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ReVolt; 04-04-07
Topic Started: Apr 5 2007, 04:28 PM (406 Views)
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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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Uno dos tres cuatro Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
The scene of Roger Desmond climbing to the top turnbuckle before hoping off into the crowd
Uno dos tres cuatro Salte! Que va pasando mi combo!
Roger, mid entrance, spins around with arms out readying himself for photos
Uno dos tres cuatro Marchando las gatas forman alboroto
Inside the ring, Roger taunts his downed opponent by laughing at them
Uno dos tres cuatro Que va pasando mi combo!
Delivering his “Greatness” in several overlaying flash shots
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CL: Ah, the piss break match.

JH: The show’s only just begun Conse!

CM: Yeah, but he has a weak bladder, leave him alone.

JH: Azazel’s vs. Dr…

CL: Oh if Azazel’s wrestling, never mind, I’ll just piss all over Chip.

CM: HEY!

The thundering, masculine choir of voices echo through the arena's sound system as the lights flicker into darkness. The stage lights take on a blue hue as a ring of flame is set in the center of the structure. The men's voices continue to resonate as from the flames Azazel and Belial rise. They reach the apex of their ascent at the same point the vocalists reach their highest note, seemingly a thousand drums pounding as gouts of fire LEAP from the stage!

MA: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Belial... from the icy depths of Stygia in the Nine Hells... the Demon Prince... AZZZAAAAAAAAYYYYZELLLLLLL!!!

Azazel steps calmly toward the ring with his charge in tow, paying no heed to the fans. A gloomy blue spotlight follows them as the only illumination in the building, aside from the lingering flames onstage. Belial moseys to Azazel's corner as the Demon Prince himself slides into the ring, kipping into a standing position. He glares out at the fans with eager eyes as the music of Tyler Bates' "Returns A King" thunders through the arena. The lights rise and Azazel settles into his corner, arms folded over his chest.

JH: Good lord, I know I said this but that Belial guy is HUGE.

CM: And Azezal’s a midget, opposite’s do attract!

CL: Dare you to call Belial something, that boy looks like he drops number 2’s bigger then your wardrobe, that’s some big shit there.

CM: I will not disrespect myself in that manner.

CL: Yet you come out I public? Moron.

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

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[align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
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Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage.
MA: And his opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado… DDDDDRRRRRRRRAAAAKKKKEEEE LLLLOOOOOVVVVVEEEE!!!!

[align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promised you my heart just promise to sing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
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Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before.

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

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

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

[align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, )
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
(Oh-uh, Oh-uh,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep.
(Oh-uh, Oh-uh)
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JH: The number one con tender to Elrick’s championship looks ready tonight.

CM: This boy was born ready, watch him kill the little freak.

CL: Oh man… *shouting* BELIAL!!!!! He looked too, damn he’s coming this way!

CM: I’m sorry! *hiding under the table*

CL: Oh wait, that’s a drink vender, mistakes happen.

CM: *Popping head up to check* Asshole!

As Truth has checked Azazel now he moves to Drake, checking Drake for any hidden objects seeing none the bell is sounded and both men begin circling the ring, Azazel looking like he has quite the spring in his step as Drake launches in for a shoulder and elbow tie-up, Azazel simply leaps and pushes Drake down, using his own momentum to push him into the canvas as Azazel land son his feet and spins around quite agilely with a smile. But as e turns, the bull headed and frustrated Drake is upon and on his position within mere seconds, grabbing him in a waist lock and taking him over with such thunderous power, driving him into the canvas.

JH: What a waistlock takeover, Drake looks aggressive.

CM: He‘s always aggressive, wouldn‘t you be opening up the show with some blue…

CL: Think about those words.

CM: Freak!

Drake keeps Azazel down on the mats, making him stay there completely out strengthen him for now, but Azazel uses his quickness to diver his body into a position where he uses his legs to slowly gain some footing, he then rolls from Drake’s clutch, kipping up in the process and then dropkicking him square in the face. Drake rolls to his right, the kick surprising him and Azazel’s agility surprising him also, Azazel simply smiles to himself, loving the skills he possesses, Azazel though using his agility then comes over the kneeling Drake and springs in a 90 degree spin and drives a leg right down and over Drake’s head crushing his face to the mat as he then covers Drake…

CM: He’s Neo now?

CL: No, he’s kick-ass and making a cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…NO SHOULDER UP!
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Drake using his frustration launches Azazel off with such power Azazel lands on his feet, watching intently towards Drake, Belial outside is watching intently too, his stare so evil it’s horrifying but still Drake sits p, as he does Azazel runs towards him, but Drake switches position looking for a kick to the gut, Azazel cartwheels over him landing on his feet but to come face to face with a boot to the gut by Drake. Drake then with his strength belly to belly suplexes Azazel over his head onto the mat with power, as Drake lands on his back and turns to his knees.

JH: Beautiful looking suplex.

CM: Drake killed the little alien.

CL: Belial’s gonna squash you, watch…

CM: Conse big titted women, second row!

As Conse’s eyes go searching Drake’s too his feet and got Azazel in a precarious position, holding his back as Drake grins, he picks him up to a standing position before lifting him onto the top rope, connecting with a stiff right punch to his face Azazel looks quite groggy, but is that all a act as Drake turns to the crowd who give him mixed reactions, as he does Drake doesn’t see Azazel up to his feet and turned around, he then LEAPS! Into the air, but as he comes down for a moonsault, he’s caught and dropped down with a Manhattan drop right over Drake’s knee, making Azazel stumble as Drake shifts into the ropes…

CM: He’s gonna do that arm thingy!

CL: Lariat? Clothesline?

CM: I don’t know but boom freak’s down!

…Neither in fact, Drake lamps him right in the face with a back elbow knocking Azazel to his back as Drake stops himself and his pace. Seeing the opportunity he simply signals for something, moving towards the fallen Azazel and looking ready to lock in the Colorado Clutch…

CM: Watch your beloved blue thing tap like a bitch now.

CL: Your going to tap like a bitch in a minute.

JH: Wait a second, guys look, what’s Belial doing!

…But as he locks it in on Azazel, Belial the giant of a man climbs to the ring apron, Drake turns releasing Azazel who rolls towards the ring apron, instantly seeing it and ready to defend off Belial, Drake stands there asking him to come in for some damn reason, Belial with a huge grin does so pushing the Truth out of the way and out of the ring almost as Drake unleashes a flurry of hard rights towards Belial who simply takes every punch, whipping his face into them before catching Drake‘s fist, lifting him by one arm and throwing him into the corner! But as he does The Truth calls for the bell, Belial completely ignores it through…

CL: The big blue thing as you call him just beat your buddy Chip.

JH: No Conse, he lost by Disqualification.

CL: That’s bullshit!

CM: Ha! Drake rules.

As Michael and Truth concur Belial charges at Drake and annihilates him with one of the biggest clothesline ever, crushing him into the turnbuckle, making Drake drop to his knees, as Belial simply turns towards Azazel who’s to his feet, looking towards his minion and nodding, Belial then turn back around booting Drake right in the gut causing him to hold his gut in pain.

MA: Ladies and Gentlemen.. Truth has just told be… because of outside interference… Your Winner! Via Disqualification… DDDDDDRRRRRRRRRRAAAAKKKEEE LLLOOOOOVVVEEEE!!!!!

Azazel looks highly irritated as he talks towards Belial as he asks him to pick up Drake, making him do so, Azazel speaks loudly towards Belial “Ex Nihilo”, Belial nods, picking up Drake and watching Azazel hook him in a one arm slam…

JH: Oh come on now, stop this.

CL: Why? This shit’s entertaining.

CM: No it isn’t, Drake’s a important roster member, this is discrimination.

CL: No that is…

Belial helps his master to flip over, thus performing Azazel’s trademark finisher, a flipping one arm slam, as they land Belial kips up, onto one knee as the fans boo loudly towards them, Drake rolls out of view as security come down to the ring to calm the situation, but as they come down, Belial annihilates them too, one with a lariat, two with big boots and one he corners in the corner, he then grabs him by the throat with one arm, and with a sick and ungodly strength throws him around the ring in a circle then let’s go, watching him fly to the mat like a rag doll, Azazel applauds his minion but both are stopped as unnoticed Lazaro climbs the ring apron, looking towards Belial…

CL: Oh fuck yeah! This is going to be brutal!

JH: Calm down Conse.

CL: Blood! Go on let them fight!

…But Azazel doesn’t instead letting them separate as he and Belial, make there leave from the ring, Lazaro and Belial watching each other all the way up the ramp before Belial and Azazel disappears behind the curtain and Lazaro checks on Drake, the camera cuts to the commentary desk.
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"Buried alive by love" by Him begins to play throughout the arena suddenly.

CM: The hell is this crap?

JH: I'm not too entirely sure myself. It might have something to do with that SLA thing.

CL: "Sensual Lesbain Action"? What a stupid fucking name. What dumbass came up wi--

CM: Lesbians? Fuckin' lesbians are coming out here?

JH: N-no. They're heading over to SLA. This is just the announcement, or something like that.

CM: Fuck this shit. You guys can continuing calling guys touching other guys, I'm goiun' where the real action is.

CL: You two understand that the song has been playing for at least a minute and no one has showed up?

Almost as if by cue, a young blonde comes out on stage wearing nothing short of a black string bikini. Stepping down to the ring, she blows out kisses towards the fans and sends some waves.

CM: This is what this show needs more of. Fuck Reginald and his London Silly Nannies or whatever. How much does he want for his company? I'm willing to pay anything.

CL: Hopefully it'll be more than what you paid for that haircut.

CM: Hey! Fuck you Conse. And fuck you too, Hitchen.

The woman, now inside the ring, holds up a mic as fans still cheer for just her presence.

Woman: Hello everyone. I've been chosen to be the introduction of the newest product to hit the SLA wrestling industry.

CL: Something begging for ratings?

The sounds of headsets soon crashing to the floor are heard.

CM: Shut up. She's talking.

Woman: So without further waiting, I present to the SLA...Olaf!

The fan, stunned by the sound of a non feminine name, looks around at eachother as a large, muscular man walks out onto the stage with a big smile on his face.

CL: Ya man, you can call this one.

Olaf, with mic in hand, starts to laugh aloud.

Olaf: Ha ha ha! Olaf fool you all! Olaf make you believe lesbian come, but instead you get Olaf! Ha ha ha! Olaf come to SLA and show just how weak people there are. Olaf go with sister Iga! Iga good girl, she not lesbian. She strong fighter! Almost as strong as Olaf! Ha ha ha!

Olaf drops the mic and continues to laugh as he turns away towards the entrance curtain before disappearing through it. Although what he misses, is his sister Iga making kissing faces towards some of the female fans along her return up the ramp.

CL: Kill me. Tie me up, crucify me. Stab me in the face with lasers. I don’t care. Just don’t make me sit through this next match.

CM: I’ll be back with a shotgun in two shakes!

JH: Sit down, Chip. Constance, it won’t be that bad for you… and for the rest of us it won’t be bad at all; a real treat! The newcomer to FIW, Phyllis Bathory and the returning sensation and NGIW legend--

CL: Don’t you attatch our good name to that… that…

CM: Loon?

CL: AARRRRGHH!!! MY GODDAMN EARS!!! That’s it. I quit. I don’t even wanna hear his music…

The opening riff to Sonne rams it's way into the arena and down onto the fans, and Loon makes his way out, with a big smile.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first… from Milan, Illinois… making his FIW return! THE LOOOOOOOOON!! TWOOOOOOO!! POINT!! FIIIIIIIIIIIIVEAAHHHH!!

He jumps into the air and then runs down the wooden catwalk and over the ropes and into the ring. He climbs up on the upper-right turnbuckle and raises his hands as the crowd roars. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same, to the same cheap pop. He then hops down, loosens his neck, and turns to the stage.







… but no one comes.

Oh, wait. Here Phyllis comes, through the crowd and over the barricade, sliding into the ring behind Loon. Loon notices the mat shaking and turns JUST in time to taste lariatooh to the face!

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JH: Well, it’s unorthodox, but Phyllis has made his impact in this match already!

Phyllis gets back to his feet and hops into the air, coming down on Loon’s chest with a double foot stomp!

CL: If this moron manages to win he becomes my new favorite wrestler. STOMP LOON’S DAMN BRAINS OUT!!!

CM: I’m already a Loon fan, simply because he pisses you off so much. GO LOON!

Phyllis slides into a laying position next to Loon, firing a series of six (count ‘em) six right hands into Loon’s face! Loon manages to summon up some chutzpa from whatever gland it is chutzpah is generated in and fires a forearm back at Phyllis, cracking him hard against the bridge of his nose!

JH: Attaboy, Loon!

Phyllis looks startled and sputters, shaking his head and backing off. He tweaks his own nose, wondering how it is the Loon’s forearm could hurt his vampire flesh, but shrugs and plays it off, laughing righteously through the pain. Loon gets to his feet with an half-annoyed look on his face. He charges forward at Phyllis, raising his boot to COLLIDE with the would-be vampire’s face! Phyllis goes down HARD and Loon throws his hands into the air, grinning.

Loon: I KICK YOU!!

This, of course, prompts the crowd to pop.

Loon: I am a badass motherfucker, am I not?

CL: NO! You’re NOT! Go home!

Phyllis staggers to his feet, leaning on the ropes and quickly turns to Loon with a boot to the gut! Loon doubles over and Phyllis starts BASHING him in the back of the head with fists until Loon reaches up and SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF PHYLLIS’ MOUTH!

CM: WHOO, go Loon! Win and piss off Conse!

CL: I hate you.

Loon slaps Phyllis in the head again… and again… and again! Phyllis is starting to look awfully dizzy from all the head slaps, backing him into the corner.

JH: Loon calls that technique “Swagger”! And Phyllis is most definitely swaggered.

Loon drives a hard elbow into Phyllis’ face, following with a knee. Phyllis is looking really pale… er… and Loon is basically having his way with him, harsh strikes and knees everywhere.

JH: Phyllis really looks like he can’t take much more of Loon’s assault.

CL: I cannot believe a human being could be THAT injured by THE LOON.

CM: Ah ah ah. This is the Loon… TWO POINT FIVE!!!

CL: He’s always been 2.5, you tit!

Loon skips to the opposite turnbuckle and charges back forward, but Phyllis suddenly SPRINGS off the turnbuckle and wraps his arms and legs around Loon’s body, taking him to the floor!

CM: Where the hell did THAT cmoe from!? He looks like he’s dying, but he can spring out of the corner like THAT!?

Phyllis raises his head back and like a viper, DARTS forward and sinks his teeth into Loon’s neck!

JH: There he goes again!

Security seems like they were prepared for this instance and floods almost instantly to ringside. Loon isn’t even bleeding when Phyllis pulls away with wide eyes, darting over the rails and back into the crowd!

JH: In all my life, I’ve NEVER seen a wrestler run from security as fast as that guy.

Loon rubs his neck where Phyllis had been chewing as the bell rings.

[align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING![/align]

MA: Your winner… by disqualification… THE LOON! TWO! POINT! FIIIIIIIVE!!!

JH: Well THAT was anti-climactic.

CL: I blame Loon.

CM: Phyllis was the one who ate and ran!

CL: I still blame Loon. He’s a whore. A dirty, dirty whore.
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Just before we come back from commercials we cut to the big screen as the opening introduction of One Minute Silence's "Holy Man" plays softly and the following scroll document is shown...

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

CL: Oh this one’s now gonna actually have some good it in it.

JH: After Graver’s confrontation with Ninja at the PPV, I’m sure.

CM: Momoko’s going to shock you all this match, just…

CL: Shut up? Good idea, do that while I watch the other three murder the lil Taiwan prostitute.

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
[/align]

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
[/align]

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: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a anything goes match for the FIW FLYCORE CHAMPIONSHIP! Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!

[align=center]Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
[/align]

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.

JH: The under dog in this one, he’s hardly known in FIW.

CL: Everyone’s a under dog to you, stop relating with everyone, even Ninja has more of a life then you.

CM: Yeah Johnofun, oh I like that, keeper!

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…

MA: And his opponent, hailing from Saitama, Japan…MMOMMMMMOOOOKKKKOOO WAAAAKKAARRRRIIII!!!

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.

CM: The next Flycore ch…

CL: Do not insult something with such ultra sexy violence with that lil bitches name, got me?

CM: Or else?

CL: I’ll give Johnofun your cell phone number.

JH: Ohhh, never hit double figures…

Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a voice booms over the speakers.

[align=center]Turn me up!

Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away
The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay
And if they pay then they pay with they life
So watch another man try to hold on to his life

Cause' I keep lookin' and huntin' just like a lion
Let the sucka' know that it's them that be dyin'
I show no remorse to the source of the tales
And if they tell then the hungry better battle[/align]


”Another Body Murdered” starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “Cheap pop comment here~!”

[align=center] Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table
And if I miss, I never miss, cuz I’m able
I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder
And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus
But I'll never bless the rest, so never cease
I'll do a motherfucker with this restin' piece
Cause' what they saw they never seen or even heard of
And if they live, it's just another body murdered....
.....another body murdered....

I'm makin' deals for deals that make a kill
And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed
I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be
And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G'
But if they think I'm blasted then they gone
I'm takin' off they're head with a motherfuckin' chrome
I gotta pay the play the pay ta' get crooked
And I ain't 'BOO' til' I dump another fool
I see the fool runnin' and runnin' but where they goin' ?
Had to witness my murder now they knowin'
What they blast so blast so at the pad
I'll have the thing fixed...My life was goin' in a flash....
If I went to say
that'd be my ass
Searching for these fools while stepping cross the squares
Cause they can't hide and hide and that's real
And what you just witnessed with your eyes got ta' kill....
.....another body murdered.....

Bang your head to this....

Turn me up!

Another body murdered! [/align]

MA: And the following competitor, hailing from Detroit, Michigan… EEEEEXXXTRREEEEMEEE NNNIINNJJJAAAHHHH NNUUUMMMBBAAATTTUUUHHHH!!!

Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Respect the Ninja!” and “Now 100% Smarty Free!”, and “Fear the Shining Stomp!” and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie to get ready for the match ahead.

JH: Catchy theme *dances*

CM: *Looking at Jonathon* Stop, stop right now.

CL: Yeah, it’s teasing his suspicion, ay one footer.

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


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

You're gonna get up and scream

You're gonna get up and...


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

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

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

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

[align=center]I keep a close watch
On this
Heart of mine
I walk a line
I walk a line
[/align]
Graver paces around the ring, firing off a Cactus Jack-style "bang bang" hand motion before mounting the turnbuckle to stare disdainfully at the crowd. He dismounts and awaits the violence's beginning.

CL: A true champion right there, epitomizes everything a champion should be.

JH: A perverted thief?

CL: No, dick feature’s, a extreme machine.

CM: Until Momoko out extreme’s him.

CL: Ever stopped breathing? No? I can change that.

As J.J checks all of the participants, all four keep a close eye on each other, not letting either or any of them out of the sights before the bell sounds and the match gets underway, Graver on instant impact of the bell slides out of the ring to be nowhere to be seen, Momoko on the other hand charges at Ninja, attacking him with a flurry of slaps and elbows, reeling him backwards. Ethan on the other hand looks towards Graver who’s heads popped up from beyond the ring apron, trash can in hand as Ethan sees the opportunity he runs and LAUNCHES himself over the top rope with a front flip plancha right onto Graver, causing them to crash to the ring mats.

JH: Beautifully done!

CL: No, idiotically done, why not just jump off the apron and punch him?

JH: Because he enjoys pleasing the fans, Conse.

CM: Why not jump into them? He could be hugged and hell, might knock some sense into a few of them…

As both men try and gain footing off the mats, action in the ring continues with Momoko still leading the attack, but it soon switches as Ninja grabs her spins her into the corner and delivers a flurry of knees into her gut before dropkicking her into the corner with power, making her reel towards Ninja who simply sweeps her legs with some grace. He then runs to the ropes, springs up and comes back with a beautifully executed springboard leg drop, landing right over Momoko’s throat, he then makes the cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…NO SHOULDER UP!
[/align]

CL: Stop flipping around! Somebody use a fucking weapon.

JH: *grabbing a piece of paper and hits Conse* THERE!

CL: *turning slowly towards Jonathon* ARE YOU A IDIOT!

CM: There’s the million dollar question.

Ninja looking quite frustrated, just stands up and turns, unfortunately right into Ethan who boots him in the gut, then hit’s a flurry of forearm strikes. Ninja reels into the ropes before being Irish whipped to the ropes, but as Ninja reaches them, he’s caught and dragged out of the ring by Graver who then proceeds to thump him over the head with a stop sign, denting it over Ninja’s skull, making Ninja reel into the ring barricade, Ethan who has been watching this all intently, then begins to run to the ropes, but as he’s about o come through the ropes, he’s nailed by Graver with the stop sign and Ethan rolls back into the ring, looking groggy off the shot.

CL: Clean up on Aisle Ethan.

JH: Ouch, you could hear that from all the way over here.

CL: Sexy wasn’t it?

CM: No Conse, no.

Graver quite happy with him disabling everyone in sight then throws the trash can in the ring, he then climbs in after it stomping down on Ethan in the process but seeing Momoko standing Graver sees his next target of choice, pulling out what looks to be a golf club, he lines up for the shot, but Momoko sees it coming and instead dodge’s the shot and boots Graver right in the thigh, losing his footing and dropping the golf club. Momoko then stands, seeing the opportunity runs, leaping and grabbing Graver’s head in a front chanceries, she brings it down over her knee though, making Graver reel into the ropes, coming back to get a face full of toilet sign.. Yes you read it toilet sign…

CM: No, literally, clean up on Aisle Graver.

CL: Fuck off.

CM: No thanks, Johnofun will.

JH: Oh look, action in the ring, shall we?

Momoko drops the toilet sign but is quickly attacked by Ninja, who’s gotten back in the ring and he looks like he wants this title a lot, as he takes himself and Momoko out of the ring, to the left side of the ring, at the same time Graver rolls out to the right with Ethan seeing his chance, he leaps off the ring apron, he was looking to climb back in the ring with a double stomp landing on Graver. With action happening on either side of the ring, J.J’s stuck seeing which action to follow, but he chooses the champions side. Doing so he watches Ethan pick up and move towards Graver, on the other side Momoko has Ninja in a front chancerie…

JH: Both Ninja and Graver look in trouble here.

CL: No there.. Oh crap they… nope…

CM: Go on Momoko!

…As Momoko goes to hit the move, Ninja pushes her off and with one swift kick knocks her to a knee, on the other side of the ring, Ethan’s kicked right between the legs making him drop the chair and double over, Graver smirks standing and hooking Ethan in a cross arm position, before lifting and DRIVING him skull first into the chair Ethan dropped! At the exact same time on the other side of the ring, Ninja runs and shining Stomps Momoko right on the crown of her head, she drops over as both Graver and Ninja make the covers!

JH: I STEEEEPPPPPPPPPPP ON JJUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!

CL: REEEJECCCCTTT DRRRIVUUUUAAAAAH!!!

JH: What the hell, there both covering, but he’s only looking at Graver’s cover!

CM: Wait! I’m confused!

J.J drops to make the count…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!!!!
[/align]

Graver and Ninja bought stand and turn to see each other celebrating, Ninja’s expression unable to be seen, but Graver’s using every word under the sun towards Ninja as both climb in the ring and begin arguing, J.J comes in and grabs Graver’s arm to signal he won! The fans boo the holy hell out of him as Ninja discusses with the referee, but it’s too late Graver’s out of the ring, title in hand and running up the steps…

MA: Your winner! Still FIW FLYCORE CHAMPION! GGGGRRRAAAAAAVVVVVEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUAHHHHHHH!!!

JH: Get back there! This ain’t fair!

CL: Run man! Run!

CM: Momoko…
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ReVolt comes back from commercial break/segways from an amazing match/transitions from a lovely promo backstage where we find that lovable loser himself, Toby Bostock. Well, maybe 'loser' in unfair. But 'lovable non-winner' doesn't have the same ring to it. Either way we find Toby in - believe it or not - one of the gazillion corridors of the modern day coliseum that FIW inhabits this week. He looks over into the camera - or just happens to look into the camera as he's trying to carry a conversation with Cameraman Jorge - and breaks the silence.

TB: So... did you catch Stargate SG-1 on Sci-Fi last night?

The camera shakes "no." Poor Jorge, he has a camera for a head. :P

TB: Shucks. I set my VCR to record it but I must've messed up the recording time. Instead it recorded some show called "ECW on Sci-Fi." You heard of it?

Once again, Jorge shakes his camera head "no."

TB: Meh, you didn't miss mu-

TOBY GETS NAILED IN THE HEAD WITH A BOTTLE!

Thankfully it was plastic and empty, or else it would have caused serious damage. Toby staggers backwards as a yelp emits from his insides & almost falls to his rear in wake of the random act of bottle violence. Once gaining his composure, Toby swings his head around looking for whoever was responsible. He then looks into the camera - or Jorge's eyes, whatever you prefer - and stammers.


TB: Did... did you see that?! Where in the name of Alderaan did that come from?

?????: Hold on, Toby.

That voice... perhaps Jorge's? Well, we can't see him talk. But we can see Toby looking into the camera when we hear that voice. So it must belong to Camera Head Jorge.

Jorge?: Pick it up. It looks like there's a paper inside.

Toby bends over, still selling the bottle shot by placing an open palm to his temple & picking up the bottle. He unscrews the lid & turns the bottle upside down as the rolled up piece of paper comes out of the bottle. Toby nonchalantly tosses it aside & opens up the piece of paper, reading the message:

TB: "Two doors down on the left. There you will find The Messenger." The heck does that mean?

Jorge: I'd say it's pretty self explanatory, Toby.

TB: The Messenger... Oh God. You watch - one of the boys is playing a joke on me. Well you know what, Jorge? Not this gosh darn time! Toby Bostock is nobody's fool!

Toby turns his back & storms his way towards their destination. Prepared to slap the taste out of the mouth of the perpetrator.

TB: I've had enough of all this, I really have... It makes me so mad.

After the long journey of all but 40 feet, our explorers make it to their destination.

TB: I swear... I'm gonna Darth Vader whoever's behind this door.

Toby turns the knob & swings the door open to rev-

[align=center] [size0]"GRRRRRHHHHHMMMMM..." [size0][large][/align]

-eal The Talladegan Juggernaut, the Freak of Nature, NGIW's own:

TB: OH GOD! SOME KIND OF MONSTER! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!

A Frying Pan-sized hand darts from thr shadows straight to the scruff of Toby's shirt, yanking him closer to the Monster before him. As Toby looks as if he's about to wet himself, an evil growl emits from the underdwellings of Monster's intestines. A growl sounding like...

Monster: Mmmmmessssssennnnngerrrrrrr. . .

TB: Y-you're the Messenger?

Monster nods his head "yes" to Toby's horror.

TB: Oh no... If you're just the messenger... Then who sent you?

An evil laugh - or perfectly timed growls - escape the behemoth as he leads Toby & Jorge into the dark dwellings in front of them.

As we journey inside, we enter a dimly lit room. The only lighting provided by several conveniently placed candles. We can't see much, but we can see a Pentagram sloppily painted on the wall with a suspicious shade of red paint (if it is paint...) & a conveniently placed Crucifix hung upside down on the corresponding wall. Though what grabs our attention most is the Coffin placed in the middle of our black mass. Monster releases his hold on young Toby after having nearly dragged him the whole trip. Toby looks to the coffin, then to Monster, mortified.


TB: Wh-what kind of sick symbolism is this?

Monster chooses not to answer, but rather stares down on Toby with malice in his eyes. Course, he stares at everyone like that. So who knows.

TB: Or is this not a symbol but is in fact... *observing his surroundings* ... a human sacrifice ceremony with me as the guest of honor, my final resting place in front of me?

Monster continues to stare down on Toby with his soulless, empty black eyes. He grunts & extends his arm, pointing to a handle that would open the casket. He growls...

Monster: Ohhhhhpennnn.

Toby steps towards the casket, fear filling his entire being at this point. His trembling hand approaches the handle ONLY FOR THE TOP TO SWING OPEN!

[align=center] [size0]"TOBY!" [size0][/align]

Toby's fear evaporates & is replaced with shock, appearant as his jaw hits the floor.

TB: It's...! It's...!

[align=center]"Jim O'Brien, babahhhh!"[/align]

Indeed. Sitting straight up from the casket is the Man In Black himself. With black flannel covering his upper body & a sadistic grin on his face, he looks over to Toby in joy - or madness, whatever it is, I imagine there's a pill for it.

O'Brien: Toby! Man! How the hell are ya tonight?!

TB: Uhhh... What?

O'Brien: Hey Monster! Hand me that hat I found today!

Monster approaches the casket with Jim inside & hands Jim a black cowboy hat. Jim snags it & places it on his head. He looks over to Toby with a ridiculous grin.

O'Brien: Hey! Look at me! I'm The Undertaker! *lowering his voice* Rest... In... Peace.

From horror to shock, now utter confusion consumes our lovable non-winner Toby.

TB: Jim... What is all this? What's going on?

O'Brien: I have great news, youngster! Y'see I talked with FIW's boss, y'know, Darth Helmet. About a new contract.

TB: So you're coming back?

O'Brien: Well... You could say that. I won't be wrestling - Well, not scheduled to anytime soon, at least - but I got a gig as... No, you guess.

TB: Ummm... I dunno. Trainer? Security?

O'Brien: Better! Interviewer!

TB: Interviewer?

O'Brien: That's right, junior! I'm here to get the scoops, the big stories, askin' the tough questions! In fact, starting next week I'll have my own platform to do so! And I gotta say, I'm enthusiastic as hell about it!

TB: Yeah, I can tell. But... I have a question.

O'Brien: Let's hear it, young man.

TB: So the bottle, the note, Monster, the scary room, casket & you inside - What does that have to do with anything?

O'Brien: Well Toby, it's a little thing called procrastination. Because come 11 o'clock Tuesday night... I had no idea how the hell I was going to promote my new segment. And this was the best I could come up with on such short notice. But I'm getting off topic. Just imagine Toby, you & I, colleagues in the reporting field. Doesn't that excite you? Cause it certainly sure does me!

TB: Sure.

O'Brien: Now listen, I just want you to know one thing.

Jim calms himself down before looking Toby in the eye in a serious manner.

O'Brien: I just want you to know... That despite not wrestling actively & competitively anymore... I still thoroughly enjoy bludgeoning people within centimeters of their lives. So make a mental note to stray from any stories or scoops I may have found or I will rip your tongue out with my bare hands.

Another crazed grin comes over Jim's face, his giant pearly whites being shown off.

O'Brien: Okay? Great! Glad we went over that. Now... Where can I get me one of those snazzy microphones?

fade out

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.
[/align]

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…
[/align]

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.

MA: "On their way to the ring… at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds… Steve “The Emo Kid” Patterson… “Fierce” Felix Arroyo… They are… HARD! CORE! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXX!!!"

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!
[/align]

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…
[/align]

CM: “There’s my favorite guys, Hardcore Sex. I mean, honestly, who doesn’t love some hardcore sex? I know I do for sure.”

JH: “You do realize that one of them is gay, right?”

CM: “Um, yes. Duh, Jon!”

MA: “And their opponents, at a combined weight of uh…1700 pancakes? From Reading, England by way of Maple Syrup, Canada. They are…ASH KOOPA AND EL LUMBERJACKO!"

“Start Me Up” by The Rolling Stones hits the PA system and out from the backstage area comes the tandem of Ash and Jacko. In his hands El Lumberjacko has a wooden axe grasped in his hands, while Ash taunts the crowd with Hulk Hogan-esque poses. After a few moments the team makes their way down to the ring, slapping hands with fans and playing to the crowd heavily. El Lumberjacko puts down his axe on the ringside steps before the two slide into the ring.

MA: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is to be contested under tag-team rules. The first man to pin his opponent to the mat for a count of three will have his team declared the winner.”

CM: “I wasn’t a fan of this Ash Koopa fella to begin with, and now we have to deal with his weird friend. What the heck is so good about eating pancakes all the time? No wonder the little guy is so pudgy, he doesn’t eat anything but freakin’ flapjacks.”

Michael Anderson signals to the time keeper on the outside and he rings the bell to start the match.

[align=center]---[/align]

El and Ash debate between each other who goes in first, they finally settle on Ash and Jacko takes his place on the ring apron. Felix decides to go in first for his team, while Steve goes out to the ring apron as well. As the two near the center of the ring, Felix wastes no time in getting the action started and pummels Ash in the face with a hard European uppercut, followed by a quick lariat that takes Ash down. Felix covers him and the referee starts a count.

JH: “Ouch, he isn’t giving him anytime to think about what to do. Not a half bad strategy to tell you the truth. Just go right in and go for the win.”

[align=center]1...!


KICKOUT…!
[/align]

CM: “Damnit, that referee is counting too slowly. That clearly was three.”

He picks Ash up from the mat and irish whips him into the nearest corner, following after him with another lariat, this time smashing Koopa into the turnbuckle. To keep on him he thrusts his shoulder into the gut of Ash, forcing him to gasp for air. Felix turns around to goad the crowd and be his normal cocky self, but this leaves time for his opponent to recover. Koopa comes back with a forearm smash to the back of the head of Felix, stunning him for a few seconds and adding an atomic drop to the combo. As Felix stumbles around the ring holding his lower back and neck, Ash bounces off the ropes and hits him with an Ash Bomber. Taking advantage of his fallen opponent, Koopa drops down and makes a quick cover.

[align=center]1...!


2...!


STEVE BREAKS UP THE COUNT…![/align]


Steve enters the fray and levels Ash in the back of the head with a stiff stomp. He takes him down with a few more stomps before heading over to the ropes, heading to the outside. As Ash gets back to his feet, Steve hops onto the top rope and springboards into the ring, hitting Ash in the back of the head with a MEAN missile dropkick that sends him flying. While this is happening El Lumberjacko tries to come in to even the odds, but Felix stops that from ever occurring by landing a dropkick to the top of his head and sending him to the outside. He follows after to the outside and tosses El Lumberjacko head first into the ring post.

JH: “This match has ended up on the outside really fast. I just hope Jacko’s head can withstand the damage it’s taking from that ringpost.”

CM: “Haha, I wouldn’t bet on it, Jon. It looks like that ringpost just won the fight against Jacko’s head and it’s looking to spill his brains everywhere.”

The referee tries to keep order of everything, but is completely losing control with the action everywhere. He turns his attention to the outside to yell at the two competitors to get back in the ring, but while he’s distracted, Steve brings a steel chair into the ring. Ash, using the ropes for help, manages to plant himself back up firmly again. Steve goes to nail him in between the eyes with weapon, but Ash ducks it, only for Steve to take out his legs with a HARD shot from the chair. As fast as he can Steve slides the chair out of the ring and goes to the outside.

Eventually Felix comes back inside the ring after pummeling Lumberjacko some more, to immediately go after Ash and lock in the Pelvis-to-Pelvis. Wrenching back further and further on Koopa’s legs, trying to break them in half. Not able to take the pain after the chair shot from Steve, he taps out almost near passing out.

MA: “HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, FELIX AND STEVE…HARRRRRRDDDDDDDCOREEEEEEEEEEEEEE SEEXXXXXXX!

CM: “That’s how you do it. Hardcore sex for life!”

JH: “Yeah, they got the win, but at what cost? Is it really necessary to use a chair and cheat to win?”

CM: “Yes, yes it is. This is wrestling, not baseball. We don’t play by the rules, baby!”

The time keeper rings the bell repeatedly, but Felix just won’t let go. Steve on the other hand has another idea for the chair he used, bringing it back into play within the ring. He sets it down near Ash and motions to Felix to let go. He does so and all Koopa can do is writhe on the mat in pain, yelling out and holding his legs. Hardcore Sex give each other wicked grins and pull Ash back to his feet.

JH: “Oh god, don’t tell me they’re going for what I think they’re going for.”

CM: “That’s right, it’s time for Ash to Just Eat It.”

The two men hook him in a double front facelock, lifting him overhead looking to hit their move, “Just Eat It”. Before they can, however, El Lumberjacko crashes the party and wildly starts to swing the wooden axe he brought down to ringside. Hardcore Sex abandon what ideas they had of dropping Koopa head first on the chair, fleeing the ring while they can as Jacko continues swinging the axe in their direction. He kneels down to check on his partner’s condition, meanwhile Hardcore Sex make their way up the ramp, taunting the crowd and smirking at the damage they’ve done.
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Fighting Spirit Championship bout. This match will be contested under the EX-ARMS set of rules! Introducing first, he is the “Career Killer” Elrick!

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

[align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)
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…The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms with the Fighting Spirit Championship. Elrick then walks placing the title over his shoulder as he heads 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 and shows them the title belt, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway, handing the title over towards a ring monkey.

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

MA: And the challenger, weighing in at Two Hundred and Forty pounds. Ladies and gentlemen he is Sean Madrox!

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

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

JH: So here we go, Elrick’s first defense of the Fighting Spirit Championship.

CM: And probably his last. Elrick entertains me as much as the Gilmour Girls.

JH: Wait a second now. That really isn’t fair at all. Everyone likes the Gilmour Girls.

CL: Hitchen, please do us all a favor and never repeat that again.

Each man stands at the ready to inflict mass quantities of pre-packaged containers of processed pain as they stare at one another with those classic focused eyes of hate. Or maybe it’s just the glare of the overhead lighting mixed with a bad camera angle. Either way the poised position of their body can not be anything but that of caged intent of destruction and pain. Elrick has an iron clutch on his barbed wire steel pipe while Madrox stands across with his long piece of wood. Of course this is a piece of lumber (what sort of wood were you thinking about?) and has a very rusty and unsafe nail protruding from the end.

[align=center]The Ring Noise Bells Make [/align]

And with the opening bell the two men approach one another. Instead of reckless abandon, they instead eye one another with a sense of weary caution. They circle around the ring like a bad 50’s gang movie as they hold their weapons at the ready for attack. Madrox makes the first move as he makes a downward slash at Elrick. The quick cat that Elrick is however enables him to step back away from the shot. This however forces Sean off balance and leaves him prone to the impending crack into his ribcage as Elrick takes the role of Mark McGuire. The shot makes even the bloodthirsty Quebec crowd flinch. And we all know that those crazy Canadians love violence. Hence why there is hockey in the world. However back to the match Elrick seems less concerned with toothless Canadian men on skates and more focused on driving his steel pipe into the body of Sean Madrox. The steely teeth of the barb wire begin to bite and tear at Sean’s supple flesh as blood begins to bead onto the skin. Sean however is still aware enough of his surroundings to stomach the pain and block out the distraction. As Elrick brings down his device of torment, Sean manages to intercept the waiting fangs of the barbwire by blocking the blow with his own instrument. The barbwire claws sink deep into wood of Sean’s plank and stay stuck for a moment despite Elrick’s frantic and ferocious attempts to free his scepter of terror. Sean manages to make a sort of twisting motion that rips Elrick’s grasp away from his weapon. Sean now has in his possession a weapon that appears to be two creatures in some sort of mating ritual. Elrick though is not overcome with shock and be it instinct or simple mind over matter, Elrick quickly wraps up Sean before floating over to send Madrox onto his back with a Sambo Suplex.

JH: Well look at that. One of those fancy dere ‘rasslin moves.

CM: Never, ever do a southern accent again.

CL: I find that more disturbing than the news that you watch the Gilmour Girls.

JH: God damn it that show is good. And Rory is hot.

CM: Isn’t she like 16?

CL: The fact that you know not only characters but pertent life facts about said characters makes me question you as well.

JH: Anyways back to doing our jobs and the match at hand.

The adjoined weapon hybrid has fallen a few paces away from the outstretched hand of Madrox and Elrick goes straight for the weird creation. Placing his foot onto the wooden section of Sean’s weapon, Elrick manages to pull out his steel pipe in a very Excaliburian way. Only out of wood and with a pipe as opposed to a sword. Sean at this point has managed to get to his feet all and thus provoking the ref to begin the five count for Sean to retrieve his weapon. Elrick takes another baseball quality swing but this time aiming for the head of Madrox. To the great disappointment of the crowd Sean is able to duck underneath. Madrox makes a bee-line for his weapon and retrieves it in time for the ref to stop counting. However while this act of self-preservation may have saved the match and kept Sean’s title dreams alive, it also gave Elrick time to target Madrox for an accurate shot. Sean has as much of a chance of avoiding the impact as someone actually finding Ray Romano funny. Unlike in the movies where we can witness blood splattering everywhere, the shot to the forehead is a lot more gruesome and vivid. There are no cutaway shots as we get a clear view of the blood being released from its fleshing prison. Instead of a basic single cut, the barbwire catches into the skin and makes a ripping motion that send dripplets of the crimson liquid streaming down the face of one Sean Madrox. Surely this shot would have kept Sean down for the ten count but that noise we heard earlier sounds again indicting the end of the first round.

[align=center]RING-DING-ALING [/align]

CM: Well what do you know. Either Madrox is really pathetic or Elrick has a pair of stones after all.

CL: No question about it, Sean has got to better than that in the second round or this thing will be over quick.

JH: Still don’t see any shame in the Gilmour Girls…

CM & CL: SHUT UP!

[align=center]ALING-RING-DING [/align]

Elrick turns around at the sound of the bell but in no way was he expecting to have Sean Madrox already looking for a fight let alone to have that rusty nail scrape down the cheek. Elrick flinches down in pain from the long bloody mark that Madrox unleashes and exposes his back. Clearly Madrox wishes to repay Elrick for the bloody scars he received and begins to repay the loan with interest. Sean places the nail onto the shoulder blade of Elrick and sinks it into his muscle before dragging it down his back. The long cut across Elrick’s back begins to ooze with red goodness as Elrick falls forward onto the turnbuckle. Sean picks Elrick up from behind and places him ontop of the turnbuckle. To ensure that Elrick doesn’t fight off or perhaps just because Madrox is a sick bastard, Sean rams the tip of the wooden device into the back of Elrick’s skull. With Elrick in place Sean begins to scale the other side of the ring post until he stands ontop of the turnbuckle. Madrox pulls Elrick up to join him from the pleasant view above the ring and sets him up for a top rope Suplex. However Sean is not satisfied simply suplexing Elrick down to the canvas below, no instead Sean makes full use of the match rules by stabbing the nail protruding from his weapon right into the meaty portion of Elrick’s thigh muscle. Elrick is revived from his state of dissimulation to let out a scream of pain.

CM: YEAH! That is what I am talking about! Hobble that sonofabitch!

JH: Jesus. There is no way you can condone that type of behavior.

CL: What the hell do you think this is? Woman synchronized swimming? This is all part of the biz. Elrick knew what he was getting into.

Using the embedded weapon as a sort of hooked lever, Sean lifts Elrick into the air high above the awaiting canvassed ring below. Elrick has nowhere to go but straight down as Sean throws both Elrick and the still sunk in nailed two by four down to the mat below with a top rope front suplex! Sean jumps down as Logan begins to count to ten. Which is really like counting to forty. Sean places his foot down onto the back of Elrick’s leg so that he can pry out the nail which has deeply inserted itself into Elrick muscular folds. Madrox steps back to allow the ref time and space to count as he orders a faceless member of the crew to give him a bottle of water. Sean begins to pour the combined molecules of Hydrogen and Oxygen over his still bleeding wounds in some sort of effort to cleanse them. Perhaps he is worried about infection, bacteria can be a bitch when swinging around sharp objects intended for disfiguration. The ref is at eight when Elrick finally begins to make a very slowed movement towards standing. He is moving slow and clearly to no one’s great surprise is favoring the wounded right leg where Sean had previously placed his weapon for temporary storage. Elrick makes it up to a vertical base in time to prevent the loss of his title. This of course angers Sean who steps in to fuse the cellular tissue of Elrick’s head with the wooden components of his weapon. Elrick stumbles back into ropes from the collision and seems to be more disoriented as before. However that survival instinct of Elrick kicks in as he begins to swing wildly with his steel pipe. How Elrick managed to keep hold of said weapon is a mystery we will never solve, but hold onto it he indeed did do. Sean easily is able to step back and away from the aimless swings of Elrick and tries to figure out a way to nail the man. However that annoying ringing sound echoes throughout the arena once again halting the action and perhaps buying Elrick a reprieve.

[align=center]QUACK QUACK QUACK…..ERR RATHER A DING DING DING [/align]

CL: Perhaps Sean isn’t as pathetic as you thought.

CM: No, he is. It’s just Elrick is even more pathetic.

JH: What are you talking about? Both these men are fighting their hearts out.

CM: The day I listen to the opinion of a man that watches televised drama intended for dramatically sensitive teenage girls is the day I quit my job.

CL: Great, now we have to hear him try to validate it for the next ten minutes.

[align=center]BADA-BING A RING DING [/align]

Each man has a vise like grip on their weapons as we head into the third and final round. Plasma and blood cells still leak from each man’s various wounds and cuts yet they both seem to be oblivious of what surely has to be immense pain coursing though their aching bodies. Sean swings chest level at Elrick aiming at his torso at the same time Elrick drops down to unleash a blow of his own. This results in Sean’s shot missing its mark and instead connecting with the flat portion of the board to the top of Elrick’s dome right as the barbwire affixes into Sean’s gut. Both men lurch backwards holding their respective points of impact but they take merely a moment to recover before rapidly flowing forward to re-engage in their dance of combat. Elrick twists his wrist in order to slam his pipe of pain into the hardened tissue of Sean’s tricep muscle. Unfortantly for Elrick he imbued the barbed wire into Sean’s non weapon wielding arm allowing Sean to nail a jab like strike with the plank right into the bridge of Elrick’s nose. This of course has its own domino effect as Elrick falls backwards clutching his ruined nose and thus yanking the barbwire in downward motion while still being attached into Sean’s arm. Both men stumble away in pain as we are privy to see that more blood has escaped from each man’s body. One most wonder how many more shots they can take before a transfusion will become mandatory.

JH: How much more can these two men take?

CL: Well no more than another four minutes and twenty eight seconds because that’s all that’s left on the timer.

CM: Ahh screw the time limit. Let one of these idiots kill the other. Then that is one less moron in the back.

JH: That sounds like an ingenious plan. Perhaps we should shot pregnant mothers in order to keep population control. That way we can kill two birds with one stone.

CM: See now you are talking my language.

Both men now are barely able to stand let alone wield a weapon properly. Yet the adrenaline and pride on the line refuses either man to simply stop. Both men raise their weapon up again and like the knight of yore step forward to meet in the middle of battlefield. It would appear that both men are tired of the game or neither has the mental strength to formulate a strategy. They both simply begin to swing at will as they try to absorb the other’s shot. Despite the nobility in their actions, this proves to be a completely retarded idea and both men are once again forced to step backwards away from the scurry. Then it seems there short-term memory fails them both as they search for more pain and punishment. With a sweeping stroke, Sean is able to Tanya Harding Elrick with the side of his weapon into the injured leg. As Elrick fails to the mat he makes one last flailing shot that connects right into the throat of Sean. Both men go down to the what has to be comforting embrace of the canvas. Logan steps between the men and looks at the both writhing in agony on the mat. With a shrug he begins that slow count to ten. Fast forwarding past the boring actual counting we arrive at the magic numeral seven. Both Elrick and Sean are stirring on the mat below as they vainly try to get up. Sean is forced to use his weapon as a sort of crutch like prop as Elrick crawls over towards the ropes. Elrick favors that injured leg as he pulls himself up using the ropes all while Madrox is still trying to keep his weight onto the plank. The count is at nine for those keeping track at home and finally they are both up. Avalanche survivors look better than Elrick and Sean as they stare wide eyed at one another. A smart man would simply try to wait out that last fifty two seconds remaining on the clock but nobody has ever accused Elrick or Sean of being Albert Einsteins. With great effort and pain they get a grip on their weapons as they make their way to the center again with slow strides or in Elrick’s case hobbles. Sean nails Elrick into the gut with the wooden board and Elrick responds in kind with a shot to the shoulder region of Madrox. The two men continue to exchange weary shots until that annoying timekeeper rings the bell. They really need to get a bell that makes a different noise. Logan steps inbetween the two men as they both fall into the corners exhausted.

[align=center]ONE FINAL SERIES OF DINGS [/align]

CM: Lame. Very lame. Both men are able to stand, which means neither one cared enough to try and kill the other.

JH: I think that they did just about everything but.

CM: Yeah yeah, whatever. They both seem to be breathing to me.

JH: And that’s a bad thing?

CL: Maybe in your case.

The two men both look like hell warmed over in a bad microwave. They discard their weapons to the outside of the ring and shake off the cobwebs. They go to stand on either side of the ref as he holds both men’s wrist. There is the inevitable long pause to build up the drama factor for the waiting crowd. Finally the ref raises Elrick’s hand thus declaring him the winner by referee’s decision. Elrick limps to the ropes to get his title as Sean yanks his arm away from the ref and begins to yell at Logan. After an exchange of not children appropriate words, Sean shoves Logan in a fairly rough manner, not mean enough for say a prison riot but more on par with a New Jersey traffic accident. Logan gets that foolish rush of male pride and decides it wise to shove Madrox back in response. This however proves to be more foolish than the XFL as Sean seemingly steps back in response. However we all know what’s coming and sure enough Sean is backing off but merely getting enough room so that he can Superkick Logan’s teeth down into his esophagus and laying him out on his back faster than a date with Paris Hilton. Sean hops out of the ring as Elrick finally turns around with the Fighting Spirit Championship in hand. Elrick shakes his head in disappointment in concern with Sean’s sportsmanship or lack therefore of. Elrick bends down to check on Logan with what appears to be genuine concern. Elrick’s spidey sense seems to go off just in time for him to stand up and turn around. The only problem is this just gives a returning Madrox a clear cut target as he plasters Elrick’s chin with the sole of his boot. Sean bends down screaming at Elrick like a hobo on some good crack before he snatches up the FSC Title Belt. Sean looks at his own reflection in the belt and clearly is pleased at the image staring back at him because he decides to take off with the title leaving Elrick and Logan both search to find their molars in the back of their throats.
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Sun shine lollipops and rainbows everything is wonderful is what I feel when we're together!
Brighter than a lucky penny
when y*u hear the raindr*ps disap*ear* de*r and I fe*l so *ine just *o k*ow t**t yo* are mine!


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

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


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

MA: Ladies and genltemen! The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from the alleys of New York City… he stands at six-foot-eight and weighs in tonight at THREE hundred NINETEEN pounds… CRRRRRRACKERJACK!!!

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


In a sort of sideways fashion, Crackerjack walks down to the ring not removing his gaze from it. Of course, it’s hard to tell with the mask, but it’s safe to assume. Just as Crackerjack reaches up for the ropes, the entire arena goes black for maybe three seconds, five tops. When all lights are back on, Crackerjack stands in the middle of the ring staring back at the entranceway as the song has skipped the second verse and gone into the chorus, still standing in a half sideways manner.

CL: Well, Crackerjack’s ‘bout to fuck some poseurs up.

JH: The former Fighting Spirit Champion and the returning Prince Kashmir are poseurs?

CL: I believe that’s’ what I just implied, yes.

A gong sounds, the arena suddenly goes quiet and smoke pours in onto the stage…

[align=center]I believe in God
I believe in destiny
Not destiny in the sense of all of our exerts being pre-determined
But destiny in the sense of our ability to choose
Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be
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The crowd start to boo as Prince Kashmir enters the arena, walking slowly through the smoke and stands on the stage wearing his long leather trenchcoat and sunglasses. He taunts on the stage, gazing out into the crowd, then idly stretching his arms and shoulder. And then out she comes... Princess, looking stunning in her latest evening dress and causing the male fans to cheer, until she giggles and kisses Kashmir on the cheek.

MA: And now on his way to the ring… from New Delhi, India, weighing in at an amazing 220 pounds, and standing at the princely height of six feet… he is PRINCE KASHMIR!

[align=center]I was born to reign
Point blank
My name to be etched in stone
My destiny pre-ordained
Tryin’ to live righteous
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CL: As the only American I feel I should be defending the country from the likes of this guy… but… eh. *shrugs*

JH: I may be English, but I don’t agree with the way he chooses to get people’s attention. There are much better ways.

CM: Like what? Kissing fan-ass?

Kashmir moves down the ramp quickly, still ignoring the boos of the fans, he then casts off his coat and the end of the ramp and slides into the ring, he gets up on the middle rope in one of the corners and taunts off it, staring into the crowd and pointing at random individuals, he then drops from the rope and takes off his sunglasses, before handing them to a ring monkey. Princess enters the ring, with Kashmir's gentlemanly help. She struts her stuff in the ring as Kashmir stretches while the referee finally forces Princess out. Kashmir then awaits his match.

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.

MA: And entering the ring, from Komachi City, Japan… standing at six-foot-one and weighing in at TWO hundred SIXTY pounds… KIIIIYOSHIIII NAKAAAAAHAAAAATAAAAAA!!!

[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...

[align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align]

Crackerjack starts his match the way Crackerjack ALWAYS starts his matches… by LAMB-BASTING Prince Kashmir in the head with a clothesline!

CL: LARIATTOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

JH: There goes Crackerjack, starting this one with a bang!

Kiyoshi doesn’t waste any time; the warrior leaps toward Crackerjack with a kneel kick that sees the monster stumbling forward and nearly tripping over the fallen Kashmir. Crackerjack turns with a ready backhand, but Kiyoshi predicts it and ducks below the swinging fist, launching a hard palm strike into Crackerjack’s chin.

JH: Getting in a striking contest with Kiyoshi is like getting into bed with a hooker that has a deep voice.

CL: That’s ridiculous, Hitchen. I’ve never seen Chip get in a striking contest with Kiyoshi.

CM: HEY!

Crackerjack falls into the turnbuckle and Kiyoshi moves forward to attack him, but falls backward quickly, taken down with a drop toehold by Prince Kashmir.

CM: YES! Kick some ass Kashmir!

Kashmir rises and nails a soccer kick to Kiyoshi‘s ribs, but not for long as Crackerjack grabs him by the head, pulling him by his Bollywood hair backward and exposing his Adam’s apple. Crackerjack then POUNDS a fist into his throat, knocking him to the mat.

CL: Ha! Kashmir just went down like Hitchen’s mom on Thomas Moore.

JH: OH FOR CHRIST’S SAKE.

Crackerjack picks Kashmir up off the mat once again and heaves him onto his shoulders, powerbomb-style. He steps over Kiyoshi and SLAMS Kashmir into the mat!

JH: SPINE-SHATTERING powerbomb from Crackerjack!

CM: ACK! FUCK YOU, HITCHEN! FUCK YOUUUU!!!

Behind Crackerjack, Kiyoshi rises. He slides down to the mat throwing up a leg between Crackerjack’s legs and pulling him backward into a schoolboy.

JH: Kiyoshi’s going for a pin!

RK drops to count the three…

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!
NO! Crackerjack VAULTS his boots upward and kicks out of the pin.[/align]

CM: Can’t keep a good freak down!

CL: Kiyoshi’s going to have to do more than a little sneak maneuver to take down Crackerjack.

JH: Don’t underestimate the advantage surprise attacks and throwing off one’s equilibrium can do. It’s just creating a chink in Crackerjack’s armor for Kiyoshi to exploit.

Crackerjack and Kiyoshi stare at each other for a space of seconds before Kiyoshi chances the offensive. He charges and takes a short hop into the air with an elbow attack, but Crackerjack quickly throws his upper body downward and SLAMS into Kiyoshi full-force, FLINGING him backward and OVER the ropes, causing the former FSC to spill out to ringside!

CL: THAT isn’t an armor chink! THAT is Crackerjack OWNING ASS.

Kashmir, meanwhile, rises to his feet with the aid of the ropes. He gasps for breath and turns around to see Crackerjack’s gruesome, blood-stained mask staring down at him.

CM: Run, Kashmir, RUN!

CL: Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide… just a place to crawl in and die!

Crackerjack grabs Kashmir by the throat and locks in a tight goozle, SQUEEZING the life out of him to eye-bugging extremes! He swings Kashmir around and LIFTS him into the air before SLAMMING him into the mat with a seated choke slam!

CL: Visions of Nell! Hallucinations are mighty moves, they are!

Crackerjack stands tall above Kashmir, his chest heaving. The fans spark a cheer, though, as Kiyoshi Nakahata has found his feet and charges for Crackerjack! Crackerjack turns JUST in time for Kiyoshi to spring off his knee and DRIVE A PALM INTO THE BRDIGE OF HIS NOSE!!!

JH: SHINING SAMURAI!!! I don’t care HOW big you are, a palm strike to THAT point on your nose will send you down!

CL: Dammit!

Crackerjack does indeed fall backward to the mat, clutching his nose. Nakahata turns to see Kashmir lying prone. He approaches, but the proneness was but a ruse! Kashmir springs into action and NAILS a picture-perfect dropsault!




… or it WOULD be picture-perfect if it had actually… y’know. Hit. Kiyoshi is quick with his capitalization and pulls Kashmir to his feet, Irish whipping him into the ropes. On the rebound, Kiyoshi wraps his arms around Kashmir’s head and locks in a body scissors that drags Kashmir to the mat!

JH: DOJIME SLEEPER! DOJIME SLEEPER!!

Kashmir cries out in pain and grabs for anything resembling ropes, but doesn’t find shit. So he decides tapping out is the best course of action. Richard Kelly signals for the bell, and it rings bellifluously.

[align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align]

MA: Your winner, by submission… KIIIIIYOSHIIIII NAKAAAAAHAAAAATAAAAAA!!!

CL: Well that was gay. Why doesn’t Crackerjack ever get to REALLY murder anyone?

JH: Um… because murder isn’t a legal finish to a match in an FIW ring?

CL: Wait, you’re saying if he DID murder someone, the match would keep going until a pinfall or submission?

JH: What!? NO! I’m saying-- uh oh…

CL: What? Oooo.

We all “oooo” as our attention is turned to the entryway and the end of the walkway. The latter of the two has Kiyoshi standing, looking with burning intensity to the stage. The stage itself supports none other than Onikage!

JH: That’s a stare full of hate if I ever saw one.

CL: Kiyoshi’s stare at Onikage? Or Oni’s stare at Kiyoshi?

JH: I was talking about that look on Chip’s face when he saw Oni. It looks like he’s doing the Crazy Eye from The New Guy.

Onikage shakes his head and looks away from Kiyoshi, to the ring, to Crackerjack. Like a bolt, Crackerjack sits straight up and turns his masked countenance DIRECTLY to face Onikage. The zombie-faced Oni and the blood-faced Crackerjack stare at each other for a moment before Oni simply turns around and leaves the stage.

JH: The Undisputed International Champion making his presence known at the end of this match!

CM: He needs to make his presence known at the county morgue. For something OTHER than raping the corpses.

CL: Wow, that was low even for me. Nice going, Chip.
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JH: The third of four title matches is scheduled next folks.

CL: Which will see Grant Rice take that strap away from the sheep fucker finally.

CM: Yeah, he’s getting far too close to twelve defense for my own personal comfort.

JH: It is a champion verse champion match up, with one half of the Revolution and the reigning FIW Tag Team Champions of the World taking on the FIW Undisputed International Champion.

CL: Like I said, Rice is going to make the Horrorcore legacy proud when he becomes a double champion.

CM: I can’t believe I’m actually rooting for one of these hacks, but even he is better than that freak as champion.

JH: Very few men have held two titles at the same time in Full Intensity Wrestling, in fact, I believe the last two were actually Onikage with the FIW International Championship and FIW Tag Championship. As well as Bill Kuriyama was the very last one with the FIW International Championship and the FIW Extreme Chaos Championship.

CL: I wouldn’t count the sheep fucker, since he vacated the tag belts nearly immediately after winning his other belt.

CM: And Bill was lucky he just got Hutch while he had the stomach flu and Toan when he was suffering from a wicked hang nail.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest shall be the semi-main event of this edition of ReVolt and is set for one fall to a finish. Our general manager has granted the match a thirty minute time limit and the official scheduled for this contest is Mark Jackson. And it is for…the…Full Intensity Wrestling Undisputed International Championship~!


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

[align=center]You Can Hate Me

You Can Hate Me

Hate The Air That I Breathe

Air That I Breathe

Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be

Next Thing To Be

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

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


CL: I’m predicting another great week for my fucking boy, Grant Rice.

CM: Hopefully he can make the freak tap.

JH: Both men are finely tuned in technical abilities and submission experts, it should be an interesting contest.

CL: Their record may be two to one in singles action, but that first encounter Grant won and knocked the mask fucker silly and that’s all that matters.

CM: It would be great if he knocked out the freak again.

JH: We very well could see that gentlemen!


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

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


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

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

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

The shadow within me…
Gonna lead the revival…

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


CM: Yes, boo this man folks, boo this man.

JH: I hear a few cheers amongst those boos surprisingly.

CL: Just a bunch of faggy MySpace Emos who think he’s some how cool.

CM: Ah, more freaks like him then.

JH: He’s put together quite a few successful title defenses since he won the belt and has added prestige and honor to it.

CL: Eventually it’s going to fucking catch up to him, and hopefully tonight is that night.


MA: Introducing first, the challenger, he hails from Kansas City, Missouri and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty eight pounds and stands in at six feet and three inches…He is one half of your reigning FIW Tag Team Champions of the World…HE! IS! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNT RRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE~!!!


FIW’s World Tag Champion raises his single arm into the air, showing off the championship he won at the pay per view as the fans applaud and cheer him.


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


FIW’s Undisputed International Champion pushes up out of the corner and undoes his championship, draping it over his chest as he brings his arms up in a X.


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


Mark Jackson takes both men’s title belts and they are off, circling the ring from one another at a jogging pace, their eyes focused on each other. As they near one another they tentatively extend their hands out to each other and interlock them together. With the knuckle lock applied they plant their feet and start trying to gain the advantage in it. Both men being relatively even in size and strength resulting in neither gaining the immediate advantage.

JH: These two are starting it out with a infamous hold.

CL: A hold that only looks half good, Grant’s half.

CM: You know, some one could construe that as a veiled homosexual comment.

JH: Chip, I fairly doubt that Constance is gay.

CL: Yeah, and you’re one to fucking talk you fucking fairy, I see how limp your wrists are when you pass a clothes store.

CM: Hey now, I’m not homosexual in the slightest, I’m a hundred percent man meat…made for women!

With neither edging the other out Rice decides to take matters into his own hands, throwing out a sloppy low side kick to the ankle. Narrowly the champion dodges the strike gracefully, though it is just what Grant was praying for to happen. Due to losing his complete footing Grant is able to swing the pendulum finally in one of their favors, his. While he is pushing the masked man down and back he unleashes his own strike onto the tag champion, a head butt square to the nose.

CL: Fucking hell, isn’t that shit illegal?!

CM: No, I don’t think so, I’ve seen others use it and I think I’ve even seen others use a flying version.

JH: This is professional wrestling, not mixed martial arts, Constance.

CL: Yeah, well fuck this, there should be one since sheep fucker shouldn’t be allowed to do that.

CM: Agreed, he might get momentum on his side at this rate.

JH: It is any one’s ball game at the moment.

The head butt dazes the Revolution member long enough for the Savior of Sorrow to deliver a second head butt, and then closely after that a third. A mild snap like noise is heard and soon after a small trickle of crimson liquid starts running out of Grant’s nose. Not one to go out without a fight, just as the Straight Edge Artist is looking for number four Rice head butts him right back. Which leaves the masked oddity reeling and allows the tag champ to swiftly hit four more rapid fire head butts to his masked cranium.

CM: Doesn’t that freak know?! You never head butt a man with a ghetto pass turned pro wrestler!

JH: I actually think that’s you never head butt a Samoan, Chip.

CL: That’s just some bullshit myth, Dante got head butted countless times and never once no sold it.

CM: Back in NGIW no doubt, where it was normal to be some misunderstood freak.

JH: I don’t know, I think a few of the wrestlers in NGIW were pretty good, like Grant here.

CL: Fuck right they were, better than half the lot that gets a job now a days here.

Though the mask makes it difficult to completely see, Onikage opens his mouth and displays a slowly staining red from blood gums and teeth. He grits those teeth as he tries to fight back, yet Grant’s foot hold on the knuckle lock up is too strong at the moment. So he does the one thing he can think of he head butts Rice a few more times in succession. When that fails him he gathers up as much of it as he can and spits a combination of saliva and blood, and it splatters all over the tag team champion of the world’s face.

JH: Nothing too honorable about that in my opinion.

CL: Since he knows he is fucked he is obviously trying to claw and scratch to find a way to save his hide.

CM: God, I feel like I’ve taken one of those sleep pills.

JH: Wait a second Conse, why aren’t you freaking out for the blood?

CL: I may like blood but Grant’s nose is hardly bleeding much and I don’t lower myself to mark for Onikage, even his blood.

CM: Why do you become some guy called Mark?

That is certainly not the smartest thing to do to Grant Rice, who starts firing off head butts at an insane pace of speed. Some of them connect with their target; others don’t as the masked oddity manages to get out of harm’s way for a brief moment. Getting him so worked up allows him to start changing the tide of the knuckle lock up however. When Grant goes for more than likely the last head butt the Savior of Sorrow floats him over with the side headlock takedown and locks in the maneuver on the canvas!

CL: Oh fucking joy.

CM: Gah…Making me…so…sleepy…

JH: You have to think both men are going to be weakening their opponents’ respected body parts for their submission finishers. For Onikage that means targeting the neck and the head, and for Grant that means targeting the legs.

CL: No shit Sherlock.

CM: Power…to…stay…awake…slipping…

JH: …I hate you both.

Carefully the champ wrenches back on the submission hold he has locked in, whipping back his long locks out of his masked face as he does so. This reveals a sign of swelling around his left eye, most likely from all of the head butts from Grant. Mean while Rice is piece by piece losing energy while in the hold and thinks take a worse turn yet for the fan favorite. Crimson starts leaking from Grant’s right eyebrow pretty quickly and dripping out onto the mat, starting the makings of a pool of his own blood beneath him.

CM: Hey, when did that happen?

JH: By the look of the wound I’d say that Grant caught Onikage’s mask during one of his head butts and it ripped his flesh.

CL: Fucking wonderful, just what Rice ne…YES! Now that’s what I call fucking blood! Oh happy days!

CM: Least you are happy, I’m pretty bored.

JH: How can you be?! This is classic action that we rarely see elements of in this day and age.

CL: Hitchen actually has a point, and if it leads to Grant winning then it’s all good.

Jackson kneels down and checks on Rice, who is shaking his hand and shaking his head the best he can when the referee asks if he wants to submit. A mild annoyance over comes the champion and he further intensified his grip on the hold to try and slow Grant down even more so. Gradually the Revolution member starts slipping more and more, his body going limper and limper with each passing second. Just when confidence starts to enter the masked oddity’s expression Rice pushes off of the mat, rolling their two bodies over and making a make shift roll up!

JH: Grant’s counter the side headlock into a pin fall situation!

CL: Count ref, count!


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CM: Please don’t let that freak kick out of this!

JH: Catching him by surprise might just be the thing Grant needs to take this one!


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CL: If Grant wins right here…I’ll…I’ll…I’ll fucking kiss Chip!

CM: Ooo, really?! …uh, I mean, hey, I’m no queer eye!


[align=center]THR-NO! KICK OUT![/align]


JH: At the last possible second the champion regroups!

CL: Buddha fucking damn it! So close!

Once it is over the two both scramble up to their feet, the Savior of Sorrow a little quicker than his counter part, but that doesn’t really matter. Since Grant swings out his legs and uses them to sweep the champ’s legs right out from under him, bringing him back down. In the blink of an eye he snatches up one of the masked oddity’s legs and twists it, similar to a cravat’s positioning but on the ankle instead of the neck. Further adding intensity to Onikage’s groans of agony is when Rice start head butting his ankle as he still has this quasi-hold locked in!

CL: That’s fucking right! Cut that mother fucker down to size Rice!

CM: Bah! More submission and technical mumbo jumbo!

JH: It is an interesting method in how Grant is applying pressure, not like his finisher, but not completely different either.

CL: I can only hope that he by accident snaps the fucker’s leg right now and they force him to forfeit the title, giving it to Grant by default.

CM: The only bright side to this crap now is that Onikage’s in pain.

JH: It certainly looks like Grant may have his number.

Ruthless is the tag champ as he twists the make shift hold and continues to repeatedly head butt any exposed part of the ankle he can reach with it. FIW’s international champion claws at the canvas out of the sheer agony he is suffering at this very moment, trying to move the two of them. Unfortunately for him, Grant’s balanced and planted fairly well to his spot and thus making it near impossible to move him from it at the current time. Mark Jackson kneels down in front of the Straight Edge Artist and asks him if he wants to submit, a wave of leather, flesh and hair goes from side to side as he shakes his head.

CM: Some body put a bullet in my head.

JH: If this lasts for a few more moments all Grant might have to do is just change the hold to the Straight Mizery and it’ll be over.

CL: I can only hope and pray to every deity that I know of that happens here tonight.

CM: I’m getting to the point where I’d be happy with even the freak retaining if it meant that we got away from this boring stuff.

JH: I don’t know what you are talking about, this is fantastic action!

CL: That it is, and with a bleeding nose and eyebrow Rice is taking the belt home baby!

Seeing that victory might be ripe for the picking soon, Grant Rice continues to apply pressure to the hold he is using to set up for the Straight Mizery. Eventually the masked oddity fights through the agony enough that he manages to come up with a game plan, and kicks Rice in the face. As soon as he let’s go the Savior of Sorrow rolls away and rolls out under the ropes and onto the apron, using them to help him back up on it. Wasting no time to let him catch his breath, Grant storms over to the ropes only to get a shoulder to the gut and then the champ launches himself over the top rope with a sunset flip!

JH: These men have brutalized each other and now Onikage’s looking for the quick victory!

CL: Fucking cheap ass fucking bastard!


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CM: Thank you Onikage! Thank you! Oh god, thank you!

JH: …That’s a first.


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CL: You fucking piece of shit traitor! Going against the cause!

CM: What?! He saved me from more minutes of that boring crap, he’s still a freak though!


[align=center]THR-NO! KICK OUT![/align]


JH: Wow, that was a close one folks!

CL: About as close as Grant’s pin fall attempt, though not quite, proving why Grant is the man and Onikage is the sheep fucker.

Frantic would be a good word to describe how Grant is acting and looking when he kicks out of the roll up and gets to his feet, stomping the champ on the head to stop him. After subduing him Rice stomps on the leg he’s been working over a few times before grabbing a hold of it. He drags the Savior of Sorrow by his leg over to the corner and over towards the ropes, he drops down and slips out under the bottom ropes. Slowly he brings the Straight Edge Artist’s leg up and slams it down against the apron viciously and causing Onikage to scream out.

CL: Yes! Fucking shatter that leg!

CM: What he said! Now this is my kind of action!

JH: Good lord! I know Grant wants to win, but he shouldn’t try to at the expense of crippling Onikage!

CL: Hey, if that sheep fucker was in Grant’s position he’d do far worse than this.

CM: Yeah, he wanted the same title so bad the first time he won it he injuried Elrick.

JH: I guess, but Rice should have more sense and honor than this! I guess old habits and all of that bloody jazz.

Much to the delight of the Canadian fans he whacks the masked oddity’s leg into the hard apron for a second time and for a second time it causes a whiplash effect. As the champion tries to grab a hold of his damaged leg a sinister look crosses the Revolution member’s face. He points towards the solid steel ring post and the fans erupt into cheers, knowing where he is going with this one. Dragging Onikage over a bit by his leg he pauses to set him up perfectly to throw him leg first into the ring post as Mark protests him doing it.

CM: Yes! Do it! Do it!

JH: No! Don’t do it Grant! You are better than this!

CL: Fuck Hitchen, break that mother fucker’s fucking leg Grant, you fucking hear me?! Break that fucking leg! Send that sheep fucker home in a wheel chair!

CM: A wheel chair?! Yes! I can only hope it will be that serious!

JH: You two are disgusting!

CL: I want to hear his leg snap like a twig!

Confident that he has this in the bag, Grant plays up to the crowd a bit of whether he will do it or not and they eat it up, wanting to see it even more so. Steadily Rice rears back the leg, getting it ready to thrust into the steel, only for the masked man to yank on it! The sudden jerk sends the tag champ skull first into the ring post, and he doesn’t let go of the leg still! Viciously the champion keeps throwing Grant forehead first into the steel ring post, trying to get his leg free from the grasp of his challenger!

JH: Oh my goodness! The sickening thud that is ringing out every time flesh and bone meets steel is disturbing!

CL: Fuck! I didn’t fucking want this!

CM: Eh, I can’t complain completely.

JH: Some might call this karma but no man should have his head rammed into steel like that!

CL: That is solid steel too, that shit doesn’t have any give!

CM: It’s like whack a mole…holy crap! Look at that thing!

A massive lump has formed on the side of Rice’s forehead from the series of head shots to the steel ring post he has taken in the past few minutes. A few front row fans gasp in horror at the sight of the lump as Grant staggers a bit, looking out on his feet as he let’s go of Onikage’s leg finally. The masked oddity grabs a hold of him and pulls him through the ropes and back into the ring as Jackson tries to check on the tag champ. Though, he doesn’t get a whole lot of time to as Onikage rolls the Revolution member up into a small package roll up.

CL: Fuck! Grant might be out fucking cold!

CM: That thing is huge! It’s like another small head growing out of his!


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JH: It is hard to even look at Grant it is so disturbing!

CL: This is fucking bullshit!


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CM: I wonder if it’ll have eyes and a mouth, and Grant’ll have to name it Grant Lice.

JH: This is a damn mercy killing.


[align=center]3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
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CL: Fuck! Fuck Onikage, fuck Mark Jackson, and fuck that ring post!

CM: …The first two I understand how, but how could you fuck a ring post?


MA: Your winner by pin fall and still FIW Undisputed International Champion…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


”Simple Survival” starts playing over the arena’s sound system as the masked oddity releases the small package roll up and falls down onto his butt. Mark Jackson raises his arm in victory and hands him back his title belt as he gets Grant’s too. He places it beside Grant as he checks on him, EMTs and FIW officials, Nightmare and Elrick all rushing out to check on him. As the fans applaud Grant Rice’s hard effort and he is treated Onikage slips out of the ring, placing the UIC over his shoulder as he heads to the back.
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JH: OK, folks… our next contest is sure to be, as Gorilla Monsoon used to say, a barn burner.

CL: …a what?

CM: Monsoon is lucky that the NSPCA doesn’t nab him for molesting those poor farmyard animals!

JH: I don’t quite think that’s what he meant-

CM: Silence! We’ll have no more of this distasteful banter, you understand? This is a family show… sorta.

JH: Uh, OK… nevertheless our next contest will be a Title Match between the Dual Crown Champion, Xtreme Kitten against his challenger, the Indian of Mass Destruction, Maj Tahal in what should be a… fantastic contest between two great athletes.

Michael Anderson takes centre stage with the house microphone in the centre of the ring…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen… are you ready for more straight-up wrestling action?

The Quebec crowd give a nice roar of approval as Michael Anderson starts to read from his cue cards…

MA: The following contest is scheduled for a thirty minute time limit… your referee is Tony Clarke.

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

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

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

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

CM: Oh, this is a dream match for me!

JH: Well, I can understand that… both combatants are truly excellent wrestlers in their own right and have been reputed for-

CM: I don’t care about that crap! Look, we’ve got Lucy at ringside and in a minute, you’ll see at Maj’s side the other reason why this is going to be so awesome.

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: 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.

Michael Anderson then takes centre stage once again…

MA: The following contest is for the Dual Crown Championship and is scheduled for one fall… may I introduce to you in the red corner… he hails from Bombay, India… he weighed in this morning at two-hundred and forty pounds… he is… MAJJJJJJJ TAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!!!

Maj salutes the crowd who promptly boo him for being such a nasty piece of Indian pitta bread stick… don’t ask.

MA: And his opponent in the blue corner… hailing from Shoal Bay, New South Wales, Australia… weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds… he is your reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion… XTREEEEEEEEEEEEME KITTEN!!!

XK gets a somewhat better response for being such an piece of Aussie cat nip… again, don’t ask.

CL: Right… half-way there…

JH: What?

CL: Nothing, nothing… just a little inside joke, that’s all.

CM: *whispering* You think he’s sniffing those weird lotions again?

CL: Uh, you do know that the mike amplifies what you’re saying so that we can hear it in this crowd?

CM: Oh, bas-


SMACK!!


No, that wasn’t the sound of Conse cracking Chip across the face… it was actually back to live action where XK and Maj were face to face and the Bombay native slapped the masked Australian wrestler across the face.

XK response in kind with one of his own, much to the surprise of the IMD… Maj gives Xtreme Kitten a hard kick to the side of the leg, XK responds in kind with a Mury Thai roundhouse kick to the side of the knee that hobbles the challenger somewhat…

Kitten takes a short and sharp knifehand chop across the chest by Maj who response by giving a receipt that has Maj reeling from the shot!

JH: A striking game is not something you want to get into with Xtreme Kitten… very few people can take and throw the kind of strikes that he has in his arsenal.

Maj turns around to quickly duck a high roundhouse kick aimed straight at his head by Xtreme Kitten and clamps on a side headlock on his taller adversary. Immediately, XK shoots Maj off to the ropes who comes back with a shoulder tackle… but XK’s weight advantage over Maj shows as Maj gets knocked down by XK’s bulking mass.

XK gets a head of steam off the ropes but Maj slides over in an attempt to trip up the Dual Crown Champion but XK hops over and continues with his head of steam to propel himself off the other ropes as the Indian of Mass Descruction gets to his feet and leaps up in time to hop right over XK.

As he turns around XK comes in to get stopped by Maj putting his hand up in a quite humorous “Talk To The Hand” motion, telling him to stop and pointing down near XK’s feet…

Maj: You dropped your gay card!

Xtreme Kitten, in vintage Anime fashion, turns to the audience with the general “WTF?!?” expression on his face behind the cat-like mask over his face before just swinging the Uraken backfist at Maj who promptly ducks and takes XK down with a Russian Leg Sweep into a quick cross-press.


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Two and a kickout!
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JH: A rather… unorthodox method of getting a Russian Leg Sweep in but it worked nevertheless.

CL: Yes, the wonders of wrestling are as astounding as the wonders of the universe sometimes…

CM: …that’s very poetic of you, Conse.

CL: Oh… sod off, you metrosexual twat.

Maj expresses a puzzled glance and flips two fingers at Tony Clarke… not like the two fingered salute but more as if confirming what the referee said the count was as he brings XK back up to his feet in the front facelock.

XK then springs to life and pushes Maj to the ropes to avoid any potential moves done by the Dual Crown Champion… Tony Clarke gets between the two to break it up, XK slowly does so before pushing Maj lightly on his chest like so many do with the clean break.

The IMD immediately turns to Referee Tony Clarke to complain about a handful of tights, a hair-pull and a chokehold on him… all at the same time.

Clarke looks baffled at Maj before inquiring about the shove which Maj nods motioning that Kitten didn’t break clean and should be DQed, suspended, fired, neutered and all that jazz.

JH: What in God’s name is going on here?

Maj then physically demonstrates to Tony Clarke what the shove was like… though it’s blatantly obvious he is blowing it out of proportions. Clarke turns to Xtreme Kitten and explains Maj’s case about the handful of tights, the hair-pull, the chokehold, the pepper-spray in the eyes, the sledgehammer he tried to sodomize him with and everything else before demonstrating what Maj said he did on XK.

XK just shakes his head and responds by repeating the clean break motion on Clarke… getting a nod of affirmation from the official.

CM: Shove-fest 2007, ladies and gentlemen!

Maj walks out of the ropes, dusting off his arms and adjusting his wrist tape before motioning for XK to tie up in the middle of the ring… XK goes in, feinting a few front kicks before Maj shoots in with a waistlock and converts to a side headlock.

But just like last time he tried this he gets shot off to the ropes by Xtreme Kitten who drops down to the mat, Maj just barely hopping over his opponent to prevent himself from being tripped over, XK then gets back up to his feet and slams Maj down on the canvas with a hellacious-

JH: SPINE-

CL: -SHATTERING!!!

CM: Agh! I HATE YOU KURT ROYAL!!! GODDAMN YOU TO HELL!!

-Spinebuster before floating into a cover!


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Maj immediately after kicking out rolls to the outside to shake off the effects of the devastating power move from his Australian opponent… Lucy cheers on XK at ringside as The General offers his advice for the IMD as he clutches at his back lightly.

Tony Clarke orders Maj to get back in the ring though he takes his sweet time enough to force Clarke to start the count-out…


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Maj dusts off his shoulders as he slides back in the ring, having given himself a brief time-out to clear his thoughts…

Maj and XK circle around one another before Maj motions that he’s ready to tie up once again… XK comes in, Maj shoots for the legs with a double leg takedown in a quick amateur-style takedown before converting straight into a grounded side headlock on his bigger adversary.

Maj smirks proudly as XK struggles to escape the hold, turning over onto his stomach as Maj continues to crank on the hold before XK drags himself and Maj back to a vertical base and shoots him off, all the while Maj expresses the look of “Oh, fuck! Not again!”

However, being quick on the uptake Maj returns from being thrown against the ropes to quickly grab the left wrist of Xtreme Kitten and shift the momentum of being thrown against the ropes back onto XK who comes off the ropes and gets gouged in the eye by Maj Tahal.

CM: Trade equaliser!

Tony Clarke is quick to admonish Maj for his actions though Maj protests his innocence by stating that Xtreme Kitten just walked into his finger and promptly demonstrates what he didn’t do on Xtreme Kitten again on his other good eye to prove his point.

Maj sizes up Xtreme Kitten and kicks him right in the back of his head with a slightly crooked roundhouse that knocks the Undisputed International Champion down on the mat on all fours…

Maj delivers a series of stomps to the back of the head, forcing XK to roll over onto his back to avoid his nose getting broken from a stomp though it gives Maj the opportunity to walk over XK… literally before kneeling down to pose arrogantly to the fans in attendance as well as place a foot over the throat of his opponent out of referee Tony Clarke’s view whilst distracting him by asking how his epidermis looks…

JH: What a sneaky… Indian.

CM: Nice!

CL: Eh, it doesn’t have the same right to it…

Eventually, Tony Clarke sees threw Maj’s façade and starts the five-count for him to break it up… Maj takes ALL of that five count and stands up to scrape his boot across the face of Xtreme Kitten, all the whilst protesting his innocence to Tony Clarke who warns him about his un-sportsman-like conduct.

XK, rolls back onto on fours to favour his throat… inadvertently leaving Maj plenty of time to stand on Xtreme Kitten’s back and execute a picture-perfect moonsault dead on the back!

CM: Whoo! Moonsault hits it’s mark!

CL: Ugh… as much as I hate Kitten I utterly can’t stand Maj’s flippy-flip-flip-shit…

Maj rolls Kitten back onto… well, his back before making the cover, no legs being hooked.


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JH: With a lazy cover like that it’s unlikely that Maj would ever score a pinfall over Xtreme Kitten.

Maj, however, doesn’t take this into perspective and decides to pick him back up before Irish whipping him into the corner turnbuckle, takes a running start and nails Xtreme Kitten with a Running Leg Lariat smacking him straight across the face!

The IMD rolls out of the corner as Xtreme Kitten staggers out straight into a boot to the gut by Maj Tahal who hooks both of Kitten’s arms behind Kitten’s back and throws him over with a Butterfly Suplex into a bridge!


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Yep, you read that right… Maj just got back onto his feet and drags XK back up with him before throwing him over with another Butterfly Suplex into the bridge!


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Yet again… Maj lifts XK back up to a vertical base, still in the butterfly stretch before just throwing Xtreme Kitten over his head for a third and final time… without going for the bridge this time.

Maj gets back up and stands on the middle rope, saluting and bowing majestically to the capacity Virginia crowd who are none too happy of him.

CL: Fucking awesome suplex combination!

JH: A locomotion series of Double Underhook Suplexes.

CM: Yes, indeedy-do!

CL: Ugh?!?

Maj hops down off the middle rope and casually saunters over to the carcass of Xtreme Kitten and places one boot on his chest in an unbelievably arrogant cover.


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XK gets back up to a vertical base, still holding onto the foot of Maj Tahal who is starting to hop around to keep himself on balance! Xtreme Kitten swings Maj around before hooking him up, lifting and dropping him tailbone first on his knee with an Atomic Drop!

Maj stumbles around feeling his coccyx…

CM: What a dirty, dirty bastard!

That’s the medical name for the tailbone…

CM: Oh… right…

CL: *to Hitchen* He’s talking to himself again…

JH: Hmmm… strain of the job, perhaps.

Uh… back to live action… Maj turns around, hooked up by the legs, lifted up and Maj gets dropped right on his… you know…

CM: Coccyx?

JH: *gasps* Don’t be so foul! This is a family show… sorta.

…with an Inverted Atomic Drop leaving him hopping mad and feeling his plans for the evening will be less promising than they originally were intended to be. Xtreme Kitten gets a head of steam off the ring ropes and takes the Dual Crown Champion down with a Kawada-style Roundhouse Dropkick which sends Maj onto Dream Street.

He stumbles forwards on rubbery legs before flopping over, Ric Flair-style onto his face… getting a nice pop from the crowd even though we’re far from North Carolina.

Kitten goes into the cover!


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JH: A kickout by the Dual Crown champion!

Kitten picks Maj back to his feet, sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip before boosting Maj up for a Flapjack but the IMD manages to shift the momentum in midair so he lands feet first behind the Dual Crown Champion, rolling forwards to keep his momentum going as he rebounds off the ropes for XK to turn right into a Crucifix pin… No!

Xtreme Kitten holds on, not wanting to be pinned as Maj desperately attempts to pull Kitten down into a pinning predicament!

Maj then attempts to pull and undo at the mask which provides enough a distraction for Maj to yank Xtreme Kitten backwards into the-

JH: CRUCIFIX!!!

XK flops over onto his stomach from taking the move as Maj staggers to get back to his feet and attempt a cover though it’s evident he’s still feeling the effects of the Gamengiri kick from earlier on and stumbles on rubbery legs to get up as XK begins to stir himself.

Maj finally manages to get to a vertical base and stay upright without the use of a crutch though XK has gotten up at exactly the same time and delivers a heavy forearm smash to the jaw of the Louisiana native!

Maj response in kind with one of his own! XK with a chop! Maj with his own!

CL: Agh, more Royal Roses finishes…

CM: ODOU-STYLAH!!!

Maj fires a punch but XK evidently has the same idea and they both smack each other across the face! Maj goes for a face slap but XK has the same idea and the spit from both their mouths going flying!

Maj with an eye poke… same result by XK…

Maj fires up before getting a running start and coming in with a Yakuza Kick but Xtreme Kitten gets one of his own up and both their feet smack dead in the face of each other!!!


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CM: Holy shit indeed.

CL: Kawada and Taue would never have thought of that.

JH: Both men are down! Tony Clarke is starting the knock-out count!


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Maj and Xtreme Kitten star to stir…





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Maj and Xtreme Kitten start to get back up to their feet…





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The General jumps on the apron, yelling for Maj to get on his feet!!!










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JH: The match continues!!

CM: Yeah, but look!

As Tony Clarke orders that The General get down off the apron which The General generally provides himself to be an adequate distraction for Maj to stagger back and pick up Kitten’s own chain…

CL: If Maj fucks up Kitten’s skull from this, I’m marking right here and now…

Maj comes in with a home run swing straight for Xtreme Kitten’s head and bashes him straight in the side of the head, knocking him threw the ropes and to the outside…

The IMD disposes of the chain before pretending to be hurt, kneeling down at the ropes as Tony Clarke turns his attention to Xtreme Kitten laid out on the outside of the ring with Lucy attempting to get him conscious again.

Tony Clark starts the count-out…


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JH: Kitten failed to beat the count!

Maj Tahal raises his arms up in victory as the announcement is made official…

MA: Here is your winner as of the result of a count-out… MAJ TAAAAAAAAAAHAL!! But as titles cannot change hands on a count-out… your Dual Crown Champion is still Xtreme Kitten!!

The General looks astonished at the outcome as Kitten shakes the cobwebs on the outside as Lucy attempts to help him up, stumbling to maintain his balance even under her guidance…

CM: Darn it! Maj should’ve wo-WHOA!

Out of nowhere Prime blasts Xtreme Kitten from behind with a steel chain wrapped lariat! Lucy tries to stop him from getting any closer or harming her man again but the Evolution of Evil pie faces Lucy away, sending her crashing into the barricade. Maj Tahal and the General look between each other, shrug, and to a chorus of jeers exit the ring and walk away from the scene. This leaves Prime all the time he needs to slug Kitten right across the face with his chain wrapped fist as the champ tries to get up!

JH: It’s Prime! It’s Prime! It’s Prime!

CL: What the fuck is he doing out here?!

A deranged look is on Prime’s face as he scoops XK up, holding him in his arms like he was a small child and barrels forward. In mid-run he launches the Dual Crown Champion masked face first into the barricade to a sickening thud! The Evolution of Evil saunters over as the front row fans flip him off and throw various curses at him for such actions. He just roughly pulls the dazed XK back up and drives another steel wrapped fist into XK’s skull.

CM: Ha! That’s the way to teach that freak a lesson!

JH: Kitten just got done wrestling a match and was just assaulted illegally by Maj not ten seconds ago! Like a damn vulture Prime swoops in and picks up the remains!

Once again Lucy makes a valiant effort along with a few security guards to stop the big man, he simply shrugs them off and back hands Lucy. Mockingly he pulls Kitten back up to his feet and slaps him in the masked face a few times before throwing him into the ring. Clarke gets right in Prime’s face as soon as he enters the ring and the Evolution of Evil nails the senior official, sending him flying across the ring! Slowly he unravels the steel chain that is around his hand and bends over, wrapping it around XK’s throat…

CL: That bastard is going to fucking choke him!

CM: I don’t think so…

Instead Chip may be right, Prime yanks on the chain until XK unwillingly gets back up to his feet. Vainly he tries to throw a few weak and spaghetti armed elbow strikes that merely bounce off of Prime. The big man barrels towards the ropes with Kitten and throws him right over the top rope, holding onto the chain! Xtreme Kitten’s hands instinctively go around the chain that is around his throat as his legs dangle in the air!

JH: He’s hanging him! This is down right barbaric!

CL: This is no fucking way to treat a Dual Crown Champion! Prime’s gone loco batshit!

Prime yells out “Die!” over and over again till his voice starts going hoarse on him as Kitten gasps and gags for air to breath. A horrified gasp fills the arena when blood bursts out from XK’s mouth in a coughing like reflex and his body starts to go limp. Security and EMTs, and officials all run out from the back and flock towards the ringside area. A few of the EMTs checking on Lucy as the rest circle the ring, Prime’s eyes darting about him in a unstable fashion.

CM: This is great!

JH: Great?! Great?!? This is deplorable and down right inhuman!

CL: Fuck! We’re all out of time this week folks! You’ll have to wait and see next week how this all unfolds! For Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance Loire, we’ll see you next week on ReVolt…you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!

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