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ReVolt; 04-11-07
Topic Started: Apr 12 2007, 03:31 AM (363 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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[align=center]Short Results: Larista versus Liam Mortell versus Shaun Wilson

Winner:
Liam Mortell[/align]

Sugar ray daddy.
The camera cuts backstage in the Belle Centre, which just so happens to be in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. No sign of the Ambassador of Quebec, but in the far reaches of the screen, we see a somewhat familiar face. And by face, I mean it literally and figuratively for, donned in a red-and-yellow checked t-shirt and a pair of jeans is 'The KoopaManiac', Ash Koopa. With his right side facing the screen, Ash appears to be talking to someone out of view, before he turns and spots the camera, prompting a sparkle in his eye.

Ash: "A camera!"

With a grin on his face, Ash begins moving toward the camera with an obvious limp in his left leg. In a blind panic, the cameraman turns left, finding a wall, then goes right, finding another wall. As he looks straight ahead, Ash's face comes in to focus, causing distress to many.

Ash: "Hey yo, 'Maniacs. I'm Ash Koopa, your KoopaManiac, and if you vote for me, I'll ensure that everyone gets a box of Ash-brand cookies, each of which come with my face imprinted on them. And, if you find the rare chocolate-chip cookie, I'll invite you to my cookie factory, where you'll be able to see my Oompa-Loompas, Grunka-Lunkas and Chumba-Wumbas. I guarantee you'll be singing when you're winning, 'Maniacs."

That said, Ash breaks into his emergency supply kit and pulls out a thumbs up.

Ash: "Speaking of winning, I didn't exactly do that last week.."

Looking slightly sheepish, Ash glances at the floor and quickly tries to gather his wits.

Ash: "My first defeat here in Full Intensity Wrestling, and not only did I let myself down, but I also let down my partner, El Lumberjacko. We may not be an official tag team, with a name, matching out-fits and a speciality move, but we're watching each other’s back and we're responsible for one another. My loss was unfortunate, but somewhat unavoidable due to the wondrous chair shot to my left leg. It’s unfortunate the referee didn't see it to call for a disqualification, as it would've been bitter sweet to pick up the victory, even at the cost of my health. But no, I went down and bit the dust. For that, I apologise to the 'Maniacs and 'Jacko."

In a bid to finally accept the situation, Ash takes a deep breath, then looks beyond the camera, before focusing back on his target audience, which consists of pretty much everyone.

Ash: "Really, I'm not fussed. Sure, it was the knee that's been giving me grief for years, but I've worked with injuries before. And I may not be working tonight, but El Lumberjacko is and he is one talented jam of jar, brother. He can get the job done by himself, and when I say job, I mean the right sort. El Lumberjacko is going to cut Steve Patterson down to size, and then take out Grant Rice. If the Champs take notice of the team with no name, we're sorted for a title shot, whether they want to give it away or not."

A sly grin breaks on Ash's face.

Ash: "I may not be in the ring actively tonight, but I'll be channelling the power of KoopaMania to El Lumberjacko. And I hope that, when the bell rings, all of you KoopaManiacs will join me in touching your television screens to urge 'Jacko to victory. It'll either help him, or melt your spoons, according to Uri Geller and he's a man I trust.."

Giving a seemingly blank expression, Ash glances around, then grins to the camera. Still lost, Ash simply waves and walks off. In confusion, the cameraman looks around the area, but Ash is nowhere to be found and, as a result, he shuts off the camera, bringing the scene to an end.
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The house lights dim and slowly a set of frosted glass doors are lowered over the wrestlers entrance as a tuxedo clad man makes his way onto the concrete stage with microphone in hand. Suddenly bright white lights kick up behind the doors only to reveal the man on the stage further. He pulls the microphone to his lips as Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva begins to play over the PA system. The man begins to speak over the opening lyrics of the song.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center]Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen
[/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 contest is scheduled for ONE fall! 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.

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.

CL: Kill me. Kill me or kill him. These are your choices.

JH: Is… is that a revolver!?

CL: Just… make it fast. And not in the face.

JH: I’m not shooting anyone! What the hell!?

CM: Aw, why not? We could be rid of Conse once and for all!

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.

MA: And his opponent… from Milan, Illinois… THE LOOOOOOON TWOOOO POINT… FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!

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.

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: And their opponent! 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.

A panic-stricken, pale-looking Phyllis Bathory suddenly leaps the barricade and slides into the ring, looking around nervously.

CM: What the hell is he doing out here?

JH: Well, he’s scheduled for a match.

CM: Yeah, but why’s he sneaking in here like Solid Snake?

CL: Scared of Loon, maybe? I know I would be.

[align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING![/align]

Phyllis sees his snackmate Loon and almost immediately leaps on top of him. Loon “ACK”s and… well, gets leapt upon as Azazel makes for Ethan Adams. He NAILS him in the side of the head with a spinning elbow smash! Adams stumbles and holds his head.

JH: Ethan Adams needs to check himself.

CM: Before he wrecks himself?

CL: I think Azazel’s gonna be the one doing the wrecking.

Loon manages to shrug Phyllis off before he can do any more damage and roll away out of the ring.

JH: Loon’s getting out of dodge! Smart move!

CM: Why? Bathory’s so skittish he’d just run off if Loon jumped and went “roar scary monsters” or something.

Loon takes a breather, assessing the situation while Phyllis decides Ethan Adams would make just as good a snack. Azazel recoils a bit as Phyllis knocks Adams on his ass, but the Demon Prince just shrugs and smirks, watching the scuffle.

CL: Ahhh, wise strategy there, by Azazel. Let your opponents take each OTHER apart, then eat whatever’s left.

JH: Eat?

CL: Yes. SOOUUUUUUULS!

CM: Oy vey…

Loon smirks and creeps up behind Azazel, hopping up on the apron and grabbing him by the hair, JAMMING the back of his neck down across the top rope!

CL: DAMN YOU 2.5!

Loon steps through the ropes and throws a toe kick Azazel’s way, but Azazel catches it, swerves around and sweeps Loon’s other foot out from under him. Azazel drops and swings his legs around something like a breakdance before JAMMING one of them down across Loon’s throat!

CL: Ad Captandum Vulgus!

CM: Do you EVEN know what that means?

CL: It means Azazels’ winning, nutbag.

Ethan and Phyllis suddenly roll to the outside, crashing into the mats. Phyllis gets a few fangs into Ethan’s shoulder!

JH: Oh what the HELL!?

Azazel draws Loon to standing and catches him in a uranage before backflipping and SLAMMING him into the canvas!

CL: EX NIHILO!!!

He slides into a pin, which The Truth drops to count.

[align=center]ONE![/align]

A red flower is laying on the mat where his hand touched down.

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

… aaaaand now a pink one.

[align=center]THREE!!![/align]

A blue flower is the last flower and the bell rings.

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

MA: Your winner, by pinfall… AAAAAZAAAAAYYYYZEEEELLLLLL!!!

As the bell sounds, Belial takes it as his cue. He charges toward Phyllis and Ethan, tearing them apart. Phyllis scrambles away from his grasp and hops the guardrail, pointing at Belial and screaming “YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!”

CM: … kay.

He dashes through the crowd, swerving when he nears a security guard to disappear back from whence he came. Belial decides Ethan’s body is good enough to mutilate, so he holds him high, SWEEPS him backward and TOSSES him in a wreck into the turnbuckle!

JH: GOOD LORD! Belial just MANHANDLED Ethan Adams!

CL: That’s the fuckin’ power of a freakin’ demon, Hitchen!

The lights flicker suddenly, then bloom from darkness to dimness and overbright.

CM: What the hell… ?

Azazel lays his hands upon either side of Loon’s cranium.

Azazel: Totus… vestri… animus… es… mei! Totus vestri animus es mei! TOTUS VESTRI ANIMUS ES MEI!

He throws his head back, screaming his chant to the rafters!

Azazel: TOTUS VESTRI ANIMUS ES MEI! TOTUS VESTRI ANIMUS ES MEI! TOTUS VESTRI ANIMUS ES MEI!

Loon’s body starts convulsing and Azazel almost vibrates with the energy. The lights flash on and off, flickering through every color they can before cutting completely.

JH: What the hell is going on!?

The lights rise and Azazel, Loon, and Belial are gone, leaving only Ethan Adams moaning in pain at ringside.

CL: Oooooo, spooky.
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JH: Next up, we have three men representing there respective teams.

CM: So we have the best of tag-team division soon in the ring?

JH: Yes, Chip.

CL: Grant’s the only one I’d even consider to have a ounce of talent.

CM: That’s cause you’re a NGIW whore, shame ANE wasn’t here to whoop there asses.

Everything fades to black as the piano opening of Alkaline Trio’s “Time to Waste” echo within the arena. When the chugging guitars break in, two small pyro explosions pop on either side of the entryway. Strobe lights flicker as Steve appears, wearing his Broken Heart t-shirt and looking miserable.

MA: The following match is a three way elimination match! First hailing from Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at two hundred pounds and standing at six foot one inches… STTTEEEEEEEEEVVE PPAAAATTERSOOOONNNNNN!!!

He glances at the audience, shaking his head in general disgust as his lips snarl. With gritty determination, he begins to move slowly toward the ring, his facial expression tightening as he comes nearer. By the time he reaches the ring he looks like a time bomb ready to explode. Sliding under the bottom rope, he goes to his corner and loosens up, rubbing his wrists and rolling his neck. The dogged look on his face never goes away however.

CL: Man he needs something, he looks as miserable as when Chip sees one of his nails has broke.

JH: Nobody‘s THAT miserable.

CM: Shut up!

"The Lumberjack" by Jackyl hits the PA system and the crowd rise to life with cheers. In anticipation awaiting their hero's entrance, the fans begin to pound on the guard rails and chant loudly. As the crowd comes to a fever pitch, El Lumberjacko runs out from the backstage area and stops midway down the ramp.

MA: His opponent, hailing from Maple Syrup, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, standing at five feet eleven inches… ELLLLLLL LLLLUMMMBBBERRRRRJACCCKKKKKKKKOOOO!!!!

He thrusts both arms into the air to a positive response from the fans, before sprinting the rest of the way down the ramp. As he reaches the ring he slides under the bottom rope and quickly makes it back to his feet. He mounts the closest turnbuckle nearest him and thrusts both arms into the air again, receiving the same positive reaction from the crowd. El Lumberjacko jumps down and proceeds to chase the ring announcer around with an imaginary chainsaw as his entrance music dies down.

JH: Now here’s some talent.

CM: Definitely!

JH: Huh?!

CM: Those women in the third row.

CL: He meant El Lumber… whatever his name is.

From the arena P.A. system arises Grant Rice’s music. The bass thumps through the arena’s sound system as we await Grant.
[align=center]You Can Hate Me

You Can Hate Me

Hate The Air That I Breathe

Air That I Breathe

Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be

Next Thing To Be

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

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

MA: And the final competitor! Hailing from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds and standing at six foot three inches… GGGGRRRRRAAAANNTTTTTTT RRRRIIICCCEEEE!!!!!!

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.

CM: The NGIW reject.

JH: You realize he’s one part tag-team champion?

CM: Fluke, Arabian Knights are back now.

CL: To get there asses stomped on, we know, now shut up.

As Grant, Lumberjacko and Steve prepare themselves Mark Jackson looks towards all men before calling for the bell, it sounds as the match begins. Grant automatically charges for Steve, going for a clothesline but Steve’s aware of the attack and dodge’s as Grant stops and turns just in time to see El Lumberjacko poke Steve’s shoulder, he turns to get a poke to the eye from Lumberjack as Steve holds his eye and moves away, Grant charges towards Lumberjacko, but he stop, putting both hands out, Grant weirdly enough stops, El Lumberjacko then stomps on his right toes, making him hoe, then Lumberjacko sweeps his other foot, making him fall to his ass as he laughs towards the pair, posing for the crowd who find it amusing.

JH: Ha ha, great stuff.

CM: It’s not a circus Jonathon.

CL: Then why you sat here? Maybe you can do a trick and vanish.

Lumberjacko finishes finding it amusing as he moves towards Grant lifting him to his feet, he then moves towards the corner, throwing Grant into it. Lumberjacko then signals for something as he points towards Grant before running and hitting a spectacular looking Moonsault Kick, flipping over as Grant drops to his ass, but unfortunately as Lumberjacko lands, Steve is waiting, catching him with both arms and taking him over with a sloppy ass German Suplex, making Lumberjacko land right on his head and seemingly crumble to the mat as Steve lands on his back.

CM: That’s how you knock the crap out of his head.

JH: What? Chip do you even realize what you say sometimes?

CM: Yeah, but when in a match like this, I don’t need to put effort in really.

CL: We’ve noticed.

Steve looks up seeing Lumberjacko down holding the back of his neck, he turns towards to the seated Grant Rice, looking like a opportunity he quickly stands up and moves to the center of the ring, as he goes to charge at Grant, but Lumberjacko reaches out and grabs his leg, making him turn and look down at the fallen Lumberjacko, but as he’s done that Grant’s too his feet, he charges and with one of the sickest looking Yakuza Kicks in the world, nails Steve right in the face, the impact making Steve drop backwards, right into a school boy roll-up, Lumberjacko holding him down as Mark drops to make the cover!

CL: UUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZIIIIIII!!!!

JH: Ouch and right into a cover too.

CM: Oh come on don’t take the one guy with some hope in there…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!
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MA: First Eliminated! STEVE PATTERSON!

Mark calls for the bell as Lumberjacko let’s Steve go, Grant looks on as Steve is moved out of the ring by Mark, waking up he looks quite pissed off, trying to get back in the ring, but he makes his way backstage as Grant is to his feet and boots Lumberjacko in the back of the head, taking advantage.

JH: The distraction cost him, but it’s down to El Lumberjacko and Grant Rice.

CM: Which is crap, wake me up when it’s over.

CL: You couldn’t be silent, your mouth needs to bitch like a cow needs to shit.

Grant picks up Lumberjacko by his mask and moves him to the ropes, hitting him with some right fists before Irish whipping him to the ropes, coming back he nails him right in the gut with a knee, making Lumberjacko drop to a knee as Grant seems to signal for yet another Yakuza kick, as Grant does, what the referee hasn’t seen is Steve is back down by ringside, steel chair in hand and he looks set to do something, watching on for now as Grant runs at Lumberjacko, but he rolls out of the way, Grant turning to get a dropkick right to the face, Lumberjack stands quickly to only be met by Grants desperation attempt, a lariat, taking both down to the canvas.

JH: Grab takes them both down, he had no option.

CL: Screw that, what’s miserably bastard doing back again?

CM:

CL: Oh man, he’s seriously going to keep quiet? Thank Cthulhu!

Both men stir on the canvas as they both begin to climb to there feet, Grant more so then El Lumberjacko as he gets up and then grabs Lumberjacko by the head, driving his knee into El Lumberjacko’s face, making him reel back into the ropes, Grant then moves over but Lumberjacko boots Grant in the gut, pushing him into the referee, not seeing Steve by him, Lumberjacko turns to springboard off the ropes, but as he does Steve swings and smashes the chair into Lumberjacko’s right leg/ankle, making him fall off the ropes and drop on his back, Steve instantly drops down to the mats so Mark can’t see him as Grant turns with Mark, both looking kind of puzzled, Lumberjacko holding his ankle.

CM: HA! Beautiful!

JH: Come on Referee! And the silence is broken…

CL: He realized he needed air… he isn’t as dumb as he looks.

Grant moves over towards Lumberjacko who’s trying to shake off the ankle pain, doing so with a kick to Grant’s head with his weaker left foot, Grant reels back as Lumberjacko gets to his feet and turns, looking towards Grant, he moves with a limp, but not before Grant drop toe hold’s him quickly over, turning and syncing in his patented Ankle Lock, wrenching away at the weak ankle!

JH: Ankle Lock, Grant didn’t even know about Steve!

CM: Moron should of stayed down, I would of.

CL: That’s cause your always on your back in life.

Lumberjacko really tries to get to the ropes, the fans giving him all there support but he can’t he taps out and Grant releases his ankle and lifts his arms!

MA: Your winner! At a time of…

…Not enough time for Michael to even speak before Steve slides in the ring and smashes a chair over Grant’s back! Smiling as he does so he then does it again before turning towards the injured El Lumberjacko, but as he lifts the chair the crowd explode into cheers!

JH: Here comes Nightmare!

CM: Boooooo!!!

CL: Where’s your weapon idiot!

Nightmare indeed slides in the ring and comes flying at Steve with stiff rights and left’s driving him into the corner and each punch seems to seriously damage him but out of nowhere Nightmare then lifts and takes Steve over with a Belly-To-Belly suplex! Nightmare stands up roaring towards the fans who explode with cheers, but soon change to boos as from the crowd comes Felix Arroyo, pink baseball bat in hand, he slide sin the ring and runs, smacking Nightmare square in the gut making him double over before kicking him in the ass, making Nightmare fly out of the ring, Steve getting himself to standing position, dropkicks Grant Rice out of the ring as both Hardcore Sex members turns towards the injured El Lumberjacko…

JH: This ain’t fair!

CM: Ha, go on kill him!

CL: Where’s Ash? He still MIA? Lumberjacko’s fucked then…

…Steve moves towards El Lumberjacko, smiling as he places his foot on the injured Ankle, Felix looking uber excited moves closer with the bat, he raises it as the fans look scarefd for him but out of nowhere a frenzy of cheers are heard as ASH KOOPA COMES RUNNING DOWN THE ENTRANCE WAY! A hulk Hogan large figurine in hand!

CL: What the fuck is that?

JH: A Hulk Hogan figure…

CM: No comment, simply No comment.

Ash slides in the ring as Hardcore Sex dive out, leaving Ash in the ring and Ashing up to say, getting the fans pumped as he points at Hardcore Sex who make there way up the steps, Nightmare and Grant on the outside watching the two teams as Ash and Mark Jackson checks on El Lumberjacko. The camera cuts to the commentary desk as the teams stand off still.
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The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Attack” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and red strobe lights begin to flicker on and off.

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

MA: Introducing first… from Fairfield, Connecticut… at six feet five inches and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… He is the FIW Fighting Spirit Champion…. MISTAH PHE-NOOOOOOOMENAL… SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAN MAAAAAAAAAADROOOOOOOOOOOOOOX!!!

[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: In what can only be called a truly rotten turn of events, Sean Madrox stole the Fighting Spirit Champion from the previous holder, Elrick, when he attacked the ref and stole the belt!

CM: I’ll have you know that the Fighting Spirit Championship greeted Madrox as a liberator. He’s wearing that title with more class than Elrick could ever hope to! You can’t fault him for waiting for the right moment to strike and taking what has been coming from him!

JH: Maybe you can tell me what is so “classy” about challenging Elrick tonight, when Madrox knew full well that Elrick couldn’t compete!

CM: Well… Okay, that’s just rubbing it in. But can you really blame the guy?

CL: Yes, we can… just like I blame you for the tumor growing inside my brain.

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

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

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

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

MA: His partner… from Denver, Colorado… at six feet four inches and weighing in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds… DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!!!

[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.
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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: Oddly enough, Sean’s partner tonight will be the number one contender for the Fighting Spirit Championship, Drake Love! It should be interesting how these two men will get along, knowing that a showdown between them is only a matter of time!

CM: There’s no reason that two men who appreciate winning in style can’t get along. I predict that this team will absolutely dominate their opponents tonight.

CL: And I predict that your ass will be absolutely dominated when the feds finally send you to prison for tax evasion.

CM: One of the benefits of constantly being on the road as I am means that extradition is very difficult, if not impossible, Constance. Besides, I already got off the hook earlier this week…

CL: What the fuck are you talking about?

CM: The DNA test on Anna Nicole Smith’s child! I totally dodged that bullet! Poor Larry Birkhead was forced to bite the bullet on that one…

JH: You do realize that the father of that child is entitled to argue for the custody of the kid and thus possession of Anna Nicole’s estate and her millions.

CM: A small price to pay to avoid being tied down. I’m a free bird, Hitchen. I have to soar!

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

[align=center]"Just once in my life,
I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once,
With all the pretty flowers in the dust."[/align]

MA: Their opponents… introducing first… From Cairo, Egypt… at five feet ten inches and weighing in at one hundred and fifty-four pounds…. ZUUUUUUUUUHS-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCAAAAAAAAA DEEEEEEEEEEEVAAAAAAANIII!!!

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

CM: You know, seeing Zebosca reminds of the recent international dispute between Iran and Great Britain.

JH: What, just because she’s of Arab descent?

CM: No… Because I want to lose a load of seamen inside her.

CL: I think she’d rather take a beheading than give you head, Chip.

JH: She’s likely got her mind focused on this match, assisting her friend Extreme Ninja #2 in getting revenge for Ninja’s mate, Elrick.

CM: Elrick and Ninja are mating?

CL: Yes. They’re going to have high-flying mixed martial artist spot monkey babies.

JH: I meant “mate” as in “friend,” Chip.

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~!”

MA: Her partner… from Detroit, Michigan… at five feet ten inches and weighing in at two hundred pounds…. EX-TREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NUM-BAH TWO!!!

[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]


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.

CL: The human highlight reel will hopefully pump some energy into this match.

JH: Isn’t there enough riding on this match with the integrity of the Fighting Spirit Championship on the line?

CL: Ah, who cares about all that stuff? I just want to see some sick shit go down in the ring tonight.

Michaela Menendez waits patiently as the two teams settle into their respective corners. Sean makes some taunting gestures toward Ninja and the audience as Drake leans against the ropes on the apron. Ninja and Zesboca exchange nods and murmurs as they discuss their strategy. Zesboca pats her partner on the back as she slips through the ropes and moves to the outside. Ninja stretches out as he stares down Sean from across the canvas. Seeing that the men are ready, Michaela moves between them and signals for the bell.

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


The action kicks off immediately as Sean and Ninja rush one another, locking up in a standard grapple. Ninja pushes Sean against the ropes and the two roll together, neither man refusing to let go. Finally Sean goes limp and puts up his hands. Michaela wastes no time in breaking up the hold, practically putting her knee into Ninja as she forces them apart. As Ninja backs off and accepts the clean break, Sean scores a sucker-punch with a forearm to the face! The crowd gasps at the cheap shot as Ninja just stares blankly from behind his mask. He responds not with words (not that he could) but with a side kick to the thigh. Sean shoots back with a roaring elbow to the side of the head, followed by Ninja jabbing the side of his leg into Sean’s midsection. Taking Ninja into his hands, Sean throws him off the ropes and Ninja pounces forward with a shoulder block. Sean remains standing, however, and seems to signal for Ninja to try again. Ninja complies, but Sean runs backward and bounces off the ropes himself and the two collide in the center of the mat. Ninja attempts a discus forearm but Sean ducks it. Sean goes for a legsweep, but whiffs the air as Ninja leaps out of the way. Both men jump up in dropkicks, but both men fail to connect. Landing on all fours, Sean and Ninja catch their breath as they glare at one another.

JH: Impressive agility from both men as we start things off, although things remain inconclusive.

CM: If anyone in this league can match EN for sheer speed and dazzling technical skill, it’s Mr. Phenomenal!

CL: And possibly the Rutgers women’s basketball team.

CM: And there’s nothing negative anyone can really say about them, is there?

JH: No, they’re a fine, talented group of athletic young women.

CL: It’s very off-topic, but yes, I think everyone – including our sponsors – know we would never say anything disparaging about them in any way, shape or form.

As the audience applauds the in-ring performance, Sean and Ninja step back into their corners. Sean gives a wink as he slaps Drake’s hand, sending in the sultan of submission holds. Ninja, showing confidence in his own partner, tags in Zesboca. Drake looks on skeptically as Zesboca cracks her neck and prepares to take on her opponent.

CM: Drake should be careful here. We all know that Egyptians carry curses on them.

JH: …What?

CM: You know… Like that guy who dug up King Tut in Arizona and died like three weeks later. If memory serves me, the curse of the mummy wiped out all life on Earth.

CL: There’s a buzzing in my brain like a thousand angry wasps were just injected into my medulla oblongata…

CM: Look, I’m saying Drake better look out for if Zesboca starts writing little squiggly lines and bird heads on paper and chanting. I saw it all in this real-time documentary on mummies starring Brendon Frasier and Rachel Weisz.

CL: She’s cute.

CM: Yeah, she is!

Zesboca comes at Drake with a simple strike, but Drake weaves and connects with a kick to her stomach. Bent over in pain, Drake follows up with an elbow on the back of her head. She staggers backwards, resting herself against the ropes as she rubs the sore spot on her cranium. Drake runs off the other side of the ring looking for a lariat with added momentum, but Zesboca moves forward and jumps over Drake’s shoulders, landing behind him! Drake comes off the ropes again, but this time Zesboca drops down the ground, letting Drake run right over her. Drake comes off the ropes once more, but this time Zesboca is ready with a sharp dropkick that sends Drake down on his back!

JH: She may not match Drake Love in terms of size, but Devani certainly makes up for it with her nimbleness!

She apparently doesn’t want to play anymore, though, and she tags Ninja back into the ring. As Drake is back on his feet, Ninja welcomes him back to the world of the standing with a European uppercut! Drake locks in a grapple and nails a European uppercut of his own! Ninja flexes and returns with yet another European uppercut! Drake rattles the man behind the mask with a European uppercut with yet another European uppercut! Ninja, quite exasperated, steps backward and begins winding up his right arm for a haymaker… only to simply jab the fingers of his left hand into Drake’s eyes. Drake grabs his face in agony as Ninja offers a shrug.

CM: Hey, that’s not nice!

CL: Well, we were all getting tired of the European Union of Uppercuts right there.

Picking Drake up by the scrape of his neck, Ninja whips him into the corner, face-first against the turnbuckle. He tucks Drake’s arms and legs behind the ropes so he’s hung up. Sean instantly starts to protest, but Michaela stops him right where he is. Ninja moves to the corner opposite Drake and, taking a running start, performs a series of cartwheels… but rather than speeding up, he slows down until he’s practically standing still before Drake. Unceremoniously, he kicks Drake in the nuts.

JH: Extreme Ninja playing a little dirty tonight, but I suppose all’s fair given what Sean did to Elrick.

CM: So why is Ninja punishing Drake for what Sean did?

CL: He’s punishing Sean vicariously through Drake Love. For example, I’m upset with Hitchen for borrowing five dollars last week that he still hasn’t paid back… So..

CM: OW! You hit me!

JH: I think I like this punishing people vicariously thing.

Drake is getting pummeled directly, however. Ninja now has him seated on the top of the turnbuckle, groggy and clutching his groin. Jumping on the second rope, Ninja uses the top rope as leverage as he wraps his legs around Drake’s neck and brings him down with a Frankensteiner. He crawls on top of Drake for the cover.

[align=center]1!
Drake kicks out!
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JH: Drake Love proving that he isn’t going down that easy.

Sean seems rather irate on the sidelines, however, yelling at his partner and Ninja with equal vehemence from the apron. Zesboca runs in but goes down on all fours in front of Sean, who just looks down, confused. Ninja shows him what’s up by getting to his feet, running and jumping off of Zesboca’s back, hitting a leaping chin kick. Sean falls off the ring and to the ground on the outside.

JH: Bad news for Drake as he finds himself all alone in the ring with no hope of an immediate tag!

Bad news indeed. Ninja bends Drake over with a boot to the sternum as Zesboca grabs him in a rear facelock and drives his head into the ground with a bulldog. As she scurries away, Ninja jumps over the ropes to the apron and springboards back in with a body splash that lands across Drake’s back! Ninja hooks the leg as Michaela counts!

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

In the meantime Sean has re-entered the fracas, perched on a turnbuckle and overlooking the action. Ninja and Drake both get to their feet, with Ninja facing Sean while Drake has his back turned on his partner. Sean hops through the air and lands his knees on Drake’s broad shoulders! Taking Ninja’s head in his arms, Sean flips off of Drake and to the canvas, driving Ninja’s head in an improvised Tornado DDT!

CL: HOLY TIKI MASKS!

JH: Impressive innovation by Sean Madrox, showing that you never afford to forget he is in a match!

Michaela is taking no gruff, however, and immediately warns Sean is get out of the ring. Sean does so, but of course makes a big grandiose production out of it. Once he is on the other side of the ropes, he lets Drake come over and tag him in. This leaves Ninja and Sean in the ring to get down and dirty with some more flashy, speedy moves. But as Drake recovers from the beating he took, Zesboca gives him no respite as she runs along the apron and hits a springboard dropkick that sends both of them to the outside!

JH: Michaela Menendez temporarily distracted as Zesboca and Drake Love decide to get involved in some personal time while the match is going on inside the ring!

In the meantime, Sean has Ninja locked into a double underhook hold. He drives Ninja’s head into the mat with a double arm DDT.

CL: X Marks Tha Spot!

JH: But wait… Where is Sean going?

As Ninja sees cartoon birdies, Sean has fled the ring and moved to where the Fighting Spirit Championship is. Taking it in his hands, he throws it into the ring until it is laid out next to where Ninja is sprawled out. Sean re-enters the ring, stands across from Ninja and does a springboard backflip that leaves him with his arm wrapped around Ninja’s head… and finishes it off with a reverse DDT that spikes Ninja’s head onto the belt!

JH: MADROX DDT! NO! Sean just used the title to gain the edge! Michaela Menendez was paying more attention to Drake and Zesboca and didn’t see the belt used as a weapon!

CL: What a bunch of bullshit. Sean stole the FSC and now this match… and Michaela, Drake and Zesboca are none the wiser.

CM: Judging from the thud his head made, I doubt Ninja will remember this very clearly either.

Michaela turns to find Sean covering Ninja and beckoning for her to make the count. She complies.

[align=center]1!
2!
3!!!
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Michaela calls for the bell as she raises Sean’s arm in victory. But just as the smirk comes across the face, a familiar sound is heard throughout the building…

The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stirs 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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Elrick runs down toward the ring, chasing Sean out. In fact, Sean can’t help but get to the entranceway fast enough. The two men stare each other down from their respective positions, letting the hatred in their eyes speak volumes about how they feel about one another. Elrick eventually turns away and checks on Ninja, who is also now being attended to by Zesboca.

JH: Elrick making a dramatic entrance here, apparently eager to get his hands on Sean!

CM: It’s a good thing Sean got out of there or Elrick could have stolen the title from him! That’s why he’s so eager to use it… If he doesn’t hold on to it, some no-good criminal like Elrick could snatch it away!

CL: Kind of like how FIW snatched away any sort of decency from FX…

CM: Um… Hello? Have you seen Nip/Tuck?

CL: Good point.

Elrick is bent over Ninja when all of a sudden Drake runs up behind him and locks Elrick into a full nelson hold! Taken by surprise, Elrick is helpless as he is put through a Dragon Suplex! He springs to his feet and starts shoving and shouting at Drake, who is more than happy to push back. Pretty soon it looks like another fight is about to erupt as a throng of security guards mob the ring and do their best to break the two superstars up. As they slowly manage to succeed, we cut to Sean standing at the entrance, a smile on his face as he looks at what he has wrought…

JH: Not a clean win, but then again, Sean Madrox has been known to do whatever it takes to secure a victory in the FIW.

CL: Stay tuned, everyone, as we have plenty of action left tonight...
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[align=center]Fans Bring the Weapons Match Short Results: Crackerjack versus Kailey Lane

Winner:
Crackerjack[/align]
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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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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 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.

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

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

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

MA: And their opponents, first from Komachi City, Japan; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Pounds, Kiyoshi NAAAKAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAA

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

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


Over the PA, Daisuke holds the note out as long as is humanly possible, and then a little longer as Kiyoshi carries on his lonely way to the ring and ascends the steps to the apron. As he reaches a neutral corner from the outside, he faces the crowd, and takes his flag from his shorts 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...

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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MA: And his partner, from Parts Unknown, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Fifty Pounds, He is Your FIW Undisputed International Champion…

CL: SHEEEEEEEEEP FUUUUUUU-

MA: OOOOOOOOONIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!!!!!

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.

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

The Bell rings, and out of the four, no-one knows who wants to start. Onikage and Kiyoshi both seem to have got themselves comfortable in their corner. On the other side, The Prince would have us believe that it’s beneath his dignity to be first person on his team into the ring; and Maj would have us believe that it’s beneath his dignity to start, seeing as he’s the current Grand Prix Champion.

CL: Ugh, the sooner this starts, the sooner this finishes, and the sooner Sheep Fucker, Tweedledum and Tweedledee get the hell out of the ring?

CM: What about the Doughboy, and his boring submissionyness?

CL: Maybe if every single scar on him re-opened and he managed to throw all three around like rag-dolls for half an hour, he could save this. Mmmm… Blood…

CM: Uh, Conse? Wake up!

JH: It’s probably best for all concerned that he stays in his Blood-Trance. We don’t need him putting everyone in the match down.

JH & CM: [size0]But it would be nice to have someone to talk to other than him

There is only so much of this that the Arabian Knights’ opponents can take of this. They stand up/hop down [delete as applicable,] and ready themselves for the charge. Alas, that small delay is enough for The Prince and Maj to clear out and take their civilised debate to the outside. Eventually, they settle it by both entering the ring, where Onikage and Kiyoshi have settled their debate in the time-honoured manner: Janken. Kiyoshi wins and elects to stay out, leaving the Saviour of Sorrow to take up position in the corner. Of his two adversaries, Kiyoshi sees Prince Kashmir first, and gives him a running knee to the gut, before grabbing him round the waist and hurling him towards the middle of the ring! Maj tries his Bhaia, but he gets Gutwrenched right on top of his partner!

JH: Wow. Uncharacteristic, is I think the only word for that display of power there from the former FSC.

CM: See! This is what he should be doing. Not this Jumanjigatame rubbish.

Let speculation abound as to what a Jumanjigatame actually is. Until then, Onikage tags in and goes to work on Prince Kashmir, trapping him with a front facelock as he tries to get up, and wrenching backwards, motioning for the referee to clear Maj out of the ring. Eventually, he obliges, and as the Prince tries to fight the almost [but not quite] choking facelock with punches to the gut, Onikage gently lifts him off his feet and falls back, Spiking Prince Kashmir onto the crown of his royal head!

JH: And just think Chip, without the hold, that visciousness that you know and love would not be possible.

CM: OK, the DDT thing was cool. The fact that Prince Kashmir is left doing a headstand even now is what makes it cool, and not Onikage.

Even Onikage is bemused by this turn of events. He looks up and down Prince Kashmir, and when he gets too close, the Prince drops his feet around his head, swings around a takes him right down with it, rolling the UIC to the Arabian Knights’ corner, just close enough for Tahal to sneak a kick towards his chest to leave him down.

CM:Now this is the spirit of Slam, High flying, slick team work, and Hardcore! But I can’t remember what this flying twisty thing is called…

The Twisting Senton is the Dharma, and on the way up, the Knights tag, and Maj follows him in with a Slingshot Legdrop. Once that’s done, Maj lets Kashmir hop up on his shoulders, and as Kashmir Jumps off…

JH: Good Sweet Christ, Kash-

CM: That’s His Royal Highness, Prince Ali Kashmir to you, Peon.

JH: Kashmir leapt off, just in time!

Otherwise he’d have had his neck broken when Kiyoshi German Suplexes Maj! The ref would count as the Snowman holds the bridge, but Kiyoshi blatantly isn’t the legal man. On the other side, Prince Kashmir, who’s been inadvertently been forced to change his splash to a Circus Style Head butt, rolls away clutching his pretty face. Kiyoshi goes back to his corner quietly, and The Straight Edge Artist sits up, rubbing his shoulder and eyeing up Maj, who needs to be pulled away from Kiyoshi and showed the legal man. Who rolls him up with a Small Package!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three???

Maj Raises His Shoulder Just Before History Repeats Itself!!!
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Shades of Maj’s UIC match are quickly dispelled, when Maj stands up, facing the wrong way, and turns around into a Running Powerslam towards the Onikiyoshi Corner. Kiyoshi tags back in, and circles towards the centre of the ring, where the IMD attempts to meet him with the Shakti, a running STO. The STO, having its roots in Judo, is not something unfamiliar to a former junior champion, who essentially sticks his leg out and twists his opponent over it and smoothly transitions into a jujigatame.

CM: Fight It! Don’t let this traitor to the Legacy of Slam make you tap!

If Jonathon Hitchen could find a way to verbally express what he feels right now, he would. As it is, his mic crackles from the sweat-drop that forms on his head. Fortunately for us all, [if Hitchen’s mic cuts out, we’re left with Chip for the rest of the night] we’re saved by Prince Kashmir tagging himself in, and the sweat-drop retracts, as Chip calms down. Kashmir drops a Springboard Legdrop onto Kiyoshi’s head, sitting there to register a cover.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kiyoshi Turns It Into a Knee Cross!!!
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And it would prove troublesome for the Prince, if only Maj Tahal didn’t save him immediately by stomping on Kiyoshi’s already scarred face. Maj hauls Kiyoshi up in a waist-lock for the Knights’ German Suplex/Side Kick combo, only for Onikage to stick his ugly masked nose into it, by grabbing the Prince around the waist. Kashmir ducks behind…

CM: Superior Teamwork, baby; Stereo Ger-

JH: IIIIIIIIIIIPPOOOOOOOONNNZZZZZEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!

CM: Shit.

In fact, it probably goes double, both Onikage and Kiyoshi back their respective tormentor into the ropes and hurl him over with the Ipponzei! In the spirit of co-operation and whatever else, they sprint over to the other’s Arabian Knight, hook both of his arms, before he can stand, whip him up, swing him round to face their partner, with looks of mock surprise when they see they’re doing exactly the same move, at almost the same time!

JH: FLLAAVOUUUR OF THE… Uh, if it’s in stereo, would that make it Fortnight?

CL: Damn, what’s a guy got to do to get some sleep around here?

And much to chagrin of Chip Martin, Sleeper Holds commence. He perks up a little when the two Indians show a little life, and struggle to their feet. Onikage and Kiyoshi, despite their recent synchronisation, have different ways of dealing with people in this situation. Onikage has by far the simpler way: stuffing his hand down Kashmir’s throat. As the Legal Man, Kiyoshi’s bound to be slightly flashier:

CL: Ahh, Blinded by the *yawn.* Whatever. It’s done.

JH: White Hole Slam and a Dojime Sleeper, you might be right!

Ding Ding Ding!

MA: Here are your winners, By Submission, OOOOOONIIIIIKAAAAGEEEEEE and Kiyoshi NAAAAAKAAAAAAHAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Rusty Nail returns throughout the arena, and General Kumar Singh helps the Arabian Knights slink away. Breathing a little heavily, Kiyoshi sits up, only to find the Undisputed International Champion looming over him. Onikage’s stern glare melts Kiyoshi’s grin. Kiyoshi stands up and stares him down from all of two inches [the height difference between the two] away.

CL: No, Don’t Touch Him!!!

Onikage breaks the stalemate by offering his hand. Slowly, the White haired Warrior looks down and smiles as he takes it.

CL: NOO!!!!

JH: Are you ok, Conse?

CL: I’ll be fine once Kiyoshi washes the Sheep-cooties off his hand.

Without wasting time with pointless displays of “Oh Look, We Respect Each Other!” the two merely go their separate ways, after a brief exchange of words, as Rusty Nail gets on towards the guitar solo…

The scene cuts to backstage where, amongst the usual palaver, has a solitary wooden table laid bare before us except for a single letter, rolled up, wrapped with a red ribbon and written on some paper which must be far older than Herman Cardgage who suddenly appears from underneath the table armed with his dreaded bag of goodies.

The oddball of an interviewer looks around intuitively and immediately spots the letter before, not caring about the law against reading other people’s mail, picking it up and unravelling the letter… choosing to read out loud for the benefit of our audience and himself.

Herman: From: The Council of Viceroy in proclamation to;

Adria The Unliving…

Scourge of Strong Style…

Blasphemer of Stephansdom…

Thrall of Libusaa…


The Council are in unison in determining that Adria The Unliving, Scourge of Strong Style, in recent months hath performed the admirable task of defilement in the most cruelly proficient manner.

Her sullying of countless Kine within their sporting contests since the turn of the year two-thousand and seven hath brought many songs of phrases from fellow members of the Council.

Therefore it is in resolve that the Council make haste the induction of Adria The Unliving, Blasphemer of Stephansdom, into one of the largest organisations of modern-day sports spectacles in the world of the Kine.

If Adria The Unliving, Thrall of Libussa, may dignify the Council with her unholy presence before one fortnight hence as if this writing we will begin to set in motion her task of further defilement.


Thine in veneration,

Voivode Ordo

Council of Viceroy

Master of the Hellhounds

Scourge of the Carpathians

Sculptor of the Flesh of Thousands


Herman Cardgage hums to himself contently as he places the letter back down the table, an inquisitive smile flashing across his face…

Herman: (to the tune of Camptown Races) Someone’s looking for a job… do-dah, do-dah… someone’s looking for a job… oh-do-dah-day…

The strange interviewer then disappears from whence he came, leaving us switching back to the ring…
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Shots are shown standing in the middle of the isle to the ring is a sixteen foot ladder, two more ladders are at ring side against the barricade, one opposite and one the same side as the hard camera. High above the ring hangs the prize that will be sort after, a black briefcase that contains an open contract for a shot at Onikage and the International championship.

MA: The following match has a thirty minute time limit and is a LADDER MATCH! Introducing first-

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

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

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

CM: Well here’s one of my two picks to win.

CL: You think Nightmare will win?

CM: Not really, I just want him to.

JH: You want Nightmare to win? Are you feeling alright?

CM: I’m feeling fine.

JH: But you just said you wanted Nightmare to win, why?

CM: Because then it’s be Nightmare versus Onikage, they’d beat the hell out of each other which would be great and I’d be able to take a nap because they’ll bore me to sleep doing it.

CL: That’s want you want to come from this match?

CM: No, what I want to come from the match is Momoko to decapitate Nightmare and Elrick then do the same thing to Onikage… in his sleep if needs be.

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

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


MA: Coming to the ring, hailing from Saitama, Japan. She weighs in at one hundred and twenty five pounds…. MOMOKO WAKARI!

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

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

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


CL: And here’s the woman I hope trips and guts herself with one of those sickles, it’ll be my spot of the year.

CM: One, that’d be horrible, two, you choose a stain of the year?

CL: No you, twat a spot is-

CM: A stain or a place and I assume disembowelling causes a stain.

CL: You’ll be a stain if you keep up the kayfabe

CM: I’m not a carnie, why would I be keeping carnival secrets?

JH: He’s right Conse, he’s not a carnie and you’re making no sense.

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


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

You're gonna get up and scream

You're gonna get up and...


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

[align=center]Who will survive and what will be left of them?
Apocalyptic dreams see the ordinary madness
Who will survive and what will be left of them?
I never lock the dogs when the wolf is in the darkness
Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire
Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire
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The guitars roar back in and the lights rise to showcase the Reject of FIW with the Flycore Championship on his shoulder... 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 and is your FLYYYYYCORE CHAMPION ... the REJECT of EFF-EYE-DOUBLEYOUUUU... ... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!!

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

[align=center]I keep a close watch
On this
Heart of mine
I walk a line
I walk a line
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Graver paces around the ring, firing off a Cactus Jack-style "bang bang" hand motion before mounting the turnbuckle to stare disdainfully at the crowd. He pats his belt a few times and invites a fan or two to take it from him before dismounting and handing the belt off to the ref.

CL: There’s the winner there, the Gunslinger, the Fuckamaniac, Graver is taking the briefcase, going to a hotel sitting it on a hooker’s back, opening it up reading the contract all while he shows her the night of her life… or at least he would if it wasn’t for Onikage’s rules

JH: You have a rich and full imagination there Conse.

CM: Yeah too bad it’s going to be Momoko doing it.

CL: Well if she does I’m going to the nearest gift shop and buying two cards: a “Get well soon” card for the hooker and a “Thank you” card for Momoko after she turns you into meat sauce for mentioning how she likes to fuck hookers from behind.

CM: I didn’t say that.

CL: Yes you did.

CM: No I didn’t. I didn’t say Momoko likes to fuck hookers from behind or any other direction

CL: Bitchen, didn’t Chip say that Momoko likes to take hookers to her hotel room and penetrate them with all manner of items from behind?

JH: No, not exactly.

CM: Thank you.

JH: But he did imply it… sort of.

CM: LIES!

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

[align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)
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MA: Making his way to the ring hailing from Leamington Spa, England. He weighs in at two hundred and sixty seven pounds. He is the Fighting Spirit Champion, the Career Killer… ELRICK!

…The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway.

JH: With all four competitors in the ring this match is read to get underway.

CM: Where’s that damn Logan Black?

CL: Standing right in front of out desk.

CM: Oh shit, he really is quiet isn’t he?

Logan standing outside the ring looking in at the four competitors; who are all looking up at the briefcase, well everyone except Graver; who seems to have taken notice of a big busted brunette leant against the guardrail. Logan calls for the bell.

[align=center]DING DING![/align]
Graver takes off his trucker cap and heads to the ropes as the other three competitors look down from prize and at each other; they look a little confused to see Graver with his back to them. Nightmare charges towards Graver but is stopped quickly by Momoko, she drops her Sickle and staple gun before dashing towards him, she slides in with drop toe hold and pushes her stop sign away, it slides into perfect position as Nightmare’s face bounces against it.

CM: Momoko quickly going after Nightmare and hurting him, just like it should be.

Graver hops out of the ring unaware of what happened behind him or the fact Elrick has hopped out of the ring to follow him. Graver stops a foot away from the barricade and takes a closer look at the woman and starts to reach out to grope her but fights the urge and pulls his hand back shedding a single tear as he does so. Before the tear has even reached the bottom of his nose Elrick turns Graver around and knees him right in the gut before shoving him against the barricade so hard he almost sends him over into the large breasts of punter Graver was checking out.

CM: Elrick should change his name to the Cock Blocker Elrick instead of Career Killer, haven’t seen him end many careers lately.

CL: Graver has been cock blocked by Onikage so that title’s already taken.

JH: No matter who is blocking Graver’s rooster, Elrick is chopping him raw.

Elrick’s forearm and the edge of his hand smack against Graver’s chest over and over until the sixth attempt, Graver ducks out under the swing and Elrick has to quickly stop his arm before hitting a fan. Elrick turns around to see Graver but ends up unable to see as Graver drew a pistol as he ducked under the chop and sprays Elrick in the eyes.

CL: PEPPER SPRAY!

Elrick yells in pain as he stumbles around trying to get Graver, bobs and weaves around Elrick taunting him. Meanwhile in the ring, Momoko gets up from the drop toe hold as Nightmare rolls over holding his face. Momoko kicks Nightmare’s hands away then runs her sole over his mouth with vigour, Nightmare pushes Momoko’s foot off his face and quickly scrambles to his one knee, Momoko fires off a kick to Nightmare’s chest but her shin connect only with the stop sign.

CM: Where the hell’d that stop sign come from?!

CL: Momoko brings it to the ring with her every week. I wish she’d read it before walking through the curtain and follow the instruction.

CM: Hush. I meant when did Nightmare get it?

JH: Nightmare snatched it up as he rolled to get to his knee.

Momoko hops away clutching her shin for a second before Nightmare knocks her down with a sign to the back of the head. Nightmare throws the sign out of the ring and picks Momoko up and tosses her into the corner. Nightmare rushes in looking like he will got for a clothesline but get a boot to the face, he stumbles away, shakes off the hit and charges again for the same result this time he falls to the ground. Momoko jump up to the top rope with Nightmare right below her, she looks down for a second with a smirk before jumping high into the air, she brings her legs to her chest as she reaches the apex and thrust them down as she falls planting her feet into Nightmare’s chest.

CM: DEVIL STOMP!

CL: You know I’m supposed to call the heel moves.

CM: She uses all of her foot to land Conse not just the heel.

CL: I hate you.

CM: You’re just jealous your mother thinks I’m better looking.

JH: A mother joke not directed at me, ha ha!

CL: Shut up, Bitchen or I’ll give Thomas Moore your mum’s home phone number.

On the outside of the ring, Graver has tired of taunting Elrick and holsters his pistol before toe kicking Elrick in the gut and throwing his head into the guardrail. Graver bangs the side of Elrick’s head against the steel for a few times before gripping the rail and pressing his knee against Elrick’s head pinning it against the barrier.

CL: Some mightn’t think it’s pretty but that is one sexy innovation on the head vice right there.

CM: It looks like Graver’s trying to pop Elrick’s head open which is great but the fact you think something Graver does it sexy worries me.

JH: I don’t he meant that Graver was sexy, after all Constance is a lot of things but I don’t think blind is one of them.

CL: What no one else at this table thinks Graver’s sexy?

There is the sound of chairs moving, presumably away from Conse. Elrick fights the pressing of his head with closed fist shots to the inner thigh of the former Detroit hotdog eating contest champion, Graver responds by stepping away quickly and punches Elrick in the back of the head dropping him to the floor. Graver looks at his hand as if it’s in pain but then snaps out of it and starts rubbing the inside of his thigh where Elrick was punching with a slight smile of enjoyment.

In the ring Momoko walks over to the corner where she started the match and picks up the staple gun and sickle combo to a few cheers from the hardcore marks but jeers from most of the people in the building. Nightmare has rolls onto the apron to regain his breath but it’s not long before Momoko hops onto the apron, she walks up to Nightmare and kicks him in the head before jumping off the apron, she stares at a fan with an evil glint before turning around and pressing the gun against Nightmare’s shoulder and pulling the trigger putting a staple into the deltoid muscle, she smiles at the sound of the gun and Nightmare yelling in pain.

JH: Someone needs to stop her.

CM: Bah someone needs to get her larger staples if you ask me.

CL: Which he didn’t so shut up.

Momoko enjoys the mix of sounds so much she quickly puts two more into his shoulder before jumping back onto the apron kneeling over Nightmare’s head.

JH: Seriously some one needs to stop her before she causes a serious injury.

CM: I’d pay to see you try.

CL: I’ll chip in for it too.

JH: I meant someone like Logan Black the official.

CL: You mean the guy leaning against the fence in front of us who hasn’t moved since he called for the bell?

CM: What’s he going to do, there are no rules, hence why he is just standing there missing about Madison.

CL: Like you miss Spine-

CM: Don’t say it

JH: Shatter-

CM: LALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU, NEVER HAVE TO HEAR YOU LALALALA

CL: Thank Odin, one of the sound guys turned his microphone off.

Momoko holds the staple gun above Nightmare’s head, she lines so it’s pointed between his eyes before lowering it but Nightmare gets a hand up to stop it pressing against him. Nightmare rolls off the apron still holding onto the gun disarming Momoko; she stares shocked at Nightmare for a second before howling in pain as Nightmare puts a staple in the side of her thigh.

CM: Someone stop him.

CL: For the love of Saa, who turned his mike back one?

JH: Stop him? Why there are no rules.

CM: Don’t throw facts in my face Hitchen, they cause lines.

Nightmare puts another staple into the forearm of the pink hair devil as she grabs at the other staple trying to pull it out. Nightmare then drops the gun and gives Momoko a hard forearm to the face before grabbing her in a front face lock and pull her from the apron. Momoko drops to one knee as Nightmare tries to set up a suplex but he is cut off by a

CL: SHINGING MEAT HOOK!

Graver having noticed a chance to put more people on the floor rushes Nightmare and steps on Momoko’s back before swinging the hard punch. All three involved in the move end up on the floor but Graver is right back up shaking his hand. He looks around and sees no one but him standing.

CL: Go Graver Go!

Graver rushes up the isle to the nearest ladder and folds it up. He slides it into the ring and quickly rolls in; he sets the ladder up quickly and in perfect position and begins to climb.

CL: He’s got it!

JH: I wouldn’t be counting my title shots before the contracts signed if I were Graver.

Elrick has slid into the ring unnoticed as most people are looking at Graver; who’s looking at the briefcase. Elrick rushes the ladder as Graver reaches for the briefcase and shove the ladder over sending the Graver all the way over the top rope and into Nightmare; who had just made it to his feet, Graver hits hard leaving both on the floor. There is someone not on the floor though and that is Momoko who pulls the staple from her leg and throws it into the crowd yelling something at them. By the time Momoko turns around, Elrick has the ladder upright as it half away to the top.

CL: That bastard Elrick is going to steal this match from Graver.

CM: Not if Momoko has a say in it.

JH: I don’t know if she is quick enough to stop him.

Momoko reaches into her boot and pulls out her fork before sliding into the ring; she scales the ladder as if there isn’t still a staple in her arm. She meets Elrick at the top of the ladder with a fork scrape across the face. Elrick drops off the ladder awkwardly causing it to wobble, Momoko does the smart thing and jumps off the ladder as it falls over.

CM: Put it back up and you have this Momoko.

Momoko entertains the idea of putting the ladder back up as she picks it up but Elrick is moving so she throws the ladder onto him and hopes out of the ring. Momoko fishes under the ring for a something specific she throws a chair into the ring then looks under again pulling out another, she slides in and sets up the chair she has with her, she then sets the other on up roughly sixteen feet away facing the other chair she walks over and picks the ladder up off Elrick then hits him with it before carefully bridging the ladder on the chairs.

CL: A blind man in Bangladesh can see where this is going.

CM: He can? You think he can tell me what’s going to be in next season so I can keep a head of the fashion curve that everyone in the building obviously missed.

JH: Momoko is taking too much time setting up something, when she should be more focused of getting up the ladder and grabbing the briefcase.

CM: Bah, she’ll have plenty of time to get the briefcase when everyone else is a cripple.

Momoko looks around and see Elrick getting up; she rushes out of the ring quickly and finds her stop sign before getting back in. Momoko stalks Elrick from behind waiting for him to turn CRACK! Momoko slams the sign against side of Elrick’s face, Elrick spins and lands face first on the mat with a glazed over look in his eyes.

CL: Anyone else thing Nightmare is over selling being hit by Graver by not being up and in this match by now?

JH: Selling what? He’s lying on the floor.

CL: ARGH! Would you stop that everyone at home knows this is fake.

CM: Yes, your leather jacket is fake; I’ve kept my mouth shut about it until now because I thought it was funny that someone would wear fake leathers. Here’s a fashion tip for everyone, if an animal wasn’t skinned or shaved or worms didn’t spin it or it isn’t pure cotton, stay away from it.

Momoko wastes no time dropping the sign and dragging Elrick over to the ladder and chairs. Momoko sits Elrick on the ladder before laying him down on the make shift structure. Momoko stands on top of Elrick before hopping off and climbing the turnbuckles. It’s at this time Nightmare starts to get up.

CL: Oh it’s that convenient, now he gets up!

Nightmare quickly notices Momoko on climbing the turnbuckles. Nightmare quickly jumps onto the apron and gets to his feet but Momoko’s on the top rope facing the crowd, Nightmare shakes the ropes causing her to fall and land crotch first on the turnbuckle. Nightmare now steps into the ring and walks over to the corner while for a moment looking at Elrick left laying on the ladder, Nightmare shrugs and turns to Momoko and clubs her in the back of the neck before climbing up to the second turnbuckle. Nightmare hooks Momoko in an inverted face lock and climbs to the top turnbuckle pulling Momoko up to standing. Nightmare looks over his shoulder at the ladder opposite him with Elrick still laying there. Nightmare grabs the waist of Momoko’s cut offs and lifts her vertically before falling backwards.

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CL: SSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUPPPPPLLLLLEEEEXXXXXAAAAAAHHHHH!

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JH: INVERTED SUPERPLEX ONTO THE LADDER!!

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CM: Don’t you mean onto Elrick?

JH: Take a look Chip Elrick moved, Momoko landed ribs and abdomen first on the ladder.

CM: What happened to Elrick?

CL: He’s under Nightmare, obviously rolled the wrong way off the ladder.

Indeed Elrick is under Nightmare but seemingly not too badly off as he crawls out from under the larger man. Witnessing the carnage Graver runs to the nearest ladder on the side of the ring opposite the hard camera and slides it into the ring, he once again quickly set up under the briefcase.

CM: Where the hell does he get the energy to shake off falling out of the ring onto Nightmare and run around like that.

CL: Skittles, Skittles and the thought of beating that masked, self righteous son of a bitch, that thinks he is so much better then everyone else just because he doesn’t do some stuff.

CM: Ah Conse this is a match for International Championship contention, no Dual Crown contention.

CL: What? Onikage you fool, Onikage, the man that has taken beer, smokes and sex with anonymous road tail away from him.

CM: Oh, that masked, self righteous son of a bitch.

Graver climbs the ladder quickly and reaches for the title with eagerness but not control as he only succeeds in slapping the briefcase away casing it to swing but suddenly it’s as if the ladder grew an extra foot or two now Graver is in line to catch the swinging prize. Just as the case makes it’s return he turns around, Graver looks confused that is until is his in the back with briefcase and looks down to see he is sitting on Elrick’s shoulders, which is the extra height he has. Graver looks at the mat below and then at Elrick again as his hands reach up to grab his head. The camera has such a clean shot of Graver viewers can clearly see him saying “This is going to fucking hurt”. Elrick pulls Graver’s head down as he jumps from the ladder.

JH: CAREER SUICIDE OFF THE LADDER!

CL: Fucking Elrick and his fucking deal with the Egyptian woman are fucking this match up.

CM: Fuck.

JH: What are you angry about?

CM: Nothing just felt like saying it.

Graver bounces from mat due to the force of the move, over the bottom rope, onto the apron and end up on the floor with his left foot twitching. Elrick bounce on the mat as he hits and gets up slowly due to the shock of the move. Elrick looks at the ladder and starts to climbs it but only gets up on rung before being ripped from the ladder by Nightmare. Nightmare lifts Elrick for a Samoan drop but Elrick escapes with an elbow to the side of the head and lands behind Nightmare, Elrick applies a full nelson looking for the ElrickPlex ’06 but Nightmare escapes before the hands are clamped and goes behind quickly lifting Elrick into a torture rack getting a pop from the crowd.

JH: Quick exchange of counters ends with Nightmare in con-

CM: OOOUUUCHHH!

Chip screams out as Nightmare falls back planting Elrick on his face and chest in an inverted Samoan drop fashion, which was not Nightmare’s intent but Momoko hitting a flying crossbody with a chair between herself and Nightmare causing things to happen. Momoko rolls around on the mat for a second holding her chest, as she starts to get up so does Nightmare. Momoko is the first to act as she starts laying repeated forearms into Nightmare, she rocks the much larger competitor back a step and decides to whip him to the ropes but Nightmare’s going no where he doesn’t want to. Nightmare moves then whips Momoko into a clear corner he follows in looking for a clothesline but Momoko gets the boot up into his face.

CM: Didn’t work the first time, doesn’t work the second time.

Momoko hops onto the second turnbuckle as Nightmare turns away from her, she jumps from the corner and turns in the air to land on Nightmare’s shoulders, she flings back looking for a rana. Nightmare manages to keep his vertical base and pulls her back up to a powerbomb position but instead of slamming her throws her off her shoulders, Momoko flips in mid air and lands on her feet but Nightmare reacts right away with LARIAT OUT OF NOWHERE!

JH: NIGHT-

CM: Monogamous missionary phone sex line!

JH: It’s called the Nightmare-line.

CM: That is the phone sex line in my nightmares.

Momoko flips from the force and lands on her stomach lying flat and motionless. Nightmare listens to the crowd cheer for a moment before heading towards the ladder but he gets cut off. Elrick dashes in with a hard forearm to the side of Nightmare’s head, Nightmare fires back at with a forearm of his own.

JH: Has anyone checked to see if Graver is even alive on the other side of the ring?

CM: Logan’s still just standing in front of the cage, so I doubt it.

CL: I’m sure he’s fine; it’s hard to kill off that much awesome at once.

While Nightmare and Elrick are exchanging punches and other strikes only inches from the ladder, the camera takes a look at Graver laying on the floor still face down but now with his head and feet in opposite directions to where they were before.

CM: What the?

Graver looks up at the camera and tells it to bugger off then goes back to playing dead.

CM: That unkempt cockhead is playing possum.

JH: That’s not smart; this match could end before he knows it.

Back in the ring, Elrick has taken the upper hand in the battle and lands a hard punch followed by two quick forearms to the face, he follows up by throwing Nightmare’s head into the ladder bashing it against on of the steps. Elrick pulls Nightmare away from the ladder and hits a snap suplex. Elrick back up goes to the ladder and starts climbing the ladder.

CM: Come one Momoko get up.

CL: Graver, time to stop lying about!

JH: Elrick seemingly has a clean run to the title match.

CM: HAHA SHE’S UP!

The increasing cheers have roused Momoko, crawls over and grabs the ladder she was suplexed onto and hits Elrick in the back with it to slow him down before setting it up and climbing up next to Elrick. The pair battle on their ladders unaware Nightmare has started to climb up opposite Elrick. Momoko notices Nightmare first and slaps him then tries to poke him in the eye but he blocks the attempt and shoves her back, Elrick also shoves Momoko also and she stares at the both for a moment before both Nightmare and Elrick kick her ladder over. Momoko sails over the top rope and crashes to the unforgiving floor without anything the break her fall. Graver notices Momoko land near him and gets to his knees then to his feet but keeping crouched he peers over the apron going unnoticed but all but the most observant people, oddly enough none of the announce team notice him. The two heavyweights exchanging shots on the ladder.

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NIGHTMARE

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NIGHTMARE

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NIGHTMARE

NIGHTMARE!!
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Nightmare rocks Elrick with an incredible punch but Nightmare’s not done he grabs Elrick in a face lock and climbs up a rung and pulls Elrick up with him, Nightmare grabs Elrick’s waist and hoists him up into the air. Elrick reaches out for the briefcase while upside down; he gets his hands on it and tries undoing it.

JH: Elrick might win it here.

CL: I’ve never seen a Ladder match won upside down.

Nightmare notices Elrick’s hand on the briefcase and leans back breaking his grip off the prize then lets go of him, Elrick drops almost vertically but lands on his back. Nightmare is left off balance after dropping Elrick; he wobbles back and forth trying to keep his balance even swing his arms.

JH: Nightmare can win here if he just keeps his balance.

CM: Fall, fall, fall, fall, FALL!

Nightmare manages grabs the ladder but is still off balance causing it to lift onto two legs, Nightmare pulls himself forward putting the ladder down onto all four legs.


CL: Nightmare’s going to take on one of many people that makes me feel a ill, and hopefully dethrone him unlike anyone so far.

Nightmare reaches for the briefcase and at this time Graver slides into the ring and pushes himself up, we now notice he has his tire iron in hand. Nightmare is about to unhook the briefcase when Graver slams the tire iron into the back of his right knee causing Nightmare’s footing to slip and leading Nightmare to fall gut first onto the top of the ladder, people in the front row can hear the air leave Nightmare’s body. Graver then looks around and throws up the horns.

CL: Indeed that was awesome.

Graver then hits Elrick; who is on the ground and not moving, in the chest with the tire iron as revenge for the Career Suicide. Graver steps around the ladder and whacks Nightmare in the back with the tire iron before dropping it and climbing the ladder with Nightmare still on it. Graver climbs over Nightmare and stand on the back of Nightmare, the crowd jeer as Graver poses on Nightmare’s base drawing more heat from the crowd.

CL: The Minister of Awesomeocity is going to fuck up Onikage!

JH: Nightmare had the briefcase in his hands.

CL: And now Graver does, get over it, its better this way.

Graver unhooks the briefcase and Logan Black calls for the bell.

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Graver throws up the horns again before jumping off of Nightmare and to the mat, Graver rolls through the landing and rolls to his feet. Logan Black enters the ring

MA: Here is your winner and new number on contender for the Unified International Championship... GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVER!

Logan raises Graver’s arm and Graver raises the briefcase, while all three of the other competitors lay motionless except for breathing. A mild round of cheering from the fans brings the attention of the newly crowned contender to the entrance way. From behind the black curtain slinks out a certain masked man who is the holder of a certain belt he carries with him. A glare finds it’s way to Graver’s face when Onikage enters the ring with a micro phone in one hand, the UIC on his shoulder.

CL: Oh great, it’s sheep fucker, didn’t we already have enough of him out here earlier?

JH: Shush Conse and let us hear what he has to say.


Onikage: I had planned to come out here and say a few words to the man or woman who won the match though management didn’t have a clue of this intent. Out of all four of you I have to say that the one I found least likely to walk away with that contract was you. In fact, you could say I was even surprised by watching you snatch the contract and win this match, and win that chance. I figured William’s stubbornness or Christopher’s fiery temper or Momoko-chan’s insanity would discard you, Edmond.

Such flattering words, it is a shocker when the Minister of Awesomocity’s glare only deepens as he burns two holes into the man in front of him. From beneath the mask a smile starts to form on the lips of Onikage and he half scoffs half chuckles.

Onikage: Regardless, you’ve proven yourself worthy here tonight in this match, Edmond. Despite what some may say about your abilities or your size, you are the one walking away with that contract, not any of them. Further more, in a way, your victory…is all thanks to me Edmond.

CL: What fucking bullshit is THIS?!

CM: I don’t know!

It would appear that the contender is feeling similar as Constance about that remark, given his expression, the champ carries on none the less.

Onikage: Think about it Edmond, who was it that forced you into a corner, who was it that damaged your teeth and nose, who was it that stole the crutch you used for your entire adult life? It was me Edmond, it was me that let the flood gates open and allowed your potential to flourish like a seed taking root. Without the Straight Edge life style I had granted you, you’d still be stuck wallowing in mid-card trying and failing to get back the Fighting Spirit Championship. But look at you now, the FIW Flycore Champion and the chance to become the FIW Undisputed International Champion.

JH: He does have a point, Graver’s achieved greater success as a Straight Edge’er than he did as a drunkard.

CM: Bite your tongue! That freak is never right!

These thoughts start to turn the wheels and cogs in Graver’s head and he slowly starts to nod, possibly buying what the masked man is selling.

Onikage: It is because of this and this alone Edmond, that it will be a honor to face you when I defend my championship against you.

CL: Oh gag…he can’t be serious…

CM: I think he is…

Constance and Chip are nearly vomiting over the fact that the Savior of Sorrow has extended his hand, offering a hand shake to Graver. The Minister of Awesomocity looks down at the hand, then back up at the mask, then back down at the hand, and then back up again. His eyes start to water and he smiles happily, nodding his head slightly and reaching out…and smacking the taste out of Onikage’s mouth! Graver glares and flips off the champion, punching him in the kidneys before he starts hammering him!

JH: Guess it was too good to be true…

CL: Yes! Fucking beat his ass!

Onikage starts firing back and the two starts an all out brawl, driving their fists into each other’s craniums in hopes of seriously harming the other. They brawl along the ropes when they hit them and are only stopped when a pink blur gets in between them. Momoko pulls Graver off of Onikage and holds Onikage back, the two looked slightly confused at the pink haired demon. That is until she starts hammering the man she used to be the protégé of!

CL: Ha! Even fucking Momoko doesn’t like Onikage!

CM: As cool as this is, why is Momoko attacking Onikage?!

Graver just laughs at Onikage’s misfortune and says “Sucks to be you!” as loudly as he can towards the champion. Just as he turns around his head is nearly taken off with a kick to the face as the fans erupt into cheers!

JH: It’s Zesboca Devani! It’s Zesboca Devani!

CL: Son of a bitch!

CM: Daughter of a bitch rather, unless you know some thing we don’t Conse.

Zesboca glares down at the fallen Straight Edge Fuckamaniac and spits on him, stomping him right between the legs and letting Graver hit the highest note of his life. If this wasn’t bad enough, she does it a second time to get her point across further! She yells down at him and tells him she is coming for the Flycore title before storming out of the ring. Logan shrugs his shoulders with a “oh well” look and wanders out of the ring as Graver sheds a few tears while holding his groin.

CL: That bitch!

CM: What’s the big deal? It’s not like he can use it any more.

JH: Ouch, that’s bloody cold Chip, hopefully our FIW officials can help the other three out and break up Momoko and Onikage, they are brawling towards us!
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JH: Up next is the FIW Dual Crown Championship match, pitting the champion, Xtreme Kitten against yet another challenger in Prime.

CL: This should be a fucking blood bath after what Prime did last week.

CM: Yes, of Kitten’s blood when Prime spills it all over the canvas and wins the belts.

JH: I’m not too sure about that Chip, Kitten knows like he is out for blood in this match.

CL: Damn fucking straight he is, that roid monster attacked his girlfriend, you don’t touch another man’s piece of ass in any manner.

CM: While Lucy is one fine piece of ass, Kitten’s a freak and should die.

JH: You two have such lovely ways of referring to a woman.

CL: Hey, don’t fucking lump me in with that retard.

CM: What, would you rather I call her Kitten’s bitch, Hitchen?


MA: Ladies and gentlemen we are now ready for the scheduled main event for this edition of ReVolt. It is set for one fall to a finish and has been granted a one hour time limit by our general manager. Your official for this contest is Tony Clarke and it is for the Full Intensity Wrestling’s Dual Crown Championship!


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

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

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

CL: Dead man walking…

CM: I thought that guy was in another promotion?

JH: He is, though I think Constance meant the old saying rather than the alias to that man.


MA: Introducing first, the challenger, he hails from San Diego, California and weighs in tonight at three hundred and ten pounds and stands in at six feet and six inches…He is the Evolution of Evil…HE! IS! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMME~!!!


CL: And that’s all he’ll ever be, the challenger, guy’s too big of a psycho to be any thing else and normally I like the crazies.

CM: That’s obvious by how much you loved the freaks from that promotion in Texas.

JH: Prime has been extremely impressive in his FIW career, however, one has to wonder if the man doesn’t choke when it comes to the big matches.

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.

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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.

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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.

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I open wide my bloodshot eyes
Count the dead
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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: Ugh…how the mighty have fallen…

JH: I’d disagr…wait, was is Kitten wearing?

CL: If I were to wager a guess, it looks like some shirt with Spanish on it about a Gatito some thing, jeans, and white socks.


MA: Uh…and introducing the champion, he hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds and stands in at six feet and three inches…He is your reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…HE! IS! XXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRREEEEEEEMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNN~!!!


CM: He looks like one of those rejects you worshiped in the glorified bingo hall, Conse.

CL: Shows how much you know fuck wit, it was an actual arena.

JH: I have to admit, his attire is a tad…unorthodox.


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Before the bell can even fully ring out Kitten bolts from his corner and throws a punch in mid-run, slugging Prime across the face when he takes him off guard. The blow sends him staggering into the corner and the champion starts jamming his fists wildly into the Evolution of Evil’s cranium. Tony Clarke grimaces and tries to watch the scene as Prime slowly slumps down in the corner from all the blows from the masked man. Kitten gets so worked up he even starts throwing out head butts along with his closed fist punches.

JH: I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of Xtreme Kitten before!

CM: Ack! What is wrong with the freak?! He never punches!

CL: Those just aren’t average punches either, those suckers are closed fist punches and he’s aiming his bare knuckles right at Prime’s head!

When the bigger man slumps so far down that XK can no longer reach him with his hands or head he presses his boot against Prime’s skull, choking him on the rope! Instantly the referee gets on the feline fighter’s chase about this and starts his count that he has till he is disqualified if he doesn’t let go of the choke, though Kitten keeps doing it! When Tony Clarke is on the verge of counting the five Lucy yells at her boyfriend and grudgingly Xtreme Kitten pulls back on the choke, moments later stomping on Prime’s head for good measure though.

CM: What the hell?! That stuff is illegal! That freak never does illegal stuff in a match!

CL: Wait…Didn’t Kitten say this wouldn’t be a match to him? Maybe this is what he fucking meant by that.

JH: It would explain his questionable tactics.

Despite the questionable tactics, the fans are eating up Kitten’s abuse of his challenger when he stomps the back of Prime’s head a few more times. Realizing that he is in trouble now the Evolution of Evil rolls away from the champ and goes out onto the apron for safety. Gingerly he gets back up to his feet and when he does Xtreme Kitten is right there with him, and chucks a head butt right at his masked foe to prevent any offense. Kitten fights through the pain and head butts the bigger man right back, the sound ringing out like two football helmets colliding with each other.

CL: This is fucking sick! Xtreme Kitten just makes me like that cat loving fucker more and more!

JH: I’m not even sure what to make of this, this is less of a wrestling match and more of just a fight, a bar brawl, a street fight!

CM: That is what Constance just said a moment ago you dumb brit.

Quickly he shakes it off and head butts Kitten again and in response the champion tries to pull him back into the ring, but the challenger refuses to do so. So, in turn, XK instead rams two fingers right into Prime’s eye sockets and then drives his head forward, head butting him again! The force and shock value of the blow sends the Evolution of Evil flying off of the apron and collides chin first with the top of the barricade! Clarke tries to stop him and get him to let the referee start his count, but XK shrugs Tony off and exits the ring out after Prime.

JH: Good lord! Prime just fell about five or so feet to the floor and landed chin first on the steel fence barricade!

CM: Ouch! Hopefully it didn’t break his jaw!

CL: Yes, that would be a real fucking tragedy.

Stalking like movements come from the DC when he nears Prime, and yanks him around to strike him while catching him by surprise, but he misses the punch. Rather the challenger manages to connect with a double axe handle to the side of the masked face of the champion. Rage starts getting the better of the big man as he whips his head back, his very breathing seething in anger as he rams XK face first into the barricade. Viciously he rakes Xtreme Kitten masked face first against the steel fence barricade as the fans flip him off and jeer at him for such actions.

CM: Yeah! Teach him a lesson Prime!

CL: That has to be more fucking uncomfortable than painful with that mask on.

JH: The ruthless mindset of Prime showing through.

FIW’s senior referee calls from inside the ring for the challenger to bring the champion back into the ring, but the Evolution of Evil ignores his request. Roughly he pulls XK up and scoops him up into his arms, holding him in them like a small child and charges forward. A smack rings out when Xtreme Kitten meets the steel barricade back first and cries out in agony, Prime turns around with a sinister smirk and races forward. This time it is the back of the champ meeting the apron and once again XK screams out in agony and writhes in pain.

CL: Shit, that’s one way to cut some one’s sails.

JH: Kitten might have been doing some questionable tactics but these aren’t even questionable, these are down right dirty and borderline illegal!

CM: This is great, kill him Prime, cripple him and then kill him!

Kitten wiggles around in pain in one of the biggest men ever in FIW’s arms as he moves them away from the apron, and changes his aim to some thing more deadly. With a full head of steam, the Evolution of Evil barrels right into the steel ring post, Xtreme Kitten’s back meeting the steel! As if this wasn’t bad enough and XK’s cries of agony weren’t loud enough, moments later Prime tosses him over head in a fall away slam right into the barricade! The big man finally listens to Tony Clarke and enters the ring, breaking up the count he just started before it gets too far into it.

JH: Lord oh mighty! I don’t think Xtreme Kitten will be able to get up after that!

CM: He better not, I want Prime to be champion!

CL: And you’re the only fucking one who does.

Mockingly the challenger clutches at his back and walks around the ring, with his other hand rubbing his eyes as if he were crying about some thing to a chorus of jeers. The displeasure of the fans in attendance only serves to amuse the big man and bring a large laugh out of him as Tony Clarke shakes his head. So amused is he by tormenting the fans, Prime doesn’t notice when a small pocket of them start to cheer and applaud for some unknown reason. This reason becomes crystal clear however when Kitten slides into the ring and spear tackles the Evolution of Evil from behind and takes him down to the mat.

CM: No! Run Prime, run!

CL: That fucking cat bastard is one tough as nails son of a bitch!

JH: Kitten is back in this thing! I thought for sure that it was only a matter of time before Prime had to swoop in and pick up the victory!

Underneath the Dual Crown Champion Prime frantically maneuvers until he is on his back and facing the flurry of fists heading directly his way from the masked man. Instinctively he manages to avoid the first few and rolls the two of them, getting on top of the feline fighter and head butting him to subdue him for the briefest of moments. With him down the bigger man starts hammering the champ with forearm strikes, aiming at the mouth and nose the most. But the student of Kitten Mask doesn’t just sit around and let this happen without a fight; instead he jams his palm right into Prime’s adam’s apple!

CL: Ouch! Shit! Looked like Prime nearly swallowed that!

JH: Conse! This is a show for all ages!

CM: And you say we have dirty minds, Hitchen…

Gagging and the like occur from the Evolution of Evil when he gropes at his throbbing throat, allowing the other man in this fight to roll them over with relative ease. Fists rain down upon the helpless challenger with a vengeance and clobber every inch of him they can find. From the nose to the cheeks to the lips to the chin to the eyes to the eye brows to the forehead to the hair line and even the ears, the punches land on every spot possible. After several minutes of it and the steadily increased pace of them by Xtreme Kitten Tony can’t handle any more, he shoves XK off of Prime and calls for the bell.

JH: The match is over!

CM: What the heck is Tony doing?!

CL: Saving that big lug’s life is what he’s fucking doing!


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JH: I think Mister Clarke is making the right call, Kitten just wouldn’t stop with those punches!

CM: This is bull crap! Prime was robbed by that senile fool again!

CL: Prime’s own dumb fault.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this contest as a result of referee stoppage…and STILL Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion…XXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNN~!!!


”Body Hammer” reprises over the speakers to a mixed reaction, most cheering the fact XK retained and won, though a few unhappy with how it happened. Xtreme Kitten isn’t too happy either as he looks to mount Prime again only for Tony to stop him. The two discuss the matter with each other for several moments, eventually XK grows frustrated and snatches his belts from the ref and exits the ring. Lucy pats him on the shoulder and comforts her man as they head towards the back, Kitten grumbling to himself.

Though the champion isn’t the only one upset, Prime gets to his feet and gets right into the face of Tony Clarke, yelling at him about what he just did. Clarke tries to explain but the Evolution of Evil just keeps screaming at him that he had the match won and that the ref screwed him. Prime shoves the referee as he continues to yell at him, and Tony in turn shoves him right back and starts yelling at him. This was the completely wrong move to make with Prime, who punches the referee and then nails him with the Authority Bomb!


JH: Oh my god! Prime just Authority Bombed Tony Clarke! Some body get out here, we need help! The demon has risen in Prime! Evacuate! Evacuate! Evacuate!!! EVACUATE!!!!

CM: Here comes the security and FIW officials to try and restrain Prime!

CL: We’re all out of fucking time this week folks! For Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance, we’ll see ya next week. You wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss i-Holy shit! He’s coming this way!

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