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ReVolt; 04-25-07
Topic Started: Apr 26 2007, 03:51 AM (310 Views)
Crimson Shards
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GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE

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

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

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

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


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

HERE RIGHT NOW !!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

MIND ENDURANCE!!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


SO WRONG,
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG


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

1
2
3!!!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED


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

SO FUCKING DETERMINED
GO!!!
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"The 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: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Making his way to the ring, from MAPLE SYRUP, CANADA--

Pause for a GI-FUCKING-GANTIC crowd pop.

MA: -- EEELLLL LLUUUUMMMMBERRRRJACKOOOOOOO!!!

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.

JH: Here is a stellar tag-team competitor, and a hometown hero.

CL: I wasn’t aware we’re in Maple Syrup.

JH: I meant Canada.

CM: Wait wait wait… if all you have to do to get the crowd to like you is be a hometown hero, why do they keep throwing cups of warm maple-flavored beer at me?

CL: Because that shirt doesn’t go with those slacks. You should know better.

CM: That’s ridiculous, of course it---*GASP!* IT DOESN’T!!!

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.

-The Screen turns blue as an electric tone plays, halfway between the sound of a substation and overflying aircraft, when the screen flashes-
NO WORDS
-the tone oscillating and gaining pitch before-
CAN DESCRIBE
-shattered by a dischordant but rhythmic guitar chord with an overlying drum beat that makes it visceral in it's intensity...-

CM: This is unacceptable.

CL: What, that Phyllis doesn’t come in over the barricades anymore?

CM: No, my shirt. I’m going to go change.

We hear the sound of headphones hitting the table as Phyllis enters, a few wisps of smoke trailing behind him as his overcoat likewise spills outside, revealing the redness within... The sweat is visible on his forehead and black mesh suit...

MA: And his opponent! From the grave… he is… PHYLLIS! BATHORRYYYYYY!!!

He allows his fingers to trail the edge of the hands that reach from the crowd, but his eyes never leave the ring... there is something Manic within them, their stare too wide, unblinking, his breath uncommonly quick, a suggestion in both his manner and posture that suggesting frightening intensity... As he gets closer to the ring his agitation increases...

-The Hypnotic guitar riff plays on as an undertone evolves, seething beneath the surface and gaining urgency...-

CL: Oh, Christ. Get it over with already and get in the damn ring.

JH: It’s psychology Conse. Psyching out the opponent. You of all people, being an NGIW Alum--

CL: It’s gaytarded is what it is. Nobody’s falling for it. The fucking LUMBERJACK is scarier than he is.

JH: Well I can’t argue with Lumberjacko’s sheer terror.

Phyllis circles the ring, his pace quickening, his aggitation and enthusiam mirroring the change in the music... He suddenly darts for the ring, sliding the ropes and running at the turnbuckle-

-The undertone quickly becomes an overtone, dwarfing the original riff as inhuman howls match it with almost human words...-

Phylis runs up the ropes...

-the screen bursts into flames-

Phyllis tears off the Caple-like overcoat and snarls at the crowd...

-Humanesque shadows writhe in the flames as pitiful alien noises play accross the crackling of the fire... both sound and sight on the screen slowly fading to nothingness...-

After a few moments Phyllis leaps off the ropes and into the middle of the ring, twitching energetically as he waits for his opponent...

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: And from Detroit, Michigan… the doctor of discipline… the hero of honor… the messiah of markers… EXTREEEEEEME NINJAAAA NUMBEEERRRR TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[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: Literally nothing is creepier than the Extreme Ninja #2 Fan Brigade. They’re like horrendous little blue ninja umpa lumpas.

[align=center]DINGDINGDING![/align]

Ninja and El Lumberjacko eye one-another. Mano a mano. Stereotype a stereotype. Their sheer eye-squinting concentration is broken by Phyllis stumbling toward their corners mumbling.

Phyllis: Blooood… bloooooooood…

He claws at his throat and his eyes go wild with thirst.

JH: Does this man not know he can just skip down to the local butcher’s and BUY that stuff by the pint!?

CL: I don’t know about a lot of late-night butcher shops, Hitchen, and I’m sure Phyllis doesn’t either. He’s got a hunger to feed and the ring is the only place he can do it.

JH: Biting is a complete violation of the rules!

Ninja and Lumberjacko both look to be on their toes. Phyllis gets incredibly close, both wrestlers tensing up. He sways toward Ninja but suddenly LEAPS for El Lumberjacko!

JH: Look out, Lumberjacko!

CL: Fuck him! BLEED HIM DRY!!

Phyllis wraps his body around El Lumberjacko and sinks his teeth into the masked wrestler’s neck! Richard Kelly grabs Phyllis by the shoulders and tries to pry him off as the vampire’s fangs sink deeper into El Lumberjacko’s skin!

JH: Just disqualify him! End the match and get him off!

Phyllis suddenly releases El Lumberjacko and darts away. He rolls on the mat, choking and spitting up a thick, brown liquid.

CL: Is that…

JH: Maple Syrup! That’s 100% pure TRUE Canadian blood running through El Lumberjacko’s veins!

El Lumberjacko pulls a pancake out of his pocket and rubs his wound with it before sticking it back in his pocket. Sadly this action, while eliciting the joyous response of the fans, causes him to miss Extreme Ninja #2 holding up a sign reading “LOOK OUT EL LUMBERJACKO!” before running forward and NAILING a picture-perfect jumping knee strike! El Lumberjacko hits the mat like a sack of chopped wood.

JH: Extreme Ninja #2 possibly hearing his first boos since being with Smarty Smark.

CL: It’s Bizzaro World, Hitchen. The fans don’t make any sense up here.

JH: I’m sure I’d have no idea what you’re talking about.

El Lumberjacko gets right back up and starts WAILING on Ninja with flailing left and right forearms! Ninja gets backed into the ropes and covers his head with his sign as El Lumberjacko continues to pound on him. Richard Kelly tries to pull the hometown hero getting the killer crowd pops off Ninja, but backs off on his own by whipping the Extreme one into the opposite ropes. Ninja rebounds and El Lumberjacko drops to his back, propping his knees against his chest to ready for a monkey flip, but Ninja sees the telegraphed move and LEAPS over El Lumberjacko’s legs and DRIVES a knee into his face!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!

CL: Ah, catch-phrases. Way to fall back on something so trite, so predictable--

JH: It looks like that knee drop may have busted El Lumberjacko open!

CL: BLOOD!?

JH: *rolls eyes* Oh, my mistake… it was just part of his flannel shirt.

CL: NOOOO! Don’t taunt me with the pretty blood!

Phyllis Bathory has finally finished spitting up maple syrup and takes a running charge at EN#2. Ninja hops onto the bent-over Phyllis’ back with a mushroom stomp, runs into the ropes behind him and comes back with a --

JH: SHINING STOMP!! SHINING STOMP!!

Ninja rolls Bathory into La Magistral and RK drops to count.

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!



THREE!!!


DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!
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MA: Here is your winner… EXTREEME… NINJAAAA NUMBERRRR TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

CM: Aw, crappit! Did I miss the match?

CL: Yeah, you didn’t miss much.

JH: That’s not true at all! These young men put on a fine show for us this evening!

CL: Sure, and Chip’s new pink shirt doesn’t make him look gay.

CM: It’s not pink; it’s rose.

CL: It’s faggotry is what it is.

JH: Gentlemen!

The ninjas in the front row bow in “I’m not worthy” fashion to their Extreme Ninja master as he exits the ring to his music.
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[align=center]Ethan Adams did battle with Zesboca Devani & Elrick while Graver sat out on the apron with a hoagie the entire match. Despite the numbers being against him, Ethan managed to score quite a bit of offense for his team during the match. Not to be out done, Zesboca pulled off some impressive displays of aerial attacks and Elrick showed how completely dominant he could be. However, it was clear through out the match Elrick's head was some where else, especially when he started to refer to Ethan as "Drake". In the end Elrick snapped and used a wooden 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire on Adams, getting his team D.Q.ed as Graver ran for higher hills with his half eaten hoagie.

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

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

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

CL: I like Azazel.

CM: I do not.

JH: Nor do I.

CL: Well I’m glad we got that cleared up.

Cochise by Audioslave begins to play. The lights on the crowd fade lower as the intro continues, but not completely off, leaving the path to the ring lit brightly. The main riff hits and there is a big, quick, explosion of pyro.

MA: And his opponent! From Cheltenham, England… LIIIAAAAMMM… MOOOOOORRRTEEEEEELLLLLLL!!!

Just afterwards Liam steps out from the back. He soaks up the atmosphere for a minute before continuing to walk down to the ring. His smile beams throughout the arena as he makes his way to the ring, and when he gets there jumps over the ropes turning round to look at the all of the crowd before picking a turnbuckle to ascend to thank the fans. The music fades, and Liam jumps back down to the canvas.

CL: I do not like Liam Mortell. He is a pom.

JH: HEY! I’m a pom! --I mean… I’m british! That’s offensive!

CL: So, Hitchen likes him. Chip?

CM: Meh.

The PA system kicks into life as the opening chords of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones echoes across the arena. Rising to their feet, the fans turn their attention toward the stage as the house lights turn to a bright shade of red. After a few seconds, 'The KoopaManiac' Ash Koopa steps through the gateway onto the stage playing in tune with the music on his air guitar.

MA: And their opponent… AAAAAAAASSSSHHH… KOOOOOOOOOOOPAAAA!!!

Reaching the edge of the stage, Ash pauses for a second and looks around the arena, then quickly makes his way down the steps whilst pointing out at the fans. Singing along with the lyrics of his entrance theme, Ash strolls along the aisle and slaps hands with the fans on either side as he makes his way toward the ringside area. As he reaches the ring, Ash veers left and begins scanning the crowd, before removing his headband and placing it on the head of a child in the front row.

CM: Do you think Michael Anderson has an opinion on the wrestlers?

CL: Herr Krahe doesn’t pay him to have an opinion.

JH: Krahe doesn’t pay you to have such an attitude either!

CL: Uh… yeah he does. It’s literally in my contract.

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

[align=center]DINGDINGDING![/align]

Ash and Liam both smirk at each other and turn to Azazel, who does not look especially thrilled with his predicament. Nonetheless, Azazel beckons them come. They shrug and rush him, taking him down with a double clotheslin--NO! Azazel ducks underneath!

CL: Such an agile lil demon.

Ash charges forward with the intent to shoulder tackle, but Azazel shoves him downward and leap frog’s over his head--STRAIGHT into Liam’s arms! Liam performs a decent belly to back suplex and gets a decent pop from the crowd!

JH: And just as agile as Azazel is, Ash and Liam have GREAT teamwork!

CL: Teamwork nothin’! That was luck!

CM: Yeah, well, so was Azazel ducking!

CL: … you don’t luck into a duck, you moron. He didn’t stoop to pick up a penny!

Belial grabs the top rope and starts to pull himself upward, but Azazel shakes his head, saying he’ll handle them himself. That he’s got something to prove. Belial reluctantly backs away and folds his arms over his chest.

JH: For all his shortcomings, I’ve gotta give Azazel credit for wanting to do this the honorable way.

CL: Bah. Honor. He just wants the pleasure of murdering them himself!

Azazel rises and is INSTANTLY met with a double clothesline that sends him flipping over the top rope and into Belial’s arms!

JH: Doesn’t seem to be doing a very good job with that proof.

CL: You shut up, Bitchen.

Belial rights his master and Azazel huffs, hopping up onto the apron and slingshot ting into the ring with a cross body that flattens both of his attackers to the mat.

CL: And hey, while we’re talking about honor, what the fuck’s the deal with Limey and Gooney teaming up on poor Azazel in this three-way?

JH: Because THEY have honor for one another! Respect, compassion… friendship!

CL: How the fuck is that fair!?

JH: I never said it was… but then, since when does Azazel always follow the rules.

CL: Fuck you.

CM: … I want to talk. WHY DOESN’T WIGHT WRITE ME!?!?

The blue demon curls up to stand and face his also-standing foes. His eyes flit between the two before Ash decides flexing his muscles is pertinent. This causes Azazel to LEAP at Liam, DRIVING a balled fist into the British brawler’s throat!

CL: What a lethal punch to the neck! YES!

Azazel slides into a sort of neck breaker and WAILS fists into Liam’s injured shoulder! Ash doesn’t stand for this, of course, prying Azazel off and pulling him to his feet. The demon CRACKS a spinning backfist into Ash’s cheekbone, which causes Ash to point The Finger and shout “YOU!”

CM: Oh, see, Azazel’s gone and done it now. Ash is Koopin’ Up!

CL: Shut the fuck up. You hate Ash.

CM: Yeah, but I hate you more.

Ash POUNDS a hammer-sized fist of his own into Azazel’s face! The demon reels a bit and actually TRIPS over Liam’s prone form!

JH: Not so agile now is he?

Liam rises, smirking at Azazel’s misfortune and joins Ash in stomping him a nice mudhole. Belial looks positively livid on the outside, pacing with his hands on his hips and GLARING at the men in the ring. Ash helps Liam to lift Azazel up onto his shoulders, then climbs the turnbuckle. He clasps both hands together and shakes them in a celebratory pose as Azazel rouses on Liam’s shoulders.

CM: What the hell are they doing?

JH: Looks like they’re setting up for a Doomsday Device!

CM: Oh, right. Like Ash could cause doom. It’s more like an… Ash Wednesday Device.

JH: Well regardless of what it is, it looks like Azazel’s about to get some of it!

Ash LEAPS off the turnbuckle with his hands extended for a double axe handle, but Azazel DROPS backward off Liam’s shoulders and Axe CRASHES fists-first into Liam’s head!! What’s more, as Liam falls he lands with one knee up and Ash finds that knee DRIVEN into his testicles!

CL: HA! HAAA!! IN YOUR FACE! IN YOUR FACE!! IN AAAALLL OF YOUR FACES!!!

The Koopamaniac falls forward onto Liam, whose shoulders ARE against the mat… so Michaela Menendez drops to count!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!



DING! DING! DING![/align]

MA: Liam Mortell has been eeeeliminated!

CL: AAAAHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AAAAAAHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

JH: Don’t revel in your ironic victory TOO long, Conse. Azazel still has to go through Ash.

CL: OH GODS! You’re RIGHT! He has to defeat the guy who’s currently CRADLING HIS BALLS AND WEEPING LIKE AN INFANT.

CM: Conse has a point. Ash is easily defeated by ice cream, this shouldn’t be a problem.

JH: We all have our vices.

Ash staggers to his feet, looking around confused. He looks down and realizes what he’s done, but doesn’t get any chance for comic reaction as Azazel NAILS him with a curving capoeria-style kick to the face! Ash stumbles backward into the ropes and Azazel is quick to follow him there, rolling him over to RAAAKE his eyes across the top rope!

JH: That’s deplorable!

CL: Hey, we all have our vices.

JH: This isn’t a vice! It’s… it’s…

CL: It’s time to shut up and let me enjoy the match.

Michaela tells Azazel to release Ash, but the demon doesn’t listen, so she forcibly PULLS him off his victim! Azazel doesn’t take kindly to this and starts yelling at her, giving Ash time to recover the precious sight he needs to NAIL AZAZEL IN THE FACE WITH AN ASH BOMBER!!!

JH: And Ash is making a comeback!

CL: So long as it’s not an ‘88 Comeback, I’m fine with that.

With Azazel on the ground, Ash charges to the ropes and rebounds off, coming up and HOPPING into the air for a--

JH: LEG DROP OF DOOOOOOM!!!!!!!1

CL: NO! Azazel moved! HAHA!

Ash sits on the mat with a look of sheer pain on his face, which is about an inch closer to his tailbone than before thanks to him landing ass-first on the mat. Azazel quickly swirls his arms in an arcane pattern in the air before THRUSTING his palm forward, a ball of fire flying forth into Ash’s face!

CL: EAT SATAN POWERS, BITCH!!!

Ash flops against the mat, frantically rolling and smacking himself in the face to put the fire out. Azazel walks over and pulls him up by the ears before slapping a forearm against his chest and BACKFLIPPING into a single-arm slam!

CL: AND THE EX NIHILO!!

Azazel maintains the arm across Ash’s chest and Michaela drops for the count!

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!




THREE!!!


DINGDINGDINGDINGDING![/align]

MA: Your winner… AAAAAAZAAAAAYYYYYZEEEEELLLLLL!!!

CL: IN YOUR STUPID FACES, BITCHES!! My man won!

CM: I’m going to go cry myself to sleep now…

Oh, but Azazel’s not done yet. He rolls Ash over and sits on his chest, placing his thumbs over his eyes…

JH: Oh no… what’s he doing to Ash!?

CL: What the little bitch deserves!

Azazel starts chanting in much the same fashion as he did two weeks ago, and Michaela steps forward to stop him, but Belial steps over the top rope and into the ring, grabbing Michaela by her shirt and WRENCHING her backward before FLINGING her away!

JH: And Belial! Just cast Michaela aside! Like a rag doll!

CL: To him, she is! Now NOBODY can stop Azazel!

JH: Nobody except security!

CM: The calvary’s here!

CL: Cavalry.

CM: Whatever.

Security does indeed flood ringside and stare in the ring, but is too menaced by Belial to do much more than stare.

JH: Where the hell’s their organization!? Where the hell is Lazaro!?

Yet another question that’s quickly answered as El Lumberjacko comes charging from the back to a HUUUUUUGE crowd pop, wielding a metal fire axe! Lazaro is hot on his heels, grabbing for him and trying to restrain the smaller, quicker man!

JH: EL LUMBERJACKO! EL LUMBERJACKO! FINALLY SOMEONE TO STOP THIS!!

El Lumberjacko slides into the ring and SWINGS for Azazel! Azazel flattens against Ash and rolls out of the way, meaning he keeps his head, but he breaks his hold on Ash Koopa!

JH: THANK GOD!! THANK GOD!! ASH IS SAVED!! EL LUMBERJACKO JUST SAVED ASH!!

The movement catches Belial’s attention, however, and he stalks toward El Lumberjacko. The Canada native swings his weapon at Belial, but the monster catches it and RIPS it from his grasp! Belial raises the weapon and BENDS IT AT THE SHAFT, tossing it aside like garbage!

CM: Lumberjacko better run, or he’s going to meet the same fate as Michaela!

At ringside, Lazaro seems utterly FURIOUS and is SCREAMING at the guards in Spanish and pointing to the ring! They seem to understand what he’s saying (or at least that he’s pissed) and start sliding in in droves, trying to pull Belial away from El Lumberjacko! Belial turns and KNOCKS A WAVE OF SECURITY DOWN WITH A LONG-LIMBED, MUSCULAR STRIKE!!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!!

Belial turns around and charges a clutch of security, knocking them aside with his own body like bowling pins!

JH: THE STRENGTH OF BELIAL IS TERRIFYING!!

Lazaro realizes he’s out of security, and makes for the ring himself when Liam Mortell slides in and starts PUMMELLING on Belial! Belial turns to attack his new victim, but El Lumberjacko joins him in attacking, and Belial is being forced to the ropes!!

JH: YES!! YES!! TAKE HIM DOWN!!!

Ash, too, rises from the mat. He’s dazed, but joins in the attack on Belial! The three drive him to the ropes and with their combined strength, SHOVE him over the top rope, causing him to spill onto the floor outside!

JH: THE TEAM WITHOUT A NAME HAS OVERPOWERED THE MONSTER, BELIAL!!

Lazaro stands by, watching as Azazel cries out in fury, looking at Belial spilled out over the floor. He SCREAMS with otherworldly rage as Belial starts to rise, and our cameras change scenery.
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The scene suddenly fades into the backstage area where geek-o-zoid #1 and former bed-wetter Toby Bostock is methodically searching in the rooms along the corridor… first of which has a mop nearly decapitate the poor lad as he fails to take note of the words “Supply Closet” on the front.

Toby: …Hmmm…

Ever more the wiser, Toby continues on his quest to locate… what exactly? Perhaps we’ll find out as he opens the next door… however as he opens the door his face contorts to that of sheer horror.

To put it more philosophically, think of what would happen if the average person encountered a loathsome primordial evil of some sort… or in an alternative less philosophical manner, just picture Lex Luger being told he’s taking a urine test in an hour.

And, yes… we do have the traditional scream to go along with it.

Toby: Ahhh!!

…or just a slight gasp of surprise, if you will.

The camera turns to view what it was in the room that has shocked the loveable geek to see it is a young woman (or at least we think it’s a woman) with ghost-pale skin with long jet-black hair with several distinctly bright red streaks dressed in an outfit more fit for certain underground “gentlemen’s clubs” in places we’d rather not speak about.

However, the momentary sight of this disturbing (or enthralling, if you’re that pervy) sight is disrupted as the sight of a morbid yet slightly more familiar woman comes into our view… of course, I speak only of Vamp.

Her eyes are covered with the sun-shades she’s always wearing as she is dressed in her usual garments with an olive drab coat hung over her shoulders… Vamp lets out a soft sigh, the eerie visible mist lightly creeping out her mouth as she passes a condescending look at Toby Bostock.

Vamp: What is it you want, whelp?

With a confused look on his face, most likely wondering what exactly a “whelp” is, Toby states his intention to the Romanian native…

Toby: Oh, err… I was just… wanting an interview from you and… got surprised at… her.

Looking over her shoulder at the girl from before, Vamp insensitively scoffs and motions with her head for the said girl from before to go someplace else, which she does by leaving our view by going further into the blind side of the room from the camera’s perspective… did you get all that?

Vamp turns her head towards Toby once again, smiling lightly.

Vamp: That is just Libussa, you have nothing to fear from her.

Now… what is you wished to ask me?


Toby: Uh… yes, I first wanted to ask you what you were doing here… seeing as how you don’t have a match this week and all…

Vamp: I am relaxing. We are in Canada and very close to Quebec… do you have a problem with that?

Toby: Uh… no… what does Quebec have to do with this?

Vamp titters softly at Toby’s “unenlightened” nature… or perhaps it’s just being amused at his geek demeanour

Vamp: Quebec is… Quebec is known for appreciating good wrestling. Something I can do quite well, if I may say so.

Ambivalently shrugging his shoulders, Toby finds himself in reluctant agreement… for whatever reason

Toby: OK, uh… what do you think of FIW so far?

Vamp: As much as I’d like to be impressed, I find myself grossly dissatisfied with what is on offer… much with the same as any American wrestling promotion I have wrestled for.

Toby: Oh? How so?

Vamp brushes a few of her blonde locks behind her ear…

Vamp: To put it bluntly, in my day wrestling was wrestling… wrestling didn’t involve the use of extravagant amount of suplexes aimed at crushing someone’s vertebrae, but such is the quality of wrestler these days… the majority of us never allowed ourselves to be hit with Brainbusters or whatever it is these idiotic Kine are using these days.

Wrestling in my day didn’t involve the use of acrobatic displays better suited to a group of skinny fourteen year old midgets bouncing on a trampoline… it didn’t involve cartoonish would-be heroes masquerading themselves as these Japanese I keep hearing about.

And wrestling especially didn’t involve a group of fat truck-stop stalking psychopaths who couldn’t wrestle their way out of a wet paper bag, even if you handed them a few of the sharp objects they admire so greatly.

Quite frankly, Toby… I’ve come here with the intent on starting my own Inquisition.


Toby looks at her in a flustered manner… as anyone would be when a strange Eastern European woman says such things to you

Toby: Inquisition? As in, The Spanish Inquisition.

Vamp merely chuckles lightly at such a comparison as she removes her sun-shades, revealing her hauntingly beautiful light blue eyes…

Vamp: No… not The Spanish Inquisition. This will be more of an Heretical Inquisition… an Inquisition where I seek to cleanse this promotion of all that has sullied it for so many years.

I look to wash away the misdeeds of the past generation or two in rivers of my opposition’s blood… or tears, if you’re quite squeamish.

Those who follow the same path as me are welcome to join my Crusade… otherwise, should they fail to measure up to my standards their fate at my hands will be as vile as their offences.

Have we made ourselves clear… Toby?


He nods quickly…

Vamp: Good… have a delightful night, as I intend to have.

Toby passes a curious glance as Vamp shuts the door in his face…

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

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


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

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


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

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


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

MA: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, currently standing in the ring at this time at a combined weight of five hundred and twenty three pounds, they are the team of Nightmare and Grant Rice, REVOLUTION!

CM: "What's so great about these two? I don't see why the crowd likes them, they're worthless."

JH: "Could be the fact they're the tag-team champions, Chip. Or the fact that they actually care about the fans."

CM: "Pssh, champions are over-rated and so are the fans."

The crowd pop crazily for this and begin to cheer loudly, but it’s cut short as “X” by Black Feather Orchestra hits the PA system. Out from the back walks Mr. Blond, unaccompanied by his partner for the match, Daisuke Tanaka. He stands at the top of the ramp for a few seconds, then makes his way down to ringside. Passing around the other side of the ring to avoid Chris Sanders and his jolly group, he makes his way to the opposite corner from Revolution. Hopping up on the ring apron, Mr. Blond makes himself comfortable.

MA: “And their opponents, at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds, Daisuke Tanaka and Mr. Blond, THE TANAKA ZAIBATSU!

CM: "Here's the two guys I'm excited to see. They're the true epitomy of what a tag-team should be. And I wouldn't be surprised to see them win the belts sometime soon."

Michael Anderson signals to the time keeper on the outside of the ring who quickly rings the bell to get this match underway. The only problem is that Mr. Blond is without a partner.

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Before the two teams are even able to pick who should go first, the lights in the arena flash off and turn back on as fast as they turned off. Standing in the ring is Daisuke with a boken gripped firmly in hand. Nightmare turns to talk to his partner, and they nod at each other in agreement. Grant takes his place on the apron, while Nightmare makes his way towards Daisuke. The two exchange a hate filled stare with each other and just as it looks like they’re going to lock up, Daisuke lashes out with his boken, narrowly missing the head of Nightmare. He turns around to try to deliver another shot, only to meet the sole of Nightmare’s boot in his face. Whatever grip he had on his weapon is lost, leaving the wooden katana no place to go except outside the ring. Reeling from the shock of getting booted in the face, Tanaka stumbles back into the ropes. Nightmare whips him off and on the return lifts him overhead, slamming him shortly after with a HUGE gorilla press slam. He goes to make the cover, having to force Tanaka down to the mat in the process because he’s sitting up clutching at his back.

[align=center]1…!


2…!


NO, IT’S BROKEN UP BY MR. BLOND![/align]


Not even phased by the kick, Nightmare turns to gaze at Mr. Blond who scampers back to his corner after breaking up the pinfall attempt. He gets to his feet and brings Tanaka with him, bringing the end of his foot to meet Tanaka’s gut and doubling him over. Nightmare runs off into the ropes, only to come back leaping at Daisuke with a clothesline that almost takes his head off. He follows the move with another pin attempt.

JH: "That's got to hurt for sure. The headless horsemen called, he wants Nightmare to give Daisuke back his head."

CM: "You're not funny, Jonathan."

JH: "Oh, shut up, how would you know?"

[align=center]1…!


2…!


NIGHTMARE BREAKS THE PIN![/align]


Just as Mr. Blond is about to break the pinfall again, Nightmare thinks better of it and does so himself, standing up to meet one half of The Tanaka Zaibatsu before he can lay in another kick. Blond begins to back away, cornering himself against the turnbuckle. Just as Nightmare is about to lay in with forearm strikes, Daisuke attacks from behind with a dropkick that sends him headfirst into the top turnbuckle as Blond moves out of the way. The two of them catch him as he stumbles backwards, planting him with a double reverse DDT. Blond makes his way back to the apron, while Daisuke makes a cover.

[align=center]1…!


NO, NIGHTMARE POWERS OUT!
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Not even letting his opponent get a two count, Nightmare powers out and tosses Daisuke off of him. He gets back to his feet, met with stiff kicks to the sides from Tanaka, attempting to throw a haymaker only to have it countered into an armdrag. Daisuke rolls through into a fujiwara armbar right after the armdrag, cinching it in tight and wrenching at it, trying to break the arm in half.

JH: "He's certainly working towards breaking that arm right off Nightmare. And I wouldn't be surprised if he did after the work he's putting into it."

CM: "Yup, Daisuke Tanaka is one smart cookie. Meanwhile that oaf of a champion, Nightmare, doesn't know the first thing about an armbar much less a hammerlock."

J.J. goes over to ask Nightmare if he wants to tap out, but he loudly responds with a NO! Almost to toy with Grant Rice, Tanaka looks up with a sneer on his face and wrenches in the armbar more, causing Nightmare to groan a little. Once more J.J. asks him if he wants to submit, and once more he yells back at him, NO! The crowd begins to clap in unison to rally Revolution some support, and Nightmare feeds off of that. Inch by inch he works himself up from the mat, until finally he’s standing again. Daisuke lets go of the armbar and attempts to nail him with a kick to the head, only to have it get caught. He starts to hop on one foot, trying to keep his balance, but it’s no good. Nightmare grabs him, only to throw him overhead a second later with an exploder suplex that sends Daisuke right near the corner of Revolution.

Both men are down and J.J. begins a count.

[align=center]1!


2!


3!


4!


5![/align]


The first to their feet is Nightmare, who makes his way over to his corner to tag in Grant Rice. Like a locomotive coming out of the station full blast, he levels Daisuke with a clothesline as he’s getting to his feet. Nightmare and Grant whip him into the ropes and as he comes back, nail him in the face with a double big boot. J.J. argues with Nightmare to go back to his corner and eventually he does so, but not after assisting Grant with some much needed boots to Daisuke.

Almost stumbling to his feet, Tanaka has to use the ropes to help him up, but Rice is right there to lay in more punishment. As he comes closer, he reaches out to grab Daisuke and gets met with a thumb to the eye. He staggers backwards, rubbing his eye where he was just poked, while Tanaka makes a tag to Mr. Blond. Taking a much deserved rest on the outside, Mr. Blond comes in to take over for their team.

JH: "Now that's not fair. Using dirty tactics like that to gain a quick advantage is never worthwhile."

CM: "Not worthwhile, eh? I think it just got him a tag to his partner, mister smarty pants."

Just as Rice is regaining his eyesight, Mr. Blond gives him another thumb to the eye and stomps on his left foot. He leads Grant over to the ropes and takes him by the back of the head, grinding his face into the top rope as the referee fusses with him to stop. Blond continues the misuse of the ropes by using all his strength to force Grant’s throat down on it, choking the life out of him in the process. J.J. starts a count and just as he counts to four Blond lets go of the choke. Soon after he starts the choke up again, releasing it once J.J. reaches a count of four. Mr. Blond takes Rice down with a double leg takedown, floating over with a jack-knife cradle.

[align=center]1…!


2…!


IS IT?! NO, GRANT RICE KICKS OUT![/align]


Mr. Blond tries again for another cover, this time pinning the shoulders to the mat with both hands.

[align=center]1…!


2!


NO, GRANT RICE KICKS OUT AGAIN![/align]


Blond gives up the pinfall attempts, resorting to go back to his cheating ways by wrapping both hands around the throat of Grant Rice, slowly cutting off the air way of his opponent. The referee argues with him to release the choke, and as he does so Grant lashes out with a punch that connects with Blond’s head, forcing him to loosen his grip slightly. A few punches later and Grant is back to his feet with Blond fearing for his life. He slams his boot into the end of Blond’s gut, making him double over and get put into a standing headscissors. Grant plays to the crowd by throwing his hand in the air, receiving cheers in response, before lifting Mr. Blond overhead and then slamming him back down to the mat with a powerbomb. He makes his way over to his team’s corner, tagging in Nightmare who’s had a good rest.

Unfortunately for them while this happened Daisuke entered the ring and dragged Blond over to his corner, before ducking back out to the apron and tagging him, and then re-entering the ring to make himself the legal man. Nightmare and Tanaka lock up in the middle of the ring with a collar-elbow tieup. Not having the height or weight advantage, Daisuke easily gives into the power of Nightmare, leaving himself on the defense. Nightmare forces him into the nearby corner and begins to lay into him with haymakers, chops, punches, and slaps. He stops only long enough for Daisuke to dazedly stumble out of the corner and straight into a DDT from Nightmare. He hooks the leg and makes a cover on Daisuke right after.

[align=center]1…!


2…!


OH MY GOD, YES, THEY’VE DONE IT! FUCK, NO, JUST AT THE LAST SECOND DAISUKE KICKS OUT!


THAT WAS TWO AND THREE QUARTERS AT LEAST![/align]


JH: "JESUS CHRIST, THAT WAS CLOSE!"

CM: "Pssh, Daisuke had him fooled all along and was just playing possum to lure Nightmare in."

Nightmare gets back to his feet and lifts Daisuke up, hitting a few more forearms, before placing him on the top turnbuckle in a sitting position. He follows after and makes his way to the middle turnbuckle, hooking Tanaka in a front facelock, going for what appears to be a superplex. It’s all for naught though as Mr. Blond hops onto the ring apron and hits Nightmare with several clubs to the back, distracting the big man. He steps down from the turnbuckle to be met with more hard shots from Mr. Blond, each more uneffective than the last. Nightmare goes to lay in a haymaker on him, only for him to grab his head and pull him down throat first on the top rope. Mr. Blond hops back onto the ring apron though, flailing his arms around to get the referee’s attention and distract him.

After regaining his senses Daisuke gets down from the top rope and goes to the outside, meanwhile Nightmare is still kneeling down in the ring holding his throat after what just happened. Grant Rice is standing on the apron trying to rally the crowd and support his partner when out of nowhere he’s cracked in the back with a boken shot from Daisuke. One more hard shot and he’s down on the outside, while Daisuke makes his way back inside. Nightmare gets to his feet and turns around too late, as Tanaka levels him with a crack to the skull from the boken. The big man continues to stand though, and Daisuke smashes him once more with the wooden katana. And still Nightmare continues to stand, so Daisuke hits him again, this time shattering the weapon in several directions. Almost out on his feet, Nightmare doesn’t fall or make a sudden step. Tanaka rolls him up into a pin and Mr. Blond steps down from the apron, directing the referee’s attention back to the action.

[align=center]1…!


2…!


PLEASE, DON’T LET THIS BE IT! NO, NO!


3…!


ARGH![/align]


CM: "BOO YAH! IN YOUR FACE, JONATHAN! LOOK AT THAT WIN BY THE TANAKA ZAIBATSU!"

JH: "Yeah, yeah, I saw. And look at what they had to do just to take Nightmare out."

CM: "Don't hate the player, hate the game."

MA: “Here are your winners, the team of Daisuke Tanaka and Mr. Blond, they are…THE TANAKA ZAIBATSU!

They aren’t done yet though as Mr. Blond re-enters the ring and the two of them go to town on Nightmare, laying in stiff kicks to the head, chest, legs, arms, anything they can get a shot in at. Daisuke brings him to his feet and signals to Mr. Blond as the two of them begin to stalk Nightmare. This party’s ruined though, as Grant storms the ring and takes out Daisuke with a clothesline over the top rope, sending both men outside the ring. Mr. Blond continues to take initiative however, locking in the Choke Sleeper on Nightmare and bringing him down to the mat.

Chris Sanders after seeing all of this unfold makes his way inside the ring and attempts to break up the carnage by pulling Mr. Blond off of Nightmare. He yells at Mr. Blond and asks him what he thinks he’s doing. There’s no response to follow, except a mist that sprays forth from Mr. Blond’s mouth that hits Chris Sanders directly in the face and eyes, and Nightmare gets the same treatment when he tries to get up. They begin to roll around on the mat in agony, holding their faces and screaming out in pain. The camera zooms in to see that it almost looks like their faces are melting off as steam rises from their face and a hissing sound can be heard.

Grant Rice rolls into the ring and attempts to take Mr. Blond out, but he bails from the ring and gathers up Daisuke who’s been left on the outside after Grant’s beating. The Tanaka Zaibatsu walk up the ramp with confident looks on their faces after what they’ve just done. EMTs rush to the ring and attempt to attend to Chris Sanders while Grant Rice checks on his tag-team partner, as well as Chris who’s still howling in anguish.

JH: "Oh my god, this is just sickening. I hope that Chris Sanders and Nightmare are alright."

CM: "Please, they just need to walk it off. And anyways, Chris shouldn't have stepped into the ring in the first place."
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CL: What we got up next, if it’s crap I’ll… ah ARM’s match, now we’re talking business.

JH: After the actions of Drake, I hope Sean beats him senseless!

CL: Jonathon, this a mean streak we see? It’s weak so stop flailing like a school girl on her PMS.

CM: He can’t help it, besides Megan needed a shock in her life, Elrick weren’t doing it for her.

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

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

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

MA: The following match is a Ex-ARM’s Match, hailing from Denver, Colorado and weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds… DDDRRRRAAAAAAAAKEEE LLLLUUUUVVVVVVVEEEEEE!!!!!!!

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

[align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me.
This is what I thought, so think me naive
I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
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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: This man‘s actions lately make me sick!

CM: Quit whining, as long as Elrick gets has ass kicked, it‘s always entertaining .

CL: No, as long as this ain’t no boring swing your weapon and hit me ARM’s match, I’m going to be more then happy.

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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: And his opponent… hailing from Fairfield, Connecticut and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… SSSEEEEEEAAAAAAANNNN MMMAAAADDDDRROX!!!!

[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.

CM: And your Fighting Spirit Champion.

JH: He robbed that title and you know it.

CM: Oh quit whining man, your becoming worse then Kurt.

CL: Both of you shut up, one of them is champion, that’s all that matters, now blood, so shush.

As both men hold there weapons and look towards each other, Sean a 2x4 with nails hanging from it and Drake a steel shovel, Fuzz simply calls for the bell as the battle commences. Both men come out of there corners cautiously, looking at each other’s chosen arm, it’s obvious there’s gonna be pain in the future so both circle the ring cautiously. As both do Drake suddenly lunges forward taking a swing but Sean dodge’s just as both get back into a position where they circle the ring once again, keeping a close eye on each other. Before Sean even notices though, Drake again lunges, but this time lowly and cracks his shovel against Sean’s shin’s Sean drops to his knees instantly but Drake then swings for Sean’s skull, but Sean rolls from it, standing up quickly as the two go back to a facing off stance, Sean leaning down to check on his shins.

CL: Oh come on! Hit each other!

JH: Trying to play mind games Conse.

CL: Screw games, even the fans are starting to fall asleep and we’re almost two minutes into the match.

CM: There just showing people like Elrick, how to actually wrestle these kind of matches.

Drake and Sean again begin to circle the ring, the pair looking towards each other intensely before both lunge, this time there weapons collide in somewhat of a swash buckling way, but Sean soon takes advantage as he boots Drake in the gut making him double over, not losing drip of the shovel and Sean then simply smashes the 2x4 down on Drake’s back as Drake raises up feeling the spikes jag into his back as he moves forward in pain. Sean doesn’t give him chance to recuperate as he moves to the doubled over Drake and places the 2x4 in the air, about to bring it down again, but Drake sees it coming as he quickly spins and drops Sean down with a drop toe hold, having Sean’s face smash into his own weapon, missing the nails but still head butting the 2x4 with some impact.

CL: That’s more like it.

CM: That’s how you evade, lovely done.

CL: Lovely? Oh Chip, your such a fudge packer.

JH: Drake’s bleeding already? Good.

CM: You still angry at him? Actually don’t reply I know you’ll get all warm and sweaty.

Drake’s first to his feet, looking down at Sean who checks his face for blood as he clutches his 2x4 in his hand, Drake doesn’t care though as he brings his shovel down hard over Sean’s back several time’s really smashing it down harder and harder as Sean just tries to protect himself but Drake then suddenly switches his shovel into a submission tool as he grabs Sean’s legs in a Boston crab, but a new variation as he stands on the ends as Sean’s legs are wrapped over the shovel, knowing it won’t hold Drake’s weight for long he stands off, as Sean checks his legs for pain, Drake picks up his weapon breaking a Fuzz count that reached two.

JH: Ouch, that was very innovative.

CM: Thought you hated Drake?

JH: I can’t doubt his Talent, I CAN doubt his motives.

Drake then moves over to Sean, lifting him up but turning to look towards the clock that reads 7:01, he then grabs Sean by the hair and plants his head into the turnbuckle, turning Sean around and then moving back before setting up for something as he seems to charge towards Sean with the Shovel’s wooden pole, but Sean having enough of the beating, kips up onto the first rope then leaps forwards delivering a missile dropkick to Drake knocking himself and Drake to the canvas. Both releasing there weapons though as it’s done, Fuzz sees this and begins a count as the clock on the ReVolt-Trion reads 8:49.

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2![/align]

Both Sean and Drake take a hold of there weapons, both not looking to great but safe for now as Fuzz tells the crowd the weapons were grabbed at a two count.

CL: See Chip, this is hardcore, non of that Slam! Crap.

CM: Excuse me! We pioneered…

CL: Piss all, NGIW made hardcore so don’t even start bitch.

JH: *Coughs* Owned *Coughs*

Drake and Sean both get to there feet, slowly but not as if there drained yet and look towards each other, Drake’s back is a little bloodied but you can see both are still fully able to fuck each other up. As both again begin to circle the ring, Drake come sin for a leg sweep but Sean stomps on his free hand making Drake clutch it releasing his weapon, Drake though reaches for it quickly leaving himself open as Sean sits on Drake’s back quickly and using his 2x4 applies a vicious looking Camel Clutch, he wrenches back with everything he has screaming almost as Drake tries to break free with punches from his free hand, but finally smashes the shovel into Sean’s face making him reel off, but as he does so the bell sounds signaling the end of the first round and the crowd let off a cheer, not at them but the action.

JH: Round one over, who is winning this one in your opinion then Conse?

CL: Fuck knows, both are looking to mess each other up, loving it.

CM: Sean is, Slam! legend simple really, he‘s going to show Drake some things, not knocking Drake of course.

As both have moved back to there respected corners, Fuzz signals for the clock to go again as round two begins, both ready and come out of there corner as the bell sounds and round two begins. Straight away it begins with intensity as Drake come at Sean with some forearm shots from his free arm before grabbing and locking him in a front chancery, using the shovel to choke Sean with a modified Guillotine Choke. But not for long though as Sean smashes his 2x4 over Drake’s back making him releases the hold a bit, well enough for Sean to take his 2x4 and place it along Drake’s back with his hand and then snap him over with a northern lights suplex right onto the 2x4, even the fans let out a “Ohhh!” as Drake’s back lands right on the nails and he rolls off them with blood sliding from his back now more so.

JH: My god! That was sick!

CL: Your damn right, blood and suplexes, it’s like a fucking birthday present!

CM: Great innovation by Sean there.

Sean sits up grabbing his 2x4 as Drake holds his back, feeling the blood coming from his back, not pouring but he has a crimson covered back now, Sean doesn’t care though as he grabs his 2x4 and slide sit down Drake’s back, feeling the flesh rip Drake rolls out of the ring to avoid anymore punishment for now as Sean raises the 2x4 in celebration as the fans give him a mixed reaction.

JH: Oh god, I’m going to be sick, how can you condone this?

CL: Ratings baby, Ratings!

As Drake stands outside it seems like Sean has some plans of his own, signaling for something as Drake begins to slowly stand to his feet, Sean runs to the ropes and comes back diving through the ropes towards Drake 2x4 first, but Drake sees it coming and with one of the hardest shots ever smashes his shovel into the 2x4, making it crash into Sean’s forehead as he crashes to the mats with a sick thud. Drake knowing there’s a five count slides in, then back out of the ring breaking the count as he looks down at Sean who’s skull is not bleeding and Drake’s reaction shows everything as he grins. He then picks up Sean who’s just about able to hold his 2x4 and rolls him into the ring, blood smearing his face and Drake loves it as he rolls in the ring after him and then stands looking down towards the bloodied Sean.

CL: Now that is how you mess someone up, NGIW style.

JH: By killing them almost? It’s barbaric!

CL: Great isn’t it?

Drake lifts Sean to his feet, he then proceeds to Irish whip Sean who runs to the ropes and comes back ducking a shovel swing performed by Drake, and comes off the ropes with a springboard, suing the 2x4 as a lariat and clobbers Drake over the head making him instantly drop to the canvas as Sean rolls and almost slides out of the ring. Not wasting any time Sean moves to Drake, lifting him up then placing the 2x4 over Drake’s back again, he then lifts and drops Drake down onto the canvas with a basic but very effective Sidewalk slam, the move itself so simple but landing on the nails again Drake seems in agony.

CM: See, innovator of violence right there, Sean’s such…

CL: He ain’t going to fuck you, so shut up.

Sean stands and moves yet again moves to Drake not taking any chances for a comeback looking at the clock that reads 19:29, he realizes this move has to count so he places his 2x4 on the canvas then quickly lifts up Drake to his feet before grabbing Drake by the throat, he lifts him up high into the air and looks about ready to chokeslam Drake right onto the 2x4, but Drake in mid-air reveres hooking the arm and drops down RIGHT! Onto the 2x4 with a arm breaker, Sean’s arm drives into the nails as he screams out in agony, clutching his left arm in pain as he grabs his weapon with his right in sheer common sense, but the pain of his left arm just seems unbearable as he watches the blood come from it, but no more action can commence as the bell goes to end round two, both men looking worse for ware.

JH: I… I…

CL: Have seen awesome action, this is brutality, not as good as Cold Solider, but we can’t be fussy… well I can.

CM: These men are showing the world how great they are, you people need to respect them!

JH: For one match, you forgetting the countless things they’ve done before this match, it ain’t gonna happen.

Fuzz looks at both men who are on there knees, taking a breather, this one has been highly competitive and highly bloody and it’s gonna get worse from here as the bell sounds signaling the penultimate round, round three. Instantly as the bell sounds, both men kneel over towards each other and begin smashes right into each other, seeing who will buckle first as each strike gets stiffer and stiffer, the intensity only double and even quadruples as they both stand and begin hitting each other with stiff as hell forearms until Sean drives his 2x4 into Drake’s gut and then drops him down with a sick DDT, right into the nails head first, rolling off Drake’s forehead instantly reveals a crimson wave as Sean lays on his back.

CL: Bam, more blood, it’s like a massacre.

CM: This is becoming really intense, guys might wanna calm down.

CL: No way, this is true competition.

JH: No, this is just people hitting each other with weapons, where’s the wrestling?

Sean’s too his feet as he looks down towards his opponent, the match has become a bloody one, but its’ competition and Sean proves it by striking his foot into Drake’s face with a boot to the face before placing his 2x4 onto Drake’s body, moving to the ropes he then looks behind him, Fuzz counting but soon distracted as Sean leaps up onto the 2nd rope then flips over with a lionsault right onto the 2x4, driving it between himself and Drake, both there stomach’s getting meshed up in the process as Sean lays on the canvas in pain, Sean reaches for his 2x4, breaking the count but at what cost as the clock reads 24:91.

JH: Jesus, look at there bodies, Sean took another huge risk there.

CL: That’s the price of being and making it in this business.

As both stir slowly and begin to climb to there feet even the fans get behind them, knowing there seeing instant classic of horrorcore action in front of them as both get to there feet. Looking towards each other bloodied and ready for war, they go at each other, Drake getting his shot in first, hitting Sean in the side of the knee with his shovel, before he quickly runs, hooks the shovel over Sean’s throat and smashes him to the ground with a assisted mat slam, Sean’s head bashes off the canvas with such impact it’s almost scary how he avoids concussion. Drake then seems to call for something, signaling possibly his Colorado clutch but Sean doesn’t even want any of it so he sweeps Drake’s legs with the 2x4, knocking him to his knees as Sean kips up and takes Drake over with a hurricanrana, which he rolls through and into the ropes, bouncing back against the ropes as the two collide with a double clothesline as both land on the canvas down and out for now, there weapons a few feet away from there hands, but Fuzz begins the count…

JH: There both down, but weapons gone, Fuzz is counting.

CL: Come on don’t pussy out now guys.

CM: There half dead out of exhaustion, stop being as pompous.

CL: When the fuck did you start caring about people? Go look up as new dress and shut it.

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Sean and Drake seem to be rolling to there sides, looking for there weapons, seeing them they move slowly…

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3!![/align]

Both are almost there, stretching and taking there weapons as Fuzz stops the count and turns to see the clock’s at 28:99, the men have a minute to make something happen as Sean and Drake both go to stand up with there weapons, looking towards the crowd they turn and see each other Drake, comes at Sean, swinging and missing as the fans begin to count down from 20, but are stopped as Sean’s ducked the shovel swing and thrown the 2x4, catching it perfectly as he suprkick’s it right into Drake’s face, but as he does so Drake lands on his back and Sean falls forward landing onto the 2x4, technically still having the grasp of it but to late as they both land the bell sound and the match is over.

CL: SUPERKICK!!!!!

CM: The match is over, who wins?

JH: Referee decision but damn, what a brutal match.

As both men are down on the canvas, breathing heavily, cut open everywhere Fuzz checks on them both, the fans applauding the efforts not them but they both slowly climb to there feet as Fuzz walks over towards Michael Anderson and talks to him, moving back to the center of the ring…

MA: Your winner! By referee decision… SSSEEEEEEAAAAAAANNNN MMMAAAADDDDRROX!!!!

…The fans give out a mixed reaction as Sean’s arm is raised, he’s recovered enough to stand and raise his arm, but what he hasn’t seen is Drake’s gone to the ring bell table and picked up the Fighting Spirit Title Belt. Drake rolls back into the ring calling for Sean to turn around as Sean does Drake runs and connects with it right o Sean’s head, knocking him down as Drake ascends the turnbuckle with the FSC in hand and a smirk across his face, but as he does the fans let out a HUGE roar…

JH: Now Drake has the belt?!

CL: All’s fair in sports.

CM: As long as Elrick doesn’t have it…

JH: WAIT! LOOK! IT’S ELRICK!

…It is Elrick running full speed down to the ring without Drake even knowing, his ego still thinking the fans are cheering for him as Elrick picks up the shovel Drake was using and sets himself up for a swing, as Drake turns he comes face to face with Elrick who with all his powers smashes the shovel’s wooden pole into Drake’s gut, smashing it into two as Elrick raises his arm, the FSC drops to the canvas but Elrick doesn’t care as he lifts Drake up in a fallaway slam position…

JH: CAREER KILLER!

CL: He’s been wanting to do this all week.

CM: No! go away smelly!

Elrick walks around a bit, getting the fans really hyped for he’s about to drive Drake straight to hell! But NO! As Elrick turns around to do it, Sean out of absolutely no where connects with a super kick right to Elrick’s chin making him drop Drake and reel into the corner, Sean not waiting though simply grabs the FSC belt and climbs out the ring running up the ramp and stopping at the top to raise the belt above his head, but he stands till as referee’s and security charge down the ramp towards ring, sliding in and restraining Elrick and Drake who’s to his feet and shouting at Elrick, who shouts back trying to get at Drake.

CM: Ha! Sean got away with it again, beautiful.

JH: Elrick doesn’t care, he wants Drake, look at the anger in him.

CL: LET THEM FIGHT!

The crowd join in with Conse’s words as a chant goes around the arena “LET THEM FIGHT!” but the referee’s grab and take Elrick from the ring, he isn’t happy as he’s dragged back up the entrance way by security, the camera cut to the commentary desk as the last image we see is Drake and Elrick still shouting at one and another.
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JH: Now we have a tag team match that will be displaying four of the finest in the Undisputed International Championship division, including the champion!

CL: Since when is that little pink midget apart of the division?

CM: She’s not a midget, she’s just Asian, very Asian.

JH: I’d say whether we like it or not, Momoko has forced her way into the division by attacking the champion on two separate occasions.

CL: Bah, she’ll meet a road block in Kiyoshi or Crackerjack when one of them finally takes the belt off of that sheep fucker.

CM: In the mean time, Momoko and that freak she has to team with better end the success the other freak and Kiyoshi have been having as a tag team.

JH: That’s true, Chip, they are two and zero in the record books as a tag team, they could make that three and zero tonight.

CL: Ugh, just hearing that makes me vomit a little in my mouth.

CM: Ew! Don’t get any where near my rose colored shirt!


MA: The following tag team contest is your semi-main event for this edition of ReVolt and is set for one fall to a finish. The General Manager has granted it a fifth teen minute time limit and your official for this contest is Mark Jackson!


CL: I’m not exactly sure which team I want to win, on the one hand we have the sheep fucker, on the other hand we have that pink haired midget. Can’t Kiyoshi and Crackerjack just betray their team mates, form a alliance and beat the shit out of them?

CM: I personally prefer the scenario of Crackerjack and Momoko crushing the freak’s and Kiyoshi’s skulls underneath their feet.

JH: I prefer the scenario of us having a great and fair, clean cut tag team match personally!

CL: …You suck.

CM: Yeah Hitchen, fail, total fail.

JH: How does my opinion fail? What does that even mean?!


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


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

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


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

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


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

CM: You know, I’m seeing a trend in the people I dislike most, freaks in masks.

JH: While he may be a tad strange, Crackerjack has been effective and has risen through the ranks relatively quickly.

CL: That’s because he’s been skull fucking your mother, Hitchen.

CM: …Ew, that is a visual I didn’t need.

JH: Great, a mother joke…

CL: Damn fucking straight bitch, take it like a fucking man, take it.

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

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

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

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

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

JH: Talk about a woman who is morally bankrupt and I don’t think you can find one much worse than Momoko.

CL: Even the crack whores I’ve seen Chip hang with have more morals than this fucking cunt.

CM: Hey! Those are highly respectable women…who are just doing that job to help their kids through school.

JH: That’s kind of sweet actually, least your money is going to a good cause.

CL: A cause that is utter bullshit.

CM: Is not! You take that back! I’ll let no one insult Purple Cadillac like that!

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

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


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

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

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

The shadow within me…
Gonna lead the revival…

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

CL: Speaking of whores…

CM: Ha! I see what you did right there, we were talking about whores and Onikage came out. Gosh, that’s funny Conse.

JH: The sad thing is that isn’t sarcasm…

CL: I think he’s getting worse…

CM: Oooo, shiny button!

JH: I think you’re right…

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

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

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

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

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


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

CM: I miss the days when Kiyoshi was awesome and the super king kong destroyer of Red Cell…

JH: But…he hasn’t changed much.

CL: Except he stopped taking the kool-aid that pink haired bitch is still drowning herself in.

CM: He became a pussy and has aligned himself with freaks.

JH: One could make the argument that Momoko Wakari, Maj Tahal and Toan weren’t and aren’t exactly normal either…

CL: Yeah, but who cares about any of those shmucks aside from Chip?

Michael Anderson takes center stage as the two teams converse in their corners, Crackerjack and Momoko hardly say more than two words to each other. Counter opposite of that are Kiyoshi Nakahata and Onikage who look to be actually discussing some strategy.


MA: Introducing team number one, they hail from Alleys of New York City and Saitama, Japan respectfully, and they weigh in at a combined weight of three hundred and forty four pounds…THEY! ARE! CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAACKERRRRRRRRRR JAAAAAAAAACK~!!! AND~! MMMMMMOOOOOOMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOKOOOOO WAAAKAAAAAARIIIII~!!!


The Pink Haired Demon flips off the fans a few more times and Crackerjack just stares out at them as they are showered with jeers, Momoko eventually hops out onto the apron.


MA: And introducing the opposing team, they hail from Parts Unknown and Komachi City, Japan respectfully, and they weigh in at a combined weight of five hundred and ten pounds…THEY! ARE! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! AND~! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHIIIIIII NAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAATAAAAAA~!!!


Despite some fans still not too fond of him, the Canadian fans cheer on Kiyoshi’s tag team partner and Kiyoshi himself. Nakahata gives a small respectful nod and his masked partner ignores them for the most part as Kiyoshi exits the ring.


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


When the bell rings Crackerjack’s partner begs for him to let her in, wanting against the person that is sitting on the turnbuckle. Calmly though the behemoth saunters away from his team’s corner and denies her access to the ring, much to her annoyance. Casually the masked oddity pushes his body back up to a vertical base and unzips his wind breaker, tossing it to the outside. With a flick of his wrist he undoes the belt, grabbing it and lifting it up, he holds the championship for all other wrestlers and his three potential challengers to see.

JH: It looks like we are starting off with a match that is bound to happen sooner than later, Crackerjack and Onikage.

CL: As long as that sheep fucker doesn’t lose the title between now and that title shot….yup.

CM: I’m hoping Crackerjack crushes his skull.

Jackson takes the belt away from the Straight Edge Artist as his focus never leaves the other masked man standing across the ring from him. They start to walk around the ring, gradually picking up speed until they are both almost breaking out of a jogging pace and into a run. While Crackerjack’s expression remains unknown, a smirk starts to play over the champion’s features under his leather mask. Second by second trickles by and the two get closer to one another, and when within arm’s reach, they extend their hands and lock up.

CL: What’s he fucking smirking about? He’s out weighed and shorter than his opponent.

CM: How should we know? He’s a nutjob that freak.

JH: Slightly untraditional of Crackerjack, locking up in a technical manner like this.

Right away ‘Jack barrels forward with the knuckle lock and nearly throw his foe against the canvas due to the sheer size difference. Unfortunately for him, the knuckle lock isn’t always purely about strength, the Savior of Sorrow’s footing is what saves him from his back touching the mat. Instead he uses the momentum of his bigger opponent to flip him over head; the two hit the ground with the top of their heads touching each other and the lock still holding. Using his feet to kick off of the canvas, the masked oddity springs over onto Crackerjack and plants his feet in his midsection, carrying the momentum and using it to turn it into a monkey flip to the outside!

CM: Gah! Momoko’s freak of a partner was just sent head first tumbling outside the ring!

JH: It may not look too deadly to you folks at home, but even taking a fall like that could cause a injury.

CL: Pffft…fucking show off.

The fallen Crackerjack’s partner wastes no time in trying to enter the ring, and much to her chagrin Mark Jackson stops her from doing so. This allows the masked oddity the time to hop out to the apron where ‘Jack is dangling on with his upper body hanging off of it in a hazardous way. After a bit of discussion the champion scoops up his white haired partner in a fireman’s carry, and oddly enough runs along the apron with all two hundred and sixty pounds on his shoulders. At the last possible second he launches into the air and drives his leg down on the throat of Crackerjack with a weighed down legdrop, sending all three to the ringside floor!

JH: Talk about some innovative double team work!

CL: …What the fuck was that shit?

CM: I think the freak carried the dough boy for extra weight.

Unluckily for them, Crackerjack isn’t the only one aching in pain, Onikage clutches at his tail bone and kicks his feet slightly and curses a few times under his breath. With aid from Kiyoshi the masked oddity gets to his feet and look to get the biggest man in the contest back up and into the ring. Tonight is not their night though as Momoko finally breaks through the grasp of Mark and sprints before diving out of the ring, nailing a tope con hilo that takes out both men! Jack throws up his hands and shakes his head in frustration as the fans are going nuts after those two insane looking maneuvers, all four lying on the ground.

CL: Meh, that was probably the crappiest tope con hilo this side of Onika-

CM: Ow-ow-ow-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUCH~!!!

JH: All four wrestlers are out on the floor after that tope con hilo from Momoko Wakari!

Out of the lot of them the largest one is the one that gets to his feet first, shaking his head and attempting to rid it of any cobwebs it gathered. One of his giant hands reaches down and snatches the UIC by the back of his neck, pulling him up to his feet as well with ease. Carefully Crackerjack leads the two of them over and tosses the masked oddity in under the bottom rope and slides in shortly after him. Less than honorable is Crackerjack’s actions when raking his forearm across the leather hide covered face of his opponent.

CM: Great, now the other freak is hurting the original freak.

JH: Why don’t you give them numbers or some thing, Chip? Otherwise this could get…confusing.

CL: I have just tuned the fucker out to the joy of seeing Onikage in agony.

Without fail Mark Jack gets on the big man’s case and starts a count, reluctantly he stops raking his forearm over the masked face of the champion when the count reaches four. Instead he pushes his massive frame back up and bounds for the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, he hits them and they nearly snap under the pressure before snapping him off. Like a gigantic train he steam rolls right back towards the Savior of Sorrow and when less than a foot away leaps into the air, taking flight like the whitest man ever only could. Head first he plummets back down towards the smaller wrestler and the mat, unfortunately for Crackerjack, said smaller wrestler moves out of the way and he finds nothing but mat!

JH: Onikage just avoided a jumping head butt!

CL: Son of a bitch!

CM: That doesn’t shock me one bit.

Quickly Onikage gets back up to his feet and his bigger opponent fights through the pain of diving head first onto some thing hard and gets back up to his as well. In a moment of thinking fast the masked oddity dishes out a drop kick to the monstrous masked man’s knee cap. He kips up back up and does it a second time, and with a even faster pace he kips up again and gets met with a yakuza kick to the masked face before he gets a third basement dropkick. Rather ‘Jack wraps his mitts around the throat of the Straight Edge Artist as tightly as he possibly can and lifts him up into the air, dropping him with the Visions of Nell!

CL: Yes! Fuck yes! Cover him!

CM: What is with these freaks and liking to hurt each other?

JH: It’s called wrestling, Chip.

Sadly for the masked behemoth a hand slaps him over the shoulder and Mark counts it when Wakari tags herself in, and Crackerjack is none too happy about it. They eye each other and ‘Jack looks like he might throw down when the Pink Haired Demon frantically runs past him. Going as fast as her legs will carry her she tries to stop the masked oddity, who used that momentary distraction to make a bee line for his corner and Nakahata who is eagerly waiting at it. With a leap and a slap of the hands, it is too late, and she curses several times in her native tongue of once again failing to get her hands on Onikage further.

CM: Damn, it would’ve been great to see Momoko torturing that freak, guess I’ll settle for her torturing the pussy.

JH: This should be an interesting interaction, friends of some sort, and with a huge difference in size and style between the two.

CL: I hope he crushes her under the weight of his Judo might.

Methodically the White Haired Warrior enters under the top rope and does a light spin as he starts pacing the ring, keeping his eyes locked on Wakari. To her credit, Momoko starts circling the ring along with him and is clearly racking her brain as to what to do with the one she didn’t want. Apparently a voice inside her head says fuck it, because she bolts right towards the Judo Sensei looking for a standard yet deadly lariat on him. Seeing it coming a mile away Kiyoshi prepares to reverse it with one of his more basic and less flashy Judo counters, that is until the Pink Haired Demon reveals her trick, grabbing his wrist and whipping him!

JH: Momoko just psyched Kiyoshi out with that exchange!

CL: Screw that midget.

CM: Ha! Serves the jerk right.

Good thing that Nakahata isn’t too shabby at thinking on his feet either, reversing the whip and instead sending the smaller of the two of them towards the neutral corner. Showing agility she rarely displays, Momoko leaps up onto the second buckle to put the brakes on and so when the White Haired Warrior charges in, he gets nothing but a mule kick. Clutching at his now sore face, Nakahata staggers away from her and turns his back to her and bends over slightly which she takes full advantage of. Grace she rarely shows too, some thing she displays when she launches herself into the air, flying past Kiyoshi’s body and doubling stomping his head face first into the mat!

CL: …Fucking bull-

CM: DEMON STOMP~! WOOOO~!

JH: Good lord! She might’ve just caved Kiyoshi’s skull in!

Perhaps in a moment of being out of it, Nakahata foolishly gets right back up to his feet on spaghetti legs and Momoko returns this valiant effort with a toe kick. She pulls him in close and the fans hiss at her in unison when she looks for her trademark piledriver, sadly she doesn’t get far with it. Kiyoshi stands up and flips her right over him, and amazingly she lands on her feet much like a cat and sets up another trademark for when he turns around. Casually, thinking there is nothing to worry about, he turns around just as a ball of fire flies straight towards him, but he ducks under it, going behind her and grabbing her…

CM: No!

JH: WHIIIIIIIIIIIITE HOOOOOOOOOOOOLE SLLLLLLLLAAAAAAM~!!!

CL: Yes! Fuck yeah!

Every one knows what is coming next, even Momoko Wakari’s tag team partner, who goes to enter the ring but gets a forearm strike to the side of his head from Onikage! Without wasting any time the White Haired Warrior floats over and locks in the Dojime Sleeper on his foe, her arms flailing about frantically and Jackson checking on her. Crackerjack tries to enter the ring but every time he tries the champion is right there, ready to cut him off at the pass and prevent him. The ropes are so close the Pink Haired Demon can taste it, she can sense it, but she can’t feel it, and because of that she eventually taps out!

JH: The Dojime Sleeper puts them all down!

CL: Fucking beautiful!

CM: No! Momoko!


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


JH: Rack up another victory for the team of Onikage and Kiyoshi Nakahata!

CL: Ugh, don’t remind me sheep fucker is on the team please…

CM: Darn Crackerjack, you’re so dang useless!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by submission…The team of…KIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSHIIIIIII NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAATAAAAAA~!!! AND~! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


”Rusty Nail” resumes blasting over the sound system and Kiyoshi releases the hold to applause from the Canadian fans. Mark Jackson raises the two men’s arms in victory as Crackerjack watches on from the outside of the ring, reaching over only enough to grab Wakari. Gently he pulls her out of the ring and slings her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he shakes his head in disappointment and heads towards the back with her in defeat. Mean while Onikage starts to head towards the back too when Kiyoshi stops him, with a smile on his face he tries to get the masked man to stay a lil’ longer to play to the crowd. FIW’s Undisputed International Champion says some thing along the lines of “you go ahead” and leaves, leaving Nakahata to wave and play to the fans as they applaud him.

CL: That’s right, run sheep fucker, don’t ruin this great moment.

CM: Poor Momoko, hopefully Crackerjack will get the EMTs to check on her.

JH: While this team might be on quite the winning streak and that was one helluva match, we still got more to come folks!
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[align=center]Early on Maj Tahal was tossed to the outside by Kitten and Kailey, letting them get some alone time to finally settle their problem. For several minutes the two tried to go strike for strike with each other as hard as they could. Kitten trying to ground and pin the southern hell belle to the ground while Kailey used her speed to try and dodge his attacks and take his base out from under him. Just as that decisive moment of whom would take control was about to occur, Tahal sprang back into the ring with a spring board dropkick, taking both down.

Maj like a vulture tried to pick apart the slightly worn out opponents of his, and nailed a few decent moves to his credit. Though when he tried to pin XK, Lane was right there to stop it and started to pound away on the man of Indian blood. It didn't take long for her to nail her finisher and pick up the three count, winning the match. Post-match Prime sprinted from the back and attacked XK from behind and quickly turned his sight to the winner of the match.

Before he could get his shot in though, Ragin' appeared out of nowhere and took Prime down just as Kailey turned around. Feeling no one fights her battles for her, Kailey had a few choice words for the man that had rescued her from the "evil" clutches of Prime. In return she got a slap to the hand from the Russian, and the two stared each other down. Before either could say another word both were taken down with two kicks to the face from the Dual Crown Champion.

He went to for a third Cat Kick on the Evolution of Evil, who was getting to his feet. Luckily for Prime, he saw it coming and exited the ring, ending the night with Prime and XK the only ones left standing.[/align]

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