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ReVolt; 03-14-07
Topic Started: Mar 15 2007, 06:39 AM (361 Views)
Crimson Shards
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GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE

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

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

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

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


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

HERE RIGHT NOW !!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

MIND ENDURANCE!!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


SO WRONG,
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG


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

1
2
3!!!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED


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

SO FUCKING DETERMINED
GO!!!
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The FIW intro and clips fade from the screen as Mudvaynes' Determined finishes... leaving the cheering crowd in the hand's of FIW's three commentators, Chip Martin, Constace Loire and Jonathon Hitchin...

JH: "Welcome to FIW Revolt Ladies and Gentlemen-"

CL: "-We hope our program brings you all the fucking Violence and most fucking fucked up profanity you've ever heard!"

JH: "Uh, thanks Cons"

CM: "..As long as someone gets what's coming to them and there's some women worth looking at it we'll be entertained. Hell, If it's good enough to make me forget I work with you pair for a few minutes there isn't a person on this EARTH who wouldn't be entertained

CL: "Good clean fucking fun.. Bring the fucking kids allong!"

CM: "Why haven't we heard any entrance music yet?"

Michael Anderson makes his way to the ring, no music plays but he seems to hold a piece of paper in one hand and the microphone in the other

JH: "Seems like Michael Anderson has an announcement to make"

CM: "Of course he has an announcement to make, he's a ring ANNOUNCER, Jon"

JH: "Sure, Chip"

CL: " ...Wait? ANNOUNCEMENT!? What the Fucking Fuck!? THIS IS A FUCKING OUTRAGE! People paid good fucking money to see fucking Violence, fuck damnit! Where the fucking hell are the Wrestlers? I want to see someone fucking Decapitate Anderson with a Fucking Chair for this shit!"

CM: "Well atleast the blood won't ruin a good suit. I doubt Anderson would know the meaning of one"

Michael steps into the middle of the ring looking slightly less jokey than usual

MA: "Ladies and Gentlemen I have a serious announcement to make... Guys, Roll the footage"

The screen starts to roll black and white, silent, slightly grainy footage from a fixed position... almost certainly a security camera

JH: "Serious Announcement? What's serious enough to warrant replaying the security footage?"

CM: "Hah, Anderson would probably call it an emergency if he managed to spill Ketchup on himself... I'D call it good riddance to bad fashion"

CL: "Shut the FUCKING hell up you pair, here comes the good stuff!"

The footage is of the Backstage area, and as two people come into view from the side it's pretty obvious what's happening; It's a hardcore match from last week. Prime is shoved into view, as Xanthius walks towards him, 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!

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.

ONE!


TWO!!

TH--NO!

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! 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

JH: "You see? This is what you get when you let a bunch of guys loose back there... I'M just surprised we didn't loose a camera"

CM: "Jon, as much as I hate your idiotic guts sometimes, by sheer dumb luck you manage to speak the truth occasionally... As much as I like to see the next jerk cope it in the face where it belongs they should leave our stuff out of it, it's expensive... you couldn't pay me enough to have a crate fall like that on me"

CL: "I can't believe what the fuck my fucking ears are telling me!- Fuck, we need to pay these guys MORE to do this fucking shit! 'I' just wish we'd seen someone get impaled on the fucking splinters left OVER!"

MA: "Ok, now fast forward it to the next part"

CL: "No! You fucking idiot! You retarded pile of Monkey-Feces, you're skipping the best part"

CM: "If you like bloodsports so much, why don't you take down Anderson now? I'll burn his suit when you are done"

JH: "Guys! This is Serious!"

CM: "I'm sure that's what you think but I don't have the highest regard for your ability to do any thinking."

The footage stops fast forwarding and it looks like most of the employees have gone home or made preperations to start doing so... the Janitor on screen goes offscreen, presumably to get something to clean the crate into... When a hand suddenly thrusts it's way upwards from the Debris!

JH: "Sweet Jesus!"

CL:"For the love of Nyarlathotep... Even though he hates us all-What the hell is THAT thing!?"

CM: "Let me know when I should stop watching my perfectly manicured fingernails out of boredom..."

The hand is followed by another more slowly which begins to scrape away the woodscraps revealing a pale face and black hair... shortly followed by the rest of the black clothed body which removes itself from the pile, warily eyes it's surroundings like a wild animal before scampering off into the nearest cover

JH: "Good god it's a Man-"

CM: "-IF you can call it that... that thing makes my flesh curdle"

CL: "HAH! Now THAT'S the way to travel... why take a Plane when you can take a Crate?"

CM: "Oh go Fax yourself Cons"

MA: "...He's been hiding the arena illegally for an entire week now... if a fan or a wrestler should see him Please contact security, we are uncertain of how dangerous he is."

JH: "Well... what are the odds?"

CL: "Just think, we don't know where the Bloody Fucker is, he could be fucking ANYWHERE by now..."

At this point, Chip feels an unbreakable urge to look under the announcer's table...

JH: "What are you doing Chip?"

CM: *semi-nervously* "Checking to see if you spontaneously grew a fashion sense you jackass"

MA: The following match is a standard rules tag team contest scheduled for one fall.

"The Lumberjack" by Jackyl hits the PA system and the crowd rise to life with cheers. In anticipation awaiting their hero's entrance, the fans begin to pound on the guard rails and chant loudly. As the crowd comes to a fever pitch, El Lumberjacko runs out from the backstage area and stops midway down the ramp. He thrusts both arms into the air to a positive response from the fans, before sprinting the rest of the way down the ramp. As he reaches the ring he slides under the bottom rope and quickly makes it back to his feet. He mounts the closest turnbuckle nearest him and thrusts both arms into the air again, receiving the same positive reaction from the crowd. El Lumberjacko jumps down and proceeds to chase the ring announcer around with an imaginary chainsaw as his entrance music dies down.

MA: Introducing first… from Maple Syrup, Canada… standing five feet nine inches and weighing in at two hundred and ten inches… ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
LUMMMMMMMMMMMMMBERJAAAAAAAAACKOOOOOOO!!!

CL: Okay, very funny, Chip. I can see you’re behind this.

CM: There aren’t enough designer drugs in the world to make me conceive of some… thing like this.

JH: There isn’t any joke going on here, mates. El Lumberjacko is the real deal, a high-flying luchador lumberjack from the chilly north. And here comes his partner…

The house lights dim and slowly a set of frosted glass doors are lowered over the wrestlers entrance as a tuxedo clad man makes his way onto the concrete stage with microphone in hand. Suddenly bright white lights kick up behind the doors only to reveal the man on the stage further. He pulls the microphone to his lips as Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva begins to play over the PA system. The man begins to speak over the opening lyrics of the song.

Man: “Ladies and gentlemen please…Would you bring your attention to me?”

As the crowd fixes their attention on the man a silhouette appears in the light and the man continues to speak over the lyrics of the song.

Man: “For a feast for your eyes to see. An explosion of catastrophe.”

At the base of the stairs leading to the isle to the ring, a massive white explosion bursts out startling the crowd. The man again continues to speak over the song as he moves in putting a hand on the door handle covering the entrance.

Man: “Like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door. Your jaws will be on the floor. After this you’ll be begging for more.”

The man then pulls both doors open and the lights behind the glass dim down as two large spot lights focus in on the entrance and he quickly exits the stage as Ethan Adams clad in his entrance robe is revealed. The superstar steps out onto the concrete stage holding his arms out to his side as the song kicks in.

[align=center] Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen
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Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring.

[align=center]Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen
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As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes.

MA: Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighing in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!

[align=center]Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
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Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting the match to begin.

CM: The First Wonder of the World? The first thing I’m wondering is who this guy is.

JH: Ethan Adams is a human highlight reel, a flashy flying fighter who knows his style and knows his spots. Along with El Lumberjacko, he is planning to make a big splash here tonight as they face their challengers…

The lights go dim as "Headstrong" by Trapt begins to play throughout the arena, red strobe lights then begin to flash, rotate, and light up the stage and gold pyro begins to shower down to the left and right of The Dragon as he appears on stage. With his head down and standing there for a few second, he then looks up and begins to confidently walk his way down to the ring. As The Dragon makes his way to the ring he pauses infront of the stairs and looks out into the crowd before running up the stairs and into the ring. The Dragon then makes his way to the left turnbuckle, climbs up it, and lifts both arms in the air and flexes his chest and arm muscles as he pauses for a few seconds and then climbs back down in anticipation of the beginning of the match.

MA: Their opponents… introducing first, from Houston, Texas… at six feet five and weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… THE DRAAAAAAAAAGOOON!!!

JH: Dragon is by far the most physically impressive man in this match-up, a powerhouse in the true sense of the word. Still, El Lumberjacko and Adams may have an advantage in their combined speed and technical ability.

CL: You mean their ability to flip flop around and defy the laws of gravity and common sense.

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: His partner… from Houston, Texas… at five feet eleven and weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds… THE DYNAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… SHAUUUUUUUUUN WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!

CM: My notes tell me that Shaun and Dragon used to work together in Houston operating air balloons, from which they would drop pamphlets advertising the openings of local Chinese restaurants.

JH: Not only is that not true, I’ve never seen you with a “note” much less “notes.”

CM: Hey, I’m trying to add some color to this match! It’s my job as a color commentator!

Richard Kelly inspects the participants, not all taken aback by their myriad appearances. El Lumberjacko and Dragon start things off, locking up just as the bell rings.

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


Dragon easily takes control initially, but El Lumberjacko slips out of an attempted full nelson and kicks from behind, nailing Dragon in the stomach. Running off the ropes, El Lumberjacko leaps, wraps his legs around Dragon’s neck and takes him down with a lightning-quick Frankensteiner!

CM: Lumeberjacko planting Dragon-ganoush onto the mat with power! You have to admire his style, even if he is a dirty money-grubbing Canadian!

CL: Yeah, like a little guy like that would be able to flip a big guy like that. Wake me up when this is over.

Lumberjacko tags in Ethan Adams, who ascends the turnbuckle in his corner and performs a corkscrew legdrop that has him going 360 degrees and landing with his leg across Dragon’s neck! Lumberjacko slips back into the ring and bounces off the ropes, gets a heave from Ethan that has Lumberjacko picked up and dropped on top of Dragon with a splash!

JH: The Irish fans are entertained at least by the acrobatics of these daredevils!

CM: My notes say that Lumberjacko-ganoush is used to pleasing the crowds with his stripteases to ‘80s glam rock songs at The Manhole Club in downtown Windsor, Ontario.

Adams picks up the aghast Dragon and puts his head under Dragon’s arm and clutches Dragib in a belly to belly suplex and flips him over. He follows up the Northern Lights suplex with a elementary springboard moonsault off the second rope that has him splashing off Dragon’s midsection and quickly getting back to his feet. He holds onto Dragon’s head and runs up and off the ropes in a Tornado DDT. Not willing to see his partner get brutalized, Dragon runs in but is met with a springboard shooting star hurricanrana that – after being tangled in the ropes – has Ethan and Shaun falling to the outside.

JH: Ethan Adams is certainly living up to his namesake as he astounds and amazes with his speedy hits and death-defying thirst for glory! The fans are practically on their feet already, which is a rare event in opening matches!

CM: My notes tell me that has more to do with Irish people having endemic flatulence than them being impressed.

Richard Kelly begins counting Ethan out, but he quickly returns to the inside of the ring. Shaun sets himself up at ringside as well and receives a tag from Dragon. Ethan in turn tags out to El Lumberjacko, who arm drags Shaun across the mat. He then waits for Shaun to return to a standing position before hitting him with a dropkick that sends the Dynamo up and over and the ropes to the outside. El Lumberjacko pumps up the crowd with shouts and arm-waving and runs off the ropes as if he is going for a dive to the outside, and Shaun even covers his head and cowers as he prepares for a suicidal splash. The dive never comes, however, as Lumberjacko stops on a dime and puts his hands on his hips. The audience bursts into laughter as Lumberjacko casually steps over the ropes and kicks the cringing Shaun in the back of the head.

JH: El Lumberjacko endearing himself to the FIW faithful but showing a sense of humor.

Irate at being made a fool, Shaun storms back into the ring… only to be met by Lumberjacko, who draws Shaun forward before being thrown back, swinging Shaun in a circle and down to the mat!

JH: A swinging Complete Shot, which Lumberjacko calls the Texas Chainsaw Massacre!

CM: I saw that movie. Jessica Biel is hot… even when she’s covered in blood and gore.

Dragon attempts to make the save, but he is caught up by Ethan Adams, who tosses Dragon down and locks in a waistlock Boston Crab. Dragon writhes in agony as Ethan keeps the hold on tight while Richard Kelly drops and begins counting as Lumberjacko covers Shaun!

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2!
3!!!
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As Lumberjacko gets up, hand raised in victory, Dragon is tapping out to the Ego Stroke!

JH: It is a double victory for El Lumberjacko and Ethan Adams as each man defeated an opponent tonight.

CM: What a way to make an entrance into the FIW.

CL: Yawn… Is it over yet?
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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.

Michael Anderson: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a four way match. Making his way to the ring at this time, hailing from Reading, England, and weighing in at two hundred and sixty three pounds, he is the Koopamaniac…ASH KOOPA!

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.

Chip Martin: “Ugh, I can’t stand this guy. What is so loveable about him that the crowd just feels the need to eat up?”

Jonathan Hitchen: “Come on, Chip, try not to be such an asshole.”

“Bulls on Parade” by Rage Against the Machine hits the PA system and Wayne Don makes his way out from the backstage area. He walks down the aisle way before reaching the ring and sliding under the bottom rope, standing in the opposite corner from Ash Koopa.

Michael Anderson: “And the second competitor for this match, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds. He is the Element of Exellence, the Canadian Wehrmacht…WAYNE DON!

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.

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.

Michael Anderson: “She comes from Saitama, Japan and weighs in at one hundred and twenty five pounds, she is…MOMOKO WAKARI!

So far we have three of the four participants in the ring, but Daisuke Tanaka remains to be seen. After a few moments of waiting the wrestlers in the ring begin to grow restless and pace around somewhat. Suddenly, every light in the arena goes out and the entire place is cast into darkness. When the lights turn back on, Daisuke has appeared and at his feet lies the newcomer, Ash Koopa. Without further delay, the time keeper rings the bell, signaling the start of this contest.

Chip Martin: “Ha, there’s my man, Daisuke! Always making a grand entrance, that sneaky little bastard.”

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Momoko follows Daisuke’s example and goes immediately after Wayne Don, hitting him with several forearms to the chest. Stunned at the sudden onslaught, Wayne is open for more abuse as she hits him with several toe kicks. Doubled over in pain, he’s easy game for a snapmare from Momoko that takes him down by the hair. She follows it up with a stiff kick to the back of the spine and clubbing blow to the neck. Mean while, Ash Koopa and Daisuke have taken to exchanging blows with one another. At the moment with Daisuke getting the upper hand by hitting a low dropkick on the knees of Ash. With the sizeably bigger competitor at his knees, Daisuke takes off running for the opposite ropes and comes back looking for a running forearm smash, only to get cut off by a right hand to the gut from Koopa. After regaining his leverage, Ash gets to his feet and lifts Daisuke with him, twirling him around in an airplane spin.

After taking enough punishment from Momoko, Wayne has begun to fight back, countering an attempted strike into an arm drag that sends her flying across the ring. As she comes back to her feet he meets her and decks her with a HUGE European uppercut. Out on her feet, Momoko leans up against the ropes for support, only to get whipped off of them and into the opposite ropes. On the rebound Wayne catches her and plants her with a power slam, going straight into a cover.

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2...!


3?!…NO, KICKOUT![/align]


Wayne picks her up again and this time goes for a piledriver, but is cut off when Ash comes over and nails him in the back of the head with a bionic elbow. He also hits Momoko with a big boot to the side of the head that leaves her dazed, and allowing Ash to take advantage of a stunned Wayne Don. Scooping him up, Koopa hits finisher, the Koop De Grace, planting Wayne straight on his head with a lot of impact behind it. He hooks the near leg of Wayne and makes a cover.

Chip Martin: “NO! NO! NO!”

Jonathan Hitchen: “What is your deal? Ash is a new guy, but give him some credit, he knows how to make his way around the ring.”

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Before Ash has a chance to get a pinfall over Wayne, Momoko manages to break it up and hit Koopa with a kick to the head. She brings him to his feet and whips him into the ropes, but he stops himself, only for Momoko to level him with another kick to the head and cause him to fall out to the ring apron. She follows after and the two begin fighting for control on the unstable environment. Momoko gets to the final say so, hitting Ash with a hard slap to the face. She grabs a hold of his head in a side headlock, before hooking his leg and swinging him backward to the floor with a russian legsweep. Both of them hit the ground with a thud, leaving them to gasp for air as the crowd pops loudly.

Daisuke has regained his footing and stands opposite of Wayne Don, who is also getting to his feet, but has his back turned to the silent assassin. As Michaela Menendez is checking on the status of the two who just took a tumble to the outside, Daisuke takes advantage of the situation and sprays mist into the eyes of Wayne as he turns around. Quickly following up the mist with a Lightning High Kick to the head of Wayne, and a fast cover as well. When Michaela turns around she sees nothing but a pinfall attempt and goes down to make the count.

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3! IS IT? YES, IT IS![/align]


Chip Martin: “OUCH, THAT’S GOTTA HURT! But damn does it feel good to see Daisuke get the win in this one. Any other person and I think I would have vomited.”

Jonathan Hitchen: “Yes, another win for a cheating combatant that can’t stick to just playing by the rules. Hip hip hooray!”

Michael Anderson: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER…DAISUKE TANAKA!

The scene now cuts to the ring where four chairs are set up inbetween a podium where Gunnar Leland is standing, a microphone in front of him and a pleased look on his face as he surveys the crowd. He does not waste any time looking around any longer, and begins to speak.

GL: "Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, a special attraction will be taking place where two of FIW's most impressive tag teams as of late will be engaging in a debate about their opinions on tag team wrestling. Fans, FIW fans, please give it up for Hardcore SEX and THE! REVOLUTION!"

At first the arena is filled with the faint sound of chugging guitars. The music grows louder, building up into a faster more powerful rhythm. Lights begin to flash white and red as all attention turns to the entryway.

[align=center]Just let me ask you,
"Hey, have you heard of my religion?"
It's called the church of hot addiction,
and we believe that God is lust for everything.
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The two members of HARDCORE SEX appear at the entryway, posing for the fans. Steve is his usual sullen, silent self, staring intently at the ring, preparing himself mentally for the upcoming match, fists clenched, jaw tight. Felix, on the other hand, totally hams it up, blowing kisses to the crowd, pumping his arms and flexing his muscles.

[align=center]Because now...
the time has come for your devotion,
and you already got the motion.
What I need to give it, just give it, give it to me

I'm waiting, I'm waiting... Turn out the lights…
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As the duo make their way to the ring, Steve walks forward with a determined pace, his breathing steadily increasing. Felix bounces like a kid with two much sugar, strutting to the music, pursing his lips and rubbing his nipples.

As they arrive at the ring, Felix hops on to the apron and raises the ropes for Steve like a wrestler would do for his valet. Steve ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope.

[align=center]Tonight
I am the drug you can't deny!
Tonight
G.A.B.E. gonnna get you high!
My light is electric!
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Both men wait in the ring as their poppy rock theme fades out, Steve folding his arms and cracking his neck as Felix continues to work the crowd, shaking the ropes and dancing back and forth.

[align=center]Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah…
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JH: One of the most interesting teams we've seen lately, that's for sure, but there's no denying their skill as wrestlers.

CM: Felix just scares the shit out of me, that's all. Not in a skull cowboy way either, just a weird-scary way.

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

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


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

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


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

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


They drop off the buckle and meet in the center of the ring, speaking with each other quietly as the music and lights fade away, leaving the crowd at a fevered pitch and ready for war, but they won't be getting it tonight, we don't think, as Night and Grant have a seat at their chairs.

JH: I don't think we've seen another team that went unbeaten for five months like these two have since Cerberus! That is a damn good sign for the future of the Revolution, I think.

CM: Chris Sanders is also conspicuous by his absence, I wonder if he didn't want to take part in this..

Now that Gunnar's got everything settled we go back up to him so we can get this thing rolling. Microphones have been passed out to all four men so that they can talk without having to get up out of their chairs.

GL: Gentlemen, good to have all four of you here. The first of the topics is; How do you beleive your tag team in particular has changed the face of FIW tag team wrestling as we know it? Hardcore SEX, you may respond first.

Felix: Well, I alone take credit for bringing sexy back! The tag team division was nothing but a bunch of boring, angry guys (and one girl) barely competing for honor. But with Hardcore Sex, the division finally has charisma and appeal!

Steve: And massive amounts of despair and desperation.

Gunnar nods after both responses, turning now to the Revolution.

GL: Revolution, you have the response.

Nightmare takes the initiative and responds to this one, making sure he looks straight at Felix and Steve while doing so.

Nightmare: "I beleive that the Revolution has changed the face of tag team wrestling for these reasons. One; Just like every other member of the Revolution that once was, we are innovation on a whole new level. We wrestle to uphold the idea and the spirit of Horrorcore, in the place of our leader that was taken from us. Because we beleive so strongly in what we fight for, that beleif in turn gives US strength and comes out making us one of the most dangerous teams in FIW. Felix, Steve...You caught us not looking once. We will both make sure that does not happen again."

Now, Grant raises his mic, Gunnar not saying anything, merely nodding in Rice's direction.

Grant Rice: Before Nightmare & I came along, one could easily say that the Tag Division was in shambles. So many teams falling apart over stupid shit, others just dropping of the face of the earth out of nowhere. I can remember the days of The Ordinary, and those before. When Night & I was placed together, neither of us truely wanted to walk out there and call the other a partner, but we overcame that, we found common ground and what would come of it I feel is a complete reinvention of the Tag Division, at the hands of the two of us. We have pumped our own blood into this division, each night that we went out there and layed another team out, we left a mark on what you would call the Division. With ever match, every victory, we simply change it. Name another team that has done that...

GL: "Hardcore SEX, you may have one opportunity to reply, if not we'll go to the next topic."

Felix just places one hand on a hip and shakes his head.

Felix: I'll admit you guys were good in your day and these idiotic fans were dumb enough to cheer for you, but when you're a one-eyed man in a division of blind freaks, of course you're going to do well! Revolution may have been hot when Tier was riding high and that whole Horrorcore crap meant something, but when it comes to a pair of guys working together and kicking ass, the fans want to have Hardcore SEX!

Gunnar now moves to the next topic, albeit thankfully considering Nightmare is looking a little heated over on the sidelines.

GL: "Next topic...How do you beleive the tag division can and will change in the near future, and what innovations can you bring to it? Hardcore SEX answered first on the first question, so it is Revolution's turn."

Grant Rice: The Tag Division will continue to evolve, just as wrestling as a whole has. There was a time when it was all about someone not saying a word, just walking out to that ring and doing what they do best, wrestle. Just as it evolved from that, it will surely evolve again. Nightmare & I plan to be a leading force in helping it reach the next stage of greatness, and we sure won't let some young cats come in and fuck it up.

Felix does not seem fazed by the apparent shot Grant just took at him and Steve, he retains his cocky personality still.

Felix: But fucking is what we do best! Am I right?

Felix laughs and raises a hand for a high-five from Steve, who just glares at Grant.

Steve: I don't give a rat's ass about the future of this division. I don't care if FIW folds next month. I'm not here for the fans or the glory or the title. I just take intense pleasure in making morons like you bleed. So far all you've done is say this and that about putting me and Felix in our place, but that's all you've done is talk. It's making me very disappointed... which is good... but also very annoying.

Noticing the tension is quickly getting higher, Gunnar smartly scoots along to the next topic, Nightmare barely able to keep himself in his seat.

GL: "Our last topic for this evening...the state of the FIW Tag Team Championships. Because one half of the champions, Ragin', has gone down with an injury, and with the apparent transformation of Kailey Lane, what do each of you beleive will happen in the future of the Tag Team Championships? Revolution, it is your turn to respond first."

Grant takes the opportunity to answer first for the Revolution, lifting his mic and even standing up from his chair to respond.

Grant Rice: The current situation is a very tricky one, I mean, you have one person holding the titles basically, Ragin can't defend if he's out with an injury. So what's to be done? After all, they are the Tag TEAM Championships. I could easily see the Management vacating the titles, what other option do they really have? After that, no telling what they may do. They could just slap them on another team and hope that the fans don't yell "Foul," I surely wouldn't be happy with this outcome, and I'm sure Night would feel the same. I see the only logical option is to hold the titles up, then either hold a tournament, or book a single match between two deserving teams to determine the NEW Champions.

Grant looks over at Hardcore Sex and smirks.

Grant Rice: I'd be willing to guarentee though, that if The Revolution is involved in either of these scenerios, that we WILL be the NEW Champions.

Nightmare then takes the opening to add his two cents, standing up and responding as well. Steve Patterson appears to be seething now as the Prince of Pain speaks..

Nightmare: "I'll have to agree. See, as I've stated before, Gunnar, I firmly beleive that the Revolution has done everything they need to and more to earn a tag team title shot that rightfully belongs to us. We went undefeated for five straight months. It took the chicanery of the Dual Crown Champion and his steroid-soaked compatriot to knock us off, but until then we took everybody, EVERYBODY that FIW threw at us...and we beat every goddamn last one of them. I guess you could say though that Hardcore SEX is different from them."

He's silent for a count of two; maybe Nightmare will take a different road and actually compliment Hardcore SEX's ability?

Nightmare: "No team like Hardcore SEX has ever gone to such a length to destroy us. Attacking us from behind, helping our worst enemies...is it because you two will ride anybody's coattails...or ride anybody at all, in Felix's case, to the top of the wrestling world? Or...are you afraid of us, Steve, Felix? Are you afraid we'll knock you off your meteoric rise to the top of the tag division and bury your ass in the ground where you belong? I'm afraid to tell you, guys, that the latter is in your very immediate future, because the Tag Team titles are going where they belong, with the Revolution. We have been waiting LONG ENOUGH for our opportunity and now..."

JH: Look out!

Before Nightmare has a chance to respond, Steve bursts from his chair and strikes Nightmare in the head with his microphone, knocking the Prince of Pain down! The crowd boos loudly as Felix attacks Grant, rushing him into the corner and attacking with a vicious flurry of strikes, Steve now ramming Nightmare's head into the podium as Gunnar Leland runs for cover. Steve takes to the outside now and grabs a chair, folding it up and bringing it in with him where he lifts up the chair and smashes it across Nightmare's back! Felix takes care of Grant Rice by grabbing him and throwing him shoulder first into the ring post, then he hovers over Nightmare, stomping him and talking trash as Steve continues to wear him out with a chair.

CM: Finally! Somebody gets the goddamn hint and resorts to beating the shit out of Nightmare to shut him up!

JH: Not for long!

Grant Rice is back on his feet now and rushes Steve, hitting a forearm to his back to make him drop the chair, he turns and picks up the chair driving the edge of it into Felix's stomach as Nightmare fights back from his knees with a clothesline, now hovering over Steve raining right hands down onto his face as now Felix and Grant are trading right hands, not even worrying about the steel chair. Security soon floods the ring, trying to pull the two teams apart as the crowd roars, mixed cheers & boos and chants for the Revolution.

JH: This is chaos! Look how many men are seperating Grant Rice and Felix Arroyo!

The men are finally able to pull Rice and Arroyo apart, as well as pull Nightmare off of Steve Patterson, the Revolution now in one corner burning holes through Hardcore SEX on the other side of the ring through a sea of security. Once it seems everything has calmed down the security people start leading the two teams out of the ring, but once they get close enough Nightmare launches a right into Felix's jaw, dropping him and starting the chaos all over again! Both teams spill to the floor fighting it out as once again the security teams swarm them!

CL: This is not going to end beautifully, people! These two teams hate each others guts, and honestly I think only that sweet crimson liquid will be the exclamation point!

Finally, the two teams are pulled apart by security and led to the back, both teams prevented from reaching each other, the security seems to flood the entryway until everyone is backstage.
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Our cameras open up on the part of the FIW arena where the octagonal “etcetera” ring is kept. Inside are the two participants, two foot high snow, and a frosty-looking referee.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall, and is a SNOWBALL FIIIIIIGHT! Introducing first, already in the ring… he stands at five-foot-ten and weighs TWO-hundred poouuuunds… EXTREEEEME NIIIINJAAAA NUMBER TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The fans applaud the ninja ‘cuz the fans all love the ninja.

MA: And his opponent! From Detroit, Michigan… he is the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac… GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAYYYYYYVERRRRRRR!!!

Booo! Booo for Graver, nobody likes him!

CL: Wow, is the UK the stereotypical fan response capitol of the world, or what?

JH: I think any self-respecting person, FIW fan or not, would be able to realize that not only is Graver on the wrong side of justice here… but he’s about two-thirds lost his mind.

The bell rings and Graver wades forward in the crunchy, crunchy snow to the center of the ring. Extreme Ninja moves to meet him. The two stare eye to eye, Hogan-and-Andre style, tension mounting.

JH: Can you feel it? Graver hates the Ninja… and the Ninja can’t seem to figure out why! Both men are searching the other’s soul…

Graver suddenly POPS forward with a headbutt from Hell that catches Ninja on his very own forehead. Ninja clutches his head and bends down, coming back up with an armfull of snow that gets flung in Graver’s direction! He holds his hands up instinctively to keep it from hitting him in the eyes, then barrels into Ninja’s chest with a tackle, knocking him into the snow.

CM: I believe we’re watching the male equivalent of a catfight, gentlemen.

CL: Is that why you’re touching your penis?

Graver fires a series of fists at Ninja and manages to get in three before Ninja knees him in the ass/tailbone area. Graver shoots up off his opponent like a pop-tart out of an overzealous toaster. This gives Ninja time to rise and whip up a makeshift snowball. This he tosses at Graver’s head, and it WANGS him across the noggin. Graver growls and wipes the excess snow off his face (don’t want to get frostbite!) just in time to take another powdery white load in the face!

CM: Oo, I think that one hit him in the eye! Ouch.

JH: This is a fairly unorthodox match… am I right in saying the only legal weapon is… snow?

CL: Yup. Another NGIW original match. Y’ever notice how much of NGIW’s awesomeness FIW has since I showed up?

CM: Wow, so if you go away maybe we’ll go back to BEFORE we ripped off other feds’ matches?

CL: You mean like the Reality Rumble? The Championship Chamber? Hades in a Cell? Cages of Destiny?

CM: … shut up. I hate you.

The Straight Edge Fuckamaniac ROARS in frustration and hops up onto one of the turnbuckles, catapulting himself off into a sort of flying headbutt that takes Ninja to the powder. Graver flips him over and straddles his back, grabbing Ninja by the head and pulling up the lower half of his mask enough to expose his mouth. He then JAMS Ninja’s face into the snow and mashes it hard, turning his head to the side and shoveling snow in before punching him in the cheeks!

JH: Graver is seriously off his meds in this match. I’ve never seen someone so vicious with… with snow!

Graver lets a slap cross the Ninja’s face before dismounting and dropping to his knees.

JH: Oh, what now?

Graver begins forming a small ball of snow, rolling it through its brethren flakes like a tiny Katamari. The snow gathers and gathers until the ball reaches roughly the size of Graver’s head. Behind him, Ninja is stirring, spitting out the icky saliva-covered globs of snow-mass that Graver tried to store in his nonexistent cheek pouches.

CM: That idiot better stop playing in the snow and go back to the fight before…

Ninja seems to have found new intensity and cause in the match as he SPRINGS up and FLYING ROUNDHOUSE KICKS GRAVER INTO HIS OWN GIANT SNOWBALL!!

JH: Ouch! A boot to the back of the head and cold, packed snow to the face.

CM: Hey, maybe he’ll get frostbite and some of that behemoth nose will gangrene off.

Ninja stands on Graver’s back and kicks his head around like a soccer ball for a moment until Graver manages to shake Ninja off. The deft Ninja lands on his toes after a hop away as the Reject rises. Ninja taks a few steps back for momentum and Graver responds in kind, narrowing his eyes. The two run at each other suddenly, leaping into the air at the last second to pass by one another and land in a cloud of white powder.

CM: That was anti-climactic.

Extreme Ninja #2’s clothing flutters from the momentum of his jump into the suddenness of his halt and on the opposite side behind him Graver collapses, both hands cradling his groin with an expression of pure pain written on his face.

CL: Did that little twat just hit Graver in the balls!?

JH: The world may never know. Such are the ways of the ninja.

Ninja stands and dusts some of the snow off before running past the rising Graver into the ropes. He then charges across the snow to the opposite side and rebounds off those ropes as well.

JH: Looks like Ninja’s about to execute his shining stomp…

On his knees, Graver sees Ninja run past him and (away from the prying eyes of our ref, of course) packs snow around a couple of D-size batteries. Ninja comes charging toward Graver’s back and Graver turns around suddenly, BLASTING Ninja in the face with the snowball!

JH: That sneaky CHEAT!

CL: Ingenuity. Graver is pure geniosity given flesh given batteries.

Ninja stumbles backward, holding his mask. His legs move like cooked spaghetti underneath him as he tries to keep his footing.

JH: Looks like Graver might’ve hit him in the bridge of the nose. Knocks the sense right out of someone!

Graver approaches Ninja and turns to face away from him. He essentially sits on Ninja’s collar, entrapping his head between his legs and hooking Ninja’s arms. Graver then charges forward before hopping into the air and DRIVING Ninja’s face into the snow with his ass!

CL: VICINITY OF OBSCENTIY!

Graver rolls Ninja over for a pin…

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!
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… and White Zombie’s Real Solution #9 starts to play to announce his victory.

MA: Here is your winner, by pinfall… GRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYVEERRRRRR!!!

Graver puts both arms in the air, celebrating with a grin his triumph. This doesn’t last for long, though, as Zesboca Devani is quick to charge out and STAGE DIVE into the ring, cross-bodying Graver into the powder!

CL: Aaaand here comes the cheatery brigade.

JH: What the hell are you TALKING about!? Graver was the one who may have just bloodied Ninja’s nose with... with… BATTERIES!!

Zesboca begins WAILING on Graver with left and rights! Graver shoves the FIW Lady off his chest and deposits a harsh elbow strike into the First National Bank of Zesboca’s face. Zesboca retaliates with a SPRINGING dropkick that finds Graver in the snow once more!

CL: The point is she has no right being out here! This is, like… assault! On poor Graver!

JH: Oh, like Graver’s never done anything of the sort!

CM: I don’t see why you’re complaining. This match has been augmented by titties. I know I’M happy. And the ratings spike we just received says that the ratings are happy, too.

Ninja finally rouses and notices what’s going on… which to him appears to be Graver attacking Zesboca as the Reject is back up and looks to be trying to bite her on the forehead! Ninja SPRINGS into action and nails a series of harsh middle kicks to Graver’s ribs!

CL: Oh, and THIS is fair!?

JH: It’s comeuppance! Graver deserves what he’s getting right now! Since the day he set foot into FIW, he’s been breaking every rule we’ve got, damn it!

Security and additional referees finally flood the scene and pry the three apart, dragging them separate ways back to the annals of the arena. Graver gets a good loogie spit off at Zesboca before he’s dragged too far away to hit Ninja with the second one.

JH: Referees finally breaking it up, and it’s about damn time!

CL: Bah. That was rubbish… what the hell else have we got to watch?

[align=center]For what amounts to short results of the NEXT! segment, see this week's NEXT! poll in the General Discussion area.[/align]
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MA: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall to a Fifteen Minute Time Limit!

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]
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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MA: Introducing first, from Fairfield, Connecticut; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Forty Pounds… SEAN MAAAAAADRRRRROOOOOOOOXXXXXXX!!!!

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.

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.

MA: And his first opponent; from Cairo, Egypt; weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Fifty Five Pounds… ZESBOCA DEEEEEEEEEEVAAAAAAAANIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!

[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]

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.

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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MA: Thirdly, from Leamington Spa; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Eight Pounds; he is the Career Killllllllleeeeeerrr…. This Is EEEEEEEELLLLLRRRIIIIIIIICCCCCKKKKKK!!!!

…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.

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

[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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MA:Finally; Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing 240lbs, MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!!

Maj grins as his name's announced. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Maj gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just returned by Tahal back to the firey crowd. Maj continues the swap shop of curses, until he finally gives up on the crowd, and jumps off the turnbuckle. General Kumar gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Maj then waits for the match to begin.

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

CL: Two seconds since the bell, and it’s already a schmozz.

CM: You were expecting anything less?

CL: I don’t know, maybe some semblance of a wrestling match?

Alas, it’s chaos, and it’s anarchy. The crowd [well, the Unionist parts of the crowd,] are somewhat pleased, whooping and hollering as Elrick starts to waste both Taj Mahal and Sean Madrox, in the face with forearms. It’s a short rush, the two heels are swift to gather themselves, and in stereo, plant Elrick in the face! This too, is short lived; Sir Issac Newton’s Second Law comes into play in the shapely form of Zesboca Devani flying from the rafters with a Springboard Cross Body, taking them both down, and on their backs.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

She Gets Hurled Off!!!
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With Zessy hurled so far, she rolls out of the of the ring, we’re left with Madrox and Tahal chopping each other’s chest, wrenching each other’s arm and rolling through. That they’re evenly matched is the point they’re trying to make, evenly matched in all but one way.

JH: Oooh… No, I should have expected that.

As they say in the Ankh Morpork, Madrox got “kicked inna fork.” JJ. pushes Maj and warns him for the infraction, as Elrick stalks Madrox, and German Suplexes him!

[align=center]One!

Maj With The Save!!!
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It’s not really a save; Maj takes the both of them out with a low-alt dropkick and pauses to scream something to effect of “I’m back, mother-bitches! I’m Ba-” The cutting off coming from some more springboarding from Zessy D. dropkicking her way into Maj’s brain and into this Belfast crowd’s hearts. Or something.

CM: Dammit, why did she have ruin Maj’s glorious wonderful, epically triumphant return to infinite awesomeness?

CL: Beats hell out of me. I’m still waiting for Elrick to grow a pair and stiff the crap out of someone.

JH: You might just get your wish, Constance, here comes the Whiplash!

At least, that was his plan. However, the best laid plans of mice and men don’t always allow for acrobatic belly dancers, irritating Megan by wrapping her legs around his head… For a ‘Rana. Elrick wants none of this with his wife and daughter around, and tries to Gallon Throw the woman. A Sunset Flip is Zessy’s expertly done counter; at least if Elrick wasn’t over 50 kilos heavier than her, it would be. Elrick tenses up and blocks it.

JH: Now then; Here’s the Whiplash!!!
CM: Is it hell, Bitchen. The Whiplash is a Fireman’s Carry to a Mid Air Lariat. That only had the Mid-air Lariat. It’s more like just a whip, or maybe just the lash.

CL: Martin; he dragged her, by the hair, off the floor, into the air, before Wasting her. For the love of the Black Bolt, Still Your Wagging Tongue!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Maj Drags Him Off For A Cover Of His Own!!!

One!

Elrick Hauls Him Up and Lariats Him!!
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And just for good measure, he turns to Madrox, but can’t find him. The General looks like a likely target, if not for the fact he’s adopting the classic kneeling, praying, “please don’t hurt me” pose. A little unnecessary on the outside of the ring, but it’s just enough for Maj to hit a Facecrusher onto the ropes, almost dancing as he sets up the Bolta! It only ends up as a set up though; Zessy taps his ankles out, and Elrick lands on top, and, instead of trying his luck at a cover, take’s Zessy’s head of with a Yakuza Kick!

CM: Maybe there’s hope for this guy yet! From wussy family man, to angry FSC contender with one massive boot!

JH: He’s been FSC #1 Contender for two months.

CM: Well, if he keeps up the Head Kicking he might well take it.

Shame for Elrick he makes the turn of the Yakuza Kick right into a Flying Forearm from Madrox! Staggered, but not felled, Elrick gets Bionic with his own Elbow and starts applying it to Madrox’s face. So where’s Maj? Last time he was spotted, he was dropkicked and sent out of the ring, and he’s been there ever since talking strategy with The General, whatever use that is. It seems to be doing him fine as Zessy rubs her jaw, on the floor, and Sean Madrox eats Bionic Elbows. The time is not yet right, as all three aren’t quite ripe for the picking just yet, so Maj [with no fear of being counted out, JJ. has enough difficulty keeping order in the ring,] can just chill outside, with the General fanning him. The General can’t maintain his fanning as he waves to Graver, who’s stalking his way down the aisle.

JH: What’s he doing here? I thought just once, we might have a relatively clean match, with no shenanigans.

CM: It’s only Graver. He probably got lost on the way to the concession stand to top up his Hot Sauce Gun.

JH: I wish…

Back in the ring, Madrox is trying to fight back from the assault of elbows from Elrick. The main problem is, he’s doing with closed fists to Elrick’s face, and that just isn’t Cricket. JJ. agrees, and he tries to stop him. But in the process, he takes his eyes off Zessy…

CM: Dammit, where’s he going with her? I was having enough fun just looking at her? I mean uhh…

Graver and Zesboca, are going up the aisle together. Before the Billy Idol can hit though, it’s worth pointing out that he has her by the hair. Half way there, she manages to get her long flowing locks free by the unladylike method of stamping on Graver’s feet, and slapping him the face. Graver laughs it off, and just nods his head, right down into hers. She tries to fire back, but Graver just drags her off. When they get up the cage, the tide turns, and Graver gets introduced to the cage, repeatedly, before attempting her Facial Detoner onto the Concrete Stage!

CM: What’s the deal with those damn water pistols anyway?

CL: Cut the man some slack. Could you think up a better weapon?

Fortunately for Zessy’s own face, she ducks it, and whips Graver back off the stage and out of sight.

JH: Can’t we get the camera back on the match now, please?

CL: Woah, what the hell happened here?

CM: I can only imagine some kind of world bending, yet self destructive awesomeness that could never, ever be repeated from Sean Madrox has left them both down and out.

JH: Yes…? Do we know what?

CM: Beats the hell out of me, I was watching the brawl. Conse?

CL: Don’t look at me. I only just found out he was still alive.

So Elrick is down, and Madrox is down. Elrick, having done most of the beating in the match, is the first to stir. Remembering where he is, Maj rolls back in, and gets that crazy roly-poly pin, that just seems to be hours of rolling on…

JH: This is robbery! Pure Robbery! Where has he been all through this?

CM: Carefully planning and laying out a perfect strike, is what it looks like.

JH: Yes, but not only is it just not sporting, he’s bloody well cheating!

CM: Nah, I bet he didn’t mean to get his feet tangled up in the ropes…

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three!!!

Maj Steals It!!!

Ding, Ding, Ding!!!
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MA: Here is your winner… MAAAAJJJ TAAAAAAHAAAAAALLL!!!

Spitfire makes it’s return for the first time after a match in what seems like an age, and the General rejoins his countryman, and indulges in some very bad dancing. Elrick picks himself up off the floor, slightly groggy, and runs the two off. The IMD however does not care how he came to this victory, on that he did, and it shows, all the way to the back, leaving Elrick alone, to fume silently, until…

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, revealing that he does, in fact, have the Black Box in one hand, and a microphone in the other, as he looks down on his opponent…

Kiyoshi: Please allow me to be the first to offer my congratulations on a strong showing, and also my condolences for the finish.

As if this was the Kourakuen Hall or something, there’s some polite applause.

Kiyoshi: Happily, the next time you step into an FIW ring, a finish like this is not something you should have to worry about. I tell you this, because at Anarchy in the UK I want your complete attention, Chris Elrick, and I suspect such a thing might be a little hard to get.

The applause isn’t quite so strong here. Kiyoshi’s almost frowning, and there’s some of his usual upbeat happiness missing. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Kiyoshi has his game-face on. He stands up in the corner and flicks his hood back, raising the microphone to his lips.

Kiyoshi: I do not want your heart wandering back to Leamington Spa; I do not want your eyes wandering to ringside; I do not want you to constantly wonder about what might happen. And here is my contribution to that…

The White Haired Warrior slicks off the catches to the Black Box, and lets the lid fall to the ground. He reaches inside, grabs hold of whatever’s inside and lets the box fall down with it. This leaves him with a microphone in one hand, and an Eight Foot length of chain in the other.

Kiyoshi: Cast your mind back, to the night I won my Fighting Spirit Championship. I had offered the champion his own choice of rules for the defence. I think that it is not so unfair that I claim that same right now. After much thought, I decided that I would not however try to abuse that right to shift the balance too much in my favour; some type of fight that we both have some experience of…

The cheering picks up a little. Some have guessed what’s coming.

Kiyoshi: ARMS Division Ex.

That woke the rest of the crowd up.

Kiyoshi: I do believe you know these rules, and I do believe you know what will happen to you if all of you is not in the ring with me next Sunday. So leave it all behind, Chris Elrick. You know the style, you know my weapon, and I hope you know what you need to do. Leave everything except your own weapon behind, and meet me at Anarchy in the UK, because now, All That Remains is the Fight!

With the crowd shouting along with him to finish, Rusty Nail picks back up, and Kiyoshi jumps down to the outside of the ring, and walks with his hood up, dragging his chain behind him all the way up the aisle…

Jarringly the camera cuts backstage to show that Graver and Zesboca Devani are fighting all the way back into here. When they enter the gorilla position Zesboca grabs a hold of the steel steps’ hand rails and pushes her body up off of the floor. Quickly she double kicks the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac on the chest, making his eyes grow wide as he tumbles down the stairs. He wastes no time getting to his feet but is cut off by Zesboca diving off of the steps and nailing him with a flying body splash.

Their two bodies tumble into the technical staff’s work station and they twist and turn, trying to untangle each other from one another as they get up. Devani never sees it coming when in mid-getting up, the Reject of FIW snatches up a monitor. Like it was a harmless toy he cracks it over the side of her head, a sickening thud ringing out. The former belly dancer staggers backward as one of the technical staff members whimpers at his equipment being destroyed.

With a slight air of menacing arrogance he stomps through the wires and back out of the area towards the dazed Zesboca. Unfortunately for our deranged lover boy the Egyptian Vixen has found some thing, she chucks one of the wooden chairs straight at Graver. It cracks under the pressure and breaks into two pieces when it collides with his face. The Minister of Awesomocity clutches at his nose and howls in agony, a small trickle of red crimson seeping through his fingers.

FIW’s Suicidal Daredevil looks around, and when she finds nothing, opts to just punch Graver again for his troubles. Frantically he starts firing back extremely sloppy shots, not even trying to aim as he yells and curses. The two finally make their way beyond the gorilla position and into the actual backstage area of the arena. After a few of the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac’s shots actually land, Zesboca grows fed up and grabs a handful of his hair.

She drives him skull first into the side of the wall, another small thud heard as Graver’s curses increase at an alarming rate. The Egyptian Vixen tries to continue her advantage, though Graver pulls out one of his squirt guns in desperation. In the blink of an eye he pulls the trigger and bright red hot sauce finds it’s home in Devani’s eyes. A scream that could possibly shatter glass bellows out from her as she gropes at her eyes.

Graver bolts right towards her and tackle spears her right into the other wall, the back of her head hitting it with a sickening crack. Perhaps pulling a page out of Momoko’s book, the Reject pulls out what looks like a fork, but when held in the light it becomes clear…it’s a spork! To be exact, it is the rarity that is a steel spork with engraved on the handle the word “Sporkco”. Regardless of where that spork might have been, Graver starts raking it across his obsession’s forehead.

Blood pours out of her forehead as the pain is so great she can’t even scream out; only make faint gasps and groans. A wide, cat like, grin spreads across the filthy face of her attacker and makes him look like the textbook definition of insanity, especially with his bloody nose. He stops after a few moments, growing bored with just raking it, and instead raises it over his head. Carefully the Reject closes one eye and steadies his hand as he mockingly aims for the Suicidal Daredevil’s forehead.

He never gets to bring that spork down though, a taped up hand snatches a hold of his wrist tightly. The Reject looks over his shoulder to see a fairly messed up looking Extreme Ninja #2 standing right behind him. Before he can even react to this Devani sees her chance and does one thing no man ever wants to feel, she goes down low with a punch. As Graver is hitting the highest singing note of his entire life Ninja adds to his suffering, ramming his head forward with a head butt.

Hard plastic meets weak flesh, and hard plastic wins out that battle, which is sad news for Graver. The former Fighting Spirit Champion slumps against the wall and looks like he is on the verge of tears as his nose is now pouring out buckets of blood. Also those tears could be from the fact Ninja walks over and kneels down, checking on Devani. Once she realizes she is fine she turns her attention immediately to Graver, trying to jump at him again.

Luckily for the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac, the Flycore Champion holds her back and shakes his head, trying to get her to realize she should stop. It is a sad turn of events for Graver and Zesboca, and the bloody thirsty fans when Lazaro and security flock to the situation. They hold the three parties apart and make sure to restrain them, though it doesn’t stop Graver from trying to break free and get at her again. Lazaro stands there and looks between the three for a moment, his eyes falling on the still struggling Graver.

A small bop on the top of his head from the Head of Security makes the Reject sedate in his actions a bit as they are all taken away for the second time tonight. Lazaro watches his security team escort them for a few moments, until he grows bored of it or some thing, and heads off in another direction. FIW’s camera crew keeps filming for a few more seconds, but, once they are out of sight it cuts back to else where…
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JH: Next up is a match the fans have been greatly anticipating the past week…

CL: Oh, don’t exaggerate it…

CM: Folks, you’re going to have to forgive Conse this evening… he obvious got up on the wrong side of someone’s bed this morning.

Michael Anderson takes centre stage with the house mike in hand…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is a Tables Are Legal Match for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship… introducing first from Denver, Colorado and weighing in at two-hundred and ninety-five pounds… DRAKE LOOOOOOOOOVE!!!!

The Drake Love entrance video begins to roll on the Global-Tron as AFI's Prelude 12-21 begins to blare over the PA system.

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[align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
[/align]

Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage.

[align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promised you my heart just promise to sing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
[/align]

Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before.

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

Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead.

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

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

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

JH: Drake Love… one of the fastest rising stars on the FIW roster. This kid has plenty of potential…

CL: If Kiyoshi doesn’t kill him, that is…

MA: And his opponent… hailing from Komachi City, Japan and weighing in at two-hundred and sixty pounds… he is the reigning and defending FIW Fighting Spirit Champion… KIYOSHIIIIIII NAKAHAAAAAATAAAAAA!!!!!

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...

CL: Let’s be serious… does anyone really think that Drake has a chance in this one?

JH: Management thought that Drake’s victory over Momoko was merit enough for him to receive this title shot.

CL: Look, not that I’m saying that Drake is anywhere near as pathetic as some of the ham n’ eggers that we’ve seen here before but Momoko and Kiyoshi are two completely different people, completely different wrestlers and completely different mindsets.

JH: …that’s rather uncharacteristically philosophic of you, Conse.

CM: Well, he’s being written by Toan… his usual venom is always replaced by tremendous wrestling insight with him.

JH & CL: Where the fuck did you come from?!?

Nevertheless, our referee for this contest… Fuzz takes Michael Anderson’s place as the ring announcer exits the ring along with the house mike.

Fuzz takes the Fighting Spirit Championship strap from Kiyoshi before showing it all corners of the arena, to a light applause, before placing it on the time keeper’s table and signally for the match to start…


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


Both men start off circling around one another before locking up in the centre of the ring in a collar and elbow tie-up… straight away Drake snaps on a Side Headlock, cranking away on his slightly smaller opponent who drops to one knee and sweeps out his left leg, straight into an ankle pick hold.

Not wanting to get submitted so early on in the match, Drake kicks at both Kiyoshi’s face and fingers to break the hold before scrambling up to his feet before the reigning champion can resume any form of attack.

Drake and Kiyoshi grapple up, with Drake clamping on a side wristlock… straight away, Kiyoshi rolls forwards to elevate the pressure of his wrist joint before snapping on a wristlock of his own, adding a full twist and rolls into a quick Jujigatame attempt, but the submissions knowledge of Drake Love comes into play as he grabs a hold of his own arm to prevent it from being hyper-extended and shifts his weight backwards to escape from the hold… but Kiyoshi manages to stay one step ahead and rolls Drake up in a La Magistral Cradle!


[align=center]One! KICKOUT![/align]


JH: That surprise pin attempt by Kiyoshi nearly caught Drake off guard.

Getting back to his feet, Drake locks up with Kiyoshi once again which the Judo Sensei of FIW takes to clamp on another basic hold… the back hammerlock.

Not wanting any part of submissions, at least at the current moment, Drake fires an elbow straight into the face of his Japanese opponent to break the hold… Kiyoshi, in retaliation, waits until Drake turns around and scores with an impactful Forearm Smash across the side of the jaw… Drake fires one of his own to the side of the head of his smaller opponent, so Kiyoshi dishes out another Forearm that rocks his bigger opponent!

CM: Agh! That’ll need some ice in the morning…

CL: And about a couple of microdots, if what the 80s Wrestling Medical Textbook states.

CM: That’s their cure for everything!

CL: It works, though.

Sensing he has been outmatched, and being a heel in general, Drake goes to the eyes with an eye gouge before planting the visually incapacitated champion down on the canvas with a BIG Scoop Slam in the centre of the ring before dropping a Knee across the brow.

Drake quickly rolls to the outside and goes under the ring… soon enough pulling out a table for use in the said Tables Are Legal Match.

CL: Hmmm… my Sybil Sense is tingling… one moment whilst I get my mobile out.

CM: Sybil? What is he talking about?

Needless to say, Drake pushes the table in the ring and follows threw soon after to capitalise on his opportunity…

Setting up the table in the corner turnbuckle, Drake heads back over to the reigning Fighting Spirit Champion who is currently just getting back to his feet only to get cut off with a rough toe kick to the gut followed by Drake dragging Kiyoshi by his small shock of hair and ramming his head into the wooden construct of the table.

Drake clamps on a waistlock and brings Kiyoshi out before attempting to German Suplex him right into the table set up in the corner… but the Fighting Spirit of the Fighting Spirit Champion won’t let him as Kiyoshi Nakahata resists being suplexed into the table with everything he can muster!

Drake fires a headbutt to soften him up… but Kiyoshi fires back one of his own!!

CL: STOP MASTURBATING, YOU DISGUSTING CHILD OF THE EIGHTIES!!!!

CM: Conse! You can’t say “masturbating” on Global television! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?

JH: That’d be Sybil on the other line…

Kiyoshi fires another headbutt that breaks the waistlock and allows him to hook the Colorado native up for the… what was it called again?

JH: URRAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGAGEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

CL: SUPLEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXHAAA!!!!!

CM: THREW THE TABLE!!!

Kiyoshi drags the splinter-laden body of the challenger out of the corner before rolling into a cover…


[align=center]ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!
[/align]


JH: And just like that! It’s over!!

A sweeping fade occurs out of the ringside image and to the dark and dreary locker room of one of the many dozen FIW wrestlers. It doesn’t take too long to guess who it is when the camera lens comes glass to mask with a hideous mask. A mask that is so disgusting and grotesque that it can only be one man who is wearing it. When the camera zooms out to reveal the shiny FIW Undisputed International Champion around his waist it only confirms this hunch.

Sitting on a bench within his locker room the masked oddity is already in his gear sans knee pads and elbow pads, and the athletic tape normally on his hands. Speaking of which, he is taping them up right at this moment with that infamous black tape. A red marker sits on the bench beside him and his duffle bag waiting to be used. His eyes during this task keep shifting from his hands to the door way every few moments.

It becomes clear why when the camera pans, keeping Onikage in the shot, to reveal his locker room door is wide open. The lights from the hall way pierce through the darkness of his room and unveiling a figure at the side of the door way. This person towers over the average wrestler, let alone the average person that might run into him. He is quite apparently the Head of Security, the man formerly known as the skull cowboy, Lazaro.

His massive hands that were wrapped around the other masked man’s throat just last week sit comfortably on his arms. Thanks to the fact that he is currently standing there with his arms folded over one another against his wash board sized chest. The raven black locks move and shift as he turns his head, looking over his shoulder into the locker room. Those eyes engulfed with a silent fury bring the Savior of Sorrow’s attention to the man standing watch.


Onikage: Give me a few moments, I’m nearly ready.

Lazaro says nothing back, simply turns his head back to face straight ahead of him and continues to stand there like a statue. Uneasily the masked oddity resumes taping up his hands and on this image the camera crew leaves him, doing a sweep fade to else where…
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JH: Next is a match that I’m…well…not quite sure what to make of, folks.

CL: More like in-fucking-credibly annoying, we don’t even know who the sheep fucker is facing!

CM: Why’s that annoying?

JH: I’m not really su-

CL: Because I’m deciding whether I should take a piss break or not, and if it’s some one I hate as much as the sheep fucker, I don’t want to stick around.

CM: Yeah, hopefully it’s some one good.

JH: Well, whoever it is holds a major mental advantage over Onikage.

CL: That’s not that hard to do, the guy’s about as dumb as a brick.

CM: Yep, stupid freak who stole the belt from Kitten…


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the next contest is the scheduled semi-main event for this edition of the ReVolt broadcast. It is set for one fall and has been granted a thirty minute time limit. Your official for this contest is Mark Jackson…and…it is for…the F-I-W Undisputed International Championship!


CL: Here we go…time to see if I can risk the run to the bathroom…

CM: Gah, the suspense is killing me!

JH: Oh shush you two…


The lights cut out from the arena, prompting the FIW faithful to cheer emphatically! Several hundred lighters can be seen lit in the crowd as the venue grows electric.

[align=center]GOOOOONG[/align]

A loud, menacing bell rings over the PA. And as if the fans couldn't get any louder, they do!

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The demonic sounding guitars kick in, sliding out of the PA like a serpent with the bell continuing to ring in the background. Soon enough with the crashing of the cymbals, the drums kick in. And for the 12th time...

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The bell gongs for the last time, prompting for the house lights to flicker and then rise altogether. And standing atop the entryway himself, The Monster of TNT, The Man in Black, the FIW 2 time Dual Crown Champion... Jim O'Brien. He stares coldy to the ring. Jim cracks his wrists, his knuckles, his neck, then begins his descent to the ring.

[align=center]I'M A ROLLING THUNDER, A POUNDING RAIN

I'M COMIN' ON LIKE A HURRICANE

WHITE LIGHTNING'S FLASHIN' ACROSS THE SKY

YOU'RE ONLY YOUNG BUT YER GONNA DIE!
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Jim makes his way to the ring steps, slowly ascending them. Not taking his eyes off of the fans. Once on the ring apron, he climbs over the top rope & makes his way over to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs up to the 2nd rope, staring out into the wild crowd.

[align=center]HELL'S BELLS

YEAH, HELL'S BELLS

YOU GOT ME RINGIN'
HELL'S BELLS

MY TEMPERATURE'S HIGH
HELL'S BELLS
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Jim crosses his arms over his chest, welcoming in the crowd's positive energy towards him. He gives a small smirk, then hops off of the turnbuckle. He turns his back to the turnbuckle & once again placing his sights on the opposing corner, promoting the music to cut, crossing his arms & showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face.


CM: Holy cow! It’s Jim O’Brien! The Monster of FIW! The Man in Black! The Mullet Powered Warrior!

JH: I can’t believe it! Jim O’Brien is in an FIW ring again! The former two time FIW Dual Crown Champion, the former FIW Spirit of Honor Champion, the former FIW Fighting Spirit Champion and the former FIW Ultimate Endurance Champion!

CL: Shit…I should’ve taken that piss break…


MA: Introducing first the challenger…He hails from Cincinnati, Ohio, America and weighs in tonight at two hundred and eighty seven pounds and stands at six feet and seven inches…He is Ayatollah of Hardcore…HE! IS! JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMM OOOOOOOOOOOO’BRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIENNNNNNNNNNN~!!!


CM: What the heck is wrong with you Constance?! That’s Jim friggin’ O’Brien in that ring! Show some respect!

JH: I can’t believe I’m saying this…but…I agree with Chip!

CL: Meh, big fucking deal, if I wanted to see comedy shit I’d go find that lumberjack luchadore. He proved he couldn’t back up his names when he entered the true home of Hardcore, the home of Horrorcore back in the day…Ayatollah of Hardcore…pfft, my ass…


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

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


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

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

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The sorrow at my feet…

The shadow within me…
Gonna lead the revival…

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


JH: Here he is, the man that almost a year ago drained Jim O’Brien emotionally to a degree that it forced him to leave FIW behind!

CL: And he fucked off to some lil’ shit hole, Triple State or some thing like that.

CM: Could’ve been worse, it could’ve been NGIW.


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


JH: I’m getting goose bumps just seeing these two men in the same ring once again! It was a little under a year ago these two men faced off for the last time in one of the greatest tag team matches of all FIW history!

CL: Man, I have to sit through this shit AND I’m about to piss my pants…wonder-fucking-ful.

CM: It’d be great to see Jim make his return to FIW by winning the International title!


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


Mark Jackson doesn’t even bother getting the two men to try and get to the center of the ring and shake each other’s hands; they sprint out from their corners. Ironically, they do meet up in the center of the ring, and start exchanging forearm shots. Each one they fire off on each other jerks the other’s head and sounds like a gun just went off. The fans are eating up every second of it as they just pound the crap out of each other.

CL: …Okay, so maybe it’s kind of impressive.

CM: Yay! You can smell the hate boiling off of them!

JH: I think that might actually be coming from Constance’s pants…

CL: What the fuck?! Did the limey just try and make a snide comment that I pissed my pants?!

CM: I believe the limey did.

JH: Don’t call me that.

Being just slightly quicker, the champion opts instead of just simply firing off one, firing off several forearm strikes at once. Jim’s jaw takes a hammering but he just glares down at his masked foe, wipes his chin and tells him to come on. Not needing to be asked twice, the masked oddity tries to unload another series of shots, though O’Brien ducks the first! His tree trunk sized forearms thrash and drive down upon the Straight Edge Artist in a similar manner as the champion was doing to him a moment ago!

CM: Wow! Look at the sheer intensity of O’Brien!

JH: This is the same man that I saw win the Dual Crown as well as several other FIW championships on various occasions. This isn’t the man that I saw walk out of Full Intensity Wrestling a broken and beaten man!

CL: Ooo, he’s being stiffer than he was in his later days, yeah, real cool.

CM: Stiff? …Why are you checking out Jim’s package, Conse?

JH: Uh, Chip…never mind…

CL: You’re kayfabe loving asses disgust me.

Even with the power behind the shots and the fans fully against him the Savior of Sorrow some how finds the will to stand on his feet. The last of Jim’s flurry seemingly sends him back a step, only to reveal in mid-twirl his true intentions. With furious velocity behind him the masked oddity nails his variation of the roaring forearm square on O’Brien’s jaw! The Monster of FIW nearly loses his footing, though catches his body and returns the roaring forearm’s favor with a back handed chop across the chest!

JH: Good lord! I forgot just how loud Jim’s chops were!

CL: Hmph, I’ve heard louder.

CM: You really are just one big party pooper, aren’t you?

JH: Don’t mind him, nothing can spoil the sheer delight I’m experiencing right now!

CL: Two words for you Hitchen, Brighty Feud.

CM: Ouch, talk about hitting low.

A splash of pink crosses over the champion’s chest and he winces, fighting through the pain to counter the strike with a back hand chop of his own! Similarly the Man in Black’s body tenses, but not for quite as long and he fires off another back hand chop. This time the Straight Edge Artist is ready and bracing himself for the blow, and fires one right back! A snarl creeps out from Jim’s mouth and he unleashes an extra fierce back hand chop onto Onikage’s partly bare chest!

CL: This is fucking ridiculous, the sheep fucker isn’t out of his windbreaker or has his title belt off!

CM: Yes, I’m sure Jim will take a time out from facing an old rival to let him get comfortable.

JH: Both better be careful, we don’t need them leaving the International belt looking like the Ultimate Endurance did after it’s first few holders.

CL: What, in fucking shambles?

CM: The SIC was always cooler.

JH: I think they were equally prestigious and honorable, and there by, both equally cool!

Not one to be out done, the champ delivers another back hand chop right across the chest of the Ayatollah of Hardcore, ripping his tank top! Jim suddenly stops and slowly looks down, staring down at the rip in his shirt as the fans grow hush. Gradually he lifts his head back up and faces Onikage, letting out a battle cry as he barrels forward. Relentlessly, and much to the delight of the fans, he fires back hand chops and front palm chops right after one another in rapid fire fashion onto his foe’s chest!

CM: No one messes with the shirt, man!

JH: He is lighting up Onikage’s chest by switching it up between back hand and front palm chops!

CL: Flair and Steamboat would be rolling in their graves for their respected versions of the chop being used like this.

CM: But…they aren’t dead…

JH: That’s his point, Chip.

CL: Don’t even bother trying Bitchen, his mind obviously can’t grasp what I’m saying.

With each blow it sends him staggering backwards until his back right against the ropes and it is then that the Monster of FIW stops for a brief moment. He snatches a hold of the zipper and unzips the masked oddity’s windbreaker completely and pushes both sides off entirely. In the blink of an eye he starts firing off front palm chops onto the Savior of Sorrow’s bare chest with such power behind them his sweat actually bounces off of him! His sweat creates a near mist like effect around them as he gasps and groans in agony, Jim letting out another battle cry while the fans cheer him on.

JH: Tommy gun style front palm chops!

CL: ….Yawn

CM: If you blink you’ll miss about three or four of those chops he’s going so fast!

JH: Even after sitting in hibernation for months, the hatred these two have for each other is as strong as ever!

CL: Fascinating…

CM: Go Jim, go!

Onikage’s chest is now a cherry red and pieces of his skin are peeling off, blood is gradually trickling down onto his panting midsection. After what seems like ages he finally spots an opportunity to strike in between Jim’s shots. Like a panther he leaps into the air and connects with a knee strike to the Man in Black’s temple! It only leaves O’Brien stumbling to the side like he’s had a few too many, but the second one brings him down!

CL: Finally, fuck, those two were slapping and hitting each other for a good five minutes, any more of that shit and I would’ve had to pray to Misawa for it to end.

CM: Darn it! Jim’s down!

JH: For the first time in this match one of them leaves their feet and it’s Jim O’Brien!

CL: Gasp, what a shocker there.

CM: Shut it EmoSpace Man.

Ruthlessly the champion pounces at O’Brien’s fallen form and drives a knee strike right into the top of his skull! Frantically he tries to lock the Monster of FIW’s head into a front chancery as he recklessly throws knee strikes down below him at him. Lucky for all the Jim O’Brien fans, the wily veteran avoids the death trap of the front chancery, rolling away. He pushes his body up onto it’s knees and his opponent gets right up to his feet, storming after him like a bat out of Hell!

CM: Ha! That’s the difference between Xtreme Kitten’s awesome Mauy Thai knee strikes and your generic stuff!

JH: I wouldn’t call them generic, as much as I don’t like the man, he certainly knows his martial arts. He has black belts in a handful of martial arts, Mauy Thai included in that, and knows bits and pieces of various other styles.

CL: His favorite being Isuckysuckyu-Fu.

CM: …I’m normally all for insulting the freak, but wow, that was lame.

JH: Yeah, that wasn’t up to par with your normal insults, Constance.

CL: Fuck you Brit boy, if I felt really unoriginal I could’ve tied it into your mother some how.

Jim’s lungs try to suck in as much air as they can, though, a hand wraps around his precious locks on the back of his head. Roughly it shoves his face forward, so it is facing the mat as the masked man unleashes a rapid fire of ankle kicks. Each kick resounds in the arena with a thunderous smack and a collective cringe from the audience. Steadily he increases the pace that he is firing off the kicks, going at a feverish pace by the end when he’s stopped!

JH: Jim O’Brien caught it! Jim O’Brien caught it!

CL: …Oh joy

CM: Fight Jim, fight back!

JH: He is not giving up this match without one helluva fight!

CL: Yay for stereotypical babyface comebacks!

CM: Come on Jim, it may be March and I know the fat guy is busy checking his list twice but pull off a Christmas miracle here!

Belfast’s fans erupt when they see one of the Ayatollah of Hardcore’s mit like hands over the ankle of the man that had just been trying to kick his head in. Jim grits his teeth as he fights through the pain of catching that red hot kick with his bare hand. With one wobbly leg he gets back up to a vertical base and glares the Savior of Sorrow down as he holds on. Suddenly he jerks his leg, whipping the Straight Edge Artist to go around as he twirls too, almost taking his masked head off when he turns back around with a discus lariat!

CL: Oh! Didn’t see that one coming!

CM: Yay! A lariat!

JH: A discus lariat to be exact!

CL: Ugh…must you be so anal?

CM: …Hitchen likes anal? …Huh, never expected him to be one of those types…

JH: What?! I’m not either meaning of the word!

As the champion tries to recover and gets up to one knee O’Brien runs away from him and heads right to the ropes, bouncing into them. He springs out of them and dashes right back towards the masked oddity, whom, is up to both knees now. Just as the Straight Edge Artist gets up to a vertical base again he’s taken off of it again with a flying lariat from Jim! Rolling through the flying lariat O’Brien gets right up onto one knee and throws up the devil horns into the air to an eruption of cheers and applause from the fans!

CM: Holy cow! He pulled out the flying lariat!

JH: A maneuver that he very rarely ever does, that shows you just how much he wants it!

CL: What…a cheap pop?

CM: No, the belt, the win.

JH: I will admit, I will be beaming brightly if we walk into Anarchy in the UK with Jim O’Brien back on the roster and as our Undisputed International Champion!

CL: I’m not quite sure who is the lesser of the two evils…sheep fucker…or…mullet boy…hmmm…That’s kind of like asking what’s worse, ball or dick cancer.

Not wasting any more time show boating, Jim scurries over and rolls the masked oddity over, looking to hook the leg and make the pin. Though, Onikage kicks out of the pin fall before Mark can make the one count, much to Jim’s frustration. He mouths two words that bring another cheer from the crowd and grabs a handful of his foe’s long locks. A hint of struggling when he bringing him up to his vertical base in a bending over manner.

JH: Those two little words that normally strike fear into the hearts of men!

CL: …More like the name that is so corny it makes me piss blood.

CM: That time of the month is it, Conse?

JH: We could be witnessing the last moments of Onikage’s reign!

CL: Oh, that’s rich coming from the guy that wears make up, Chip.

CM: Uh…erm…it helps bring out my cheek bones!

FIW’s old guard member looks out at the Belfast fans as he’s got the Savior of Sorrow in the standing headscissors. Swiftly he wraps his arms around the masked man’s waist line and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Jim holds the champion up there for a moment and then viciously drives him upper back first into the canvas. Some of the fans call for him to just pin him with that, but O’Brien shakes his head negative to that request with a smirk.

CL: Idiot, you should listen to these people and take your chance while you got it.

CM: You might be right.

JH: It just wouldn’t be a proper F-Bomb without the second one though!

CL: ….Fuck sake you’re such a mark.

CM: No, he’s name is Jonathon, I’ve told you this before.

JH: Oi…

Summoning strength beyond that of a normal man O’Brien scoops up all two hundred and fifty pounds of his opponent into the air. Things take a turn for the worse though when Onikage swivels and shifts his body weight, tumbling over Jim’s shoulder. He drops feet first and uses the impact to launch his body back at the Man in Black. Before the former Dual Crown Champion can react the Savior of Sorrow, much to the fans’ dismay, locks his signature submission in!

CM: Aw shit!

JH: Onikage just reversed the F-Bomb into For Whom the Bell Tolls!

CL: Some how, the irony with Jim’s entrance and that move’s name brings a smile to my face.

CM: You’re a mean, mean, mean man, Conse…

JH: A self admitted one too.

CL: Yes, yes, I know I’m one magnificent bastard.

Northern Ireland isn’t too receptive of this and showers the reigning champ with jeers as he wrenches back on the hold. Quickly Jim drops down to his knees, allowing the masked oddity to drop down to one knee with the hold intact. Without fail the Monster of FIW drops to the mat with a thud and his captor follows him right down to the canvas. Jackson kneels in front of him as Jim starts to look more and more dazed.

JH: This hold has put down many of people, this could be it!

CL: Buddha I hope so, I really have to piss now.

CM: Fight it Jim, fight it! Don’t go out like this!

JH: I can’t see Jim sticking around permanently after this if he can’t finally exorcise this demon from his past!

CL: I fucking hate how cliché’ you are.

CM: Don’t go to sleep Jim, don’t go to sleep!

In a desperate attempt to bring him back to life the Belfast fans start clapping together, making one giant rallying noise. Steadily they increase the pace of their clapping as Mark picks up Jim’s arm and checks it by dropping it, it falls flat. The referee holds up one finger and picks it up again, and for the second time it drops to the mat. Their clapping is now at a feverish pace as Jackson lifts up the arm…and it drops for the third time.

CL: Ha, so much for this wonderful tale of Superman returning and winning a belt.

CM: No! No! This can’t be happening!

JH: Well…that’s it folks…it’s over…

CL: Why the fuck haven’t they rung the bell yet?

CM: Maybe Timmy fell asleep?

JH: No, look!

Hitchen points out that Michael Anderson is holding Timmy’s arm, keeping him from ringing the bell as he points towards the ring. Mark Jackson and Timmy both in confusion look towards what Michael is pointing at. Disbelief soon replaces the confusion when they see it; Jim’s hand hasn’t hit the mat! Slowly it rises up as the fans start going nuts, exploding when it balls into a fist in the air.

CM: It didn’t hit the mat! It didn’t hit the mat! Yay…what does that mean?

JH: It means the match is continuing and that Jim might just win this yet!

CL: …Some deity seriously fucking hates me…

CM: I think they all do actually.

JH: That, or one of them wants to see you get a bladder infection.

CL: Damn you God of Bladder Infections, damn you!

The hand un-balls and slams against the canvas, with a growl like groan Jim rolls over onto his stomach and drags Onikage’s and his bodies forward! He grits his teeth and repeats the process as the champion looks on in disbelief. FIW’s fans in attendance cheer and rally O’Brien to make it to the ropes, and slowly but surely he gets closer to them. The Savior of Sorrow locks in a leg scissors for the hold and wrenches back as much as he can, but it is all in vain.

JH: Come on Jim, damn it, come on, reach those ropes!

CL: Come on Jim, fuck it, face facts, you’re over the hill, just tap and let me piss.

CM: Come on Jim, darn it, you’re uber cool and could bring the mullet back into style!

JH: …Any one notice parallels in our last statements…?

CL: Yeah, you’re fucking mother was parking parallel on this dick last night.

CM: Ha! Classic!

O’Brien fights through the agony, the sweat and the exhaustion while he digs his nails into the mat to move the two bodies. Veins are popping out of his arms and his muscles are tenser looking than they’ve been in a while. His teeth look might they just might shatter if he doesn’t make it to the ropes soon, luckily he’s there. Desperately he extends his hand and reaches for that bottom cable, stretching as far as he possibly can…But fails, his hand misses it and with nothing left, he submits.


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

CL: Ha! Thank fuck!

CM: Curses!

JH: That is just heart breaking, he was so darn close!


MA: Your winner by submission and still FIW Undisputed International Champion…OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


CL: About fucking time this shit ended, now if you’ll excuse me…

CM: I hope you got kidney stones!

JH: Rack up another successful defense for our champion…


Once “Simple Survival” starts the masked oddity releases his hold and gets up to a knee, greeted by his championship belt being handed to him from Mark. He slings the title belt over his shoulder and Jackson raises his arm in victory before he gets up to his feet. Some people are applauding, the few he managed to win over, but the majority are still jeering him. Onikage stares down at Jim O’Brien for a few moments, staring down at the man he waged war with for six months, then snorts and exits the ring, heading to the back.

A few moments pass before Jim shows any sign of life to Mark, and it comes in the form of his hand landing on the referee’s shoulder. Groaning and gasping in pain he manages to get up onto his knees, wiping a bit of sweat away from his brow. The Belfast fans applaud and cheer even a few whistles in celebration of his effort as Onikage’s music dies. Jim looks out at the fans with a humbled look and shakes his head with a modest grin.

Perhaps one last bit of fan fare he salutes the fans right before he grabs onto the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. Suddenly the Dropkick Murphys’ version of “Amazing Grace” blasts over the sound system to a mixed reaction. A few are jeering because it is a Yank song, but most of them are drowned out by the cheers. Jim exits the ring and walks over to the guard rail, hopping out and walking into the sea of people. Various fans offer their cups of beer to him and he starts laughing, and singing out of tune with them to the words.
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Moments away from the main event of this edition of ReVolt and the Belfast, Northern Ireland fans are already restless for it. But before they get to witness it the ReVolTrons spring to life all at once like the undead rising from the grave. The location of this footage is the depressing and gloomy area known as the boiler room of the arena. Inside of it and the focus point of the camera is FIW’s General Manager, Krähe. He’s yet to even speak and already a few of the Northern Irish fans jeer at his sight.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Greetings fans in attendance…kssshhhhhk... and viewers at home…kssshhhhhk... it is that time again.. kssshhhhhk... with only one week from Anarchy in the UK Two Thousand and Seven…kssshhhhhk... to reveal the full card to you all…kssshhhhhk...

His image fades out and in it’s place a pay per view match graphic pops up.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Crackerjack and Kailey Lane have had problems brewing between the two…kssshhhhhk... likewise with Momoko Wakari and Drake Love…kssshhhhhk... all four have proven to be deserving at a chance at gold too.. kssshhhhhk... and so in Cardiff, Wales we will see these four in a two falls Double High Stakes Match to settle differences and earn a chance at gold…kssshhhhhk... the first fall for FIW Fighting Spirit Number One Contendership…kssshhhhhk... and the second for FIW Undisputed International Number One Contendership…kssshhhhhk...

A few fans cheer this announcement, showing Crackerjack and Drake Love might have a few fans, and Kailey might still, quickly the graphic is replaced by another.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... As of late Graver and Zesboca Devani…kssshhhhhk... have had problems and run ins with one another…kssshhhhhk... neither one gaining a clear advantage.. kssshhhhhk... and Extreme Ninja #2 has saw fit to stick his nose into their business…kssshhhhhk... so, with that in mind he will be putting his championship…kssshhhhhk... on the line against these two deserving contenders in the traditional Flycore rules, Falls Count Anywhere Match…kssshhhhhk...

There are faint “Ninja” and “Zessy” chants through out the crowd and an even fainter “Graver sucks” chant from the fans as the graphic changes again.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Ever since…kssshhhhhk... Elrick has won the contendership…kssshhhhhk... bad blood has been slowly.. kssshhhhhk... building between the reigning champion and him…kssshhhhhk... on our next broadcast it’ll all come to an end…kssshhhhhk... in Ex-ARMS Division rules per the champion’s request…kssshhhhhk...

Applause and cheers start up amongst the fans, some are Elrick fans, some are Kiyoshi fans, and both groups want to see this match. Like clockwork the graphic dissolves and a new one fades in.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... We’ve been informed that Ragin’s injury is a possible career ending one…kssshhhhhk... with that in mind the tag titles are vacant effectively as of now…kssshhhhhk... but, new champions will be crowned on March 25th... kssshhhhhk... Maj Tahal and Daisuke Tanaka have earned their way into this match with partners of their choosing…kssshhhhhk... due to their wins earlier tonight, Daisuke has already chosen Mr. Blond as his partner…kssshhhhhk... this match will also feature FIW’s two top teams…kssshhhhhk... Hardcore Sex and the Revolution…kssshhhhhk... In the second ever Ultimate Endurance Tag Team Match!... kssshhhhhk... Four teams, three falls, two belts, one winning team!kssshhhhhk...

The news of this match causes the arena to explode in cheers, even if they hate Maj Tahal, Tanaka Zaibatsu and Hardcore Sex, this is huge! Once again through production magic the graphic fades and another one replaces it.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... I’ve been informed Xanthius…kssshhhhhk... has yet to smarten up and ask for his release…kssshhhhhk... and so, since Prime failed me I present another road block... kssshhhhhk... in the form of a man I friendly persuaded to help me …kssshhhhhk... our reigning FIW Undisputed International Champion, Onikage…kssshhhhhk... who’s been so kind as to sweeten the pot for you, Xanthius…kssshhhhhk... he is offering you an open contract at his championship in this match too…kssshhhhhk... if you have the guts to show for this event... kssshhhhhk... it’ll be Xanthius verse Onikage with the U-I-C on the line!… kssshhhhhk...

Once again Krähe brings the wrath of these fans down upon him, who knows much better than to believe he simply persuaded Onikage in a non-violent manner. Though the General Manager’s voice ignores it as the final graphic pops up.

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... This has been weeks in the making…kssshhhhhk... and you all know the story by now…kssshhhhhk... Prime, the monster seeking glory once more... kssshhhhhk... Matt Impact, the man seeking redemption …kssshhhhhk... Xtreme Kitten, my…ugh…secret weapon…kssshhhhhk... and Toan, our foolish champion…kssshhhhhk... in a fatal four way elimination match for the FIW Dual Crown Championship…kssshhhhhk... Toan, if you are watching, I want you to listen very closely... kssshhhhhk... I will be the end of you just like how I was the end of Scott Draven, I killed the God of Violence… kssshhhhhk... and come March 25th, I will crucify the Hardcore Jesus…kssshhhhhk...

Being that FIW is in the United Kingdom they don’t take too kindly to this threat directed at the reigning Dual Crown Champion, jeering loudly in protest. The Dual Crown graphic stays on screen for a few seconds longer than the rest. But eventually it fades out and in it’s place is footage of Krähe in the boiler room once more.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Ladies and gentlemen…kssshhhhhk... I sincerely hope…kssshhhhhk... that you... kssshhhhhk... join us when FIW and I…kssshhhhhk... unleash anarchy not just in England or Northern Ireland or Wales…kssshhhhhk... but when we unleash…kssshhhhhk... ANARCHY! IN! THE! U! K!kssshhhhhk...

With that robotic and metallic roar the feed cuts out completely, leaving the blood thirsty fans cheering.

MA: The following is a standard rules six-person tag team match scheduled for one fall.

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


MA: Introducing first… from the alleys of New York City… at six feet and eight inches and weighing in at three hundred and nineteen pounds… CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKEERRRRRRRRRRJAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!

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.

CM: I’m generally not fond of people who are poor, but I have to say that I’ve been impressed with Crackerjack recently. If it wasn’t for that trailer trash Kailey Lane, that smelly bum could have gone from welfare mother to millionaire with the gold he could have won on the last show!

JH: How does winning a belt translate to becoming a millionaire, Chip?

CM: Naturally he would have pawned the belt, which is what I’m told poor people do. See, those who fail at life often resort to giving handjobs to fund their drug habits, sleeping in boxes that once contained fashionable furniture and, of course, stealing objects of value and fencing them. It was all explained in a pamphlet I recently received from the Republican Party.

CL: Chip, could you record yourself speaking so I can convince my doctor to prescribe me some Xanax?

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: His partner… from Staten Island, New York… at six feet five inches and weighing in at two hundred and eighty-six pounds… “THE REAL”… MAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT IMPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACT!!!

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.

JH: The Irish fans are showing their support for “The Real” Matt Impact here in Belfast.

CM: They’re probably too drunk or starved for potatoes to realize who they’re cheering for. They don’t even realize that Impact has stolen their lucky charms!

JH: Do you even have any knowledge of Ireland beyond tired stereotypes?

CM: I majored in international studies, Hitchen. I am full of insightful facts on this wonderful nation and its people. Did you know that the president of Ireland is Ken Shamrock? Did you know that the national food is applesauce? Did you know that the Irish invented canoes, pizza and whiteboards?

CL: I do know that you just invented a tumor inside my brain.

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.

MA: Their partner… hailing from the remote continent of Australia… at six feet three inches and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds…. X-TREEEEEEEEEEEEEME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!

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

JH: XK scored a huge win at our last show when he pinned the reigning Dual Crown champion, Toan, in a three-way match between those two men and Matt Impact… who is actually teaming with XK against Toan and his team tonight!

CM: That was a good match too, until Barry Bonds interfered.

JH: I believe you’re confusing your masses of muscle, Chip. The man you’re thinking of is Prime, who will be teaming with Toan. All four of the men listed will be competing for the Dual Crown at Anarchy in the UK in a few weeks!

CL: I said it before and I’ll say it again. I don’t care who wins as long as Toan’s reign comes to a much-deserved end. I pledge by Persephone’s footsteps that I’d rather watch a marathon of the entire series of Herman’s Head than endure that man wearing that gold any longer!

JH: Herman’s what?

CM: C’mon, Hitchen! It was a sitcom on FOX about a guy in an office and you got to see different aspects of his psyche personified and interacting with each other! That show was the bomb chronic!

The house lights begin to go out in succession, one section at a time leading up to the stage, as a low, rhythmic hum accompanied by voices chanting rattles through the speakers. A dim red light flickers to life behind the entrance, lending an erratic pattern to the smoke that begins to swell, clouding the stage with an erie glow.

At that point, a strong guitar riff hits the speakers and a moment later, the drums join in as a bright flash of red and silver pyros light up each side of the stage, showcasing the silhouette of a woman spinning around on a pole. The crowd goes nuts as they realize that this song, "Twisted Transistor" by Korn, was the entrance music Kailey Lane used last week! Even though she hasn't been acting much like herself and they aren't too sure of her motives anymore, they like seeing this particular side of her.


[align=center]Hey you, hey you, devil's little sister
Listening to your twisted transistor
Hold it between your legs
Turn it up, turn it up
Low end is coming through
Can't get enough
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Kailey holds on to the pole with one hand and dips her hips low, then slowly pulls her body back up hips first. She grips the pole with both hands and power pumps her hips against the pole in time with the last line.

[align=center]A lonely life, where no one understands you
But don't give up, because the music do
Music do, music do, music do, music do, music do, music do
[/align]

Violently, Kailey pushes the pole away from her and it falls hard, sending out loud metal crashes and clanks that reverberate through the arena. Never looking back, she struts to the ring keeping her footfalls timed to the music.

[align=center]Because the music do and it's reaching
Inside you forever preaching
Fuck you, too, your scream's a whisper
Hang on you twisted transistor
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She reaches the ring and straddles the bottom rope, sliding her arms along the length of the rope and wrapping her hands around it as she writhes her hips against the taut fibers until the referee clears their throat. She glances over and sneers at the ref, then returns her concentration to the rope between her legs and gives it one more hump before pulling her other long leg on into the ring.

[align=center]Hey you, hey you, finally you get it
The world ain't fair, eat you if you let it
And as your tears fall on
Your breast, your dress
Vibrations coming through
You're in a mess
[/align]

Ignoring the ref, Kailey parades around the ring lifting up her hands in an attempt to raise the volume of the crowd. She jumps onto the ropes in her corner and raises her fists high above her head while yelling and backtalking those in the crowd who don't seem to approve of this "new" Kailey. When her music fades, she hops down from the ropes, ready for action.

MA: Their opponent… from Nashville, Tennessee… at five feet eight inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty-seven pounds… she is one half of the current FIW Tag Team champions… KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!

CM: She smells like donkey.

JH: That’s uncalled for. Kailey Lane is a very accomplished and talented young woman. It’s unusual for female superstars to achieve both respect and championships in this industry, and yet Kailey has managed to do both.

CM: I hear she sleeps around so much there’s a tiny civilization growing in her vagina.

CL: You’re so sexually frustrated you wouldn’t know the difference between a vagina and the sand monster from Return of the Jedi if it came up and bit you on the ass.

CM: …Which, the vagina or the sand monster?

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

[align=center]YEAAAA![/align]

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

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

MA: Her partner… coming from San Diego, California… at six feet six inches and weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds… PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!

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

CM: Oh, yeah, now I remember this guy. He did to Xanthius what Dick Cheney did to that one guy’s face: shattered it to smithereens!

JH: It’s true, Prime did indeed viciously put a beat down on Xanthius in a hardcore rules match… with more than a little help from our resident chief of security. He seemed a bit peeved to be excluded from a chance to show what he plans to do at Anarchy in the UK. He’ll get plenty of chances tonight to show his prowess, however, although his main rival, Toan, happens to be on his team.

CL: Where is the bastard, anyway?

CM: Wait for it…

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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CM: Huzzah!

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.

MA: Their partner… from the Kingdom of Pain… at six feet and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… He is the FIW Dual Crown Champion…. “The Hardcore JEEEEEEEE-SUS”… TOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!

LOBO takes his position at ringside as Toan reaches the apron and slides into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure.

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

CM: Wow, what an exciting line-up! Toan, Prime, Kailey versus Impact, XK and Crackerjack! I’m more pumped up than Tony Montana with a pile of blow on his tray!

JH: There will some definite grudges in this match, that’s for sure. Crackerjack will be looking to settle a score with Kailey while the remaining men will want to show their dominance going into Anarchy in the UK. The question is whether these people can put their feuds aside and working together as cohesive units to win tonight.

CL: Fuck that. I just want to see some heads get beaten in, especially Toan’s.

Tony Clarke checks each of the participants for foreign objects and makes sure they’re settled in their corners. Each side seems raring to go and unwilling to go to the outside, but ultimately it’s Toan and Xtreme Kitten who decide to go at it first. As Clarke calls for the bell, both men stare at each other intensely from opposite corners.

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


As the bell chimes, the men “click” and rush at each other. They instantly lock up and struggle to overcome one another, but soon resort to chopping chests. Each man goes white-knuckled and yells as the sound of hand striking muscle echoes throughout the arena. Kitten grabs Toan and whips him against the ropes. As the Hardcore Jesus comes off the ropes, Kitten kneels down but Toan leaps over him. Toan comes off the ropes again, but this time Kitten rolls backward and onto his feet as Toan simultaneously somersaults over Kitten and lands on the other side of him. Toan comes back and arm drags Kitten who instantly alley-oops back to a standing position. Kitten attempts a legsweep but Toan jumps and dodges it. Toan goes for a wide roundhouse kick but Kitten leans backward, bending at the knees and the effort only whiffs the air. Both men go for dropkicks but fall short of connecting. Back to their feet, both men circle each other as the crowd applauds the fast-paced action.

CM: That was faster than an Irishman hitting the pub at Happy Hour!

JH: Please, Chip, do you have to insult our hosts tonight?

CM: That was faster than Lindsay Lohan hitting the bar at Ladies’ Night!

JH: An improvement… I suppose.

Toan and Kitten start a staring contest that ends with both men face-to-face in the center of the ring, foreheads pressed against each other. Toan breaks the tension with a stern kick to the sternum and then bounces off the ropes, taking Kitten to the ground with a spinning wheel kick. As Kitten is sprawled out, Toan grabs a foot in each hand and it looks quite obvious he is going for a low blow. Matt Impact and Crackerjack motion to Tony Clarke to complain, but Toan simply puts a finger to his lips and tells them to quiet down. Clarke tends to Kitten’s teammates while Toan does exactly what was feared, dropping to a sitting position with Kitten’s legs grabbed – and Toan’s boots planted firmly in Kitten’s crotch. Clarke comes over and warns Toan off as Impact slides through the ropes and prepares to intervene. As Clarke forces Impact back behind the ropes Kitten flips over on his stomach. Toan grabs Kitten’s legs once more and repeats the very same move, this time Kitten face-down as Toan’s boots become intimately acquainted with Kitten’s naughty bits.

CM: This is Bob Barker, reminding you to spay or neuter your pets.

CL: Somehow I imagine Lucy is less than pleased with this tactic of Toan’s.

Clarke hears Lucy’s pleas from the outside and the referee once again tells Toan to stop. Toan just glares at Clarke and makes like he’s going to strike the referee, but of course relents and just lifts Kitten up and whips him into his team’s corner. Toan is about to indifferently tag in Prime when Kailey slaps his hand before Prime even gets a chance. With a purpose, she enters the ring and begins to beat on Kitten in the corner.

JH: Kailey Lane is apparently eager to get her hands on Xtreme Kitten for some reason, and she is going after the masked feline fighter with purpose!

Toan shrugs and he and Kailey take Kitten to the middle of the ring. They whip him off the ropes and meet him with a joint dropkick that sends Kitten practically to the outside with its sheer force. Kailey rushes for a cover as Toan exits the ring. Clarke begins to count…

[align=center]1!
Kitten kicks out!
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Kitten staggers to his feet only for Kailey to shout her disapproval. With her back to Kitten, she applies a cravate, kneels down and then pulls Kitten forward in a snapmare. She attempts to maintain the hold into a headlock but Kitten powers out and forces Kailey to the ground. Holding Kailey’s arm with his own, Kitten pulls Kailey’s arm across his chest in a crucifix armbar.

JH: XK is hyperextending that elbow with that jujigatame.

CM: Stop making up names for moves, Hitchen! Just because you’re the straight man doesn’t mean you can get away with it.

CL: That’s the term for the move in Judo, you ass.

CM: There is no such thing as the Judo, silly… What is with you and the Star Wars references tonight?

CL: You make me want to lose at Russian Roulette.

Kailey is in obvious pain, but nowhere ready to even consider tapping yet. Kitten seems to acknowledge her fortitude and lets up on the hold, pulling her up but keeping her in a wristlock. He saunters over to his corner and, with a happy nod, tags in Crackerjack, who is raring to go. Kitten lets go off his hold on Kailey as he plants a stiff punt to lower jaw. Kailey falls to the ground, hardly conscious. Crackerjack, flexing his muscles, slowly walks over and with no reluctance drops to one knee, landing on Kailey’s stomach.

JH: What an animal! Crackerjack is showing no mercy as he pounds the air out of Kailey’s lungs with that casual kneedrop to her midsection!

CM: Hey, that gentle giant just saved her a trip to the Unplanned Parenthood clinic!

Crackerjack stands and does the same move again, Kailey holding her stomach in agony. Working the crowd, Crackerjack runs off the ropes and attempts a running kneedrop… only for Kailey to roll out of the way, Crackerjack putting all his weight on that one knee as it slams against the canvas. On one knee, Crackerjack grunts from the pain. Meanwhile Kailey runs, jumps and steps up onto Crackerjack’s bended knee and from there spins 360, hitting Crackerjack’s head with the outside of her leg!

CL: Reverse sparkling sorcerer!

CM: Reverse twinkling shaman!

JH: It’s a reverse shining wizard. You blokes are embarrassing.

As Crackerjack is laid out, Kailey takes both his arms and – with an extreme amount of effort – drags the massive masked maniac to her corner. Prime tags himself in and takes over, propping Crackerjack up against the turnbuckle. Going to the middle of the ring, he runs forward and hammers Crackerjack’s torso with a series of shoulder thrusts followed by a bestial roar.

CM: Prime seemed pretty pissed about all the competition he has to face to get a shot at the Dual Crown. Who else to take it out on than Crackerjack?

Kailey and Toan all come into the ring now as Prime wraps Crackerjack’s legs around his sizable waist. Lifting Crackerjack up in the air as if going for a flapjack, Kailey wraps her arms around Crackerjack’s head and presses her knees into Crackerjack’s chest. As Prime drops Crackerjack down, instead of landing face-down on the canvas, all his weight lands on Kailey’s knees, sending the impact into his upper body! As Crackerjack is laid out on Kailey’s knees, Toan steps onto Crackerjack’s airfield-like back and performs a standing moonsault, flipping over and landing across Crackerjack’s back as Kailey moves out of the way just in time!

JH: GOOOOOOD SWEEEEEEEEEEET CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIST! Can you believe the innovation?! Can you imagine the devastation?!

CL: Yeah, it’s almost like it’s choreographed.

CM: Oh, just shut up and enjoy it.

Kailey and Toan return to their corner as Prime goes for the cover. Clarke drops and counts…

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

As the crowd gasps in excitement, Prime is just frustrated. Picking Crackerjack up, he applies a front facelock and locks Crackerjack’s leg with his other arm. He lifts up the tormented terror into a vertical position and falls backwards, driving Crackerjack’s head into the mat!

JH: FISHAMAN DDT! THE SHEER STRENGTH!

CM: Crackerjack had a few bats in his belfry to begin with. With this much damage to his cranium, he’s going to make Mariah Carey look sane.

CL: Mariah Carey jokes are a bit dated, Chip.

CM: With all that brain damage he’s going to make Paula Abdul look sober!

CL: Poor boy, you try so hard.

Prime picks up Crackerjack and goes for a rear grapple, but Crackerjack snaps out of his daze and begins hitting elbows to the side of Prime’s head. He reverses the position, slipping behind Prime and wrapping his arms around his opponent. He lifts up the bodybuilding bastion with impressive potency and falls backwards, dropping Prime on his upper back!

JH: RE-LEEEEEASE GERRRRRRRRRRMAN!

CL: Too bad he didn’t land on his head, but I’ll give it an A for effort.

With some difficulty, Crackerjack stumbles back to his corner and tags in Matt Impact. All three men, however, come toward the prone Prime. Crackerjack bounces off the ropes first, hitting a running elbowdrop… followed by Kitten… and finished by Impact, who makes sure to get plenty of airtime before he drops his ‘bow. Impact adds insult to injury by taunting Kailey and Toan in their corner, specifically the latter. Kailey seems ready to respond, but Toan just smirks and shakes his head.

JH: Impact is hungry for his chance to get his hands on Toan, and he’s not letting the Dual Crown champ forget about that he’s one of the three contenders for the title!

Hey, so is Prime. Impact takes up Prime in both arms and props him on the top turnbuckle in his corner so he is lying face-up across the corner ropes. Crackerjack pulls down on his feet while Kitten pulls down on his neck, holding his head in a cravate! To pile some humiliating cherries on this excruciating sundaes, Impact steps on the ropes and kneels across Prime’s outstretched chest, posing for the crowd!

JH: Impact’s team are actually working together, stretching Prime across the top turnbuckle like he was some sort of Stretch Armstrong doll!

CM: Marketing tells me that the Prime action figure sells much better than Stretch Armstrong ever did, Hitchen.

Crackerjack lets go as Impact dismounts as Prime unceremoniously slumps backward, so his legs are hanging onto the ropes and he is dangling upside down, facing toward the outside. Kitten runs along the apron and nails a baseball slide that digs deep into the skull of Prime! Prime falls to the concrete but Impact isn’t about to let him have a moment’s respite. Shoving Prime back into the ring, Impact props him up in the center of the ring. Prime appears as if he’s going to buckle at any second and fall over, but Impact keeps him steady long enough to hit chop after chop across Prime’s ripped physique, landing blow after blow after blow after blow after blow until the audience is clapping along with the strikes!

JH: IMPACT STRIKE RUSH!!! 100% guaranteed to make you wish you never born!

Impact closes with a hefty clothesline that virtually shatters Impact’s neck like glasses. Taking Prime up by his hair, Impact applies a standing headscissors, flexes for the fans and then lifts Prime up – dropping him with a powerbomb that has so much, well, impact behind it that even “The Real” has to pause and regain his breath!

JH: PRIME IS GETTING WHAT’S COMING TO HIM! HE INTERFERED AT THE LAST REVOLT AND COST IMPACT HIS SHOT AT OVERCOMING TOAN! NOW IMPACT IS GOING TO MAKE PRIME PAY THE PRICE!

CM: Hey, Prime was just doing what was best for him at the time! You might as well say Tonya Harding was wrong for launching a sneak attack on Nancy Kerrigan!

Impact runs a thumb across his neck as he picks up Prime once more. This time he saddles Prime across his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, and with the sweat pouring down his face in a rain of strain, throws out Prime’s legs as he drives Prime’s head into the mat!

JH: HEAD-ON COLLISION!!! IT’S ALL OVER BUT THE COUNTING!

Impact covers as Clarke counts…

[align=center]1!
2!
Toan and Kailey break the pin!
[/align]

JH: NO! IMPACT MAY HAVE HAD THE WIN SECURED RIGHT THERE!

CM: Yeah, and I may wear diapers while announcing because it prevents me from having to take bathroom breaks between matches.

CL: You do…?

CM: Maybe… but just like whether or not Impact could have won right there, WE’LL NEVER KNOW!

Understandably upset at having a win taken from them, Kitten and Crackerjack run in as well. The ring is anarchy for a moment as Kitten begins kicking wildly at Toan while Crackerjack takes Kailey down with a football tackle. The masked giant and the Southern Belle from Hell spill to the outside, exchanging blows right in front of the rabid fans. Kailey uses her quickness to strike and run, strike and run but Crackerjack is persistent and remarkable in his stamina as he continues to pursue her. Clarke seems to forget about them as he manages to get Toan and Kitten apart. Impact adjusts his tights and sighs as he walks over to Kitten and tags him in.

JH: Impact getting some assistance from XK, hoping this time to put Prime to bed without any interruption this time.

CL: Crackerjack and Kailey seem to be wrapped up in a battle of their own right now, but I think Tony Clarke has his hands full in the ring for the time being.

As Prime is slowly getting to his feet, Matt Impact gets on all fours and sticks his tongue out at Prime. The paragon of perfection frowns at this, but is shocked by Kitten jumping off Impact’s back and hitting a shining enzuigiri to the side of Prime’s head. Toan rushes in to save his partner but Kitten is ready, kneeing him in the gut and then kicking him upside the head. He then whips Toan into the waiting hands of Impact, who with glee easily tosses the Hardcore Jesus over the ropes and to the outside… right into the middle of the fray going on between Crackerjack and Kailey!

JH: Toan just got dumped somewhere he does not want to be… between two superstars who have nothing but hatred for each other!

Toan is literally in the middle, standing between Kailey and Crackerjack, who are both surprised but not wholly interested in his presence. Kailey takes a roundhouse kick at Crackerjack that nearly catches Toan, but both men manage to dodge it. Crackerjack lunges to snatch Kailey by the arm, but the wily woman wiggles free, leaving Crackerjack holding only strands of Toan’s bleached hair. The champion can only smile coyly as the mammoth madman inspects him like a gorilla examining a stuffed animal. Crackerjack then casts Toan aside with a harsh shrug and proceeds to chase after Kailey, who is still running around the ring, trying to get Crackerjack to let her focus on the match at hand.

JH: Apparently Crackerjack finds something more interesting about Miss Laine than anything the Dual Crown champion has to offer.

CM: Yeah, like a couple of C-cups.

CL: Classy.

CM: I wouldn’t mind getting stuck between those dual crowns. Pbbbbtttt!

While all this has been going on Kitten has been further abusing Prime with some assistance from Matt Impact. Kitten slaps Prime with his boot like Scarlett O’Hara would slap Rhett Butler, ending up standing directly behind Prime so the difference in their stature is highlighted. Kitten jumps and falls backward, sending a kick right into the nape of Prime’s neck in a scissor kick.

Fans: Pelé!

JH: Apparently the fans in Belfast appreciate XK’s trademark Pelé kick!

CM: Actually, Hitchen, in the Irish language, the word “pelé” resembles the word “peile” which does indeed mean football.

JH: Did you just say something that was truthful and intelligent?

CM: …I like Kailey’s boobies.

JH: Never mind.

Prime lurches forward after the kick only to be met by a brutal spear from Matt Impact that sends the excellence of evolution to the floor. Kailey, who is still being pursued by Crackerjack, notices what is transpiring in the ring and rapidly ascends to the top turnbuckle closest to where Prime is laid out. She leaps forward and does a 360 backflip, landing atop with a thunderous splash!

JH: Kailey escapes from the man hunting her to execute a flawless corkscrew moonsault on Prime! But here comes Crackerjack!

Kailey goes sailing through the air as the monstrous lunatic tosses her like a rag doll! The duo resume their fight on the outside as Kitten covers and Clarke counts!

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JH: NO! TOAN ISN’T LETTING KITTEN GET THIS WIN! HE WANTS REVENGE!

Toan takes Kitten’s head in a facelock and lifts him up with his free arm, driving Kitten’s head to the ground with a Spike DDT! Clarke, fully fucking frustrated, lectures Toan, who after some warnings returns to his corner. Matt Impact is thoroughly pissed, however, and continues to chew on Clarke’s ears as both Kitten and Prime are struggling to stand.

JH: Both Kitten and Prime must be exhausted out there.

CL: I smell a hot tag burning on the oven.

But Toan has other ideas. As Impact keeps talking with Clarke, the camera shows him dropping to the ground and producing a steel chair from under the ring. He then hovers in his corner as Kitten totters to a standing position…

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Kitten reels backward, the chair having left its imprint on his forehead. Prime, seeing victory given to him on a silver platter, lets Kitten walk backward into a waiting full nelson. As Prime locks in those massive muscles and cranks the neck, Kitten fights to escape while also holding onto consciousness…

JH: OF ALL THE DIRTY UNDERHANDED…

CL: THIS IS THE BIGGEST BUNCH OF STEAMING BULLSHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN.

CM: Hey, Toan did what he had to!

Clarke is no longer concerned with Impact and is now checking on Kitten, who is still doing his utmost to emancipate himself from the double headlock. Gritting his teeth, Prime tightens the hold even further, and it isn’t long before Kitten is almost motionless. His hands flutter idly as Clarke tries to get Kitten to reply to his questions.

JH: IT CAN’T END LIKE THIS! IT CAN’T!

CL: I’m so fucking pissed right now…

The fans are also vocalizing their extreme distaste for this… while at the same Kailey continues to outrun Crackerjack, this time heading toward the entrance area! The announcers can be heard to mumble amongst themselves in incoherent stutterings as Kailey races toward their chain-linked “cage,” Crackerjack right behind her!

CL: Ah, what the fuck is this shit?

JH: Ladies and gentlemen, Crackerjack has chased Kailey Laine onto…

Before Hitchen can say another word, Crackerjack rams himself into Kailey’s back, sending her face-first against the chain-link fence. Crackerjack takes a handful of her long golden locks and repeatedly slams her face against the fencing before finally picking her up in a military-style press, lifting her over his head! The blank expression on his unreadable face only makes it more eerie as he wordlessly looks out over the fans below.

JH: My God! My God! What is he doing?

CL: He can’t… He wouldn’t….

CM: Kailey…

Chip’s faint whisper is all we hear as Crackerjack pushes his arms forward and releases, sending Kailey soaring through the air like a wadded-up piece of paper. She falls several feet, out of Crackerjack’s grasp and past the concrete stage to the swarming FIW supporters. They scuttle to make room as her body lays limp on the ground, Crackerjack standing triumphant from the stage, doing nothing but looking at his handiwork as his heavy chest rises and falls with labored breathing.

JH: GOOOOD SWEEEEET CHRIST!… Crackerjack has just thrown Kailey Laine off the entryway and into the fans below… Rarely have I ever seen such an act of sheer hatred, such cruelty…

As Hitchen tries to capture the right words, Prime still has Kitten locked in his full nelson. Kitten is pretty much done for now. Clarke raises Kitten’s arm and it stays up for a few brief moments… but then it falls to his side. Clarke raises a finger.

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CL: Damn it, after all that, if that bastard gets away with this…

Toan is irking the fans with an egotistical strut along the outside of the ring as Clarke raises Kitten’s hand one more time. Again, it stays suspended for a little while… but ultimately it falls. Clarke raises two fingers.

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JH: Going into this match, it was hard to choose right from wrong, good from bad, but I know it can’t end this way…

CM: Hey, if you have an issue, Hitchen, here’s a tissue!

Toan raises his hands in victory as Clarke picks up Kitten’s hand one final time… Lucy is screaming her head off for Kitten to come back and stay in this. But Kitten’s arm instantly falls. Clarke raises three fingers and calls for the bell.

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MA: Your winner by submission… Prime, Toan and Kailey Laine!

Of course, only Prime and Toan stand in the ring, celebrating their win, shaking hands and gloating as the fans boo them as hard as possible. Crackerjack is getting his fair share of negative reactions as well as the fans continue to crowd around the motionless Kailey. Matt Impact and Lucy stand outside the ring – Lucy tending to her fallen Kitten while Impact is a bottle of rage, on the verge of exploding onto Toan and Prime.

CM: Prime will be credited with the victory, but it was through the smart-thinking of Toan that Kitten went down tonight! He got his revenge in the end!

CL: Which will make it all the more sweeter when he gets what’s coming to him at Anarchy in the UK… That fucking asshole.

JH: I’m sorry, but I’m still reeling from what Crackerjack did to Kailey… That feud between them can’t be over… That monster is going to have to answer for what he’s done…

CL: We’ve seen some major battles here tonight, but it’ll be nothing to the war we’ll see at Anarchy in the UK. Be sure to tune in for what will surely be one of the most memorable PPVs in FIW history. You wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it~!

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