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ReVolt; 03-07-07
Topic Started: Mar 9 2007, 03:14 AM (440 Views)
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ReVolt’s opening doesn’t start up immediately like it usually does; rather a grainy and poor quality image fades into view. Despite the fact that it bares the FIW logo, the camera work and picture is certainly below their normal standard. Whoever is filming it also appears to be hiding behind a few things, trying to keep out of sight. This is all well and good except for the fact that it partially blocks the view.

As the focus is adjusted it becomes clear by the over head lights, the concrete and cement every where and the various cars, this camera man is in the parking garage. Though he isn’t alone in here as there are two figures standing several feet away from him in the garage. One of them is quite familiar to any one that’s been watching FIW for some time, after all he is a reigning champion, Onikage. The other man looks a bit older and is balding ever so slightly, deathly pale and is wearing very formal garbs.

While neither looks too heated, they do appear to be debating over some thing with each other. The older gentleman points downward at some thing, though the camera’s view is blocked as previously mentioned and thus it can’t be seen. Whatever it is, the Savior of Sorrow doesn’t seem to want to have any part of it. Regardless of his opinion the pale looking fellow keeps trying to convince him to the otherwise.

The champion falls silent after the man’s said his piece and stares down at whatever it is this man has with him tonight. Just when it looks like he is about to reply he stops in mid-pronouncing a word, both men hear some thing. They crane their necks directly in the path of where the camera man is secretly hiding and filming. Onikage turns his body and marches over towards the camera man as he quickly fiddles with the camera and shuts it off…
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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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CL: Ladies and gentlemen, despite the fact that we’re in the UK, I think we should take a moment of silence during the entrances for this match for fallen super hero and friend, Captain America.

CM: I concur.

JH: Sounds honorable.

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

Momoko appears from behind the curtain with her Stop Sign in one hand and a sickle and staple gun attached to each other by a chain on each of the handles.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a HARDCORE match, and is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first! From Saitama, Japan… MOOOMOOOKOOOO… WAAAAKAAAAARRIIIIIII!!!

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

Momoko upon reaching the ring places her sickle, staple gun and Stop Sign in her corner before climbing into the ring and to the middle rope of her corner’s turnbuckle.

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

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.
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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.
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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.

MA: And her opponent! From Denver, Colorado… he is the MILE-HIGH MADMAN… DRAKE! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!

[align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
(Oh-uh, Oh-uh)
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Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead.

[align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me.
This is what I thought, so think me naive
I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
[/align]

Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war.

[align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, )
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
(Oh-uh, Oh-uh,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep.
(Oh-uh, Oh-uh)
[/align]

CL: Well, that was meaningful. Were we the only three people involved in that?

JH: Um… I think so.

CL: *sighs* People just don’t respect comic book heroes anymore…

The bell rings and Momoko IMMEDIATELY bashes Drake in the head with a running stop sign shot.

CL: OH HOLY FUCK WHAT ORIGINALITY!! WHO SAW THAT COMING!?

CM: Shut up, you assdick! Momoko’s style is as effective as she is sexy!

CL: Well being that she looks like a puffy simian with a permenant case of cum-eye…

CM: STILL THY TONGUE!!

Drake crumples to the ground, ‘cuz let’s face it. He just got hit with a sign. Momoko places it on his head and hops up onto the second rope, bouncing off of it and driving a double foot-stomp into the sign, and consequently Drake’s face!

JH: Good lord! I’m never going to get used to these hardcore situations!

CL: This is tame, Hitchen. Nobody’s even broke out a light tube cactus yet!

Drake rolls out of the ring, taking a breather on the floor. Momoko follows him out, landing daintily after hopping over the top rope to the floor. She descends upon Drake, but gets a STEEL CHAIR TO THE FACE for her troubles!

JH: Smart tactic by Drake Love, dragging that steel chair out from under the ring and using it against Momoko!

Momoko wheels backward, giving Drake room to breathe. He rises and feints a shot with the chair to make Momoko dodge under it. Drake quickly redirects his shot and SMASHES Momoko in the skull with the weapon, flattening her to the protective mats! Drake tosses the chair to the side and shouts with intensity at the gathered crowd.

CM: Drake Love is so intense… why can’t he direct that intensity to a worthy cause, like destroying Nightmare or something?

JH: He’s working his way toward a victory with Momoko, and that’s all that matters to him.

Drake gets up on the apron, collecting Momoko’s sign on the way. He turns to face the rising pink-haired demon before shouting “CAN’T STOP THE LOVE!!” and leaping off the apron, CRACKING Momoko in the face with a sign-assisted shoulder block!

CL: *laughs* Oh, that’s priceless.

JH: Drake Love just hit a BIG move, he may have Momoko right where he wants her!

Drake grabs Momoko’s leg and rolls her up. Logan Black slides into position for the count…

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
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NO! Momoko kicks out at the LAST SECOND…







… but according to Black, it’s too late! The bell rings!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… DRAKE! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!!

Drake rises and pumps his fists in victory. He enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms to the crowd and riding the high of success. Unbeknowest to him, however, Momoko has snaked Orochi from somewhere and is stalking up behind him!

JH: Oh good lord, this is about to get NASTYLOOKOUTDRAKE!!

Momoko SLICES along Drake Love’s back, sending a crimson spray along her pretty pale face! Drake topples backward off the turnbuckle, landing right on his cut! He howls in pain and rolls over onto his stomach, which only gives Momoko license to take another thin slice out of Drake’s backmeat! Logan Black moves in, grabbing Momoko by the shoulders to stop her, but she shrugs him off and whips at him with Orochi, cutting HIM across the chest!

JH: Good sweet Christ! Logan Black just felt the sting of Orochi!

CM: What is it you peons don’t get about “can’t stop Momoko”?

The bell rings feverishly, but Momoko doesn’t care. She swings her weapon for a third time, cutting a third stitch of flesh from Drake’s back!

JH: Somebody stop her! There’s gotta be someone brave enough, someone heroic enough…

CL: Someone dumb enough?

As if on cue (mostly because it was), Ash Koopa and a strange-looking lumberjack-like fellow in a flesh-colored mask come jogging down to Drake Love’s aid, the latter wielding a two-handled saw and the former a sixteen-inch figure of Hulk Hogan by the leg, like a baseball bat. Momoko doesn’t like the odds and slinks out of the ring as they slide in, keeping eyes on them as she strafes to have her back toward the entrance. Ash and the strange lumberjack… um… monster? stand around Drake’s body, the lumberjack checking on him and Ash shouting warnings at the retreating Momoko.

CL: Well, it’s good to see that even the retarded can make friends here in FIW.

JH: Thank God for them, Ash and whoever his friend is! Who knows what could’ve happened to Drake Love!?
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?????: kssshhhhhk... Are you sure…kssshhhhhk... that is your…kssshhhhhk... decision on the matter?... kssshhhhhk...

Quickly the image fades into the sights and sounds of the eerie and brooding boiler room, more commonly now known as Krähe’s office. Speaking of whom, he is sitting behind his desk in all of his dark and horrifying glory. The master of wrathful security is kneeling beside his chair behind the desk, his eyes focusing on the same person as Krähe’s. This figure is standing before the desk like he is at those pearly gates, waiting for his final judgment, the loveable and slightly enigmatic Extreme Ninja #2.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Be certain my…kssshhhhhk... friend, this is what you want…kssshhhhhk... to do, as it could be a very unwise... kssshhhhhk... career move to not accept my generous…kssshhhhhk... offer…kssshhhhhk...

The three masked men stare at each other for quite a few moments before the Flycore Champion shakes his head. A deep and robotic like sigh creeps out from underneath Krähe’s two in one helmet and mask.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Very well…kssshhhhhk... then, if there is nothing…kssshhhhhk... I can do to change... kssshhhhhk... your mind on this, you may…kssshhhhhk... go…kssshhhhhk...

Extreme Ninja #2 nods his head and politely bows to the two men higher up on the FIW food chain than him and then takes his leave. As soon as the door clicks, signaling it shut, Krähe flicks his one index finger in a come here manner. Lazaro scoots across the floor on one knee a tad closer to the General Manager.

Lazaro: What is it, my master?

Gradually Krähe cranes his neck so he is tilting his head and quasi-facing his monstrous servant.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Put into action…kssshhhhhk... what I requested you…kssshhhhhk... to set up, just in case he declined... kssshhhhhk... make sure they understand perfectly what I want…kssshhhhhk... Lazaro…kssshhhhhk...

There is a stiffness to Lazaro’s movements when he lowers his head slowly in a bow to the masked man with all the power.

Lazaro: …Yes, my master.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... No one…kssshhhhhk... rejects an offer…kssshhhhhk... I made in a act of... kssshhhhhk... kindness and generosity and …kssshhhhhk... acts ungrateful and throws it back in my face…kssshhhhhk... without paying the price of such a disobedient action…kssshhhhhk... No onekssshhhhhk...

The camera zooms out on the image of the master and the servant, filming the two of them within this dark abyss for a few more moments before cutting away…

Michael Anderson takes centre stage and brings the house microphone up to his mouth…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Triple Threat Match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit… your referee is Michaela Menendez.

CM: God, she’s hot…

JH: None the less… we’ve a match to call and hopefully this three-way will prove to be an excellent contest.

Trumpets and drums blasts as Standing Ovation plays on the PA system. The lights fade into a light blue color as a white spotlight shines on the entranceway. Shaun walks out and the spotlight disappears as he walks to the three stairs. He stops and turns his back facing the entranceway as white pyro rains from the ReVoltrons. He then runs and slides into the ring, running and climbing onto the turnbuckles. He then backward flips off the ropes into the ring as he stretches and gets ready for his match.

MA: Introducing first… from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two-hundred and eight pounds… this is SHAWN… THE DYNAMO… WILLLLLLLLLLLLSOOOOOON!!!!

CL: The biggest loser in FIW since The Dragon last showed his face…

JH: Personally, I admire the guts this young man has… to have gone against the competition he’s had in his short tenure here and lasted as long as he had, I can’t help but feel maybe in a few years we’ll be mentioning this man’s name along with the greats of this sport.

CM: Yeah, like how people refer to The Brooklyn Brawler as being the greatest loser in the history of wrestling…

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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.

[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: And the opponent… from Fairfield, CT… weighing in at two-hundred and forty-pounds… MISTER PHENOMINAL… SEAAAAAN MADDROOOOOOOOXXX!!!!

CL: What can we say about Sean?

CM: Simply phenomenal!

JH: Phenomenal or not… I can’t help but feel disgusted at how Sean treats the fans, not to mention the other wrestlers.

The PA system kicks into life as the opening chords of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones echoes across the arena. Rising to their feet, the fans turn their attention toward the stage as the house lights turn to a bright shade of red. After a few seconds, 'The KoopaManiac' Ash Koopa steps through the gateway onto the stage playing in tune with the music on his air guitar. Reaching the edge of the stage, Ash pauses for a second and looks around the arena, then quickly makes his way down the steps whilst pointing out at the fans. Singing along with the lyrics of his entrance theme, Ash strolls along the aisle and slaps hands with the fans on either side as he makes his way toward the ringside area. As he reaches the ring, Ash veers left and begins scanning the crowd, before removing his headband and placing it on the head of a child in the front row.

Quickly bounding up the steps, Ash makes his way along the apron and ducks down to enter the ring between the top and middle ropes. Facing the main camera, Ash steps up to the ropes and begins posing for the fans, then fires off a thumbs up, before turning and stretching against the ropes as he waits for the match to begin.

MA: And the opponent… from Reading, England… weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-three pounds… The Koopamaniac… ASHHHHHHHHH KOOOOOOOOOOOOOPAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

CL: Someone fetch me a barf bag…

CM: Me too.

JH: His… eccentric behaviour aside, Ash Koopa is probably one of the best new-comers to FIW in the recent months.

Michaela searches all the competitors for foreign objects before signally for the bell…


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


Straight away, all three men start to go for the Greco-Roman knuckle lock… the three-way version.

Cautiously, Wilson links hands with the much bigger opponents who all force their power on each other… with Koopa and Madrox gaining the advantage over their much smaller adversary.

Sensing a chance, Wilson kicks the linked hands of the Koopamaniac and Mister Phenomenal to break the link before running forwards to the ropes… he then springs off in an attempt to possibly Arm Drag both men in some way but the momentum lands him on his feet.

Ash and Madrox pull Wilson in and attempt a Double Hip Toss but the smaller man lands on his feet and takes off to the ropes!

Both Ash and Madrox drop down to the mat, with the Dynamo just barely hopping over both of them… both heavyweights get back up and, surprisingly, leapfrog over the charging cruiserweight!

CL: Ole?

CM: Don’t say that! We might get lynched in Scotland for that!

Shaun Wilson comes off the ropes and ducks a pair of clotheslines by both men and comes off the ropes with a flying headscissors onto Ash Koopa… but then switches over to Sean Madrox in mid-air and gives him an Arm Drag, sending him out of the ring!

The Koopamaniac immediately snaps on a Side Headlock before spinning around into a Back Hammerlock… Ash Koopa then lifts the Dynamo up onto his shoulder as if for a Back Drop before walking over to the ring-ropes where Sean Madrox is just getting up on the outside.

Ash then hits an Atomic Whip over the ropes sending Shawn Wilson towards Sean Madrox which, in mid-air, the Dynamo manages to convert to a Snapping Hurracanrana on the outside!!!

CM: Oh, my Gosh!!

CL: Agh! The logic of the move is incalculably unrealistic!

The Dynamo favours his knees as he stands back to his feet as The Koopamaniac poses for the crowd and Sean Madrox counts the number of stars spinning around his head.

Shaun Wilson picks up Sean Madrox who fires a right to the stomach and throws him back in the ring…

Ash sets on Sean Madrox straight away, peppering him with forearms to the face before whipping him across the ring and cutting him down with the Ash Bomber!!

JH: Ash Bomber!!

Nodding his head confidently, Ash gets a head of steam off the ropes and drops the ULTIMATE LEG DROP OF DOOM on the fallen Sean Madrox!!

Ash covers!!


[align=center]One!

Two!

Broken up by Shaun Wilson!
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CM: Just two!!!

CL: Ugh, mark…

Not being bothered in the slightest (well, maybe a little…) Ash picks Shaun Wilson up and applies a standing headscissors before hitting the ’88 Comeback Special, known as a Piledriver to you and me, on a rather sensitive spot of Mister Phenomenal…

Needless to say, Sean Madrox writhes in pain as Ash hooks the leg of Shaun Wilson…


[align=center]ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!
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MA: Your winner… ASH KOOPA!!!
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Abruptly the camera cuts away from the ringside area and to one of the many backstage areas of the arena in Scotland. For some unknown reason there appears to be a very large crowd of people huddled around some thing in this hall way. Some of them are merely various unknown FIW staff members and officials, though a few more well known ones are amongst them. One of them is Doctor McCoy, who looks like he is just caught up in them as he tries to get through them.

Rebecca Hunter moves and her head no longer blocks what is right in front of them all and that they are crowding around, a crate. To be exact a wooden delivery style crate, one big enough to fit some thing kind of larger object or living thing in. Not even moments after the camera gets a view of the crate a ripple occurs within the crowd. A figure gets to the front of all of them and partially blocks the view of the crate again.

When every one realizes who it is they each scatter to the winds, allowing Doctor McCoy to storm off finally too with a grumble under his breath. The person to cause this effect amongst the crowd is the FIW Undisputed International Champion. He is already in his ring gear for his up coming match later tonight when he sits down on a smaller crate beside the bigger one. However, a single person from the crowd remains and shuffles over to him, raising his micro phone.


Jeff Noon: Um…uh…erm…er…uh…

This stammering brings the eyes behind the leather mask’s attention onto the pitiful being that smells quite badly.

Onikage: Yes?

There is a hint of impatience in the masked oddity’s tone, which Noon picks up on and only further causes him to get more nervous.

Jeff Noon: Uh! I…um…er…was…uh…wondering what’s in the…uh…crate, is it…erm…your’s?

FIW’s Savior of Sorrow stares blankly at Noon for a few seconds in utter silence, causing Noon to start twitching in fear of what might be coming. He gets so worked up he actually starts sweating, beads of liquid running down the sides of his face. Eventually he gets a deep exhale out of the Straight Edge Artist and he reaches into his windbreaker. Carefully he pulls out a paper back novel and flips through the pages until he finds presumably his spot, beginning to read it.

Jeff Noon: Uh…Onikage…?

He doesn’t look up from his book to respond in a stern yet very monotone voice.

Onikage: Leave me alone.

Noon blinks a few times and he calms down, realizing he isn’t going to be harmed.

Jeff Noon: O-oh…okay…

The utterly pathetic interviewer turns his back to the champion and the mysterious crate and takes a step forward. However, he doesn’t get more than a handful of steps away before a muffled noise reaches his ears. Jeff spins around, looking frightful and nervous once more as he stares in horror at the crate. A sigh seeps out from behind the mask and Onikage places his masked face in his palm.

Jeff Noon: Did that crate just make a noise?!

Onikage shakes his head while still handing his masked face in his hand before pulling it back out, glaring up at Jeff.

Onikage: You heard nothing Jeffery, simply your over active imagination getting the best of you, understand? There was nothing you heard, now leave before I decide to make you apart of my art collection.

A woman like high pitched scream blasts out from Jeff’s mouth and he turns tail, running as fast as he can. Once he is out of sight the masked oddity turns his attention to the crate, glaring lightly at it.

Onikage: Stupid thing…

He jams an elbow into the side of the crate; causing it to shake slightly and another mysterious muffled noise come out from in it. The camera stays on the image long enough to see Onikage resume reading his book before cutting back to ringside…

MA: The following contest at FIW ReVolt is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, team number 1, first from Detroit, Michigan, he is YOUR FIW Flycore Champion…EXTREME! NINJA! NUMBER TWOOOOOOOOOO!

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 is 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~!”

JH: The Champ is here!!

CL: He’s not even the Dual Crown Champion! Are you kidding me?

[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.

As "Lose Control" by Evanesence turns on our normal closed gates at the entrance of our stage is open. Long black mesh looking material is drapped 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: His partner, from Cairo, Egypt, ZESBOCAAAAA DEVANI!

Zesboca shakes her lower half with the rythem 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 inbetween the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles.

CM: Honestly you have to be worried about Zesboca, by that I mean God help her if Graver gets tagged in.

JH: Psh, like Nightmare would let Graver get to Zesboca. He knows it would eat at Graver even more if he wasn’t allowed to attack Zessy during the match.

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

MA: On his way to the ring at this time, in the company of Chris Sanders, he hails from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds and represents the RRRRRREVOLUTIONNN, HE IS FIW'S PRINCE OF PAIN, NIGHTMAAAAAAARE!!!!

[align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!
YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE?
YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!
WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH!
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They linger for a few moments, Chris talking away as he normally does until Nightmare starts toward the ring, his manager following at a good pace. Nightmare tags hands with his fans until he reaches the ring, then he enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, flexing for the crowd as Chris Sanders claps, pointing up at him and continuing to promote him until he gets off the buckle, going to the other corner and jumping up so he can raise the Revolution 'R' handsign to the crowd, slamming it against his heart, then he goes to one more corner and raises the double devil horns, soaking in the adulation of the crowd before stepping off the buckle, taking off his coat and handing it to Chris so he can settle in the corner and watch the entryway with a scary amount of focus, ready to hurt somebody as Chris proceeds to start handing out merchandise to lucky ringside fans.

JH: Great ovation for Nightmare as always, though I’m positive hardly any of those cheers are directed at Chris Sanders for his attitude as of late.

CM: Why not? Chris has been a breath of fresh air if you ask me.

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


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

You're gonna get up and scream

You're gonna get up and...


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

[align=center]Who will survive and what will be left of them?
Apocalyptic dreams see the ordinary madness
Who will survive and what will be left of them?
I never lock the dogs when the wolf is in the darkness
Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire
Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire
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The guitars roar back in and the lights rise to showcase the Reject of FIW, Graver! He walks forward, observing the gathered fans before spitting disdainfully on the stage, causing a wall of flame to erupt behind him.

MA: Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... the REJECT of EFF-EYE-DOUBLEYOUUUU... ... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!!

The fans voraciously boo Graver's placid walk to the ring as he glares at them, sneering at one or two before finally entering the ring.

[align=center]I keep a close watch
On this
Heart of mine
I walk a line
I walk a line
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Graver paces around the ring, firing off a Cactus Jack-style "bang bang" hand motion before mounting the turnbuckle to stare disdainfully at the crowd. He dismounts and awaits the violence's beginning, Nightmare intelligently standing between him and Zesboca Devani before Zessy exits to the apron, deciding that the Flycore Champion will start the match.

JH: This guy shouldn’t even deserve to be alive, I don’t know what possessed Nightmare to agree to be his tag team partner.

CL: One can only hope it’s because he wanted a front row seat to Graver getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter. If he’s looking to form an alliance with this guy, then it’s official how truly fucking stupid Nightmare is.

It looks like Nightmare will start for his side as well as the bell sounds, but before Ninja has a chance to advance out of his corner Nightmare turns and tags Graver in! The crowd laughs as Graver looks pissed as hell that he has to fight Ninja and not Zesboca. Graver enters the ring slowly, looking from Ninja to Nightmare, the ref tells him to ‘wrestle’ and Graver shrugs, flicking Nightmare in the forehead after Nightmare’s exited to the apron, then he squares up and prepares to fight.

JH: For lack of a better word, Graver is being a prick here in the opening minutes simply because Nightmare tagged him in.

After only a few moments of hesitation Graver heads for Ninja, nailing him with a right cross to the jaw, then a rough toe kick that backs Ninja into the neutral corner, Graver follows his advantage up with another HARD punch to the face, flipping off the referee when the ref tells him to get out of the corner. Seriously, who follows that rule anyway? Regardless, Graver backs up a few paces and rushes Ninja, smashing him with a body splash in the corner, before following that up with a few rough stomps to the sternum.

CM: Graver seems to be taking over here..

Graver now picks Ninja roughly back up and just bullrushes him HARD against the turnbuckle, doing more damage to his back, then he pulls Ninja out to the middle of the ring and headbutts him HARD, sending him down. Again, Ninja is lifted to his feet, and Graver pushes him into the ropes before whipping him across to the other side, so that he can cook up a knockout punch but he doesn’t expect Ninja to springboard up onto the second rope and come flying back with a hurricanrana, spinning Graver to the mat!

JH: Spoke too soon, Chip! What athleticism by the Flycore champion!

CM: Come on, Grav—what the FUCK is Ninja doing?

Ninja seems to have gotten ahold of his sign and—yes, a dry erase marker, he scribbles quickly on the sign and holds it up revealing “BUST A MOVE!” which makes the crowd erupt, Ninja grooves over to the fallen body of Graver, even adding a spin and a Michael Jackson kick for good measure before flipping into a leg drop across Graver’s neck!

CL: That is so goddamn ridiculous. How did he survive in NGIW, by Cthulhu I ask you?

JH: Because the wrestling world’s never seen a talent like Extreme Ninja 2—Lookout, cover!

[align=center]1..

2..

KICKOUT![/align]


Ninja doesn’t let up however and picks Graver up, stunning him with a low sidekick before going to charge off the ropes but Graver grabs him by the back of his mask, pulling him back HARD onto his knee! Ninja ‘rebounds’ up into a sitting position, Graver backs off the ropes and connects with a kick to the face but doesn’t realize that Nightmare tagged himself in by slapping Graver on the shoulder! Nightmare enters the ring as Graver has a look on him like ‘You’re fucking shitting me’ once he’s realized he’s been tagged, and repeats the same sentence to Nightmare, only louder, Nightmare only shrugs and replies that ‘I tagged you, didn’t I?’, and Graver looks…well, perturbed would be a nice way to say it as he exits the apron, as Nightmare now takes over on Ninja, picking him up before hitting a scoop slam and following up with a cover..

[align=center]1..

2..

Shoulder up![/align]


CL: Obviously Nightmare’s going to use his strength to bully Ninja here, he’s got a good hundred pounds or so on the little weed so I expect Night to try to squash him into the mat. Of course Nightmare’s all respectable-like, the idiot that he is, so fat chance that that’s gonna’ happen.

Nightmare presses the advantage now by muscling Ninja into the corner, he hits a kick to the midsection and follows that up with a HARD chop to the chest, making Ninja grab at his chest in considerable pain. He doesn’t get a lot of refuge because he gets hit hard with another chop, then Nightmare pulls Ninja out and lifts him again for another slam but Ninja wiggles out of his grip and lands on his feet, dropkicking Nightmare in the back, Nightmare hits the turnbuckle chest first and turns around to see Ninja coming at him, Nightmare lowers his base and sends Ninja over his shoulder but the Flycore Champ lands all ninja-like on the apron, clocking Nightmare once in the back of the head with a forearm that staggers him towards the ring, Ninja springs up and flies toward Nightmare, nailing him with a plancha! Ninja stays on him with the pin…

[align=center]1..

2..

Power out by Nightmare![/align]


Ninja now tags Zesboca in, Zessy combining with Ninja to send Nightmare into the ropes together, nailing Nightmare with four feet in a double dropkick! Ninja exits to the ropes as of course Graver makes absolutely no attempt to help Nightmare, although he’s eyeballing Zesboca pretty closely, gripping the top rope so tight his knuckles appear to be turning white. Zessy now lifts Nightmare to his feet again and pushes him into the ropes, wanting to Irish whip him but Nightmare reverses it, Zessy comes back and takes a hiptoss but lands on her feet, trying to armdrag out of the hold, but Nightmare will not have it and pulls her into a double underhook, hurling her over him and to the mat with a suplex!

CM: I think Zessy’s learning really damn quick how strong Nightmare is!

JH: We’ve seen Nightmare manhandle men the size of Carl Lucas and Crackerjack with seemingly little to no strain!

Zessy pops up from the suplex and gets military pressed into the air, Nightmare obviously taking this opportunity to show off his strength, he holds Zessy high before SLAMMING her to the canvas, she gets up staggering and walks right into a SICK headbutt from Graver that floors her! Graver tries to get through the ropes to assault her more but the referee will not allow, Nightmare looking mad that Graver involved himself without tagging himself in. Regardless he drops down for the pin when the ref finally contains Graver..

[align=center]1..

2..

Stomp to the back of the head by Ninja![/align]


Ninja intelligently scoots to the outside of the ring after breaking the pin up, sending Nightmare chasing after him to the apron, this gives Zessy time to recover from the headbutt and wait poised for Nightmare, when he turns back around Zessy stuns him with a jawbreaker, then runs forward and spins him into the mat headfirst with a Tornado DDT! Zessy follows up by bouncing off the ropes near her corner and jumping into a senton splash, landing hard across Nightmare, she follows up that with a pin..


[align=center]1..

2..

HARD boot to the back by Graver![/align]


CM: Am I trippin’ or did Graver just save Nightmare?

JH: I can assure you it is not at all because Graver is coming to Nightmare’s aid.

Graver then makes the ‘clap’ sound you make when you fake a tag while the referee is dealing with Ninja who is arguing with him, as Zessy gets to a sitting position Graver winds up and kicks Zesboca hard across the back, making her yelp in pain, he picks her up and appears to be wanting to run her into the post shoulder first but Zessy reverses it by tucking into a forward roll and using her own momentum to shove Graver into the turnbuckle chest first! She then roughly grabs Graver and wings him into the post by the shoulder, sending Graver to the floor! As the referee is counting, Zessy gets back to her feet and backs into the corner where she tags Ninja back in, Ninja goes to the top rope in his corner so he can take out Nightmare but he’s caught in the middle of a cross body attempt, Nightmare shifts Ninja so he’s standing again instead of in the fair catch position, Nightmare charges him into the corner, then backs up and blasts him with a clothesline, knocking Ninja down to a sitting position.

JH: Nightmare may be about to make the biggest impact in the match—literally—even though he’s not the legal man!

Nightmare slaps his knee as he backs into the opposing corner diagonal from Ninja, the crowd chanting “O-LE, OLE OLE OLE” as he backs into the corner and then charges, slamming his braced knee across Ninja’s face, facewash style! However the impact apparently was too much on Nightmare’s knee as he goes down immediately grabbing at the injured limb, a loud curse escaping the Prince of Pain as he rolls into his own corner, the referee going to check on him, although strangely Chris Sanders is yelling at Graver to get up!

CM: Jesus Christ! Even though I hate Nightmare, that was some kind of impact! Where do you think Ninja’s face wound up?

JH: From the velocity of that impact, I’d say third row, second balcony! But Nightmare is in some serious trouble, his knee could be reinjured!

CL: Apparently there’s some kind of weight tied to his manager’s ass preventing him from coming to help, too!

Graver has been back up on the apron for a little while now and although he’s favoring his shoulder he sees an opportunity to hurt Zesboca, she’s hanging on the middle rope playing to the fans as she thinks she’s got this match in the bag for her team, Graver reaches through the ropes and tags himself in blindly, Nightmare rolling out of the ring in pain and having the referee follow him to make sure he doesn’t have to stop the match. Graver takes this opportunity shown to him by exiting the ring and grabbing a steel chair, he folds it up and takes it in the ring with him, tapping it on the mat, screaming at Zessy to turn around, she does and her eyes widen as Graver levels the chair at her but at the last second, Ninja puts himself in the way of the chair, eating steel and going down like a ton of bricks!

JH: Jesus what a shot! And with the referee’s back turned no less!

CM: Where the fuck did Ninja come from, and why did he take a chair shot for Zesboca?!

Although Ninja’s down for the count Graver looks surprised that he hit Ninja, surprised enough that he drops the chair and is looking around for Zessy but she’s on the top rope, poised like Spider Man, she jumps and scissor kicks Graver into the chair facefirst! He bounces off it like a Ping-Pong ball and lands still in the middle of the ring, Zessy quickly shoving the chair under the ropes to the floor before covering Graver, the referee seeing the cover and leaping in to count..

[align=center]1..

2..

3![/align]


MA: Your winners by pinfall, Zesboca Devani and the Flycore Champion, EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOOOOOOO!

“Lose Control” reprises as Zesboca thrusts her arms in the air, happy about the win although concern shows on her face for Ninja and for Nightmare in pain on the outside,
Regardless she climbs the ropes to celebrate with her fans, milking the win for all it’s worth as Ninja has the Flycore title draped over his barely moving form.
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FIW’s camera crew does a sweep across the image, cutting to else where and to be more specific, some where backstage. One of FIW’s EMTs and Zesboca Devani are helping the Flycore Champion to McCoy’s temp office for the week. Ninja still looks a bit knocked silly from the steel chair shot from Graver he took. Though his fellow triumphant tag team partner, Zesboca Devani looks troubled by some thing.

They walk for a couple of moments before the EMT nods his head and nudges it towards a technical box crate across the hall way from McCoy’s office. FIW’s former belly dancer gets what she wants and the two set EN #2 down easy on the crate. Devani makes sure he can sit up on his own as the EMT pats her on the back. She looks over her shoulder at the guy and he points a thumb towards Doctor McCoy’s office.


EMT: I’ll be right back, I’ll just let the doc know that we are here and the situation with your team mate here.

Lightly she nods her head to the man and forces a weak smile.

[align=center]”Okay, and thanks for your help.”[/align]

The EMT smiles back at her reassuring until he turns around and enters McCoy’s office. As soon as he is out of sight her expression returns to looking troubled and she looks back over at Ninja. With her at eye level with him due to kneeling in front of him she checks to see if she can find any bleeding from the chair shot to his skull.

[align=center]”Why did you go and do some thing like that…You didn’t need to endanger yourself, you could’ve let me take the shot then use it to get the advantage on that creep and get the win…”[/align]

She half mutters this to herself; perhaps it being the thing she is having trouble with wrapping her head around. Whatever is on her mind she is so caught up in she doesn’t even notice Ninja’s hand lifting up. Gently it pushes up on his mask and reveals his chin and his mouth, only then does she notice finally.

Extreme Ninja #2: …Because we’re friends.

Zesboca looks taken a back by such a sentiment mean while he quickly pulls his mask back down fully over his face. After she gives her mind a few moments to mull over such a statement she smiles playfully at him.

[align=center]”Alright, though, next time even if we are friends, try and avoid getting yourself knocked silly, okay? I’m not going to be carrying you every time you get your block knocked off.”[/align]

Her words are said in a joking manner and Ninja manages to summon enough strength to nod his head, getting a chuckle out of her. The camera continues to film the two friends for a second or two more before fading out to else where…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Fatal Fourway for the Fighting Spirit Championship. The rules are as follows, the first competitor to obtain a pinfall or submission will be the winner and the Fighting Spirit Champion. Now for this match we have a special ring side commenter, introducing at this time he is the “Career Killer” Elrick!

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.

MA: Now introducing the competitors for this match up. Introducing first, from New York City, he weighs in at Three Hundred and Nineteen Pounds, he is Crackerjack!

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.

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. 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.

MA: Next, from Kansas City, Missouri, he comes in at six feet and three inches, and weighs in at Two hundred and forty eight pounds, he is Grant Rice!

From the arena P.A. system arises Grant Rice’s music. The bass thumps through the arena’s sound system as we await Grant.

[align=center]You Can Hate Me

You Can Hate Me

Hate The Air That I Breathe

Air That I Breathe

Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be

Next Thing To Be

Well I Ain’t You and You Ain’t Me![/align]


Grant slowly emerges from the curtains and onto the stage. He is met with a chorus of boo’s from the fans before he even has a chance to do anything to provoke them. Grant just ignores them as he walks forward before stopping to look out into the crowd. He shakes his head before continuing down the steps and proceeds to walk down the aisle toward the ring.

Grant nears the ring as he glances off into the crowd but pays them no attention before he climbs up the stairs and into the ring. Grant takes off his shirt and walks over to the ropes where he goes to throw it into the crowd, but he catches himself and tosses it to the mat below which draws some heat from the crowd. Grant waves them off as he walks to the corner and awaits the start of the match.

MA: The final challenger for this match hails from Sunshine State in San Francisco. He weighs in at Two Hundred and twenty pounds, he is “Fierce” Felix Arroyo!

A bit of distortion erupts over the sound system in the arena. There is the sound of a thunderclap and the chorus of The Pussycat Dolls’ “Don’t Cha” begins. “Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?” Standing at the entryway is “Fierce” Felix Arroyo, arms outstretched, a cocky expression on his face. As the song plays on, Felix walks down the ramp, small pyro blasts going off on either side of him as he walks by. He interacts with the crowd, blowing kisses and waving, even if his reaction is negative. Reaching the ring, he jumps up and poses some more before finally slipping between the ropes. Moving to his corner, he laps up some more responses for the crowd as he waits for the start of the match.

MA: The fourth and last man involved in this match is the defending Fighting Spirit Champion. He graces us all the way from Komachi City, Japan. Weighing in at Two Hundred and Sixty Pounds, here is Kiyoshi Nakahata!

The lights go down as thunder rolls in the distance and smoke fills up the cage. The thunder rolls again and the music picks up; the synthesised riff that signals the start of Rusty Nail and the coming of the Judo Sensei. The guitars arrive and the stage is split with lights and lasers and such like and a familiar voice fills the air, with uncharacteristically melodic singing.

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

[align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align]

The disappears in an explosion of pyro momentarily as the chorus hits, and when the debris finally settles, only a lonely warrior remains: Kiyoshi Nakahata, waving the smoke out of his face and pulling his hood right up over his head as he strides towards the ring, trying to keep the huge positive reaction from the crowd out of his mind as the chorus continues.

[align=center]Doredake, namida wo nagaseba
Anata wo, wasurerareru darou
JUST TELL ME MY LIFE
Doku made, aruite mitemo
Namida de, ashita ga mienai...[/align]


Over the PA, Daisuke holds the note out as long as is humanly possible, and then a little longer as Kiyoshi carries on his lonely way to the ring and ascends the steps to the apron. As he reaches a neutral corner from the outside, he faces the crowd, and takes his flag from under his half of the Tag Titles and throws it into the crowd. Carrying on along the apron to his own corner, and vaults onto the top, pulling his hood right back up as the lights come back up...

JH: This should be an amzing match, and we are joined by Elrick.

CM: I am thrilled out of my mind by this joyous occasion.

Elrick: I am glad to be here and I know that we are all going to get along just fine. Right Chip?

CM: Yeah right. Whatever.

Elrick: Such a clever comeback. I am glad your wit didn’t leave when your announce skills did.

CL: So anyways, Elrick why are you here?

Elrick: I thought I would come out and get a real close look at what these four men can do.

CL: You didn’t come out to scout anyone specific then? Say Kiyoshi?

Elrick: I might keep a closer eye on him then perhaps the other three men. Whose to say?

JH: Well this isn’t an interview, this is a wrestling match so what do you say we get onto the wrestling?

All four men head to a corner in the ring and eye their opponents with cautious eyes. Then chaos ensues as one could expect. Crackerjack rushes at Felix who tries to defend himself from the bigger man, and Kiyoshi squares off with Grant. Grant goes to nail Kiyoshi with a Jaw Jackin’ Left Hook but Kiyoshi manages to counter with the Ipponzei Shoulder Throw! Grant goes flying across the ring and crashes into Crackerjack which takes the big man off balance. Felix takes advantage of the opening by nailing the big man with Front Dropkick right into the jaw of Crackerjack. Felix wastes no time in locking a reverse Cloverleaf that he calls the Pelvis to Pelvis. Felix smiles to the crowd as he slowly creeps his hips back to tease a pelvic thrust. Thankfully for Crackerjack, Kiyoshi forces Felix to release the hold when he drops him with the STK. Grant smashes into the side of Kiyoshi though as soon as the champion gets up to his feet. Grant locks on a Full Nelson onto the FSC Champion but is having trouble keeping it on. Switching gears, Grant swings backwards and drop Kiyoshi with a Full Nelson Suplex! One! Two! Kickout! Frusterated, Grant quickly drops down to lock on the Straight Mizery ankle lock! No! Kiyoshi shoves Grant back with his feet and right into the waiting arms of Crackerjack. Crackerjack wraps his fingers around Grant’s throat before dropping him down with Visions of Nell! Felix runs from behind and hooks Crackerjack’s head for a Bulldog! No! Crackerjack throws Felix off in mid-air sending him flying! Kiyoshi catches him in mid-air and drops the flying Felix across his knee with a Backbreaker! Kiyoshi shoves Felix off his knee as Crackerjack’s Boot comes into full contact with Kiyoshi’s face!

Elrick: That has got to be more painful than it looks.

CM: Oh like you are so disappointed that Kiyoshi just nearly had his head removed.

Elrick: Hey genius, let’s make one thing clear. I want what Kiyoshi has no doubt. But I respect each and every man inside that ring. That includes Kiyoshi, the man is a great champion and it would be an honor to meet him in the ring.

JH: I would pay to see that encounter.

CL: You don’t have to pay for it, you work here.

JH: I know that. That’s not what I meant, I just, oh nevermind.

Felix and Grant start to battle near the ropes as Crackerjack slams Kiyoshi’s face directly into the turnbuckle. Kiyoshi stumbles out a bit from the corner and Crackerjack nails him with a Clothesline that has so much impact it halts even Crackerjack in his tracks. Meanwhile on the otherside of the ring, Felix has mounted Grant in the corner (on the ropes and by no means literally). Felix begins to drive his fist down in a raining series of blows down onto Grant’s face. Wait! Grant hooks Felix by his legs and in one smooth motion dumps him over his shoulder to the waiting floor below! Crackerjack doesn’t give Grant anytime to breath as he hooks on a Waistlock Grapple looking to nail a Germen Suplex. No! Grant spins out and behind Crackerjack before dropping his shoulder into the back of the monster’s knee! On the outside of the ring Felix is using the announce table to get up onto his feet. Which leaves him staring face to face with the Career Killer himself. Elrick stands up to stare Felix directly into the eyes. Before either man can react or move, Grant smashes into Felix’s back with a stiff Yakuza Kick he calls the Uzi! Felix flops onto the top of the table and Elrick steps back to allow the men room to work. Grant yanks Felix off the table and allows him to drop flat on his face. Back in the ring Kiyoshi has Crackerjack in a sleeper hold. Wait a second. Kiyoshi lifts Crackerjack into the air and plants him with a Reverse Powerslam to complete the White Hole Slam! Kiyoshi hangs on to Crackerjack and goes to lock on the Body Scissors for the Dojime Sleeper! No! Crackerjack catches a break as he lands near the ropes and is able to put his foot along the bottom rope before Kiyoshi can fully lock on that devastating finisher.

JH: This match was almost over there. Crackerjack was just a heart beat away from getting trapped in that killer move of Kiyoshi’s.

CM: You know I am more concerned with one these morons in front of us getting too close again.

Elrick: You aren’t getting scared are you Chip? Don’t worry I am here to keep you safe.

CM: I feel so much more at ease now.

CL: Anyways back to the action…..

Grant is taking it to Felix and has him hooked around the back of the head as rockets him towards the ring post. No! Felix reverses and it is Grant that eats the steel post! Inside the ring Kiyoshi is trying to position Crackerjack away from the ropes. A few stiff kicks to the sides of Crackerjack’s ribcage and Kiyoshi finally pulls Crackerjack up to his feet. No! Crackerjack slips his arms between Kiyoshi’s legs and in a showing of massive power, Crackerjack lifts Kiyoshi into the air before he spikes him down into the mat with a Powerbomb! Crackerjack falls down into the cover. One! Two! Th…No! Kickout by Kiyoshi. On the outside of the ring Felix tries to drive Grant face first into the security barricade but Grant gets his foot up to block. Grant sends a few elbows right into the gut of Felix that allow Grant some breathing room. No! Grant gets sent slamming down onto the floor as a fan reaches over the railing to toss Grant on his back by the hair. Wait! It’s not a fan at all! It’s Felix’s tag team partner Steve Patterson! Steve ducks down behind the barricade as the ref slowly turns around to check on the outside action. As soon as the ref turns the other way, Steve tosses Felix a steel chair! Felix slams the chair right into the face of Grant and then quickly discards it back to Steve. Upon hearing the metallic sound of steel meeting flesh, the ref turns back around but Steve has already ducked down behind the barricade again!

JH: What is Steve Patterson doing here?

CM: My guess, and you know I may be wrong, but I would say he is here to help his Tag Team partner try to win the Fighting Spirit Championship.

JH: I can’t believe that someone would try and cheat to win the FSC Title. It negates everything that it stands for.

CL: Yeah because there has never been a champion that cheated to get that way right? What do you think Elrick?

Elrick: I think you guys argue like married women.

CM: Are we talking about like a group of married women? Like a knitting club? Or do you mean a like lesbian couple?

Elrick: I can’t believe that they pay you to come out here every week. You are giving me a headache than a George Bush speech.

CL: Well the point is Patterson is going to have a definite impact on this match.

Inside the ring Crackerjack is still in control of Kiyoshi as he lays on the mat. Felix leaps up onto the apron but quickly jumps back down as Crackerjack rushes over to knock him off. Felix eyes Crackerjack warily as he tries to figure a way into the ring. The ref drops down for a second to check on Kiyoshi as Crackerjack and Felix remain in their stalemate. Wait! Grant is still a mess from the chair shot but with a renewed since of energy, he pops up to his knees to hit Felix with a Low Blow! Steve leans over the barricade in an attempt to snatch Grant again. This time around things go a bit differently as Grant sends Felix to meet his partner in a meeting of the minds. Steve falls back into the crowd as Felix bounces off. Grant is fired up now as he unleashes a torrent of hooks and jabs to the jaw of Felix. Crackerjack bored with the whole situation turns away from the outside and back towards the ring. Kiyoshi is back on his feet and the two men stare at one another face to face in the center of the ring. The tension is thick and heavy inside the ring as the two men stare down. The atmosphere is finally broken as Crackerjack’s attention is drawn to the stage. Standing as innocent as can be is none other than Kailey Lane. Crackerjack takes his focus away from Kiyoshi and turns to face the elusive woman standing on the entrance way. As soon as Crackerjack shifts away, Kiyoshi makes him pay for his lack of focus. In the blink of an eye, Kiyoshi leaps up and in mere seconds has the Dojime Sleeper locked in tight. As strong as Crackerjack is even he can’t stay upright and they go crashing down to the mat. Grant is too busy pummeling Felix to notice what is going on in the ring. The ref checks on Crackerjack and when the hand falls down limply, signals for the bell.

MA: Here is your winner by submission and still the FIW Fighting Spirit Champion, Kiyoshi Nakahata!

JH: Kiyoshi retains in a brutal match but you have to think that between Kailey Lane and Steve Patterson this was hardly a clean match

CM: What a shock, a controversial finish in FIW. I would have never have thought.

Elrick: I can’t sit here another minute. Constance and Jonathan thanks for having me out, it was a pleasure.

CL: Thanks for being here I suppose. As long as you don’t try and take my job.

JH: Elrick, always a joy.

CM: Excuse me if I don’t get up to see you offer.

Kiyoshi is handed his title and takes his leave from the ring. Grant has finally stopped beating on Felix and stares at the man as he lays on the floor at his feet. Elrick gets up and sets his headset down and walks around the ring opposite of where Grant is with Felix. Crackerjack is also up now and he quickly rolls out of the ring. Running as fast as he can considering he was just put in the Dojime Sleeper, Crackerjack rushes up the rampway. Kiyoshi turns as if half expecting Crackerjack to attack him, but instead Crackerjack darts past him apparently looking for Kailey. Wait! Back near the ring area Steve has jumped over the barricade and slams the steel chair into the back of Grant’s head! Grant falls onto the ring apron and Steve pushes him back into the ring. Steve reaches down and helps his partner up and into the ring. Steve follows in as well still brandishing the steel chair. Steve hands the weapon to Felix and pulls Grant up to hold for Felix. Felix is a bit wobbly but finally makes it up with the weapon. Felix sets to crank back and nail the restrained Grant when suddenly the crowd erupts. Nightmare comes flying down the rampway and slides into the ring. Felix swings wildly at Nightmare but he manages to duck out of the way. Nightmare then hits the brakes to shift back towards Felix. Nightmare clobbers Felix and takes him over the top rope with a Clothesline! Steve shoves Grant towards Nightmare and chooses to take a powder. Nightmare keeps Grant upright as Steve circles around the ring to help his own partner up. Hardcore Sex backs up the rampway as Nightmare and Grant stand tall in the ring.
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Backstage, Toby Bostock stands by with Prime moments before his match with Xanthius. Prime seems, well, jakked and ready for his grudge match against the man he took out of action just weeks ago. Toby stands by with the mic in one hand, his other lifted up as if presenting Prime to the world.

Toby: Prime, we're excidedly mere moments away from your return match against Xanthius. A man who you not only defeated for an oppertunity to meet the Duel Crown Champion at Anarchy in the UK, a match, for those of you FIW fanatics who don't know, has recently been changed into a fatal fourway by the way, but a man you also had brutaly blown out of action just moments after your match at Nensai Senjou! I have to admit, Prime, both Jorge and I are eagerly awaiting this incredibly hyped and main-event quality match as are several, if not all FIW fans the world over!

Prime stands silent a moment, jaw clecnhed tight, until he notices Bostocks mic beneath his chin and begging for a response. A cold tention thickens between Prime and Bostock. Despite an apparently bubbling rage, however, Primes response is delieverd in a rather soft-spoken but simultaniously cold tone of voice.

Prime: Your attention to detail is flawed at best, Bostock. It's funny you remembered this fatal-fourway screw job the ever objective FIW powers-to-be have handed down for Anarchy in the UK, but forgot to mention how I stoved in the sum bitches skull with a steel chair at Nensai Senjou... by the way. Anyway, you think I care how anticipant you and all these... people are for this match?! Well I've got news for you, Bostock, I havn't been preparing all week long to work some mediocre match... because it's not going to be a match at all... It's gonna be a damn masacre! Xanthius must have some sort of sick and twisted lust for punishment, because no man can be that stupid! He knows damn well what's in store for his ass come ReVolt!. But if he really is that stupid, and if I didn't beat his ass bad enough the first time around, then me and this steel chair here...

Prime raises a steel chair from his side and beholds it with an easily readable and disturbingly gleeful desire for carnage.

Prime: We--

CRASH!!!

Prime spies a rumbling ruckas hurling his way from off set and takes a sudden step back at the very last possible moment. Prime wallflowers from this point on, however, Toby isn't as fortunate as he nearly breaks a leg when both Crackerjack and Kailey crash into it. Toby finally manages to squirm away as both Crackerjack and kailey rise up to their feet. But they aren't for long as Crackerjack again storms towards Kailey who, using Jorge to help get up, narrowly weaves out of the way just in time. As the camera tumbles around a little while Jorge tries to keep stable, it catches a glimpse of prime waving them off in disgust before walking away completely.

Kailey looks around and a light stand beside her catches her eye. Taking it up, she swings it downward towards the turning Crackerjack who lets it smack into his left arm. The now dented and bent light clangs to the floor by Jorge as Crackerjack uses his right arm to send a swinging punch which connects with Kailey's, well, once beautiful face. Kailey stumbles a little backwards as Crackerjack walks towards her, shaking some of the pain from his left arm along the way. But Kailey isn't as dazed as Crackerjack would want. Turning suddenly, Kailey connects into Crackerjack's gut with a hard kick of the left foot. Bending down slightly, Crackerjack can't seem to defend himself quick enough as Kailey takes the clear shot to his head with her fist.

The giant now seems to be closer to falling to the ground as Kailey pushes past Jorge to grab hold of the broken spot light. Behind her, the unmistakable sounds of Crackerjack stumbling to his feet echoes in the hallway. Kailey smiles evilly as she turns and swings the broken light with full force. Instinct takes over as Crackerjack takes another swing at the light, this time knocking out the glass and the bulb. The spot light still rests over his hand as he dives his left shoulder into Kailey's exposed gut. Stumbling back a few steps, Kailey looks up only to see Crackerjack taking a full swing with the light over the left hand. But it's connection fails to take place as officials of varying colours stop both individuals from literally tearing each other apart.

It takes more and more officials who seems to come from nowhere and everywhere to stop these two, especially Crackerjack who uses his size to his advantage, knocking away several of the do-gooders to the ground. Not that they don't get the same kind of fight from Kailey who screams for Crackerjacks blood. Eventually both are pulled further and further apart and held by the officials, Kailey still screaming and Crackerjack looking like he has murder on his mind.


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

[align=center]“Lass mich deine Träne reiten übers Kinn nach Afrika…”[/align]

Xanthius steps out onto the stage looking around at the jeering crowd.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a HARDCORE match! Introducing first---

A huuuuuge lariat from Prime, who dashes through the curtain and BEHEADS Xanthius, knocking him off the stage to the floor below!

CL: LARIATOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

JH: Prime is ready and rarin’ to get this thing started!

Prime drops off the stage and grabs Xanthius by his long locks, BASHING his FACE REPEATEDLY into the concrete! Blood explodes forth from Xanthius’ nose before he grabs Prime by the arm with both hands and maneuvers into an arm wrench. He yanks Prime forward into a chancerie, but Prime just keeps with the momentum and SPEARS Xanthius into a section of cage!

CM: That’s it! YES! Crush that little maggot against the fencing!

Xanthius coughs with the impact and snorts thick, dark blood from his nose. He pounds a tattoo of knuckles into Prime’s kidneys, which cause the Manolith to back off… long enough to create a gap that builds suitable momentum for the BICEP TO THE FACE! Xanthius’ head nearly ends up in through a fan’s sign with the impact before Prime grabs him by the neck and HAULS him over the barricade!

JH: This fights’ going into the crowd!

CL: And your commentary is going to the crapper! Seriously, what is this, a wrestling video game? Are we gonna talk about dogs peeing on moving trucks soon?

CM: Man, I hope so.

Security forces the fans to make a circle for the two behemoths to grapple in, but it doesn’t seem like Prime has grappling in mind as he takes a handful of Xanthius’ hair and starts dragging him toward the back. Xanthius throws a couple shots to Prime’s ribs, so Prime retaliates by jerking up a fan’s chair and unceremoniously wrecking it into Xanthius’ head!

JH: Good sweet Christ! He didn’t even bother to fold it, just wrapped that unforgiving steel chair around Xanthius’ head!

The pair reach another set of barricades in front of some double doors marked “FIW Staff ONLY!” with a magnetic sign. Prime throws a thigh into Xanthius’ ribcage and bends him over before HOISTING him into the air above his head. Prime grins as he presses Xanthius up and down for a moment, then TOSSES him over the barricades and onto the concrete floor beyond!

JH: The sheer power of that man! It’s inhuman!

CL: Ah, you’re just saying that ‘cuz he’s maulin’ up your boy Xanthius.

JH: Do you think ANY human being deserves to be manhandled like that!?

CL: Sure, especially the crap ones. Not that I dislike Xanthius. I mean, he IS NGIW Blood. But hey, that’s entertainment.

CM: Bullshit. Xanthius DESERVES to be massacred!

JH: Oh, foolish me. Forgot I was talking to the guy who jerks off at the sight of blood and the man who could effectively hate his way out of a paper bag!

CM: Hey, you DON’T disrespect the champ. It’s like disrespecting the Dual Crown. And what has Xanthius done but disrespect the champ in spades, huh? I just have some pride for our fair federation.

JH: Riiiight.

Prime climbs over the barricades, but when he gets on the other side, Xanthius is certainly not on the floor where he left him. He notices a trail of red splatters leading toward a SLUSHIE TO THE FACE!!!! Xanthius has seemed to rob the snack guy, and blue and red ice flies in a thousand fragments as it connects with Prime’s mush! Xanthius smashes the cup and remaining slushie into Prime’s mouth and stabs him in the forehead a few times with the straw before dragging him to his feet.

JH: Xanthius is finally mounting a counter-offensive, could this be the turning point in the match for him?

CL: For the love of Lakshmi! Now I want a slushie.

Xanthius leads Prime through the double doors into a hall lined with various stock, boxes, and set pieces. Xanthius shoves Prime into the hall, and Prime catches his feet and rounds on Xanthius. He rushes toward him with a fury, but Xanthius skinnies against the concrete wall and SHOVES Prime to the side, straight into a huge wooden crate!

JH: Close call for Xanthius; that hallway isn’t very wide, I’m surprised a big guy like him could dodge Prime like that.

CM: Miracles and mischief, Hitchen! Prime’ll get him yet.

The crate topples over to the floor, the lid sliding off in the opposite direction to strike Prime in the spine. Xanthius rolls him over and covers him, Fuzz just now catching up to make a count.

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!

TH--
NO![/align]

A doorway opens swiftly, knocking Xanthius in the head. He bolts up to see who the offending door-opener is, and out from the portal steps Lazaro!

JH: FIW’s own Chief of Security seems to have places to go, and Xanthius is just in the way!

Lazaro wastes no time in putting his boot to Xanthius’ face, re-opening the dried-up nosebleed and sending a fresh spread of crimson across Xanthius’ mouth.

CL: Just in the way my left ass cheek! Lazaro’s attacking Xanthius!

CM: … so?

CL: So it’s awesome! Brutalize him, Lazaro! Let’s see some more blood!

Lazaro steps over Prime and pulls Xanthius to his feet by his throat. He holds him in a goozle before DRIVING a barrage of ham fists into his teeth! Prime pushes off the floor, rubbing his neck where the box lid hit him and notices Lazaro pwning Xanthius. He walks up as well, pushing a hand against Lazaro’s chest to tell him to stand aside. Lazaro does so and Prime WIPES the face off Xanthius’ head with a heavy-handed bitchslap!

JH: These two monsters are just punishing Xanthius!

CM: Now THIS is quality television! If Xanthius had a set of tits on that bare chest of his, I’d be set.

CL: Aaaand now I’m disturbed on surprising new levels.

Prime and Lazaro stand side-by-side (a feat, to be sure) and shove Xanthius’ head between their thighs. Both men bend over and pick up half of Xanthius each, pulling him upward into a sitting position where they allow him to wait and bleed for a moment… Lazaro drops an arm and Prime puts his free arm across Xanthius’ chest, and they DRIVE HIM DOWN INTO THE WOODEN CRATE, TURNING IT INTO A PILE OF KINDLING!!!

CL: AUTHORITY BOOOOMBAAAAMUUUUUEERRRTEEEEEEEEE!!!!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!!

CM: YES! YES! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!

Fuzz waves his hands with a stern look on his face, and the bell sounds.

MA: This match has been called to a stop on account of referee stoppage. Your winner… PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!

That’s apparently not good enough for Lazaro, who then descends upon Fuzz with both hands around his neck. Fuzz beats on Lazaro’s forearms, turning purple in the face. Security floods in through the double doors, rushing past Prime and attempting to pry Lazaro off Fuzz.

JH: Now where the hell were they when those two men were mauling Xanthius?

CM: Probably in the break room. Lazaro’s Chief of Security, duh. They follow his orders.

JH: And now they don’t? Just ‘cuz he’s attacking Fuzz?

CL: Fuzz can sue him, Hitchen. He’s not a wrestler, that’s pretty much assault right there.

Security isn’t doing that great of a job at pulling Lazaro off, anyhow, Lazaro shrugs them all against the wall with a mighty backward shove before returning his thumbs to Fuzz’s delicate throat. A sharp, mechanical hissing sound is heard, and the camera pans over to see Herr Krähe standing off to the side. Lazaro immediately stops choking Fuzz and joins his master in escaping the scene, leaving a stunned set of security and a smirking Prime.
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We open on the fenced-in stage of ReVolt and Andrew W.K.'s tune, "Ready to Die". Bazztard steps out from the curtain with his mic in hand, jamming to the music and hamming it up to the fans before finally trekking down to the ring.

Bazztard: Well, for once I'm not gonna waste time with introductions--

This may be the first time in Bazztard's life that something he's said elicited boos. He pretends to grudgingly concede to the fans' demands.

Bazztard: OK, OK... FIW... HOW... YA... FEEELIN'!?

CHEEEERS ring through the UK as the FIW collected blow the roof off the place!

Bazztard: Awesome! I'm feelin' pretty good too! It's been a while since I've been in the ring, two weeks to be exact. Last week we had one hell of a battle royale where the FIW: NEXT! contestants FINALLY got to strut their stuff in the physical! The polls were released, the votes came in, and you guys voted WENDIGO off the show!

A few boos arise from the Wendigo fans in the crowd, but Bazz waits for them to settle before continuing.

Bazztard: We tried to reach Wendigo for comment on all of this, but all we got was a snarl and the assurance that he's gone to search once again for his missing sister.

Mixed reaction, and not a very big one. The crowd's way of subtly telling you to move on, Bazztard.

Bazztard: So, Wendigo's gone, that's one piece of bad news. The other peice is, you guys aren't gonna hear much from me tonight! Because other than our little chit-chat right here, I'm not the host of tonight's NEXT competition!

The crowd murmurs with interest.

Bazztard: That's because tonight the contestants are going to match wits against one of the wittiest... he'll make a comment toward them, they get a chance for rebuttal. He'll say something else, they'll get a chance for rebuttal... and it's on to the next contestant! Sound like fun?

The crowd cheers, because you know if you could be you'd love to be involved in a cheap pop.

Bazztard: Well allright! Let's stop the jibber-jabber and get down to it! Introducing... the challenge for this evening... he is a former International Champion... a former Extreme Chaos Champion... and a former Fighting Spirit Champion... BILL! KUUUUURIIIIIYAAAAAAAMAAAAAA!!!

The funky opening to "Battle Without Honor of Humanity" grooves through the speakers, steadily building into the explosive…

[align=center]BUM BUM BAH![/align]

Silver fireworks explode and Bill Kuriyama struts out onstage, sunglasses on his face along with a cocky grin. He walks down the walkway, observing the fans and chewing on some wintergreen-flavored gum. Bill grins again and spits the gum onto the floor, whips off his sunglasses, and throws them behind him with a jerk as a WALL of silver sparks explodes from the stage! He rolls into the ring under the fans' cheers, stands up and takes the mic from Bazztard.

BK: FIIIIIIIIIIIIINALLY!

The crowd cheers at Bill's constant imitation of the Rock, and Bill grins right back.

BK: All right! Let's get this thing started, Bill Kuriyama's got places to be. Let's bring out the first contestant... Jinglez!

The wicked clown pimp-walks out onto the stage, mic in hand.

Jinglez: What it is, Kuriyama-mama?

BK: That's clever. Did you write that one yourself, or is that another rhyme you stole from the "world's most hated rap group" with the world's largest fanbase?

The juggalos in the crowd boo Bill bashing ICP.

BK: Seriously, does that make them the world's largest hypocrites? Is that your deal, Jinglez? You're the world's largest hypocrite?

Jinglez: Ninja, FUCK you! I gots more flava on the mic than a box of Kellog's! It's sure as hell better than your tired, sell-out Hollywood ass that can't get a job unless he's rippin' on ANOTHER tired, sell-out Hollywood ass!

Bill shakes his head and claps.

BK: Nice. Nice. Real original. So tell me, junior... what kinda fucked-up faerie land are you living in? I saw you on the other shows... you say a magic GENIE gave you "powers" of athletecism? Is that what you've gotta do for people to like you, is LIE about mythical creatures hitting you up with death-defying style?

Jinglez sneers at Bill, but it's kind of a sneering grin. He rubs his chinscruff and shakes his head.

Jinglez: I dunno, B-yotch. Why don't you axe your GIRLFRIEND, the witch? Y'know... the bitch with "magic powers"? OH! Wait. I forgot. She left your ass for an even BIGGER hack. My bad, ninja.

The crowd goes "ooooo", 'cuz that was a low blow.

BK: You get the heavy shit out of the way right off the bat, don't ya clowny? Well all right, you get to shut up now, let's bring out the next guy. Who do we got? ... ... Gog Earthbeard!

Gog strolls out onstage and accepts the mic from Jinglez. Almost immediately, Bill starts talking.

BK: WhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoaWHOA! Stop, hold on, back the truck up. What is this? The FIW Midget Division? What are you, there, Gog? Two foot nothing?

Gog: Ah'm a proud five feet tall, thank'ee. Ah'm sorry if yer underdeveloped vision cannae tell that from this distance.

BK: My "underdeveloped vision"? What kind of circus is this?

Bill stops almost as soon as his sentence finishes, pointing a finger at Jinglez.

BK: DON'T... answer that, clown-ass.

The crowd laughs and Bill shakes his head, putting one hand on his hip in disappointment.

BK: So lemme get this straight... you're not human, huh?

Gog: Nay! Ah'm a proud member of the Dwarven clan Earthbeard! We tunnelled the Great Durevean Trench! Found resources and alternative fuel during the Great Coal Famine! Me pappy even slayed THREE TROLLS with nothin' but his axe and his armor!

BK: Wow. Just... wow. If the point of this contest is to strike me stupid, congrats. You've won. Can we bring out someone who ISN'T confusing real life for one of Toby's games of DnD?

Frank steps out onstage, taking the mic from Gog.

BK: Ah, now you look nice and sensible. No makeup, taller than Chris Benoit. Hell, I even heard we share a trainer--

Frank: Then... you understand?

BK: Don't interrupt me when I'm talking, kid.

Frank: You were one of His students as well... you were left behind as well... why haven't you felt it? The loss of touch with him? Even Lazaro trembles at the abscence! Because he isn't strong enough... no... no... but Frank is.

BK: And who's Frank?

Frank: Frank. Is Frank. Frank... KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWS.

Bill sighs and rolls his eyes.

BK: Y'know, when I walked into this federation I had nothing but my attitude, my skill, and a smile. I walked out with three title reigns under my sash, and I didn't need to resort to any craziness to do it. Don't you kids GET that?

Frank: Frank does not RESORT... to anything! If you don't SEEEEEEE... then you aren't truly one of His.

BK: And you aren't truly altogether sane. Can we move on? Bring out someone who's maybe... oh, I dunno. NOT batshit fuckin' loco?

Azazel steps out onto the stage, a tired look in his yellow eyes.

BK: So... so that's a "no" on the batshit loco thing?

Azazel sighs and rolls his orbs.

Azazel: I do not expect you to believe, mortal, but you stand in the presence of demonic royalty. I am told you wish to exchange petty insults or somesuch ridiculousness.

BK: I don't even know if I WANT to! You're too easy! You're BLUE! You have... you have FANGS! And pointy ears and yellow eyes and... good GOD boy, what the hell did you do to yourself?

Azazel: LISTEN... to me, you foolish little sack of flesh! I am the night! I am the end! I am darkness given flesh given purpose! My power is restricted in this form, but I WILL NOT hesitate to create an obnoxious display to still your petulant tongue!

BK: Look, Fiji Mermaid, or whatever you call yourself... you sitting right in front of me is already enough obnoxious display. Let's get that last contest out here so I can get back to my day job.

The Green Dragon and Jason step out onstage.

BK: FINALLY. You two don't look insane in the least... do either of you believe yourselves to be... I dunno... vegetable mosnters, or... maybe golems or something?

Jason: No sir! As you can plainly see we're simply the new sensational, celebrational, muppetational duo 'round these parts! I myself am Jason Eppleigh, the mouthpiece, the brains... the voice for the voiceless! This here's my good friend and partner the Green Dragon!

Dragon nods vigorously and gives a double thumbs up to Bill in the ring.

BK: OK, I get it... and that's cool and all... but I thought FIW already HAD a gay guy running around? Too much of the same thing is never good. Not that there's anything wrong if you two like to grease each other's assholes with your tongues. I'm just sayin', Felix Arroyo does enough for everyone.

Jason: Psh. I'm no homo. ... now, Green Dragon here? He's the one you gotta watch out for. He LOVES the cock.

Dragon looks taken aback, staring shocked at Jason.

Jason: He's the cock commander. The grand maestro of man-on-man mutual masturbation. If you ask him what he'd do for a Klondike bar, he'd gladly stick your balls in his mouth--

GD punches Jason in the shoulder, giving him a stern glare. Jason shrugs innocently, and GD just shakes his head.

BK: Hell, son... I don't even HAVE to make fun of you! Your manager does it for you!

The Green Dragon nods and sighs.

BK: Well, all right. Each of you has said your piece, each of you has tried to talk down the greatest wrestler in this good green-ness... and now it's time for YOU! The FANS! To cast your votes and get ONE of these losers out of here! Will it be the clown who rubs his lamp? The dwarf who polishes his axe? Frank, the Master debater? The demon who wants to show you his obnoxious display? Or will it be JAson and his silent bud? Hit up FIW.com, vote for your least favorite, and keep it real. I'm outta here!

Battle Without Honor of Humanity hits the speakers and Bill and the NEXT contestants clear out, making way for whatever's next.

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit.

The tune of Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park fades in as suddenly a whisper is heard over the speakers throughout the entire arena.

[align=center]WELCOME TO THE REAL![/align]
The beat picks up moving towards the opening verse as no one appears as the crowd grow impatient in cheers. As the words finally fade in for the first verse, out from the curtains slowly walks out “The Real” Matt Impact. The crowd goes up in some cheers as the two time World Champion makes his way slowly down the ramp wearing his latest t-shirt, as well as his wrestling attire.

[align=center](When this began).
I had nothing to say,
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me.
(I was confused),
And I let it all out to find,
That I’m not the only person with these things in mind.
(Inside of me).
But all the vacancy the words revealed,
Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel.
(Nothing to lose).
Just stuck, hollow and alone,
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own!
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Impact moves to the apron as he looks out to the crowd nodding his head in appreciation to the reaction as he shouts out over the capacity FIW crowd “WELCOME TO THE REAL!” which leads perfectly into the chorus as he jumps onto the apron and comes into the ring over the middle rope.

[align=center]I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real,
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long.
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone).
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real,
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along.
Somewhere I belong!
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MA: Introducing first, hailing from Staten Island, New York… at six foot five and 286 pounds… “THE REEEEEEEEAAAAL” MAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT
IMPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCTT!!!

Impact jumps up onto the nearest turnbuckle pounding his fist into his chest, kissing it, and then lifting it into the air to an ovation. He then repeats this on the opposite turnbuckle, before taking off his t-shirt and tossing it into the crowd to an ovation of cheers. He then looks up to the sky, out to the crowd again, and then down to the center of the ring where he picks his head up quickly following with a flex of his muscles with a smile on his face. He then nods his head again as he moves to an open corner stretching out his muscles.

CM: Someone tell me what “The Real” means. “The Real Boring Guy”? “The Real Dud”? I’m telling you, The Matt Impact Experience is like the Jimi Hendrix Experience, except it’s one white guy… and it’s a complete waste of time.

JH: Actually, Chip, Impact has indeed been making quite… the impact since he’s reformed his ways and found his stride. He and three other men will be challenging Toan for the Dual Crown at Anarchy in the UK… and all those men with the exception of Prime will be taking part in this match tonight!

CL: I’m looking forward to it. I don’t care who does it… Impact, Xtreme Kitten, Prime… Just as long as we don’t have to deal with that egotistical, long-haired Hardcore Jesus riding on top any longer.

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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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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MA: His opponent… hailing from Australia… at six feet three and weighing in at 255 pounds… XXXXXXXXXXXXXX-TREEEEEEEEEEEMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE KITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNN!!!

Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hops off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match.

JH: The feline fighter! Love him or hate him, XK is a serious athlete who means business whenever he’s facing an opponent.

CM: Frankly, he’s going to make mince meat out of Impact! Something tells me it’s going to come down to XK and Toan in the end. If any of these guys has the heart or the skill to dethrone the current champion, it’s got to be the man behind the mask!

CL: Sure, why not? Let’s do that. I’d take Steve Patterson as the Dual Crown champion if it meant Toan would get off his fucking high horse!

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 Duel Crown Championship strap on his shoulder and his mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado, 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 at ringside as Toan reaches the apron and slides into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure.

MA: Their opponent… from the Kingdom of Pain… at six feet and 225 pounds… He is the FIW Dual Crown Champion… “THE HARD-COOOOOOOORE JEEEE-SUS”… TOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!

Toan then hops down, remove his shades and ring jacket and throws them to LOBO on the outside as he places the Duel Crown Championship at his feet and leans in the bottom turnbuckle of his corner for the match to start.

JH: Toan has been riding high ever since he sent Tier packing, competing in non-sanctioned matches and utilizing his unique style of chain-wrestling! He’ll be back in FIW-sanctioned action tonight, playing by FIW rules… or at least one would hope.

CL: I’m torn between wanting to see Kitten kick his head off or watching Impact beat his head in. Either way, I’ll be satisfied.

Some of the fans pop for Mark Jackson as he talks briefly with the wrestlers, making sure they’re squared away. Seeing that each man is pretty much concentrating purely on the others, Mark backs off and calls for the bell.

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


JH: Referee Mark Jackson getting some applause, since this is his original hometown before moving to the United States. Apparently some friends and family are here for support.

CM: I’m glad someone loves good ol’ Mark. Someone has to…

The match begins with Toan, Kitten and Impact circling each other in a triangle formation, waiting for someone to make the first move. Kitten and Impact come closest and lock their hands in an apparent test of strength. They each leave one hand open and seem to signal for Toan to join in. Toan reluctantly does so…only for Impact and Kitten to kick him as he approaches! Toan staggers back as Impact and Kitten exchange kicks, still holding hands. Toan runs toward them but the duo break their hold at the last second, allowing Toan to run past them and off the ropes. They send Toan to the floor with double hard chops to the chest!

JH: I don’t think Impact and Kitten are so much working together as being conscious to keep Toan out of the fight! He is brutal both with his fists and feet, but also a hard man to keep under control! Plus there is an incentive to beat him here tonight!

CM: Well, if they beat him here tonight, do they get the Dual Crown?

CL: No, you idiot, it’s a non-title match.

CM: So what’s the incentive?

JH: If one of them beats Toan, it’ll give them the momentum to propel them to victory again when the title IS on the line at Anarchy in the UK!

CM: Bah! Toan just needs to bide his time and pick them off when the moment is right!

Impact and Kitten lock up in a grapple as Toan rises to his feet. They roll around the ring, going along the ropes, as Kitten does his best to escape from Impact’s powerful grasp. They reach a sort of stalemate in the center of the canvas as Toan runs up, kicks Kitten in the chest and headbutts Impact backward, stunning the big man! Kitten fires back with a roundhouse kick to Toan’s head, just as Impact practically decapitates Kitten with a nasty closed fist punch! Impact raises his hands, ready for the next offensive, as each man pauses to get their breath back.

JH: Each man showing off his skills already in this match. Kitten with his swift strikes, Impact with his unforgiving power hits and Toan with his gift for brawling!

The three men pace around each other again until finally Impact lunges at Kitten and grapples him. Toan, not willing to simply stand by, pounces and breaks up the hold. He smashes his forearm into the face of Kitten and then Impact. He puts Kitten down with a bodyslam and goes for Impact, but Impact counters with a wristlock. He whips Toan toward the ropes, but Toan reverses, and as Impact comes back Toan drops to the ground. As Impact runs over him, Kitten is waiting with a front dropkick that knocks Impact to the ground! Toan, up again, comes up and surprises Impact with a collar-and-elbow takedown!

JH: Toan using one of those unorthodox British attacks to lay out Impact, but it doesn’t seem to have fazed Impact that much!

CL: You’d need a shovel to make a dent into that thick skull of his.

Impact rises and runs at Toan, who kicks Impact right in the stomach! As Impact bends over, Toan places one leg over Impact’s neck, wraps his legs around and throws Impact against the turnbuckle with a hurricanrana! As Impact slumps against the post, Kitten comes with a running kick to Impact’s face that bounces the big man’s head against the metal!

CL: Not quite a shovel, but it may do the job.

CM: If life was a cartoon, Impact would be seeing little stars and birdies right now!

Toan spins Kitten around but is greeted by a series of hard elbows to the side of the cranium finished off with a roundhouse blow that forces Toan to fall to his knees. Kitten lets out a yell as he begins firing off cracking kicks to Toan’s chest and lower abdomen.

CL: Kitten making Daddy Kawada smile a crooked smile right now.

As Kitten prepares for another round of roundhouses, Impact has arisen behind him. From behind, Impact slips his arms under Kitten’s and puts him into a full nelson. Picking Kitten right off the ground, Impact lifts Kitten up and throws him against the mat!

JH: Full nelson slam! Flawless execution by Impact!

Impact picks Kitten up and seems to be going early for the Package Piledriver but Toan comes at him from behind, grabs an arm and locks in a back hammerlock. He brings Impact down with a double leg takedown and then grabs Kitten. He grabs Kitten around the waist from behind, lifts him up and drops Kitten on top of Impact so Kitten’s leg falls against Impact’s neck!

CM: See? The man is brilliant! Using his own enemy as a weapon against his enemy!

As Kitten rolls on the ground, Toan takes one of Impact’s arms, falls down and hooks in a leg scissors. As Impact wriggles free, Toan shows his frustration by blatantly choking Impact, much to the ire of Mark Jackson. Toan just gives an indifferent shrug as he is warned off. As Toan reaches down again, though, Impact counters by grabbing Toan’s hand and dragging him to the ground! Impact lands a jumping knee drop that knocks the air out of Toan, but is met with a thrust kick to the mid-back by Kitten! Grabbing the scruff of Impact’s neck, Kitten keeps the big man bent over as he lands his boot right into Impact’s face several times!

JH: Kitten looking to rearrange Impact’s face with a barrage of kicks!

CM: Yeah, well, he was no Orlando Bloom to begin with.

Kitten holds onto Impact’s hair as Impact hunches over, keeping up the kicks. Impact is writhing in pain as Toan throws himself back into things by knocking Kitten over with a running forearm smash. Lifting up Kitten, Toan hooks a leg with one of his. Toan pushes Kitten foward so they both land on their back as Toan rolls forward and keeps Kitten’s legs tied up, so Kitten is on his back with his leg hooked! As Kitten’s shoulders touch the mat, Mark Jackson goes to count!

CL: The Holy Roller!

CM: Toan’s got this!

[align=center]1!
2!
Kitten breaks the clutch!
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Toan raises Kitten and whips him off the ropes, meeting him with a flapjack into a facebuster. Kitten holds his throbbing head in pain from the Facebuster From the Heavens as Toan turns his attention to Impact, who is still reeling from the flurry of kicks he received. Toan mounts the turnbuckle closest to Impact and nails a moonsault splash across Impact’s torso!

JH: An impressive aerial attack by the current champion.

Toan stays on top for the pin.

[align=center]1!
2!
Impact kicks out!
[/align]

Toan just licks his lips and puts his hands on his hips as he returns to his feet. Kitten is back up as well and the two men start going at it. Kitten takes Toan into the corner and begins firing off knife-edge chops across Toan’s chest. The fans invoke the spirit of the Nature Boy as skin slaps skin and echoes throughout the building. But Toan won’t let himself be beaten at his own game and reverses the situation, tossing Kitten into the corner and unloading a chain of chops that would make Kenta Kobashi wince. As Kitten holds his chest in agony, Toan steps back… right into the hands of Impact! Lifting Toan across his shoulders, Impact takes the Hardcore Jesus from a fireman’s carry into a DDT!

CL: HEAD-ON COLLISION!

JH: Impact just smacked the yellow off Toan’s teeth with that! He’s going for the cover!

[align=center]1!
2!
Kitten runs over and kicks Impact off!
[/align]

Kitten takes a running start and connects with a soccer kick to Impact’s head. He repeats and finds money yet again as Impact struggles to stay on one knee.

CM: Yeah, XK! Bend that blockhead’s block like Beckham!

Kitten assumes a third time is a charm and takes another shot, but Impact catches the leg, pushes it down and rises to his feet with a lariat that sends Kitten backward, hanging on to the ropes to stay standing. Impact whips him across the ring and as Kitten runs back, Impact wraps one arm across Kitten’s chest and sweeps Kitten’s leg out with his own leg. Kitten is slammed with a HUGE thud!

JH: STO!

CM: Dammit, where’s the space tornado? I missed it again, didn’t I?

As Impact flexes for the crowd, Toan sweeps out Impact’s legs with another double leg takedown. As Impact is put in the sitting position, Toan blasts Impact’s spine with a hard, stiff kick. Impact arches his back and screams as the hit lands. Kitten is watching on all fours as Toan rears back and keeps kicking Impact in the same spot with a taunt, snapping kick. Before long, Kitten is standing and seeing this, shaking his head.

JH: XK looking on without approval… But for what exactly?

Toan notices Kitten standing there and gives Kitten a defiant glare. Kitten walks forward and without saying a word, takes a few steps back and hits his own kick to Impact’s back. Toan shoves Kitten away and does one of his own kicks, but Kitten does not seem at all awed.

JH: Apparently the two men, both versed in the martial arts, are taking exceptions to one another’s kicking styles…

CM: And they’re using Matt Impact as a dummy to show off their skills!

CL: I’m glad someone found a use for him.

The kicking continues until Impact can’t stand anymore. He rolls over and quickly crawls out of the ring, holding his head and his back. Left without anything to kick, Toan and Kitten begin unloading on one another. The pair share strikes without any decisive movement. Meanwhile, a figure appears on the outside, coming in from the stands…

JH: PRIME?! What is he doing here?

CL: What else? Getting involved in the match he was excluded from!

CM: I guess we might not have to wait until Anarchy in the UK to see these four get down!

Perhaps not. Prime decides to go after the unexpecting Impact, running up from behind, grabbing Impact from the back of his head and driving his skull into the concrete with a nasty bulldog! Prime follows up with stomps as the fans let their feelings be known about the interference, even though Mark Jackson remains concentrated on Toan and Kitten.

JH: Impact has his hands full with Prime now, but the referee is oblivious as he is watching XK and Toan going at it!

There is something to see in the ring now as Kitten does a sequence of kicks that hit Toan in the knee, the sternum, the upper body and finally the face. As Toan gets Jello in his knees, Kitten spins and performs a roundhouse kick that would have Walker, Texas Ranger green with envy! He signals to the crowd that he is going to put a nail in Toan’s coffin and lifts the champ onto his shoulders…

JH: XK going for the Cat’s Meow…

But Toan has other ideas. He falls of Kitten’s shoulders and lands on his feet, standing behind Kitten. He reaches around Kitten’s neck and jabs his thumb into Kitten’s windpipe. Kitten tries clawing at the thumb hold but can only manage to gasp for air as he feels his lungs emptying.

JH: NO! TOAN HAS THE ASIATIC SPIKE LOCKED IN! IT’S ALL OVER!

CL: Dammit! Can’t anyone beat this guy?

As Kitten begins to lose consciousness, he pulls out a desperation move – kicking blind, he raises his leg behind him and lands the bottom into the crotch of Toan. As the champion lurches, Kitten hits a spinning backfist and sends Toan split-legged! Kitten once more props Toan on his shoulders, pushes Toan forward while holding one of Toan’s legs and then sits down, driving Toan’s head face-down to the floor!

CL: CAT’S MEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!

JH: Kitten flips Toan over for the three count!

[align=center]1!
2!
3!!!
[/align]

JH: It’s over! It’s over! Kitten just beat Toan! Kitten just beat the Dual Crown champion!

CL: Looks like someone forgot to tell Prime and Impact…

Prime and Impact are still fighting on the outside as Mark Jackson calls for the bell and raises Kitten’s hand in triumph. Toan looks less than pleased as he keeps touching his head over and over. Eventually Prime and Impact spill into the ring, Prime eager to bring the fight closer to his two other opponents at Anarchy in the UK. Kitten, sensing an ambush, begins throwing elbows at Impact and Prime alike, until all three men are brawling!

JH: Well, it does indeed look like we’re getting more than a preview of what Anarchy in the UK will be like!

Soon Toan is also in the scrum, going after Kitten by sneaking in attacks on Prime and Impact as well. Mark Jackson tries to stop the ruckus but is totally ignored by the four crazed maniacs. The bell keeps ringing to no avail and soon security officials and other referees are running down to the ring, swarming the wrestlers and doing their best to pull them apart.

JH: Energy is high here in Glasgow! The champion has been defeated by one of the men he will be defending his title against! Kitten can wave his whiskers with pride now that he has proven he can beat Toan! And Impact is going to have a score to settle with Prime for getting involved in this contest!

CM: It was a fluke! Toan will show that this was a mere slip-up! Kitten just got lucky, that’s all!

CL: I beg to differ, asshat! Toan’s days as champion are numbered! XK just showed that for sure tonight!

JH: After all that… we still have a main event… coming up next!
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JH: This has been quite the eventful night but now we have only one thing left for you folks, the main event.

CM: It’s redemption time for Maj Tahal! He’s taking that belt and walking out of here champion!

CL: I fucking hope so.

JH: Though, to do so he must defeat the champion in two falls, a task easier said than done.

CM: He won’t even need a third fall, he’s going to take the first two falls!

CL: I wouldn’t give the bastard that much credit.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your scheduled main event for this edition of Wednesday Night ReVolt! It is set for two falls to a finish and with a one hour time limit; your official for this contest is Tony Clarke….And it is for the F-I-W Undisputed International Championship!


JH: If Onikage can retain this’ll be his fifth defense and will take him one step closer to his ultimate goal.

CM: Luckily, he isn’t getting past Maj!

CL: He better fucking not, otherwise I’m going to fucking murder Tahal in his sleep.

JH: Say what you will about him, but Onikage has shown that he is a fighting champion.

CM: Just because he’s defended the title on every show except last week’s since he won it doesn’t make him respectable or honorable though.

CL: Agreed, I’ll never fucking respect that dirt bag.


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

[align=center]Ah Ah
Ah Ah
Ah Ah
Ah Ah
[/align]

Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of five people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal. Just then, from behind the curtain walks out the IMD himself, Maj Tahal, followed by his manager General Kumar Singh. Maj is wearing his wrestling gear, while the General is wearing an all white suit, with a white turban. They both grin, as the crowd boo the two Indians. Maj and the General are not paying attention, and instead they start to make there way down the ramp.

[align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire
Fire
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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 next champ is finally here!

CL: Even this schmuck is better than Onikage with that belt.

JH: I’d have to disagree with you there, at least Onikage has some form of respect and honor for others, Maj’s just flat out arrogant.

CM: It’s far from arrogance when you are actually as good as Maj, Buddy Christ even wants to be his best friend.

CL: Buddy Christ has nothing on Buddy Cthulhu, he’ll fucking tentacle rape the sheep fucker while giving Maj the thumbs up!

JH: So much for this being a show for all ages…


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.

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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.

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The sorrow at my feet…

The shadow within me…
Gonna lead the revival…

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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: There is no survival at all in this match, bitch.

JH: It certainly would further cement his status as a dominant champion if he made it past Maj Tahal here tonight.

CM: Bite your tongue! Don’t say such things!

CL: Yeah, you’ll fucking jinx our only chance tonight at actually getting the belt off of the bastard.

JH: Jinx him? Grow up you two, there is no such thing as jinxing some one.

CM: Is too! We’re just lucky Maj hasn’t got the black spot.


Both men stay in their respected corners as Michael Anderson takes center stage once again with his micro phone in hand.


MA: Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Bombay, India and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, and stands at six feet and three inches…He is the reigning Grand Prix Champion….He! Is! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJ TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL~!!!


Tahal pounds a hand across his chest and raises his fists into the air to a chorus of jeers that brings a smirk to his face.


MA: And now 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! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


Onikage pushes his body up off of the buckle and undoes the championship, holding it up in front of him to a mixture of jeers and cheers. Clarke calls the two to the center of the ring and they obey, walking forward until they are nearly nose to nose. FIW’s senior official explains the rules to the two and they nod their heads, acknowledging they understood them. As they shook hands Tony Clarke holds the Undisputed International Championship up into the air before calling for the bell.


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Tahal bolts right at the champion as soon as the bell rings and goes for a lariat, but gets a snap powerslam for his troubles! Fighting through the pain Maj scrambles up to his feet and charges at the masked man again, this time getting a back body drop. Now a bit of annoyance boiling in him, the Panthera kips up and makes a bee line for the champ. This time the masked oddity tosses him right over head with a belly to belly suplex!

JH: Good lord! Onikage is countering every move Maj makes!

CM: As long as he avoids any pins he should be good.

CL: Yes, because I don’t want a fucking repeat of last time with him losing in about five minutes.

JH: I’m not certain that Maj’s ego could handle losing that quickly again.

CM: If it can’t, I could always re-inflate it, I’m good at stuff like that with air beds and balloons!

CL: Yeah, you’re certainly fucking good at blowing, that’s for damn sure Chip.

With a pound of his fists against the mat Maj storms back up to a vertical base only to get scooped right up onto the Savior of Sorrow’s shoulders. He starts spinning around and around in the center of the ring, performing the air plane spin. Tony ducks out of the way of Tahal’s flailing feet as the Bombay native screams his lungs out. All the while the Scottish crowd chants along with the spins the champion is taking his challenger on.

CM: Talk about an ancient move.

CL: This is so fucking old it has mold on it’s mold.

JH: Don’t let the age of the maneuver fool you two, the air plane spine can be a deadly move when used correctly.

CM: I’m sorry but how is spinning around deadly?

CL: Yeah, it is just fucking annoying because it makes you dizzy and shit.

JH: But it also takes away your balance, a precious thing to a wrestler.

Amazingly the Undisputed International Champion is relentless with his spins as he just keeps going and going in a clockwise direction. The fans break the twenties and at this point some of them stop counting and cheer on how crazy this is. When they hit thirty the Straight Edge Artist suddenly stops to a sigh of relief from the referee. Only he starts back up counter clockwise now and the fans renew their count!

CL: This is fucking ridiculous!

JH: Onikage’s been going for a good few minutes now, this may be one of the longest air plane spins ever!

CM: Darn, he’s going so fast and doing it so many times even I’m starting to feel dizzy!

CL: So help me Tier if that masked bastard gets a fall off of this I’m fucking rioting!

JH: Well, he did hit quite a few high impact moves before delivering it, so it is possible.

CM: Never! Maj won’t lose a fall due to a friggin’ dizzy spell!

This time around he only goes up to ten before he stops and let’s Maj drop back down onto his feet, both men looking worse for wear. They stagger and stumble about, Tahal looking like he is walking around on legs made of spaghetti noodles. FIW’s Savior of Sorrow clutches at his head and tries to shake the cobwebs as he moves towards Maj. The Panthera doesn’t even see it coming until it’s too late and Onikage tosses him over him with a sleeper suplex from behind!

JH: See? That’s the effects of the air plane spin!

CM: I never got that name any ways, looks more like a wind mill spin to me.

CL: Yeah, but fucking lot good that did him, he is dizzy too!

JH: That may be true, but, he managed to deliver a vicious maneuver any ways.

CM: …Or maybe a washing machine spin, or a top spin.

CL: Will you shut the fuck up already, Chip! Fuck sake! You’re like a old fucking woman at a fucking sewing circle who just won’t fucking shut the fuck up!

Being so completely out of it from dizziness Maj hurries back up to a vertical base and meets the champion at his feet. For his troubles he gets a knee strike to the mid-section, resulting in him doubling over and gasping for air. Taking the opportunity right in front of him Onikage wraps his arm around Tahal’s neck in a front chancery. Quickly he throws his body back and drives the Panthera skull first into the canvas with a DDT!

CM: Gah! He’s trying to give Maj another concussion!

CL: Wouldn’t surprise me if the bastard was trying to take the easy way out!

JH: I hardly doubt that’s what he is doing.

CM: How can you be so sure, huh? Are you able to go inside his head and watch his every movement via a small door way you found like that one movie? Huh?!

CL: I don’t think any one would want to be stuck in Onikage’s head for any amount of time, even Bitchen here.

JH: I am proud to say I’ve never done any thing that involves being inside another man, erm…I mean…being inside another man’s head! Bloody hell, you two are a bad influence!

In the blink of an eye the champion is back onto his feet and runs right into the ropes, bouncing off of the cables at a faster pace. Dazedly the challenger shakes his head and grasps it with both of his hands as he pushes his body up to a sitting position. He manages to get one knee up just in time for the masked oddity to scale right up it. All he has the time to do is look up when the Savior of Sorrow’s boots come down in a double stomp!

CL: That was actually kind of fucking innovative…

JH: A shining double stomp right into Maj’s face!

CM: Not the face! That’s Maj’s money maker!

CL: How the fuck do you figure that, he has a nose so gigantic that America is trying to tell him that it’s own country.

JH: While I don’t think he’s ugly, Maj certainly isn’t some thing I’d consider overly attractive…

CM: Shush you two, you can hear it…women across the globe are weeping in fear that his face is damaged…well, women and Felix Arroyo…

Onikage pushes his body back up to a vertical base and moves towards the turnbuckle, yanking his body up onto the second buckle and skipping the bottom one. Gradually he makes his way up to the top of the corner as Maj gets back up to his feet too. His eyes fall upon his opponent just in time to see him fly through the air and aiming to hit him. The Panthera bends over to avoid it, only to have in mid-air the Savior of Sorrow grab him and roll him up into a sunset flip!


JH: We have our first fall deciding situation of the match!

CM: Bit anticlimactic for him to finally go to the air…only to hit a sunset flip.


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CL: Well it’s not like he had a lot of fucking options when Maj bends over.

JH: I can’t believe I’m hearing what I am, Constance is defending Onikage…


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CM: Traitor!

CL: What?! I still fucking hate that fucking sheep fucker, so fuck you Hitchen! And Maj better fucking kick out right now!


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JH: Unbelievable! This early in their rematch and Onikage secures a pin fall over Maj once more with a roll up maneuver!


MA: The winner of the first fall by pin fall…ONIKAGE~!


CM: That guy is like the master of awkwardly placing his opponent’s and his bodies together in positions for pins.


A second too late Maj kicks out and rushes up to his knees, checking with Tony and asking him if he kicked out in time. Tony shakes his head and holds up three fingers, causing Tahal to break out into a temper tantrum at failing to avoid getting pinned again. His thoughts are swiftly taken off of this though when the masked oddity delivers a low side spinal kick to his back. He barrels off of the ropes and hits a running knee strike, nailing Maj on the chin and taking him down to the mat and then hits a shining elbow drop!

CM: Hey! That’s not fair! Maj wasn’t ready!

CL: Fucking bastard hitting a fucking combo.

JH: There are no rest breaks between falls, Chip.

CM: There should be, and Maj should get a fruit platter and a cup of soda during it too while getting massaged by a harem of women.

CL: Closest fucking thing he’s got to that is those two guys with beards.

JH: Which I doubt Maj would consider the same.

Rolling as far as he can away from the champion the Panthera hits the ropes before he rolls up to a knee, holding his head as he tries to catch his breath. Slowly he gets up as the Straight Edge Artist gets up to his as well and immediately looks towards his challenger. He darts right towards him and in mid-step towards him jumps into the air, looking for a flying knee strike. However, Tahal manages to duck under it enough to send the masked oddity right over the top rope!

CL: Fucking finally! ‘Bout fucking time he started to fight back!

JH: If Maj uses this time wisely he’s given himself he could use it to recover and rebound in this match.

CM: Yeah, there’s no way Onikage is winning two straight falls.

CL: Fucking aye, that shit never happens.

JH: I wouldn’t be too sure guys, if Maj doesn’t turn this around in a hurry, we could see it.

CM: You’re dreaming Hitchen.

Unfortunately for the challenger, the champion lands right on his feet over the top rope on the apron and snatches a hold of Tahal’s skull. After positioning him perfectly he tries to vertical suplex him over the top rope and off of the apron. Though Maj manages to stop this and land on the apron beside the masked oddity. The Savior of Sorrow and him trade a few forearm strikes with each other as Tony tells them to bring it back into the ring.

JH: Maj is finally hitting his first offense of the match!

CM: Alright! Fight back Maj, fight back!

CL: You got that right Skippy McHair Gel, fight that sheep fucker!

JH: …Skippy McHair Gel?

CM: Maj’s hair does defy gravity.

CL: I actually fucking meant you, you feminine son of a bitch.

It is a knee strike to the mid-section from the Straight Edge Artist that is the difference maker, making Tahal double over in agony. Before he can do any thing about it, the champion brings him into a standing head scissors position and wraps his arms around him. The Scottish fans all collectively gasp when the Savior of Sorrow lifts the Panthera up into the air and up onto his shoulders for the briefest of moments. He then brings him down at a furious velocity neck first onto the apron with a powerbomb!

CM: Ow-ow-ow-ow-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUCH~!!!

CL: Fucking hell!

JH: Onikage could’ve just crippled Maj Tahal!

CM: Did you see, did you?! He landed neck first on the apron!

CL: Yeah, we fucking know numbnuts, that’s why Bitchen said what he did!

JH: That’s it, it’s all ov…what is he doing?

Gently the mask wearing sociopath places a hand on his Indian foe’s hair and tightens its hold on it, bringing him back up to a vertical base. He wraps his arm around the back of the dazed and weakened challenger’s neck, almost like a vertical suplex. Not a lot of effort is put into lifting Maj into the air or hooking either of his legs by the champ. The fans however look on in horror as the masked oddity gets a running start, before hitting a Splash of Bleak on the apron!

CL: Fully fucking sick!

JH: The Splash of Bleak Muscle Buster on the apron! DAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRRRROOOOOOUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS~!!!

CM: Holy shit! Maj could be dead!

CL: That’s a fucking exclamation point to it all!

JH: That is the first time he’s used A Splash of Bleak in FIW I believe!

CM: Poor Tahal, he might have a compressed neck after that!

Twitching is all Maj’s body is doing after the maneuver, which gives the Savior of Sorrow an easy time rolling him back under the bottom rope. He reenters between the top and middle ropes in his standard way and stands over his fallen challenger. Taking a moment to soak it all in until he drops down to a knee and grabs Maj. After a quick bit of fiddling around with their limbs Onikage turns the two of them over into For Whom the Bell Tolls with a body scissors!

JH: It’s For Whom the Bell Tolls!

CM: Gah! Wasn’t the two moves on the apron enough?!

CL: Fucker probably just wants to ensure there is no room for excuses from Maj this time around.

JH: I know Maj is a proud man, but I’m not sure with the state he is in how long he can handle a hold like this!

CM: No! He’ll make an amazing come back like the Karate Kid and win this match!

CL: Great, now Chip’s becoming fucking delusional…

Clarke kneels down beside them and keeps checking the Panthera’s arms and hands, and continually asks him if he wants to submit. With each passing second Maj’s arms and head become more and more lifeless thanks to the submission. Eventually, he does the only thing he can do at this point; he taps out against the masked oddity’s arm. Quickly Tony Clarke turns his back to the two and calls for the bell.

CM: No! Why Maj, why?!

CL: Probably because he might need a wheel chair after this match.


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JH: If nothing else, you can say that Maj was quite tough to hang in there as long as he did.

CM: But I wanted him to win!


MA: The winner of the second fall by submission and the winner of the match…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


CL: Fuck Onikage.


”Simple Survival” booms over the sound system and the fans greet it with a mixed reaction as the masked man releases his hold on Tahal. He pushes his foe off of him and gets to a knee when he’s presented the title belt by Tony. Tony grabs his hand and raises his arm in victory and Onikage raises the other hand, that’s holding the title belt. Once Tony let’s go the masked oddity grabs Maj’s dazed hand and shakes it before rolling out of the ring.

The Savior of Sorrow heads up the walk way, looking out at the fans, most of them yelling and cursing his name, while a few hold up their arms in the straight edge X manner. As he turns around to face the entrance way he points out Constance at the announcer table and waves mockingly, which gets a middle finger from the announcer. Swiftly he jogs up the steps and stops at the end of the entrance stage, turning around to face the fans once more. FIW’s Undisputed International Champion holds his arms up in a X to yet another mixed reaction before heading to the back.


CL: Fucking bitch, trying to be fucking cute with his fucking waving.

JH: We’ve had quite the night and a lot of developments heading into Anarchy in the UK Two Thousand and Seven!

CM: And we’ve only got one show left before the event!

CL: Yeah, since this show’s time is up, for Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance. We’ll see you next week as the road to anarchy comes to a close…You wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it~!

Immediately the camera cuts back to the gorilla position to see the triumphant champion walk into it. He goes down the small set of steel steps and avoids completely the technical area or the staff members. Instead he walks straight down the hall way that leads to the wrestlers’ locker and changing rooms, and the showers. His windbreaker slung over one shoulder and his championship slung over the other.

Due to how deserted the hall way is with each foot step he takes it creates an echo effect down the path. The Savior of Sorrow raises one of his taped up hands and pushes some of his mane like multi-colored locks out of his masked face. A few of the over head lights flicker a bit as he takes a deep inhale and then exhale along his walk. Just barely there are traces of sweat running down his body as he starts ripping at the tape on his hands, undoing them.

As seconds pass in silence outside of the tape ripping, the lights start flickering more and more frequently, the number of them flickering increases as well. It doesn’t take too long before the Straight Edge Artist takes notice of the lights flickering on and off. His eyes narrow behind the cow hide and he looks around, perhaps a bit of paranoia sinking in. When he sees no one around he resumes walking, a bit faster of a pace than what he was previously doing.

Then all at once it happens finally, the lights cut out and don’t come back on, except for the one single light shining over his head. Just as the champion is about to look over his shoulder again a gigantic hand reaches out from the darkness. This well tanned hand wraps it’s sausage like fingers around his throat and chokes him. Onikage tries to fight back and get free from the hold but the hand’s owner slams him against the wall.

After the initial shock of being slammed shakes off the Savior of Sorrow still tries to fight his way free, pounding on the wrist and forearm. More of this darkly tanned arm becomes visible when the owner lifts the champion up off of the ground, still holding him against the wall. FIW’s masked oddity tries to still fight back, but the choking is sapping his strength far too quickly for him to do much now. Beside the towering Silhouette another comes into view, much smaller looking and it is a familiar trait the causes Onikage to give up completely in his struggle.

Breathing, that robotic gasps for the precious air that gives humans life breaks the silence and fills the hall way with noise. The lips curl and his facial features contort behind the leather mask into a snarl as he glares at the shadow. A foot clad in a boot steps into the light and shortly with it part of the figure’s appearance enters as well when he takes a step forward. Onikage’s dark hazel eyes glare down at the man staring up at him with a unknown expression behind his metallic mask, the General Manager finally speaking.


Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Greetings…kssshhhhhk... I believe…kssshhhhhk... we have.. kssshhhhhk... some…kssshhhhhk... business to discuss…kssshhhhhk...

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