care, he doesn't understand her, or that behind her there's a man pretending to drill her from behind. Unaware of the sex she is having, Janine continues on, her facial expressions changing somewhat with each part of her speech. Behind her, thrusting his pelvis, is Chester with his tongue hanging out laughing. Chester catches a glimpse of Crackerjack and stops.

Chester: Well, lookin' at you really does kill the mood.

Chester walks out from behind Janine and stands beside her instead. Looking over at Crackerjack, Chester grows yet another smile.

Chester: Ya, I know you want this. You can't tell me that Nell is the only girl that you want on top of ya.

Crackerjack: No!

Janine: Oh, so you do plan on losing tonight. Tell me, just how badly are you going to get beat up in your match?

Chester starts out laughing for a little while before getting in close to Janine's ear whispering. Though he's whispering, he's making sure that Crackerjack can still hear him.

Chester: hey baby, tell me. Just what kind of freak are you? You like the toys? The roleplay? Or do you like squeezin' them mounds in your own hands?

Chester again starts to laugh as Crackerjack just stands there. he isn't sure whether he should stop it or not. Turning away from Janine would be rude, but then again so was throwing a pop can at someones head. Chesters voice goes back to it's seductive whispering. Slowly, he begins to slide his hands up her arms.

Chester: I bet you like the good rubdown, don't you? Up your arms, around the shoulder, and over your--

Crackerjack: Stop it!

This sudden outburst nearly catches Janine by surprise. But she doesn't seem to care, she's enjoying this verbal beatdown. She's said so many things to just stop now? Yeah right. Chester just smiles as he moves in close to her again.

Chester: I know what you like. I bet you like the tongue, huh? All over you like this.

With that, Chester slowly moves his head forward. By now, Crackerjack has seen enough and sends a full fist towards him. Chester jumps backwards and lands on his back laughing. Janine looks at the fist that nearly knocked her head off and takes a few steps back.

Janine: Psycho.

And with that, Janine starts to walk away leaving Crackerjack alone. Chester starts to laugh as he rolls around on the floor. Suddenly, from no where, a finger slides across the bicep of Crackerjack to his chest. Crackerjack looks and finds Rebecca Hunter walking past smiling. On the floor, Chester stops and watches in jealousy as Rebecca eyes Crackerjack.

Rebecca: I don't think you're a psycho. Come see me for an interview, 'kay?

Crackerjack stands there in silence as she walks down the hall pushing out her hips with each step knowing she's being watched...but not be two men. Chester purposely slides to the middle of the floor and allows for Rebecca to step over him. Chester shudders after looking up that small skirt. Once she's gone into another room, Chester looks over at Crackerjack and gives a few eyebrow raises. Quick to his feet, Chester runs into the same room as Rebecca. Crackerjack just stands there alone, once again.
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"Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine blares throughout the arena as Wayne Don comes down to the ring.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen! The following fatal four-way contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... WWWAYYYYNE... DOOOOOOOOOOON!!!

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

CL: Gotta love short and sweet entrances.

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.

MA: And his opponent! Hailing from Des Moines, Iowa... he is... THEEEE MOOOOONOOOOOLIIIIIIIIITH!!!

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 opponents. The lights cut for a moment then come back on, and we also see Daisuke the Crow in the ring, striking a pose before shrugging off his oversized hoodie.

MA: And their opponent! From Nagoya, Japan... DICE-KUH... THE... CRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!

JH: If anyone's the X-factor in this match, it's Daisuke. You NEVER know what kind of shit he's gonna pull!

Sun shine lollipops and rainbows everything is wonderful is what I feel when we're together!
Brighter than a lucky penny
when y*u hear the raindr*ps disap*ear* de*r and I fe*l so *ine just *o k*ow t**t yo* are mine!


The slow opening of Blood, milk, and sky signals for the lights to slowly die down until there is nothing but a flashing strobelight facing the entrance.

The siren sings a
Lonely song of all the
Wants and hungers
of all the
Wants and hungers


After moments when the music starts to pick up, Crackerjack moves onto the stage slowly and stands at the stages’ edge right at the stairs. Looking down to the left, Crackerjack suddenly jerks his head to the right to get a full glance in that direction. Moving forward again slowly, Crackerjack makes his way down the three steps one at a time.

MA: And their opponent! From the alleys of New York City... CRRRRACKERJACK!!!

Empty
Winds scrape on the
Soul - but never stop
To realize -
but never stop
To realize


In a sort of sideways fashion, Crackerjack walks down to the ring not removing his gaze from it. Of course, it’s hard to tell with the mask, but it’s safe to assume. Just as Crackerjack reaches up for the ropes, the entire arena goes black for maybe three seconds, five tops.

CM: You ask me, it's Crackerjack that's the X-factor. X as in eXecutioner. As in eXterminator.

When all lights are back on, Crackerjack stands in the middle of the ring staring back at the entranceway as the song has skipped the second verse and gone into the chorus, still standing in a half sideways manner. The bell rings and that seems to be the signal for Crackerjack to clothesline Wayne Don’s teeth out.

CL: Aaaand the mauling begins.

CM: You’ve gotta love Crackerjack’s style. His finesse. His… his…

JH: Complete annihilation of Wayne Don?

CM: Yes, that. You’ve gotta love that.

Crackerjack is quick to get up on him and grab him by the head, barreling away at his face with fierce punches. Meanwhile, Monolith charges into combat with a lethal forearm bash to Daisuke the Crow. Daisuke manages to get an arm up to lessen the impact, and retaliates with a sharp chop to the throat, followed by a high left kick that sends Monolith reeling backward.

CM: One of the things you DON’T wanna do is get in a strike contest with Daisuke.

JH: Or take your bloody eyes off him for a second! You never know when that little sneak is about to cheat his way out of a match!

CL: It’s called inventive strategy, Hitchen. It’s how the big guns win matches.

Wayne Don manages to get a thumb to an indiscernible portion of Crackerjack’s mask, which causes the monster to pull back off him and drive the flat of his foot SQUARE into Wayne Don’s chest!

JH: Boy, you’ve gotta applaud Wayne Don’s effort and his endurance. A lesser man would’ve paled at the sheer concussive force of that boot to the sternum.

CL: I wouldn’t exactly call that rolling around on the mat he’s doing any sort of triumph of endurance, Hitchen.

CM: I’d call it him being a pussy, personally.

Daisuke approaches the reeling monolith and manages to join a quick low kick with a squatting sweep that knocks Monolith’s feet out from under him. Daisuke backs up to put some distance between himself and his adversary, and bumps straight into the back of Crackerjack. Crackerjack tears back his hand and locks Daisuke in a goozle before ripping him off his feet and DRIVING him into the mats with a seated choke slam!

CM: Visions of Nell!

CL: Isn’t it great when powerful moves are named after thinking about hookers?

JH: I thought you were a Crackerjack fan, Conse? What with his violent nature and all.

CL: I am. I just love the English language more. Something like a seated choke slam certainly wouldn’t conjure up thoughts of plugging away at some street candy.

CM: No, you’d need barbed wire and blood to start envisioning shit like that.

CL: Damn straight.

Crackerjack bounces along with the impact of his move before Monolith rises in front of him and LEAPS over Daisuke’s body to tear Crackerjack a new orifice. He knocks the near-seven footer to the mat and starts choking him with one hand while liberally dispensing fists to Crackerjack’s masked face.

JH: And Monolith’s back in it!

CL: NGIW blood, baby!

The reign of terror doesn’t last for long though, as the infinitely resistant Crackerjack just DRIVES his balled fist into Monolith’s throat, knocking him backward.

CM: It’s a pity, too. Slam! would’ve trained him against an easy counter like that.

CL: Shut up, Martin.

Crackerjack gets to his feet and stalks over to the recovering Monolith, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Daisuke the Crow has rolled to the outside. Crackerjack fires off a humongous left hook that sends a wad of spit from Monolith’s lips, but the blue-haired demon comes back with a vicious headbutt!

JH: Nice return from Monolith! Crackerjack may have the edge in power, but Monolith’s that much quicker, which could earn him the upper hand in this contest!

Monolith goes downstairs with a hard toe kick that causes Crackerjack to shudder. He runs into the ropes and rebounds off to build up more velocity for ANOTHER harsh toe kick that finally bends Crackerjack’s huge form over. Monolith hooks a chancerie, takes a deep breath, and VAULTS Crackerjack vertical!

CL: SSSUPPPLEXXAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!

CM: Don’t speak so soon, numbnuts; look at Daisuke!

Indeed, Mr. The Crow has slid back into the ring and hit his feet JUST in time to land a right-footed roundhouse to the back of Monolith’s head!

CL: LIGHTNING HIGH KICK!!! LIGHTNING HIGH KICK TO THE BACK OF MONOLITH’S HEAD!!!

The force of the blow knocks Monolith forward with the suplex, PANCAKING Crackerjack into the space Wayne Don so recently occupied. The now-standing Don takes a look around, slightly confused by the action, perhaps wondering what’s taken place since he’s been relearning how to breathe when a blonde-haired fellow HOPS the fence!

CL: Hey, I know that guy!

CM: Is that… Mr. Blond!?

Daisuke pulls a collapsible baton out of his pantleg and extends it, slowly stalking toward Monolith to make sure the referee catches him. Predictably, J.J. approaches Daisuke and tears the weapon from his grasp, scolding him and tossing it out of the ring. Daisuke argues with him, which buys Mr. Blond the time he needs to hop up onto the apron, get Wayne Don’s attention, and BLAST HIM IN THE FACE WITH THE BLOND MIST!!!

CM: BLOND MIST!! BLOND MIST!!!

CL: SAY EVERYTHING TWICE!!! SAY EVERYTHING TWICE!!!

JH: I don’t BELIEVE this cheatery!

Mr. Blond hops down as Daisuke dives overtop the fallen Monolith and Crackerjack to roll Wayne Don into a pin that sees the better part of Daisuke’s body covering his face to hid the effects of the mist.

JH: Oh, come ON!

J.J. drops…

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TWO!!


THREE!!!
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The bell rings and Daisuke is quick to rise and raise his hands in victory. He joins Mr. Blond on the outside, shaking his hand and smiling as both of them make their way to the back.

MA: Your winner… DIIIIIICEKUHHH… THE… CRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!

JH: I cannot BELIEVE Daisuke managed to steal ANOTHER win! And with the help of this Mr. Bond--

CL: Blond, you sub-human.

JH: Whatever! Whatever the hell happened, it’s preposterous! Is no one concerned about the effects those chemicals might have on Wayne Don’s eyes!?

CL:

CM:

CL: No.

Our camera switches off Daisuke and Blond as they head back through the curtain and instead to the ring where Crackerjack is getting up. He looks around the ring and roars in fury before lifting up the fallen Monolith by the hair.

JH: Good sweet Christ, what is Crackerjack doing now!?

CL: He’s pissed, you dolt! I’m sure in his eyes, Monolith cost him the match with that suplex!

Crackerjack simply peels Monolith up off the mat and into his arms, gripping him tight in a bear hug! He PRESSES the breath out of Monolith, and the stunned wrestler is roused to consciousness from the sheer pain of it!

JH: Good Lord, someone stop this! This is unconscionable!

CL: Tell Crackerjack that!

Crackerjack just keeps squeezing the breath out of Monolith as the bell rings again and again. He releases his grip just a bit, only to FORCE an even harsher hug on the blue demon, causing a crimson burst of blood to emit from his mouth!

JH: HE’S BLEEDING INTERNALLY!!! SOMEONE STOP THIS!!

Crackerjack finally allows Monolith to drop, the already gory-looking man convulsing as blood drips from his mouth. The masked monstrosity instead turns his attentions on Wayne Don, who he inexplicably DEAD LIFTS OFF THE MAT BY THE THROAT!!

JH: The power! The SHEER STRENTH!

Crackerjack gets on the single-arm goozle, lifts Wayne Don and DROPS him back down to the mat with another Visions of Nell! He then gets up himself and surveys the crowd from behind his blood-stained cowl. Blood, Milk, and Sky starts up as Crackerjack steps between the ropes to make his exit.

JH: I can’t believe what we’ve just witnessed! The remorseless Crackerjack and the morally bankrupt Daisuke the Crow and… and Mr. Blond!

CM: That’s FIW, baby!

We move backstage once more where Dragon, at the catering table, is just finishing up some conversation with the ring crew. The cameraman moves to get a view over Dragon's shoulder to see Graver peeking out from behind a stack of black equipment crates; beady eyes seeing only vengeance. Dragon misunderstand's the camera's reason and sets down his coffee cup, flexing and grinning for the lens and the folks at home. Graver lurches out from behind the crates and the camera moves back around to get a better view of the action. Dragon turns around, reclaiming his coffee cup and... Graver's not there. Gone. We pan right and see nothing. Dragon walks off down the hall, whistling to himself, and we fade away.
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MA: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit.

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

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

MA: Introducing first, from Fairfield, Connecticut… at six-feet-five inches and weighing in at 240 pounds… MISTAH PHENOMENAAAAAAAAAAAAAL…. SEEEEEEEEEEAAANNNN MAAAAADDROOOOOX!

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

MA: His partner… from Staten Island, New York… at six-feet-five-inches and weighing in at 286 pounds… MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT IMPAAAAAAAAAAAAACT!

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

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


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

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

JH: A lot of history between these men! They’ve been friends, they’ve been enemies, they’ve been champions and they’ve been contenders! Plus they’ll both do anything to win a match, even by methods that are less than honorable!

CM: Because they’re don’t care! They don’t worry what these stupid, ignorant peons think about them! They know it’s all about the titles! Matt was a tag team champion with Kiyoshi, and now that Sean and Matt are together, they might be an even better duo!

CL: Hey, Jessica and Ashlee Simpson have more talent in half their gene pool than Matt Impact has in his entire body. I doubt teaming with a pretty boy like Madrox is going to help him any. As for Impact and Kiyoshi, well, we all know they lost the titles at Nensai Senjou…

CM: And it’s only a matter of time before Impact reclaims those titles or some other one, Conse! Red Cell may be no more, but Impact hasn’t seen the last of his title runs – and neither has Kiyoshi! Speaking of…

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.

MA: Their opponents… Hailing from Komachi City, Japan… at six-feet-one-inch and weighing in at 260 pounds… KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYOOOOOOOOOOOSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII NAKA-HAAAAAATAAAAA!

[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.

[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. 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...

JH: Impact and Madrox aren’t the only odd bedfellows in this match tonight. Nakahata is actually teaming with…

CM: Don’t even say his name. Luckily I don’t have to hear him and I don’t want to hear about him!

CL: By Odin’s beard, Ninja might actually make this match halfway tolerable.

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~!”

MA: His partner… From Detroit, Michigan… At five-feet-ten-inches and weighing in at 200 pounds… He is the FIW Flycore Champion… EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX-TREME NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINJA NUMBAH TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[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.

JH: So far a nice mix of styles. Impact is a powerhouse, Nakahata has his history in judo, Madrox is balanced between aerial and technical moves, Ninja is a suicidal high-flyer…

CL: Maybe, but they won’t stand a chance against their opponents…

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

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

MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! ON THEIR WAY TO THE RING, AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 523 POUNDS, GRANT RICE AND NIGHTMARE, THEY ARE...THE! RRRRRRRRRRREVOLUUUUUUTION!

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


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

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


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

CL: Yeah, baby! I never get sick of that!

JH: They may be without Tier, but Rice and Nightmare are plenty intimidating on their own, given their current undefeated streak! There probably isn’t a single team in FIW that wouldn’t like to see that streak come to an end here tonight!

CM: I know a certain announcer that wouldn’t mind seeing it end either… Three guesses who is.

Now that the introductions are over with, each of the teams choose who will be starting off. Matt Impact very aggressively insists that he will begin and Sean silently agrees, while Kiyoshi and Ninja share a nod between them. Kiyoshi remains in the ring while Ninja steps on the other side of the ropes. Nightmare and Grant Rice are even more intense than usual and there is no need for discussion: Nightmare will be on point this time around. With a wave of his hand, Logan Black calls for the bell.

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Kiyoshi starts things off, running toward the much larger and imposing Matt Impact with a running forearm in mind. Impact only lets out a grunt as Kiyoshi’s arm bounces off his chiseled chest. With fire in his eyes he grabs Kiyoshi and sweeps out Kiyoshi’s legs, pushing the Japanese wrestler to the ground with a loud thud.

JH:Essssssss-teeeeeeeeee-oooooooooooooooh by Impact right off the bat! No doubt venting some of his frustration after his loss on Saturday, and who better to take it out on than his old partner?

CL:But he’s made a fatal mistake, Hitchen…

He sure has. Wrapping his arms around Impact’s waist, Nightmare picks up the large man with great exertion, dropping him on his knee. Reeling from the Atomic Drop, Impact reaches for his naughty bits in pain and slowly turns around. Nightmare introduces a chop to Impact’s cheek, and the loud slap that echoes throughout the arena shows how intimately they’ve become acquainted.

CL: Never ever turn your back on Revolution!

CM: Yeah, especially if you’ve dropped the soap.

JH: Speaking from experience, Chip?

Nightmare whips Impact into the ropes – and who is there waiting but Grant Rice, who throws a nasty left hook that catches Impact on the jaw. With Impact staggering backward, Grant slips into the ring and takes Impact’s head in a headlock. Leading Impact to the bottom left turnbuckle, Grant props himself on top and executes a Tornado DDT on Impact that has the big man rolling over into a sitting position in the middle of the ring! Nightmare is waiting for him and hits him in the chin with a nasty-looking dropkick.

JH: What remarkable teamwork! The Revolution really showing their experience as a group here. They can’t be happy after what happened at the main event at Nensai Senjou, and I for one don’t blame them!

CM: Get your tongue out of their asses, Hitchen! Look out belooooooow!

Extreme Ninja #2 in the meantime has mounted the turnbuckle in the top right and comes down on Nightmare with a flying axe handle, stunning the suplex master. Kiyoshi escorts Grant out of the ring with a judo throw, sending the other half of Revolution sprawling to the outside. Logan Black warns Ninja to stay out of the fight until he is tagged in, and the masked acrobat writes “MY BAD!” on his board, stepping back out. Nightmare and Kiyoshi resume their scrap, exchanging elbows, punches, chops and forearms center stage. Nightmare lands a particularly dizzying elbow to the side of Kiyoshi’s head, runs backward and bounces off the rope and comes at Kiyoshi with a knee to the sternum. Kiyoshi, however, has enough presence of mind to grab hold of Nightmare’s right arm. Wrapping his legs around Nightmare’s throat and arm in a figure four, Kiyoshi hovers above the ground as he locks in the Triangle Choke, Nightmare bent over but hanging in there.

JH: Sankakujime!

CM: Dammit, Hitchen, speak English! My suits are Italian and my electronics are Japanese, but I prefer my wrestling American!

Logan Black checks in with Nightmare, who refuses to give up, despite being in obvious pain.

CL: Oh, marvelous, a submission hold. Even a spike-covered dildo up the ass couldn’t keep my eyes open for this crap.

Impact isn’t sitting still for this either. Back on his feet he erupts out of nowhere with a spear on Nightmare that sends Nightmare and Kiyoshi both flying.

CL: Never thought I’d be happy to see Impact do something. Remind me to buy him a big Mug O’ Steroid Juice after the show.

Kiyoshi, however, by good fortune lands in Ninja’s corner. Making the tag, Ninja jumps to the top rope and nails a dropkick square in Impact’s chest. He goes for a simple kick on Nightmare, but Nightmare catches it. Undeterred, Ninja jumps and hits his other foot against the side of Nightmare’s head.

JH: Ninja pulls of an enzuigiri so beautiful it should be hanging in the Louvre. He’s still on top of his game, even after that brutal match against Momoko Wakari on Saturday! He has the heart of the champion!

CM: But the brain of a… stupid person! Look!

Impact is getting back to his feet near his corner when Sean Madrox decides he can’t wait any longer. Slapping Impact’s shoulder, he tags himself in and immediately jumps over the ropes and into the ring. He jumps on to the second rope and does a moonsault… landing on his feet with Ninja in a reverse headlock. He smirks to the fans before dropping a reverse DDT that has the fans cheering.

JH: Madrox DDT! Madrox DDT! Sean fighting his way into this match, determined to make his mark!

CL: Speaking of marks…

CM: What, that fat-ass Smarky isn’t here, is he?

CL: No, you idiot! By the trunk of Ganesh, he’s going for X Marks Tha Spot!

Sean lifts Ninja up and hooks both his arms, setting the Flycore Champ for his signature move. But before he can land it, Nightmare – who has risen to his feet – comes running in with a big knee that drops Ninja from Sean’s grasp. He smacks Sean silly for bit, grabs Sean and places him on his shoulders and in one fluid motion drops him on his knee.

JH: THE BLESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEDDDD HEEEEEEEEEEELLRIIIIIDE! Nightmare just laid Madrox out with that! He’s going for the pin! Revolution could score the win right here!

CL: Yes, the streak continues!

Logan Black drops down and slaps the mat as Nightmare hooks the leg.

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Matt Impact, seeing a possible loss, ran over and broke up the pin with a double axe-handle to Nightmare’s back. Rolling over, Nightmare moves to his corner and tags in Grant Rice.

CM: Yes! This is still anyone’s game!

JH: Revolution going after Impact now for disrupting the pin…

Revolution go after the big man with punches and kicks, wearing their opponent down. Nightmare ends the battering with a series of punches to the gut that send Impact staggering back, only to turn and be hit with a dropkick from Grant. Nightmare comes up behind Impact, spins him around and hits a Manhattan Drop.

JH: Logan desperately trying to stop the double-teaming, but it looks like Impact is going down here, even if he isn’t the legal man! If memory serves me…

CL: Stop the Iron Chef impersonation! Yes, Hitchen, it’s Die Revolution Ist…

But before Rice can hit Impact with the big Yakuza kick to the head, Madrox comes running in to save his partner. Shoving Rice back, Sean stares down Grant in the ring. They begin exchanging strikes and soon Impact and Nightmare are doing the same. Not to be left out, Ninja and Kiyoshi come charging in, until there are two circles of three men sharing blows with one another: Impact, Nightmare and Kiyoshi on one side and Sean, Grant and Ninja on the other.

JH: Absolute chaos in the ring now as referee Logan Black has lost total control of this match!

CM: This is chaos! Sheer anarchy! This is no way for a respectable match to be run!

CL: Quit your bellyaching. Go host a show on Bravo if painting walls and fashion sense are more your taste!

The circles draw closer until there is an all-out brawl in the middle of the ring. Kiyoshi begins fighting Sean, Nightmare starts wailing on Ninja and Impact beats on Grant. Impact wraps his arms around Grant’s waist. Nightmare locks Ninja into a full nelson. Kiyoshi hooks Sean’s leg and lifts him up.

CL: What in the name of Buddha’s belly is going on here?!

All three men perform their moves at the same time: Impact hits a bridging German suplex on Grant and Nightmare nails a bridging Dragon suplex on Ninja. Kiyoshi thuds Sean’s back to the canvas with a bridging fisherman suplex. Totally confused, Logan Black looks around him at all the pins and starts slapping the mat again.

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2!
NO!
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All three men kick out at exactly the same time!

JH: That was… interesting! But I don’t believe any of those pins were legal!

CM: Can you tell? I can’t keep track anymore! Whoever came up with a triangle tag match should be shot into space with Lance Bass!

Thoroughly annoyed, Logan tries to clear house. He sends Impact out of the ring and gets into a verbal sparring match. Meanwhile Ninja tags in Kiyoshi and both men begin working over Nightmare. Kiyoshi picks up Nightmare for a vertical suplex but drops him on his head instead. Ninja leaps off the top turnbuckle and pulverizes Nightmare with a flawless corkscrew moonsault!

CL: Incredible! That moonsault got more hang time than Saddam Hussein!

CM: I’m pretty sure Nightmare isn’t the legal man though…

Grant has been chopping on Sean in the corner like a 14-year-old beating meat in the bathroom. Placing Sean on the top, he hits a quick superplex that lays out Sean in the middle of the ring.

JH: This is insane! How long can these men go on?!

Ninja is back on his feet and, taking a running start, flies out of the ring, slamming Impact off the apron and to the ground with a suicidal cross body. Both men lie motionless as action continues inside the ring. Kiyoshi, though exhausted, crawls over and covers Nightmare, calling over Logan to make the pin. Logan is instead watching Grant and Sean. Grant scoops his arms under Sean’s armpits, raises him up and nails a nasty-looking sit-out piledriver. He places his feet over Sean’s arms and holds the position for the pin.

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! Kiyoshi has Nightmare pinned and Grant has Sean down for the count!

CM: And that slacker Logan has finally noticed Kiyoshi! He’s down on the mat and counting!

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2!
3!!!
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JH: YES! IT’S OVER!

CM: But… who the hell won?

Kiyoshi and Grant both look quite happy with themselves. Confusion soon sets in though as they notice Logan calling for the bell and talking with the officials. He settles things quickly, though, walks over and… grabs Grant’s arm, raising it in victory.

JH: THE STEAK CONTINUES! Sean and Grant were the legal men, so Grant’s pin counted but Kiyoshi’s did not!

CL: The Revolution cannot be stopped, Hitchen! All of FIW should know that!

CM: It looks like Kiyoshi knows it… but he’s not too happy about it!

Impact just shakes his head as he and Sean slowly make their way back to the backstage area. Grant and Nightmare circle the ring in celebration, their bodies battered but their expressions somber and content. Kiyoshi shares some heated words with Logan in the ring, but is soon left alone, grim and fuming. Ninja comes over and offers a pat on the back and holds up his sign, which reads, “NO WORRIES, DUDE!” Kiyoshi just shakes him off and gives him a frustrated look.

JH: Well, Revolution are your winners tonight, ladies and gentlemen! Kiyoshi Nakahata is apparently frustrated, but Grant Rice and Nightmare are basking in their victory. Stay tuned for more action… right here on ReVolt!

We open up on the familiar facility that is the FIW locker room. Dragon's sitting down to lace up his boots when BAM! A locker door FLIES open and out comes Graver!

Graver: NOW I gotcha!

Graver lunges in behind Dragon and grabs him around the neck in a sleeper-like fashion, choking him tight.

Graver: Come on, you fuck! We're goin' down to the ring! We're gonna make a fuckin' EXAMPLE outta you!

Graver reaches down beside him, off-camera, and pulls back up a shiny... black... gun.

JH: GOOD LORD! What is going ON here!?

But our cameras cut away to something else as Graver grins, before Hitchen's questions can be answered.

We fade in on the ring as Andrew W.K.'s "Ready to Die" fades out, Bazztard standing in the ring with a mic in his hand.

Bazztard: Hey again, FIW!

The crowd cheers for him and he nods.

Bazztard: So I promised you I'd show up tonight with the beginning of the FIW: NEXT! contest, so here we are!

The crowd cheers once more, 'cuz Bazztard's awesome at cheap pops.

Bazztard: But before we bring out the hopefuls, why don't I explain things for ya? Give you a little bit of a setup? Each week we're gonna have a contest of skill to test and make sure these guys and gals have what it takes to become an FIW wrestler! Skill on the mic, quick-thinking, athletic skill, showmanship, and killer-ass moves! An--

Another pop from the crowd, though they catch Bazz halfway into his next sentence, so I guess that doesn't count as a cheap one.

Bazztard: And we've got FOUR judges to go over who they think should proceed! Each week, one member of the contest will be eliminated! You probably know a couple of 'em, but lemme introduce them to you! First up, there's the respected member of wrestling history... former General Manager of BTW, HCW, and the Great American Wrestling Dream... a champion innumerable times over! RICHARD! TIBERIUS! CUTTING!!

The VolTrons flicker to life and the image of R.T. Cutting smiling and waving projects from them, "Liva via satellite" displayed at the bottom of the screen.

R.T.: Hey there, Bazz, how's it goin'?

Bazztard: Pretty damn good, R.T. You ready to judge?

R.T.: Ready as I'll ever be. Let's lock n' load.

Bazztard: Awesome! Our next judge is a legend among legends... he's been described as "the glue that held FIW together"... and he trained not only several of our contestants... but none other than the former Dual Crown Champion himself, Tier! EEELLLLLL BOOOOOMBASSSSSTICOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The VoltRon switches over to Bomb, wearing his black mask and smiling politely.

El Bombastico: I am most eager to see the outcome of this contest.

Bazztard: Aren't we all, Bombastico?

Bomb smiles and nods and Bazz grins back at him.

Bazztard: Now, the next judge is... KIND of a strange one... see, FIW wanted me to MC AND be a judge, but I didn't want the contestants to try sucking up to me, and I didn't want certain things I'm involved in during the future of this tournament to make me bitter, so I brought in a GOOD friend of mine to vote in my place. He's the former General Manager tempore of NGIW... he's soft... cute... AND fuzzy... HE'S the BEST DAMN HAMSTER IN THE WORLD!!!! TWWWWWWIIITCHYYYYYYYY!!!

The screen flicks to a small brown-and-white hamster sniffing eagerly at a desk and a notepad. The crowd laughs, a couple guys boo.

Bazztard: Just look at him! Eager to get started! That's my Twitchy.

Bazztard pats his chest, heartfelt.

Bazztard: That leaves the fourth and final judge... or should I say judges? YOOOOUUUUUUUUU!!!

Bazz spins around, pointing at everyone in the audience as he does, finally finding a camera and pointing straight at it.

Bazztard: And you at home! All of you! After you see the contest results this week, log onto FIW.com and put your vote in for who you think should be REMOVED from the contest! While you're not the DECIDING factor, your votes WILL be taken STRONGLY into account, as well as the opinions of the rest of our judges.

The crowd cheers, they like to participate.

Bazztard: SO! Without any further ado... LET'S SEE WHO'S NEXT!

A masked luchador dressed in black and teal hops out onstage in a defiant pose. He's got long, raven hair and a grin on his face. He plays to the crowd a bit before pulling out his mic.

Pulpo: Soy El Pulpo Malo!

The crowd seems to enjoy this guy, so they give him a small pop.

Pulpo: Soy de Aguascalientes, Mehico. I grew up LOVING wrestling! I LOVE the lucha tradition! I was even taught by the great El Bombastico for several years, before I put on the mask of El Pulpo Malo! I come here in front of you tonight, good people, with honor, pride, and desire! Viva la raza!

The crowd gives El Pulpo Malo some succinct applause, but he seems happy with all of it, moving off to the side of the stage.

Bazztard: Great energy, El Pulpo Malo. Who's next?

Out of the gate steps an athletic-looking blonde woman wearing camo pants and a Soulfly t-shirt. She throws up a rawkfist and pulls a mic from her pocket.

Catt: What's up, London!?

The crowd pops, 'cuz that's how you do a cheap pop, my friends.

Catt: My name is Catt Cutting, that's right; the neice of Richard Tiberius Cutting! The Butcher! Brightstone! Big Daddy Love! And my 'ol unlce is JUST as surprised as you right now, 'cuz I joined this contest in secret, my friends! But I got a plan to make sure he, the hamster, the old guy, and AAAAAALLLL of you... want me to win. 'Cuz I'm here to kick ass, and chew bubblegum!

Bazztard grins, as he knew about Catt beforehand and can only manage the reaction on R.T.'s face right now. He applauds along with the audience, nodding.

Bazztard: Good, good. The neice of R.T. Cutting, now THERE'S a pedigree! Who've we got... next?

A fellow with long braids walks out from the back, his face painted like a black and white clown and a large three-liter bottle of diet root beer Faygo in his hand. The other hand, of course, holds a mic.

Jinglez: YAAAABRACADABRA, boom shaka-day! They call me Jinglez an' I'm here to rock yo fuckin' face! I'm bringin' you the REEEEEEEEAL wicked shit, straight up in your motha fuckin' BRAIN! 'Cuz I done got brought here by a MAAAD genie! I done rubbed his lamp and the bitch gave me three wishes! So I was like, "Gimme some Faygo, BITCH!" and BLAM! It appeared! So then I was like, "Aight, make me a fuckin' wrestler!" and all a sudden BLAAAM! I gets this call from FIW NEXT sayin' I was IN! So I was like, "Aight, now genie... make me fuckin' FLY!" and he was like BLAAAAAAAAAM!!! So the second you ninjas see me in the ring, you'll know that third fuckin' wish came true, too! MUCH CLOWN LOVE!!

Jinglez proceeds to shake up the bottle, unscrew the cap and punt it into the crowd, highly-pressurized diet soda causing it to soar like a crazy rocket into the stands.

Bazztard: All right, hey! Let's hear it for Jinglez!

The crowd gives some half-assed applause, except for the Juggalos in the audience who make their voices HEARD.

Bazztard: All right, all right. Calm down and we'll see... who's... NEXT!

A man with a black singlet and acid green highlights steps out onto the stage, holding a mic. He quickly puts it to his lips, not wasting any time.

BDA: This is the Big Daddy Acid, so all you Mongoloids better LISTEN UP! You're lookin' at the next big thing to hit FIW, and I don't mean hit it with a chokeslam or a powerbomb. I'm gonna crash-land into this place with a moonsault and a hurricanrana. And don't you doubt me for a SECOND! Or you'll feel the ACID RAIN... COME DOWN ON YOU!!!

Big Daddy Acid tosses the mic and looks intense for a second before joining the other contestants off to the side.

Bazztard: Woo. Short but sweet, y'know I love it. Might wanna watch that vein in your head, though. Seems like it's about to bust.

The crowd laughs and Daddy Acid rolls his eyes as Bazztard grins at his own joke.

Bazztard: Okay, okay. Who's next?

A short fellow steps out wearing armor, and a horned helmet over his long red hair and beard. He grins and nods his head, giving a wave to everyone in the crowd.

Gog: Greetin's, good people of the surface world! My name is Gog Earthbeard, son of Vorner Earthbeard! I come from a lan' deep under the mountains, where me people, the dwarves, have made their home! An' with hammer an' fire an' steel, I forged my way t'rough the rock ta make it here! Now... I wish ta enter yer pro-wresslin' federation... an' showcase mah skills against tha best ye have ta offer!

Gog nods and raises his fist in the air before moving off to stand with the rest. Bazztard looks a bit confused, and judging from their mixed reaction... so does the crowd.

Bazztard: A... lllll righty then. NEXT!

Out on fingertips and toes crawls a fellow with black hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a white singlet and black jeans overtop. He reaches the edge of the stage and swings his legs over, taking a mic from his pocket and holding it tight.

Frank: He was the master's best and brightest... best and brightest. The master... TIER! And he LEFT him. The master... LEFT him! ... ... in the hot Texas sun. Well the student has outsmarted the master. The student has arrived where the master has failed, to pick up in his place. The student WILL win the competition. He is the greatest. The best. He knows. Do not question why; just embrace the truth. Frank. Knooooowwwws.

Frank (apparently) stands abruptly and walks backward toward the collected NEXT! entrants. Bazztard has turned around as part of his tiny walkabout, and juts a thumb backward toward the stage.

Bazztard: NEXT!

The man we see next is likely familiar to a few... briefly an NGIW wrestler, one of Iron WIL's contracted regulars. His hair is more wild and untamed, and his eyes have become pinpoints in a field of gold. Waylon Frost steps onto the stage, mic dwarfed in his grasp. At first he simply breathes heavily into it, scanning the crowd.

Wendigo: Some of you... think you know my name...

Waylong pauses and breathes some more, searching the faces for... something.

Wendigo: But you would be wrong. Waylon Frost, as you would call him... ceased to exist last year... when his beloved... MY! ... BELOVED... sister... vanished. Waylon Frost... DIED of grief. But I persisted! I stayed strong! And I searched from New Jersey to Wyoming and through Canada looking for the answer. All I found was a path filled with fools STANDING IN MY WAY. And I DESTROYED each and every one of them. Waylon Frost... is dead and gone. He died when his sister disappeared. When hope disappeared. When... control disappeared. Take that all away from poor Waylon... and aaaallll that's left... is the VIOLENCE! I! AM! VIOLENCE! I AM! .... WEEEEENDIIGGOOOOOOO.

Wendigo drops the mic and slinks back to the rest of the competition as well, making the lot of them seem quite miniature.

Bazztard: Gotta love violence. All right, who do we got NEXT?

A black cloud of smoke suddenly forms onstage, emenating from a single point. Everyone stares at it, curious to see what's occurring until the smoke clears, and standing in the eddies is a man with blue skin and pointed ears! He puts the mic to his lips, sneering and smirking at the same time.

Azazel: Impetuous mortals. Gaze with fear upon the corporeal form of that which cannot be contained. I am a DEMON of your nightmares! That... which your suffering is made of! I am a LIE... made FLESH! I am the dark lord Azazel, and your lot should be BOWING before me!

The sneer/smirk turns into a full-fledged sneer as Azazel pauses.

Azazel: But... this body hinders me. My power in this plane is not yet full. So if you will not bow before me willingly then I shall defeat your idols, crush that which you hold dear, and show you the TRUE capabilities of one such as myself! Starting... with this piteous little contest.

Azazel moves off to the side, folding his arms and ignoring the small army of wrestlers behind him.

Bazztard: Well, quite a few interesting characters here... and we've got one more... or should I say two? NEXT!

The final entrant(s) walk out onstage; a green-masked Japanese wrestler and a blonde-haired fellow in a knit cap and clothes undoubtedly bought at Spencer's. They both grin quite wide for the camera, showing some mad love before the skinny, behatted guy starts to speak.

Jason: You'll have to forgive my English-impaired friend, here. He tossed out the dictionary 'cuz it's not made of Kanji, or whatever. But that's cool, 'cuz I'm here to tell YOU... what's on HIS mind!

The guy grins, putting an arm around his partner.

Jason: Ladies and fellas, pussies and cocks... my name is Jason Eppleigh, and I'm comin' to you tonight to represent the highest of the high! The stankest of the stank! The most knock-you-on-your-ass good wrestler this great country has ever seen! He comes to you all the way from his ancestral home; the House of Five Leaves in Hokkaido, Japan! He'll make you laugh, he'll make you cry, he'll make you blow your hard-earned ducats on his shit, and he'll blow your fuckin' mind so hard you won't remember your own birthday! I present to you! The GREEN! DRAGOOOON!!!

The Green Dragon grins and gives the audience a big thumbs up. Jason throws up a few hand signs before patting GD on the back and trotting over to the clutch of young hopefuls.

Bazztard: Well, that was our last entrant! As I said earlier in the broadcast, be sure to check FIW.com to vote on who should be ELIMINATED straight outta the box! You can also see R.T. Cutting, El Bombastico, and Twitchy the hamster's opinions on the contestants! And to you lucky wrestlers-to-be... we'll see all but one of you... NEXT!

The camera pans over each contestant before we fade away from ringside once more.
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We switch back to ringside where, without music, Graver is dragging the Dragon down to the ring.

JH: This is insane! Graver has truly lost his mind!

CL: I know, isn't it awesome?

JH: AWESOME!? He's got a gun pointed at the Dragon's head! A GUN, CONSTANCE!

CL: I know, pretty sweet, huh?

JH: You're heartless, you bastard!

Graver violently throws Dragon under the bottom rope, pistol-whipping him across the face before shouting at him.

Graver: Don't you move! Don't you DARE fuckin' move!

He keeps the gun pointed at Dragon's head, moving next to some ring crew and demanding a mic. They give it to him and he puts it to his lips as he climbs the stairs into the ring.

Graver: Don't you daaaaare fuckin'... move.

Graver stands above his fallen adversary, grinning, gloating down at him.

Graver: O how the mighty have fallen. The truly great, hmm? Isn't the Dragon fuckin' GREAT, ladies and gentlemen?

The crowd cheer for the fallen Dragon, but quite a few of their number boo, simply because Graver's talking. The Minister of Awesomocity himself just smiles and raises his gun-hand in a shrug.

Graver: Maybe it's just me, but I dunno... I think even a GREAT guy like 'ol Dragon here... I think his priority on the show should come... AFTER certain other members. Y'know? Certain members... with seniority. Certain members... with Fighting Spirit Championship reigns under their belts.

He walks a slow circle as he talks, grinning all the while. Graver chuckles and holds up his weapon, shaking it to indicate it a little better.

Graver: Certain members... who're totin' around guns. Amirite?

JH: Oh is THAT what this is about!? REALLY? Bringing a gun into the ring over... over CARD POSITION!? Threatening a man's LIFE! His LIVELIHOOD! FOR A MATCH!?!

The crowd boos heavily once more, but begin cheering as the FIW security team not responsible for crowd control start pouring out of the gorilla position. Graver notices the change and thus turns to notice the guards. He points the gun at the writhing Dragon's form, keeping his gaze on the entryway.

Graver: Ah ah ah! Take another step and I'm gonna fuckin' baste him! Don't MAKE me do it!

The security forces tenatively stay put, unsure of what to do.

JH: Screw this, I'm calling the police!

We hear a few beeps and boops of Hitchen's cell phone before his mic is cut, replaced by the clucking of Chip Martin's tongue.

CM: Man, your boy Graver's really gone off the deep-end now, eh Conse?

CL: He's doing what he's got to do to get a match. To get what he deserves! I can't fault him, even if his methods ARE... uh... unorthodox.

Graver: Now all I want here is pure and simple. I WANT my spot on next week's card! And every card after that unless I ASK for the week off, ya get me? I WANT to get every single douche-drinker that fucked my career up in a fuckin' line, and I wanna show 'em they don't mean SHIT! This bitch here, Dragon, upstaging me? I want him. That cuntrag, Elrick? I want him. That good-for-nothing waste of kung fu, Daisuke? He can come next! Nightmare, Kiyoshi, fuckin'... dig up Rob Storm and let me beat his carcass! Anyone! EVERYONE! And the pinnacle! The CROWN JEWEL on this tiara of fuckos? I! WANT! ONIKAGE!!

JH: The police are on their way! I don't know how the hell Graver even managed to GET a gun smuggled into this fine country, but he won't keep it for long!

CM: Not if he has anything to say about it, the lunatic. He's about five drops of sanity from being a murderer!

Graver: And as for THIS little pen-iss...

The sXe Fuckamaniac drops the mic and pulls another gun from his hip, kicking Dragon to lie on his back. He plants a boot squarely in Dragon's chest and points both barrells at his face.

JH: DON'T DO IT!!! DON'T DO THIS, GRAVER!! THINK OF YOUR LIFE!!! YOUR CAREER!!! YOU GODDAMN FOOL DON'T DO IT!!!

Hitchen's voice goes hoarse from yelling as Graver grits his teeth into a psychotic smile. Police burst past security and rush the ring as Graver pulls both triggers!!

JH: NO!! NO, GODAMMIT!!!

CL: *snork*

JH: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT!?

CL: Look in the ring, you pom.

Graver is repeatedly pulling both triggers of both guns... but there's no flash. No bang. Instead, there's a small ratchety sound as a red liquid is squirted out of the barrel. It sprays into Dragon's eyes causing him to scream and shield his face.

CM: Is that... tabasco sauce?

CL: *laughing hysterically*

JH: THAT... that BASTARD!!! That's TERRORISM!!

The police swarm Graver and disarm him, grabbing him by the arms and cuffing him quickly. Graver just cackles and goes along with it, snorting and spitting a huuuge loogie on Dragon's chest before the cops cart him off.

JH: I don't believe we just witnessed that! That was despicable!

CM: It was moronic!

CL: *wipes tear* It was Graver! Heh.

JH: It is time to see if Onikage’s dethroning of Xtreme Kitten isn’t just a fluke and if his goal can become a reality.

CM: It’s a fluke.

CL: It’s a fluke, and I say this hating his challenger and Chip.

JH: Come on guys, I don’t like Onikage either, but it isn’t right to write him off just yet.

CM: Why?

CL: What he fucking said, I hope that jobber in a mask gets squashed tonight.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the next contest is the scheduled semi-Main Event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall to a finish. It has been granted a thirty minute time limit and your official for this contest is Mark Jackson…and it is for the F-I-W Undisputed International Championship~!!!


The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy.

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Ah Ah
Ah Ah
Ah Ah
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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.

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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.


CM: Here he is, the only man that will be able to dethrone Toan for the FIW Dual Crown Championships. But before he does that, he’s adding another championship to his collection!

CL: Maj may be a smelly, flea ridden, disgusting, piece of steaming shit with flies buzzing around him called Ahmed and General Kumar…but he’s still better than Onikage.

JH: Their record against each other certainly is an interesting one, currently Maj holds the advantage in it with three to two if you count the elimination at Violence Fetish.

CM: See? See?! What I’d tell ya! Maj Tahal’s gonna make that four to two after tonight!

CL: Buddha I hope so.

JH: It isn’t unheard of for a champion to fall in his first defense, so who knows.


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

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


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

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

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

The shadow within me…
Gonna lead the revival…

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


CL: Oh yeah, enjoy having that belt around your waist while you can sheep fucker, because after tonight you won’t be able to.

JH: Onikage had perhaps one of the oddest matches I’ve ever seen in an FIW ring against Xtreme Kitten last weekend at Nensai Senjou.

CM: I still say Kitten was robbed.

CL: I still say I wish Onikage had been hit by a bus.

JH: The tape of the match doesn’t lie gentlemen, Kitten tapped out and there was no bus in the near by area.

CM: But there should’ve been…


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first the challenger, he hails from Bombay, India and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds and stands at six feet and three inches…HE! IS! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJ TAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL~!!!


Mockingly Maj bows to the London fans as they shower him in choruses of jeers, the only praise he gets is from the General who applauds at ringside. He even goes as far as to blow kisses and wave to them in between his bows.


MA: And introducing the champion, he hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds and stands at six feet and two inches…He is the reigning FIW Undisputed International Champion…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


It would seem some old Slam fans are in attendance as there is a mild amount of cheers for the champion to go along with his jeers. Slowly the Savior of Sorrow rises up to his feet and undoes the championship belt, handing it over to Mark Jackson. Jackson walks to the center of the ring and holds up the belt for all to see before calling for the bell.


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


Upon the sound of the bell the two men circle the ring from one another and cautiously watch each other’s movements as they near each other. London’s fans remain at a hush when the two start to get within arm’s reach of each other, Maj extending his hand out. The reigning champion gladly accepts the hand and they interlock their hands and then interlock the second pair. Immediately both start jocking for position, trying to one up the other in the Greco roman knuckle lock, more commonly known as the test of strength.

JH: Both men wanting to start out this match in a traditional manner with the knuckle lock.

CM: Oh come on Maj, don’t do this boring crap.

CL: This crap is a lot better than the two of them flipping around the ring mindlessly.

JH: While I’ll say I enjoy watching some good ole wrestling like this, there is also nothing wrong with a more high flying based style Conse.

CM: Don’t mind him Hitchen, he just still has his panties in a twist over Maj helping get rid of Tier.

CL: Damn fucking right I do, if it wasn’t for Onikage being his opponent, I’d have demanded his foe cause blood shed by now.

Tahal tries to gain a better footing and push the Straight Edge Messiah back, but the slightly bigger man keeps his ground. Seeing that he is starting to be put on his knees, the Panthera does some fancy foot work and gets behind Onikage, applying a hammerlock. He wrenches back on it and the masked oddity winces slightly, trying to reach over his shoulder at his challenger. Deciding this isn’t going to work and showing his own skills, the champ reverses out of the hammerlock, going behind Maj and locking in his own!

CM: Gah…so…boring…

CL: Don’t make me fucking bitch slap you.

JH: Conse, if you are going to stay in my home country for a bit you need to pick up on it’s culture. It is a tramp slap over here across the pond.

CM: Almost…falling…asleep…

CL: I don’t give a shit if it’s called a fish and chips slap over here Bitchen, it’s still a bitch slap to me.

JH: In either case both men don’t seem to be gaining much of a advantage.

Course, things only get worse for the challenger when Onikage starts head butting Maj on the back, right between the shoulder blades along with his hammerlock. Against his best efforts to still stop it, Maj is taken down to his stomach and his foe kneels beside him. Gracefully the Savior of Sorrow floats over into a side headlock, rearing back on the hold and causing a few twitches from Tahal’s body. However it doesn’t last as Maj rolls the two over, placing the masked oddity in an awkward pin fall which he kicks out of.

CL: If these two keep this shit up I might actually have to fucking respect one of them.

JH: Yes, god forbid you don’t try and be impartial.

CM: Yawn…like you’re one to talk Hitchen…

CL: Really, you have such a hard on for some of the wrestlers it is sickening.

JH: I-I-I most certainly do not! Why I…I’ve never heard of such a thing!

CM: How cute, the British guy is flustered…

Just as the Straight Edge Artist goes to roll over to get up the Panthera locks in a head scissors, planting his weight against the canvas. Mark checks with Onikage per the challenger’s barking commands and the masked man shakes his hand negative. A tad annoyed by the lack of submission Tahal wrenches back on the hold and yells at Jackson to check again. For a second time the reigning champion refuses to give and starts trying to roll Maj off of his side, though Tahal tries his best to stop this.

JH: The head scissors, a tried and true tested submission hold.

CM: Gah…why Maj…why….you break my heart…

CL: Shut it half pint of moose.

JH: We could be in for the long haul with these two, they’ve put on some rather lengthy contests before.

CM: Hopefully it gets more exciting like the past encounters.

CL: Hopefully you shut the fuck up or I’ll fucking knock your teeth out…

No matter how hard he tries to stop it, Onikage keeps moving his captor back into a sitting position. As soon as Maj’s butt hits the mat and now with no way of keeping the hold locked in tight, the Savior of Sorrow pops his head up from between the two legs. Swiftly Tahal swings his legs behind him as he gets to his knees, trying to snatch a hold of his foe and lock in another submission. Thinking fast the masked oddity ducks under Tahal’s arms, grabbing a hold of him and rolling the two right into a small package cradle!

CM: Ha! How silly is this masked freak?

CL: I know, every one knows that you don’t even fucking bother with trying to pin this early into the match.


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JH: I don’t know, he has the cradle locked in pretty tight, it could possibly be it!

CM: Yeah…keep dreaming Hitchen.


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CL: And now comes the fucking kick out as predictable as ever.

JH: I guess you guys are right…


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DING DING DING~!!!
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CM: No way!

CL: What the fuck?! He actually got the fucking pin?!


Maj Tahal kicks out a fraction too late and gets to his feet, looking to continue the match until he sees Mark calling for the bell. In a panic the Panthera hurries over to the referee and asks him what he is doing, and Mark holds up three fingers. Confusion sets in on Maj’s face and he holds up two fingers and Mark shakes his head, holding up three again. Slowly Tahal clutches at the sides of his skull and drops to his knees, realizing what has happened.

CL: I don’t think I’ve ever even fucking seen that happen before!

JH: That was like…what? Five minutes at best?

CM: They never even got out of first gear!

A laugh comes from behind the leather mask as he gets to his feet, seeing Maj Tahal’s dismay at what just happened. Jackson quickly holds over the FIW Undisputed International Championship back to its owner and he puts it around his waist. The referee raises the Savior of Sorrow’s arm in victory as “Simple Survival” starts up over the sound system. His music is almost drowned out by the jeers at him and the laughter at Maj.

JH: While I don’t like the guy, I kind of feel sorry for Maj…that wasn’t the most impressive outing.

CM: My poor Maj!

CL: More importantly, the fucker ensured that sheep fucker keeps his belt for another day.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pin fall and STILL F-I-W Undisputed International Champion…OOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


The General slides into the ring and pats Maj on the back, trying to comfort him but his friend is too out of it to even be affected by it. FIW’s Panthera slides out of the ring and he grabs at his hair in distraught as he walks up the entrance way. Onikage takes a bow after Mark let’s go of his arm and then heads to the back. In mid-way step he turns around and holds up his arms in an X as the UIC shines around his waist.

CM: Maj’ll have his revenge! You haven’t heard the last of him you freak!

CL: I can’t fucking believe it, five fucking minutes…

JH: I have to think Maj isn’t going to let this embarrassment just slip by.
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JH: Tag titles on the line next, this match looks on the cards to be quite good.

CM: Of course it is, Ragin’s, Prime and Xtreme Kitten is in it.

CL: Kailey’s gonna have some trouble though, her head’s gonna be either popped off or kicked off.

CM: You’d mind that? Besides she slows Ragin’ down.

CL: No, that’s be fucking awesome, but still, Ragin’ didn’t really think too well when he picked his tag partner.

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 is for the FIW Tag-Team titles of the World! First the challengers, hailing from San Diego, California, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds and standing at six foot six inches! PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMEEEEEEE!

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

CM: Damn he looks better every week he comes out.

CL: And… you don’t wanna fuck him?

CM: I was… N… Shut up!

JH: Nice one Conse.

CM: You can talk, least I don’t stare at Nightmare posters all night long.

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

[align=center]I clench my teeth and realize
My world is so near its demise
A dying sun in a poisonous sky
Stinging my eyes
Burning with contempt and conflict
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MA: And his tag-team partner! Hailing from Shoal Bay, New South Wales, Australia, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds and standing at six foot three inches! XTREME KITTTTTTEEEEEEENNNNNN!!!!!!!

The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walks to the front of the stage and stops at the stairs as Lucy pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side.

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

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

JH: Coming off the loss at the Pay-Per-View Kitten’s gotta want this win.

CL: If he dethrones and makes Kailey bleed, I’ll support him.

CM: Exactly, dare I say it.

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.

MA: And now there opponents! One half of the FIW tag-team champions, hailing from Bogorodskoye, Russia, weighing in at two hundred and sixty eight pounds and standing at six feet three inches! RRRRRRAAAAGGGGIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

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.

CL: Ragin’ holding the strap but why Kailey?

JH: Coming off his win, will his ego mess him up in this one.

CM: Must be hard carrying a team, but Ragin’s that nice.

"Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up.

MA: And his tag-team partner, hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds and standing at five feet eight inches… KKKKAAAAAAAIIILLLLLLLEYYYY LANNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd as she moves to her corner.

CM: And here’s the Achilles heel.

JH: Chip, she got the win at the Pay-per-View, so have some res…

CL: She only won cause Red Cell are assholes.

As Tony Clarke takes the tag-team titles and hands them to the ring monkey, Kailey looks set to starts for the tag-team champions, Xtreme Kitten s going to start for the opponents as he looks towards Prime and then back at Kailey as the bell sounds and the match begins. Kailey and Kitten begin to circle the ring, watching each other carefully before Kitten goes for a roundhouse kick, Kailey evades just, and looks towards Kitten who smirks, before circling the ring some more, Kitten then comes at her again with a crescent kick, ducking Kailey then awaits Kitten to turn, he does and she connects with some forearm shots, each blow taking Kitten a little back, but he pushes Kailey off before coming at her and nailing her in the gut with a knee, making Kailey double over.

CM: Ha, Nailed her.

JH: Kailey has a lot of fight in her and you know it.

CL: He wishes he knew more like, he wishes.

Kitten then picks Kailey up onto his shoulder, moving towards a neutral corner, he then begins to run towards the corner, but Kailey pushes her way off, making Kitten stop and turn to be met with a forearm shot, it kind of takes him by surprise as he reels into the corner. Kailey then moves towards Kitten, she stands on the second rope and looks down, before dropping a elbow down upon his head, making him reel out of the corner, Kailey runs to the ropes, Ragin’ seeing maybe something’s going to go wrong, taps Kailey, she doesn’t notice, but Tony does as she comes roaring towards Kitten but is met by a thunderous kick right to the gut making her spin over and roll out of the ring, Kitten turns towards her and watches but turns back towards Ragin’ not even knowing he’s in the ring, but is met by a eye poke…

JH: Dare I say it, clever by Ragin’.

CL: Classic Ragin’ there, blind tag, then eye poke.

CM: That’s why he was king of Slam!

CL: Don’t insult him, that wasn’t exactly a achievement.

Kitten reels a bit, having been eye poked, Ragin’ of course smirking as he then knees Kitten in the gut before running to the ropes and coming back, connecting a knee to Kitten’s face, making him fall over onto his back, Ragin’ then makes a cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…NO SHOULDER UP!
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JH: Ragin’ seemingly confident.

CL: Kitten needs to tag out.

JH: Advice?!

CM: No, that was him talking to himself, or trying to actually sound intelligent.

Ragin’ smirks towards Prime, who doesn’t look too impressed with Kitten performance so far, Ragin’ stands up looking to see where Kailey is, she’s at the corner so he turns back to Kitten. He stomps down on him hard, he then places a knee over his back before applying a cravate and wrenches away, the submission looking quite painful, but before he can even get a Tony Clarke ask, Prime comes in and smashes Ragin’ in the nose with a boot, he then yells at Kitten to tag him, Kitten seems to hear it too as he moves towards Prime, Ragin’ checking his lip turns to see Kitten moving towards the corner…

CM: Going for the tag.

JH: If Ragin’ doesn’t stop him.

CL: Move Pussy, move.

Ragin stands up and moves towards Kitten, but it’s too late, Kitten tags in Prime and then begins to stand as Prime goes full throttle at Ragin’ with some big punches, Ragin’ blocks a few of them but one to the gut he doesn’t, Kitten then comes out of nowhere and kicks Ragin right in the nose making Ragin reel into the ropes, he comes back and gets almost decapitated by a thunderous clothesline by Prime that lays him out. Kailey seeing all this come sin for the save, but all she’s met by is a boot to the gut off Kitten, then he scoops her up and throws her over the rope, but she doesn’t land too hard as she saves herself by gaining some spin off the ring apron, Kitten then leaves the ring as Tony Clarke makes him…

JH: Prime and Kitten are surprisingly working well together in this match.

CM: Greatness can, besides Prime is on form lately.

CL: He almost killed Ragin’ damn.

Prime brings Ragin to a sitting position before he stands behind him and begins to squeeze and twist Ragin’s head to the right, really wrenching away at it as Prime looks towards Kailey with a grin, she calls to Ragin for a tag but obviously he can’t , but Prime then stops by nailing Ragin’ in the face with a across the face forearm shot. Prime then awaits him to stand up before grabbing him in a front chancery and nailing some knees into Ragin’ gut, but Ragin catches one of his knees, he then hooks and quickly takes Prime over with a releasing fisherman’s suplex, Prime lands hard on his back as Kitten seems to want a tag in, Kailey also as both there tag partners seem confident they want to stay in as Ragin climbs to his feet and nods Kailey off.

JH: Tag Kailey in Ragin, don’t be stupid.

CM: Too late for that, he’s tagging with her Bitchen.

CL: …And besides, why tag in someone who will just get her ass handed too her?

JH: She won’t!

Ragin moves towards Prime, mounting him and punching him with some aggressive mounted punches, he then stands up looking confident before dropping a elbow drop down, standing up he goes for another, landing the elbow’s right across Prime’s throat. Ragin stands up, looking towards Kailey, seeing a opportunity he picks Prime up, before grabbing him in a pendulum backbreaker over his knee, he then reaches tagging Kailey in and points to the top rope, Kailey indeed moves to the top, Kitten sees this though and comes in looking for the save but what he gets is a dropkick from Kailey as she lands a back elbow drop right down on Prime making him flip over and land on his front as Kitten hit’s the canvas hard.

JH: THAT’S WHY! Beautiful moves by Kailey.

CL: What so she can hit a dropkick and elbow drop?

JH: She saved Ragin there and hit some beautiful moves!

CM: Good for her.

Ragin and Kailey divert there attention too Kitten, picking him up then Ragin toss him to the ropes, coming back he lifts Kitten up before Kailey lands a inverted atomic drop, Ragin then comes off the rope and nails a lariat, taking himself and Kitten down to the canvas, Kitten rolls out of the ring as Ragin watches on though at the ropes he turns to get taken over the ropes too by Prime as Prime follows though, all three men being out of the ring, the crowd cheer as Kailey looks towards the three of them before pointing at them…

JH: She’s going to fly.

CL: Hopefully back home and never to show up here again.

CM: Ah such dreams, such dreams.

…Kailey then runs to the ropes as the three climb to there feet, before there all bowled down by a corkscrew tope by Kailey taking everyone back down to the mats, the fans go crazy as Kailey stands raising her hands in a celebration, she then rolls into the ring as she is the legal team member, she watches the three of them stir as Prime is climbing to his feet slowly via using the ring apron…

JH: Prime’s amazing! Already he’s getting back to his feet and into the ring!

CM: Prime and Kitten are taking those belts!

CL: Not if Prime uses that!

While the referee is checking on Kailey the Evolution of Evil slides into the ring after getting his body to a vertical base, but he isn’t alone. In his hands is the weapon he’s grown used to wielding, a steel chair. He storms right over to the referee and Kailey, shoving the ref and knocking Tony over before he can see what he’s wielding. Kailey’s eyes grow wide and like a deer’s caught in headlights as she watches the big man raise the chair over his head.

JH: No! Prime, don’t do it! Don’t do it god darn it!

CL: Fuck! While I’m normally all for blood shed, I don’t want to fucking see this!

CM: Crack it over her skull! Do it, Prime, do it! Take her out!

Just as he goes to throw the chair forward and over her head, some thing stops him to a few cheers from the fans. Prime blinks and looks over his shoulder, seeing his own partner, Xtreme Kitten holding onto the steel chair and stopping him! The Evolution of Evil turns around with the chair in hand and starts arguing with XK. Even after Prime tries to plead his case Kitten won’t let go and the two start a tug of war over it.

JH: Xtreme Kitten just saved Kailey Lane!

CL: Maybe the pussy has more of a fucking heart than we thought.

CM: Ha, right, no, he just doesn’t like weapons being used.

As the two argue Ragin’ slides into the ring and quickly takes in the situation and decides on the easiest solution. He walks up behind Prime and simply shoves the bigger man, sending him stumbling forward. Due to this sudden jerk the steel chair cracks over Kitten’s skull, sending the masked cat over the top rope! Prime stares down in shock over what’s become of his partner while the Master of Rage snatches the steel chair!

JH: Oh great! We’re going to get a repeat of Nensai Senjou!

CL: Who cares how they win as long as they keep the titles?!

CM: Oh, okay, so Prime using a steel chair on Kailey, that’s bad, but Ragin’ using a steel chair on Prime, that’s fine.

Ragin’ sneers at the gigantic warrior when he turns around and swings for the fences, slamming the steel chair across his face! The Evolution of Evil staggers back quite a few steps but impressively stays on his feet! FIW’s Russian Jackal unleashes a rapid fire of steel chair shots to the top of Prime’s skull. He is relentless with these shots until his challenger is down on the canvas.

CL: Holy shit! That might’ve caved Prime’s fucking skull in!

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JH: But not without a price!

Quickly Ragin’ looks around to see why the bell is being rung and sees Tony staring right at him from the canvas as he calls for the bell. The veteran slams the chair against the mat in frustration and looks like some one crapped on his parade.

CM: Ha! Serves you right!

MA: Your winners by disqualification…XTREME KIIIIIIIIITTENNNNNNNNN AND PRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMME~!!! But…still your FIW Tag Team Champions of the World…RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAGIN’ AND KAAAAAAAAAAAILLLLLLLEEEEEEEY~!!!

Kailey starts to stir and gets to her feet, hearing the announcement and getting a look around the ring, it doesn’t take long for her brain to register what happened. A frown finds its way onto her face as she storms over to Ragin’. Roughly she pokes him on the chest and gives him a piece of her mind that is blocked out from the music. Clarke hands the two their respective titles and Lane bolts from the ring as quick as she can.

CM: Kitten and Prime might not be champs, but they still won!

JH: It looks like Kailey isn’t quite as happy with this outcome as you are Chip.

CL: No, it looks like Ragin’ fucked up.

The Master of Rage stands in the ring alone, staring down at the championship in his hand, his fist clenches tightly around it and he heads to the back too. Mean while Prime rolls out of the ring, clutching his skull when Kitten gets to his feet and shoves the bigger man. In no mood to be shoved, Prime shoves the former UIC right back and roars out at him. Kitten shoves him for a second time and for his trouble gets punched by Prime!

JH: Looks like the winners are having a bit of an argument!

CL: I wouldn’t be too happy either if I thought my team mate hit me with a steel chair on purpose.

Xtreme Kitten answers the punch with an elbow strike, and that’s when all hell breaks loose and Prime returns the favor. Much to the delight of the London crowd the two start hammering away on each other with elbow strikes and punches. Slowly but steadily they make their way to the entrance way where security jumps the two. It takes a few moments but they just barely manage to restrain both men as they still try to get at each other.

CM: Come on guys, can’t we all just get along?!

JH: This doesn’t seem to be over for either man!

CL: Well, it is for tonight.
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CM: Well, folks… that’s the end of the show.

CL: Apart from it isn’t…

CM: Eh?

JH: Toan is putting his Dual Crown Championship on the line in an unsanctioned match… it’s not even on the match listings but it’ll happen, regardless if it’s on the records or not.

Michael Anderson takes centre stage…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, our Main Event of the evening is unsanctioned by the FIW management and is for the FIW Dual Crown Championship…

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

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

CL: London must have smelt him coming a mile off…

JH: Oh, please… enough with these body odour jokes about Elrick, it’s been done to death.

The infamous quote from Christian Bale's role in American Psycho is heard around the arena...

[align=center]"The pain is constant and sharp... and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.

In fact... I want my pain to be inflicted on others..."
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The tunes of “New Age Messiah” by Sentenced 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 with the FIW Dual Crown Championship strap on his shoulder and his mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado in a sleeveless referee’s shirt, alongside him

Toan stands on the top of the walkway, looking out at the people in attendance with an apathetic scowl… before raising his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the stage to erupt!

As they then die down the Deathmatch Bastard lowers his arms and walks down the walkway, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur or threat as LOBO follows nearby… advising possible lawsuits as a result of Toan make good of his threats aren’t good for company image along the way.

LOBO takes his position in a neutral corner 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 and throws them to a ring monkey on the outside as he places the Dual Crown Championship at his feet and leans in the bottom turnbuckle of his corner for the match to start.

Michael Anderson raises the microphone up to his mouth once again…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following singles contest is scheduled for one fall… with a thirty-minute time limit and-

Anderson’s introductions are soon cut off as Toan has hoisted himself out of his corner and snatches the house mike off him…

Toan: No, no, no… I asked for this match specifically so I could show all of the United Kingdom and all of the wrestling world just what exactly is the truth behind the “Horrorcore Revolution” in wrestling… and how it died at my hands in Tokyo.

This match is unsanctioned so therefore, as the champion and importantly being the man with stroke around here, this match is to be contested under my rules or everyone in Wembley Stadium can go home and blame anyone but me for just walking out of a match that’s not even going to be put on the record books, OK?


Toan slams the microphone back to Anderson and mutters something to him before returning to his corner allowing Michael Anderson to carry on with the introductions.

MA: This contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit for the FIW Dual Crown Championship Title and Belt… and will be contested under the European Catch-As-Catch-Can Rounds System… each round will be three minutes in duration.

A few “oohs” and “ahhs” from the crowd are heard… and who wouldn’t be impressed, given that this country was renowned for such matches.

JH: Right, I think we’d best do our best Ken Walton impressions now.

CL: OK… it’ll make a change of pace, I guess.

CM: Ken WHO?!?

Nonetheless, introductions…

MA: Introducing first on my right and in the blue corner… he weighs in tonight at nineteen stone, from Leamington Spa… CHRIS ELRICK!!!

Despite the odd change in Michael Anderson’s usual emphatic announcement it doesn’t fault the cheers of the Southern audience for the fan favourite in Elrick.

MA: And his opponent to my left and in the red corner… he weighs in at sixteen stone, from the Kingdom of Pain… the FIW Dual Crown Championship Title holder… TOAN!!!

Although there are a few cheers for the native wrestler, the majority of them are drowned out by the boos of the audience…

MA: And introducing, your referee for this contest… LOBO Malvado. Thank you.

LOBO gets his usual boos which Max Ward would be rolling in his grave about… Michael Anderson exits the ring before the shaggy-haired mastermind motions for both wrestlers to approach the centre of the ring. A ring monkey grabs the Dual Crown belt to make sure nobody does their finisher on the title belt early on the match…

LOBO then starts to discuss with both of them.

LOBO: Right, OK… no closed fists, release holds when I tell you to and try not to stay on the mat for too long.

Elrick: That’s right, you tell him.

LOBO: I’M TELLING YOU BOTH!!

A few rounds of laughter come from the cartoon-like joke as both champion and challenger look a little surprised by LOBO’s outburst

LOBO: OK… shake hands and go back to your corners.

Toan and Elrick flip each other the proverbial one-finger salute before walking back to their respective corners to which the Jewish mastermind assuming the official role merely shrugs his shoulders

LOBO: Or just flip each other off and go back to your corners… either way works.

Ring the bell!


LOBO signals for the bell to ring as Michael Anderson takes his position at the time keeper’s table before giving one final announcement…

MA: Seconds away… Round One.


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


Both Toan and Elrick come out of the corners and begin circling around one another… Toan teases a single leg takedown but Elrick skips out of the way before they start circling once again.

Soon enough they grapple up in the collar and elbow tie-up before the Hardcore Zeus of FIW immediately cinches in a wristlock on the much bigger opponent… to which Elrick grab his arm to use his strength advantage to prevent it from being twisted in a direction not meant to be twisted as a slight pained expression creeps across his face.

LOBO goes to ask for a submission but is unable after Elrick rolls threw to elevate the pressure off his left wrist and gets back to a standing position… he then uses his elbow to push down on the top of Toan’s left forearm to break the hold and twist into a wristlock of his own.

CL: My God… Elrick can wrestle?!?

JH: Excellent reversal to the wristlock… a fundamental, yet often overlooked move in the sport of wrestling today.

CM: *yawns*

Although initially surprised at the show of chain-wrestling by the Career Killer of FIW, Toan manages to prevent Elrick from snapping his wrist in an instant by doing the same thing but his weight disadvantage comes into play as he almost hops on one leg to prevent himself from going over…

Immediately Toan rolls threw to counter the pressure applied as quick as a cat before grabbing hold of Elrick’s left wrist and using his right foot to break the hold in the style of one of his childhood idols, Johnny Saint… shifting his weight into a kneeling position, Toan forces Elrick down to his level whilst keeping the pressure applied.

CM: Hey, I thought they weren’t allowed to be in a kneeling position in this match…

CL: No, that was just Maj being an idiot or The General just misinterpreting Toan explaining the rules… you can actually go to a kneeling position or lower just as long as you’re in physical contact with your opponent.

JH: And a lot of the hold/counter-hold wrestling used by classical British wrestlers took advantage of these rules… much like, I assume, we’ll see as this contest goes on.

Toan sneers at Elrick as he attempts to crank more pressure on the left wrist of his opponent but, like before, Elrick stops that from happening by pushing twisting his arm the way it should bent using his strength advantage…

Chris Elrick stands back up to his feet, keeping hold of his cranked wrist before running around the kneeling body of the Dual Crown Champion to counter the pressure and break into a wristlock of his own!

CL: Damn! Another one! Am I dreaming?

JH: Fantastic reversal by Elrick…

CM: Hmm… this isn’t all that bad so far, I guess.

Toan practically growls in pain as he stands back up immediately, twist his body so his back is to his opponent, bringing his arms around his head whilst still in the wristlock… using his elbow to break the hold first, Toan then Snapmares the bigger Elrick down to the mat but soon falls over back on the canvas with Elrick still holding onto his left wrist!

Evidently, Elrick had enough sense to link the fingers…

Chris Elrick keeps a hold of Toan’s wrist with one hand before bending back the fingers of his left hand, getting a slight pained expression on the champ’s face… LOBO is there to ask for a submission and gets nothing from his client.

Toan shifts his weight to get to a standing position, Elrick keeping hold of the arm but switches to a front wristlock to sustain the pressure on the wrist…

The Deathmatch Bastard squats slightly a few times before leaning down and using his leg to reverse the hold in much a similar manner as he did earlier to clamp on the wristlock back onto the challenger.

CM: I’m confused… how the hell did he do that??

CL: Look, it’s quite simple… he’s using his legs as leverage to break the wristlock as his arms alone can’t do that again Elrick. As much as I hate to give that smelly bastard credit…

JH: Indeed it is a smart strategy by Toan… the legs are six to eight times stronger than the arms in the human body and it’s probable that his legs would be as strong as Elrick’s massive arms.

Having gotten the wristlock on, Toan takes the time to wrap his right hand around the fingers of Elrick’s hand trapped in the wristlock, twisting it before yanking down hard to paint the proverbial picture of pain on the face of one Chris Elrick…

Sensing immediate danger, Elrick steps in with a Drop Toe Hold, forcing the Dual Crown Champion to abandon the wristlock to stop himself from falling on his face… allowing Elrick enough time to float over and into a side headlock with Toan’s stomach facing the canvas!

The London crowd applaud the skill displayed alongside a very respectful chant that’d have the Crabtree Family smiling…


[align=center]World Of Sport! World Of Sport! World Of Sport![/align]


Toan attempts to get up in order to escape the hold, but Elrick keeps hold of the headlock and stands up with the reigning Dual Crown Champion… backing up against the ropes, Toan then shoots Elrick off hard and looks to follow it up with something but his opponent’s deceptive speed for a man his size comes into play and sends him back down to the centre of the ring canvas with a shoulder block.

Elrick heads to the ropes in an attempt to follow up (quite illegally) but Toan skims the canvas towards Elrick’s feet in an attempt to trip him up but the Career Killer of FIW hops over and turns around… Toan gets back to his feet and turns around straight into a Side Headlock Takedown by Elrick!

JH: Elrick out-smarted Toan with that one… and a headlock takedown takes the reigning champion down to the canvas!

CL: Did you say “Elrick” and “out-smarted” in the same sentence? Now I know I’m dreaming…

Toan shifts his weight so he can get back up onto his feet again before shoot Elrick off the ropes like he did before… this time choosing to leapfrog over his much bigger opponent, turns around and against straight into the Headlock Takeover by Chris Elrick!

The reigning Dual Crown Champion lets out an exasperated groan as he does the same as before and shoots Elrick off to the ropes, taking a shoulder block, kipping up and taken down into the Headlock Takeover but immediately cinches in a Leg Scissors on the bigger Chris Elrick!

Initially quite proud that he out-smarted Elrick, his efforts are soon undermined as Elrick shifts his weight to roll out of the leg scissors and straight back into that grounded side headlock much in the style of Dean Malenko.

Toan growls in both pain and anger as he shifts his body weight back to the standing position… LOBO asks for a submission before his client motions him over with his finger.

Getting closer, LOBO then gets his hand grabbed by his client which he instinctively pulls back and thus inadvertently assists Toan to escape the side headlock!

CM: Ha-ha! What a wrestling genius!

CL: That’s… pretty smart, I’ll give him that.

JH: Toan now using LOBO for leverage to escape holds… though judging from the look on LOBO’s face, he wasn’t sure what his client was doing at all.

Straight away Toan clamps on the Side Neck Vice which everyone likes to call the Cravate (pronounced by Ken Walton as “grovet” strangely enough) and begins cranking away at the neck of his opponent with one of the most under-utilised holds in wrestling today…

He then kneels down on his right knee before taking Elrick over with a Snapmare Takeover, grabbing onto the left-hand of his opponent and linking his hand with his own… before rolling over to the side and slamming the wrist of the Career Killer into the canvas, keeping the fingers linked…


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


CM: What’s this?

JH: End of Round One.

CM: Oh, like boxing rounds?

JH: Yeah, but they only get thirty seconds between rounds to rest.

LOBO asks Toan to release the hand… the Hardcore Jesus merely looks over with an apathetic glance under his unkempt dirty-blonde locks before just shrugging and carefully placing Elrick’s hand on the ring canvas and using his foot to break the link of fingers though neglects to release the foot on his arm as he steps over, putting his full weight on the wrist before walking to his corner.

Elrick, as you can expect is not pleased about the disgusting lack of sportsmanship shown by his opponent as he gets up and walks to his corner, shaking his wrist to get some feeling back in it.

Both wrestlers get a bottle of water handed to them to drink and spit into a bucket as sweat is wiped off them from a towel used by their ring monkey seconds as the rest period goes on…

JH: I have to say, up until just before the round ended… Elrick really got the better of Toan which, I think surprised him considering that all their previous encounters have been matches with virtually no rules.

CL: Absolutely… I’m surprised myself that Elrick even knew what a wristlock is, let alone how to reverse it.

CM: So… when do they do all the weird and interesting counters again, those are cool.

JH: We can assume those will come in the following round… that’s if they keep up this slow pace at the moment. The amount of rules tends to require wrestlers take their time as not to make any mistakes that would be unfavourable to them in this contest.

CL: Yeah, but don’t expect this match to go on for like hours or anything… Toan’s and Elrick are conditioned enough to go on for ages but once tempers start to flare up, you can be sure that neither of them will last long throwing forearms and shit.

Michael Anderson’s voice then is heard again…


MA: Seconds away… Round Two.


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


Toan and Elrick come out of their corners… almost immediately going into the collar and elbow lock-up that Elrick gets in a rolling wristlock that he immediately turns into a back hammerlock.

The reigning Dual Crown Champion grits his teeth in pain as he leans to try and elevate the pressure off his arm being cranked… before deciding to squat down and grab his right leg which he pulls up, tucking it on top of Elrick’s arms pulling his arm up to use as leverage to break the hammerlock and reverses into a hammerlock of his own on the much bigger challenger.

LOBO asks for a submission from Elrick who replies with a firm “no” as he clutches his shoulder, slapping it a few times to get some feeling back in it as the Hardcore Jesus pushes his arm up behind his back…

Elrick turns around in an attempt to reverse the hammerlock before leaning over and putting himself in a standing headscissors so he can Back Body Drop the reigning Dual Crown Champion over his head to reverse the hold!

JH: Beautiful reversal!

CL: Wait!

We need not wait that long as we see that Toan, sensing an opportunity, grabbed hold of Elrick legs and pulled him down into a Sunset Flip (or Rolling Double Leg Nelson if you prefer Ken Walton’s analogy of the hold) into a pinning predicament!


[align=center]ONE![/align]


But Elrick shifts his weight into a pinning predicament, pulling on Toan’s legs to make the pin!


[align=center]ONE![/align]


Toan shifts his weight back, putting Elrick back into the Sunset Flip pin predicament and shouting “I’ve got him!” to LOBO so he can count!


[align=center]ONE![/align]


Elrick rolls back to take his shoulders off the canvas and moves forwards into a pin we refer to as either a Folding Press or Prawn Hold!


[align=center]ONE![/align]


Toan immediately kicks out which Elrick avoids getting kicked in the face by cartwheel in the style of Bam Bam Bigelow (R.I.P) to stay on his feet!

Straight away Toan snaps in a Side Headlock before he gets shot off to the ropes… Elrick leans over for another Back Body Drop but Toan leaps over and into another Sunset Flip pin!!


[align=center]ONE! TWO![/align]


Elrick rolls backwards to escape getting pinned and goes into another under-utilised move in the Jack Knife Pin!!


[align=center]ONE! TWO![/align]


Toan shifts his shoulders off the canvas and uses his knees to pin Elrick’s shoulders to the mat from the MMA Full Mount Position!


[align=center]ONE! TWO![/align]


Elrick shifts his legs up and takes the reigning Dual Crown Champion into the same Sunset Flip pinning predicament he got in earlier but Toan kicks back with his legs and pushes his feet down on Elrick’s shoulders to get a pin of his own, but neglects to get his own shoulders off the canvas!!

LOBO has no choice but to count a double-pin!


[align=center]ONE! TWO![/align]


Both men get their left arms off the canvas… but then they go down when the other pushes it down!


[align=center]ONE! TWO![/align]


Again they get the shoulder up, this time the right… same result as they push it back down!


[align=center]ONE! TWO![/align]


Nope, this time both arms are off the canvas! And again they go down!


[align=center]ONE! TWO![/align]


Yet again… both shoulders are up! The audience chuckles slightly at the slightly hilarious persistence of the wrestlers to pin one another before Elrick and Toan give up on attempting to pin one another to get back up onto both feet.

JH: What a… very interesting series of pin attempts by both wrestlers.

CM: Ha-ha-ha! That was cool.

Both wrestlers tie up in the centre of the ring before the Hardcore Jesus shoots down into a single leg takedown into a standing ankle pick…

Elrick shakes his head before LOBO can even ask for a submission before twisting over onto his belly, pushing his body up using his arms and using his other leg to elevate Toan down straight into a Side Headlock!

Straight away, the Career Killer of FIW sends the Hardcore Jesus down to the ring canvas with a Headlock Takeover that Toan immediately counters with a leg scissors.

Having been in the position before Elrick shifts his weight and goes into a perfect handstand to both his opponent’s and the audience’s surprise that, in turn, he uses to escape the hold and back off as he lets go of the reigning Dual Crown Champion sat on the canvas.

Being in the position that he is, Toan starts getting counted by LOBO Malvado as he’s not in a standing position.


[align=center]One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…
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Toan shifts his position so he is kneeling on one knee, keeping his eye on LOBO counting…


[align=center]Six…

Seven…

Eight…

Nine…
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Toan stands straight back onto his two feet…

Toan: …and a half.

LOBO and some of the audience snigger at the obnoxious humour… or probably because he’s blatantly taking advantage of the rules of the contest in a humorous way.

Circling one another once again, the two combatants tie up in the centre of the ring before Toan just breaks the lock up with a heavy European-style Uppercut to the jaw of his bigger opponent that resounds a thug across the entire arena!

Elrick responds in kind with a Forearm Smash of his own! Toan with the receipt! Elrick with a discount coupon! Toan is on rubbery legs (or so we’re willing to believe) before Elrick rears back a closed fist…

LOBO: NO, ELRICK!

The Career Killer looks over to the shaggy-haired referee/mastermind and realises he was in the wrong… but still he asks the obvious question.

Elrick: Only one, ref.

LOBO: No! Not even one!

A few chuckles come from the audience for Elrick’s humorous response before he gallantly clamps on the Side Headlock on his opponent that shakes the proverbial cobwebs after getting put in the hold.

To escape, Toan kicks at the back of the knee of Elrick’s nearest leg before cart wheeling out of the hold… leaving Elrick in a kneeling position which Toan, quite illegally, kicks him in the back of his head.

However, much to his surprise, LOBO steps in to… politely inform him that was an illegal follow-up.

CL: LOBO is telling Toan he broke a rule? This IS a dream then…

JH: That’s surprising, really… I would have thought LOBO being on Toan’s side, he would have let that go.

Toan initially looks quite exasperated by his stooge’s reprimand of him but soon enough nods in affirmation and gives a presumably fake apology, even offering to help Elrick up, even though he’s back to a standing position already.

The Deathmatch Bastard circles around Elrick, checking the top and middle rope on one of the sides before locking up with his challenger… Elrick then uses his strength advantage to push the reigning Dual Crown Champion to the ropes who, in a flash, turns the tables and forces Elrick’s left arm over and underneath the top rope before pulling on the middle rope to bind the Career Killer’s arm on the ropes…

JH: Toan taking every advantage he can get! Be them legal or in this case, blatantly illegal!

CM: Ha-ha! That’s smart strategy there!

JH: Strategy my ass… that’s just plain cheating!

LOBO runs over and, as a good (if not slightly bias) referee can do to assist in the problem where Elrick is stuck in the ropes which are damaging his arm more and more as his face tells quite graphically as each seconds passes…

Toan, on the other hand, seems to be doing everything he can to keep him in though soon enough, despite the masses of boos from the audience, Elrick is free and clutches desperately at his injured left arm.

LOBO and Toan exchange words as Elrick lays strewn in pain on the canvas…

LOBO: Was that really necessary?

Toan: Probably not, but at I’m in control again.

LOBO: Well, what am I going to do now?

Toan: Beats me… use your imagination.

Toan then grabs Elrick as he stands back up and cranks on an Armbar into Takedown to work on the already injured arm as LOBO walks over to the time keeper’s side of the ring and exchanges a brief set of words with them…

Michael Anderson’s voice then comes on the PA system…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, LOBO Malvado has given his first Public Warning to the champion, Toan!

As soon as Toan hears Michael Anderson’s announcement, he stares at his stooge with an odd glance, motioning with his head to come over to him…

Toan: Was that really necessary?

LOBO: Well, you DID tell me to use my imagination.

Toan: …next time, just do as I say.

And with that said, the bell rings…


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


JH: End of Round Two… thankfully.

Toan sighs as he hears the bell but smirks lightly as he releases the hold, placing it down on the canvas and stomping on the already injured arm before walking over to his corner as Elrick writhes in pain on the canvas…

He manages to get to his corner and is tented to as best his second can as his opponent confidently spits water into the bucket provided by his second.

CL: You can bet Toan will go after that arm again…

CM: He’d be a fool if he doesn’t.

JH: Nobody in their right mind would ever question Toan’s wrestling abilities but in the same light they would never question the integrity, or lack therefore of, he has.

After the rest session, Michael Anderson’s voice comes on the PA system…

MA: Seconds away… Round 3!


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


Elrick favours his arm as he comes out of the corner to wrestle… they both lock-up in the collar and elbow tie-up that the reigning Dual Crown Champion takes over in a collar and elbow takedown straight into a wristlock.

Toan places the arm flat on the canvas before placing a foot on the joint the injury was inflicted on, taunting telling his opponent to get up before hitting a Double Foot Stomp straight on the joint.

Elrick lets out an agonised yell, rolling onto his stomach to protect the injured limb as the Hardcore Jesus yells at him to get up on his feet… teasingly going to kick him but knowing that the follow-up rule is in effect.

Showing tremendous heart, Elrick forces himself to get back up to canvas where Toan immediately grabs a hold of his injured limb and into a hammerlock, straight into a Modified Chickenwing Crossface to focus his attack straight on that injured appendage.

JH: Toan with a modification of a Chickenwing Crossface, effectively trapping Elrick’s already injured arm behind his back.

CL: I’m kind of split between a rock and a hard place here… on one side, I want Elrick to break out and suplex his head off but on the other side I want Toan to rip his arm off…

LOBO asks for a submission from Elrick who shakes his head and verbally states he won’t submit, forcing Toan to crank up the pressure on the left-arm… but still doesn’t get a submission from the potentially crippling hold.

Toan releases the hold, keeping hold of the targeted arm before just yanking down hard with an elbow jar that sends the challenger down onto one knee, forcing LOBO to administer the count.


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And Elrick is up, straight away the reigning Dual Crown Champion is on the onslaught with an Armlock that gets turned into an Arm Drag straight into an Angry Stomp right on the arm.

LOBO is about to administer the count when Toan illegally follows up with a Soccer-style kick to the ribs of his fallen opponent and drags him back up… LOBO politely informs Toan of the infraction to which his client pays no mind and places Elrick’s arm behind his back as he leads him to the ropes before hitting a modified version of a Hip Toss that lands the Career Killer straight on that injured arm!

JH: Hip Toss right on that arm!

CM: Yeah, we can see that! Dumb ass…

LOBO and Toan exchange words as Elrick slowly tries to get back to his feet… onto be met by a heavy Forearm Smash to the face by the Hardcore Jesus who repeatedly strikes him into a corner.

Toan Irish whips him across to the opposite turnbuckle before running into follow up with a Jumping Forearm Smash… only to get slammed back down to the canvas hard with a Samoa Joe-style One Arm Slam!!!

The crowd come alive as Toan rolls back onto his feet to be taken back to the canvas with a running Yakuza Kick by the Career Killer of FIW!! Straight away Toan pops back up, either out of sheer awesomeness of being the Deathmatch Bastard he is or out of sheer surprise at the surprise offensive move by his opponent and turns straight into an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex by the challenger!!

CL: Oh, that God… I thought I wouldn’t be able to do this in this match… SUPLEXXXXXXXXXXXAH!!!!

Toan’s body bounces like a skipping stone across the canvas as Elrick gets up, still favouring his left-arm as he waits the reigning Duel Crown Champion to get back up on his feet.

LOBO gives Toan the count as he favours his back on the canvas…


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Four…
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Toan rolls over and gets onto both knees, still in pain from those heavy slams earlier on…


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Toan gets back onto his feet and takes a shoulder block by Elrick that slams him into the corner turnbuckle. Elrick grabs the arm and whips Toan heavy into the opposite turnbuckle… but the defending champion hops onto the middle-rope and switches his momentum to turn to his opponent as Elrick comes in.

Toan ducks down and crawls under the legs of his opponent, swiftly getting back up on his feet as Elrick turns around… the Hardcore Jesus snatches both of Elrick’s hands in a Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock, instantly kicking away Elrick’s right arm with his left leg, using the same leg to push the left-arm down and snaps in a quick headlock on the opponent.

From there, Toan switches back around so he is facing the Career Killer’s back before leapfrogging over and crawling back under his feet…

Elrick, predictably confused, turns around to go for a single leg… but Toan manages to spin over his head and into a School Boy pin!!!


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TWO!!

TH- NOO!!!
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JH: So close! Only two!!

Toan gets up as Elrick does as well… seeking to keep the momentum moving, he runs to the ropes to get a head of steam and takes Elrick down with a Flying Cross Body Press!!


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TWO!!

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Toan slams his hand against the mat before getting back up and running for the ropes again… Elrick stands up and gets caught with another Flying Cross Body Press!!


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THREE!!!

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JH: Damn it, only two!!

Sensing the end is near, Toan runs towards the ropes for a third time and comes with another Flying Cross Body… only to meet the ring canvas as Elrick ducks under it!!

Toan clutches his ribs in pain as Elrick motions for him to get up…

Undoubtedly, Toan does and gets whipping across to the ropes… but he managed to switch the momentum and send Elrick to the ropes!

The defending Dual Crown Champion darts across the ring to the ropes parallel to him, sort of sending both him and his opponent in a zigzag sequence across the ring which folk who either are fans of World Of Sport or have seen Eugene matches will recognise.

A few chuckles come from the London audience as they run back and forth…

Toan dives at the feet of Elrick, who swiftly hops over them… the champ gets back up and leapfrogs over his opponent just in time before rolling up in a very peculiar little ball of sorts.

Elrick comes back and stops before he’s tripped over by the odd looking Toan-shaped ball in the middle of the ring that extends a hand to him… he grabs the arm (as we all know we shouldn’t but still do because we’re tired and tend to do stupid things when tired) before Toan uses his legs to throw his challenger over and into a tight pinning predicament!!!!


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CM: He got him!!!!

MA: Your winner by pin fall and still FIW Dual Crown Champion…TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

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CM: That’s not Toan’s music!

CL: It certainly fucking isn’t!

Out from behind the curtain Prime saunters out and has an enigmatic expression on his face as he looks out at Toan. The reigning Dual Crown Champion is handed his belts by LOBO while he stares back at the monster at the entrance way. FIW’s Hardcore Jesus whispers some thing to Malvado and his manager helps him to his feet. Despite looking tired, Toan does his best to look threatening and ready for a fight, which gets a smirk from the Evolution of Evil.

JH: It’s the number one contender for Toan’s titles! It’s Prime! What is he doing out here?!

CM: Why is he smirking at Toan?!

CL: What am I, Miss Cleo? How the fuck should I know?

London’s crowd steadily buzzes in rumblings of what Prime is doing out here. They get their answer when he slowly lifts up his massive hands and applauds Toan. Even Toan looks a bit puzzled by this praise from his soon to be challenger.

CM: What the heck? He’s…clapping?

JH: Erm…didn’t expect this kind of sportsmanship from Prime of all people…

Prime continues to applaud and mouths the words “Two months Toan, two months”, stopping to hold up two fingers. Red Cell’s former commander’s expression turns to a stare as Prime chuckles to himself and returns applauding Toan’s efforts.

CL: If I was that scrawny pencil necked limey, I’d be worried right about now for what Prime has in store for him.

CM: He’s not and neither am I! Toan is a godsend and will take care of Prime!

JH: Things are already starting to develop as we head towards Anarchy in the UK Two Thousand and Seven!

CL: Fuck yeah, and in any case, for Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance, we’ll see you next week…you wouldn’t FUCKING DAR-

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Scott Draven

Transfer

All Stocks
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These six words are amongst thousands, possibly millions that filter across the screen as the pieces of paper they are in are sent through a faxing machine. Gently the camera pans out to reveal the faxing machine is on top of a desk in a dark and gloomy setting. This setting that is the boiler room and is also the currently residing office of the Temp General Manager, Krähe. Speaking of which, behind the desk and along side the shadows is the masked man, looking some how gloomier than normal.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... It is done… kssshhhhhk... I sent the papers to the main office to be finalized…kssshhhhhk...

????: Good…good my boy, every thing fell into place just as we predicted it would.

Amongst the abyss a single small flame lights suddenly and just as suddenly dies out, leaving in it’s stead a lit cigarette.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Yes, Draven never suspected a thing… kssshhhhhk... He trusted me to a fault…kssshhhhhk... Just as you said he would…kssshhhhhk... But, do you think it wise to give Toan the bit of power we did?.. kssshhhhhk...

A smoke stifled cackle comes from the elderly sounding gentleman in the shadows.

????: A psychopath like Jason Moore is of no threat to us, he is too simple minded to be. No, we rid ourselves of the last threat to us and our plans when we disposed of our dear Mister Draven. If he becomes an annoyance…we’ll simply toss him out like we did to poor naïve Scott…

Another batch of smoke stifled cackling comes from him and he flicks his cigarette, causing some of the ash at the end to drop to the floor.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Do you really think that is healthy… kssshhhhhk... They say those are deadly for some one of your age…kssshhhhhk...

Just barely traces of what looks like the man’s head turns and looks towards the man he has been in cahoots with.

????: I’ve cut back, but felt this is a occasion to celebrate, after all, it isn’t every day you become the owner of Full Intensity Wrestling. Besides…

This mystery man pauses to take a drag from his cigarette, nearly sucking it down to the filter.

????: You got what you desired out of this deal too, so be happy Mister Permanent General Manager. Perhaps you could go out and have a time of the London night life, I know of a few good places.

Krähe tilts his head to the side where the shadowy figure is and gets a smaller smoke stifled chuckle. This delighted chuckling slowly echoes and fades into the depths of the boiler room, signaling the man’s presence has left. Slowly FIW’s now permanent General Manager lowers his head and sits there for a few moments in silence aside from his breathing. He cranes his head to his right and the camera pans to it, revealing the Chief of Security, Lazaro…

However, the once mighty giant is kneeling off to the side and his skin holds a shade of deathly ill. The monstrous muscles that make up his arms have various wires plunged deep into them. Each wire trails back towards a machine that looks like some sort of life support system. Though that’s not the only difference, the skull cowboy is now wearing a mask more a kin to Krähe’s…


Lazaro: kssshhhhhk...kssshhhhhk...kssshhhhhk...kssshhhhhk...

On this dark and foreboding image of the two masked men the camera’s picture disincarnates into nothingness…

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