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ReVolt; 05-2-07
Topic Started: May 3 2007, 01:10 AM (340 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!

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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!

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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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Crimson Shards
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MA: “Introducing first at a combined weight of 535lbs and being led to the ring by their captain; AZZZAAAAAAAAYYYYZELLLLLLL, PPHHHYYYLLLISSS BAAATTTHHHORRRRRYYY, AND VAAAAAMMMMMPPPPP!!!!”

Returns a King by Tyler Bates fills the arena as the trio move toward the ring at different paces. Azazel is the first to enter the ring and he settles to his teams corner where he crosses his arms across his chest. Vamp and Phyllis not too far behind and slide in the ring behind their captain. Phyllis begins to look agitated and twitches in anticipation as Vamp jumps onto the ropes and staring over the audience.

MA: “Their opponents weighed in at a combined weight of 690lbs. They are approaching the ring with their captain; ASSSSHHHH KOOOOOOPPPPPAAAAAA, ELLLLLLL LLLUUUUUMMMMMMBBBBBEEERRRRRJAAAACCCKKKOOOOO, AND LIIIIIAAAAAMMMMMMM MMMMOORRRRRTTTTELLLLLLLL

The PA system kicks into life as the opening chords of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones echoes across the arena as Ash, Lumberjacko, and Liam move to the ring as a cohesive unit. As they three men near the ring Lumberjacko breaks into a sprint and slides under the ring ropes and into the ring. Liam follows Ash as they move their way up the ring steps. Ash makes his way down the apron ducking through the ropes and Liam bounds over the tope rope landing in his corner as all three men group in their corner to discuss strategy.

JH: “Its anybodies game here in this captain falls six man. In order to secure the victory for their team somebody must pin either Azazel or Ash Koopa.”

CM: “Why did you say Azazel’s name first? You did that intentionally didn’t you? You want to see his team lose!”

JH: “Not at all, Chip. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing, Ash Koopa and gang pick up the victory tonight.”

CL: “They will have quite a battle if they plan to pick up their victory though. Azazel, Phyllis and Vamp should not be taken lightly as opponents.”

CM: “Your so fucking one sided, Hitchen we can’t even see your face!”

Referee, Richard Kelly reviews the rules and checks for foreign objects with both teams before calling for a man or woman from each team to open the bout. It is El Lumberjacko and Vamp that volunteer for their respective teams and as the remaining team mates exit the ring, Richard Kelly calls for the opening bell.

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DING
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JH: “And we are underway in this opening bout.”

CM: “Thank you mister obvious!”

CL: “Chip has a real hard on for you tonight, Jonathan.”

JH: “Well he can keep his…that….to himself. I don’t want anything to do with it.”

Both El Lumberjacko and Vamp circle the ring sizing the other up as the crowd yell out random remarks at the two. Lumberjacko is the first to move into action going for a lock up but Vamp quickly side steps him, shoving him into the ropes. She then rushes in with a forearm smash to the kidneys of Lumberjacko and hooks her arms around him with a waist lock in an attempt for a take down. As she goes for the take down, Lumberjacko manages to writhe free and grabs hold of her arm dragging her through to the mat. Lumberjacko jumps up to his feet just as Vamp recovers as well and he manages to hook her arm again pulling her over with yet another arm drag. Again Vamp rolls to her feet and El Lumberjacko is right there with a drop kick sending his opponent staggering back into the ropes. The luchadore is quick to recover and moves in grabbing the arm of his opponent to whip him across the ring. Vamp manages to shift the momentum in mid whip and sends her opponent instead to her anxiously awaiting corner and more particularly Phyllis who reaches out clubbing Lumberjacko in the back of the head with a huge fist.

CM: “I think Vampire’s have ESPN. Did you see how well they choreographed that?”

JH: “You might want to ask them who their cable provider is, Chip. They probably learned that from competition synchronized swimming.”

Chip shoots a nasty glare in the direction of Jonathan who is still beaming from his wise crack at his broadcast partner.

Back in the corner of Vamp, Azazel, and Phyllis; Vamp grabs him around the head and drops him with a headlock takedown. She then viciously digs in with several closed fists to the temple region of her opponent and reaches up tagging in Phyllis who is the first in her sight.

Bathory dives into the ring putting the boots to Lumberjacko in an instant and quickly advises Vamp to move aside as he takes his boot and steps on his opponents throat. He grabs onto the ropes giving himself more leverage and Koopa climbs into the ring to save his partner but instead only catches the referees attention who ushers him back slowly to his corner with much resistance. Liam points and tries to get the ref to turn his attention but he is to intent on getting Koopa out of the match. On the other side of the ring Vamp now is adding weight to the shoulders of her partner even further draining the air from the lungs of Lumberjacko.

Ash finally retreats realizing that is the only hope for his partner and Richard Kelly turns to see the happenings in the opposing corner. He moves quickly admonishing both Bathory and Vamp then ushering the illegal, Vamp out of the ring as Phyllis releases the choke and moves back to the boots. He then lifts Lumberjacko to his feet and hurls him effortlessly into the far turnbuckle where he follows after goes for a huge clothesline. However, Lumberjacko still has plenty of fight left in him as he dives out of the way and sends the wanna be vampire into the turnbuckle chest first. Lumberjacko then staggers to his feet as Phyllis whom is dazed dances out of the corner. El Lumberjacko looks to his corner first and then to the corner Phyllis is staggering out of and then chooses what might not be the best decision. He makes a sprint for the corner where Bathory is staggering and bounds to the second rope where he leaps off and catches his opponent with a tornado DDT and planting his head into the canvas firmly. Though he is still drained from the prior attack at the hands of Bathory and lies on the ground as Richard Kelly move in with a double count.

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Lumberjacko slowly moves to his corner pulling himself with his arms and Phyllis begins a barrel roll for his corner. Ash and Liam begin to stomp their feet in encouragement for their partner and reach their hands out for the tag. The crowd get more and more involved as he moves closer and then a loud groan is heard as Phyllis rolls into his corner and tags Azazel who moves rapidly after Lumberjacko who is extending his body as far as he can for the tag. Just as Azazel reaches El Lumberjacko the luchadore bounds forward slapping the hand of his captain who jolts into the ring after Azazel much to the delight of the crowd.

CL: “HOT TAG!”

JH: “The captains collide here and put the risk of one of them being pinned and their team losing.”

CM: “Don’t you mean, Azazel? We all know that is what you meant.”

Hitchen just ignores Chip and continues to watch the match as Ash Koopa confronts Azazel and the crowd are on their feet for the first time in this match up.

Azazel is the first to throw a punch but is blocked by Koopa who responds with a huge right of his own. He then returns with a left, a right, another left and then a bionic elbow square to the forehead of Azazel who begins to stagger. Vamp charges into the ring but is quickly taken off her feet by a big boot as Koopa clearly anticipates her arrival. Now from behind the captain of the team with no name, Phyllis Bathory has recovered and is moving into the ring after Koopa. Lumberjacko who is still recovering from the effects of the earlier attack and Liam bound over the top rope and after Phyllis. He is quickly intercepted and sent into the ropes. As he returns the duo drop down and hoist him up with their shoulders with a double back body drop to the outside of the ring. Ash then picks up Azazel and sends him into the ropes. Koopa goes for another big boot but Azazel sees it coming and quickly drops down to the canvas and rolls out of the ring in time to save himself.

Phyllis and Vamp are quickly rounded up by their captain and the three of them attempt to regroup on the outside of the ring. On the inside of the ring the trio of Koopa, Lumberjacko, and Liam move around the ring pumping their fists and celebrating their cleaning of house as the crowd cheer them on. Azazel goes to move back to the ring but is wary and motions to the ref to get the two non legal men out of the ring. The ref does his job and escorts Liam and Lumberjacko back to their corner as Azazel moves under the ropes to get into the ring. Koopa moves after his opponent quickly trying to keep the upper hand but Azazel slides back out of the ring in the nick of time and Ash runs into the ropes pointing at his opponent. Azazel though the opportunist jumps up onto the ropes catching Koopa off guard and grabs him around the neck and drops him over the top rope. Ash lunges backward holding his throat as Azazel bounds back up to the apron and then pulls himself to the top rope and catapults himself off toward his opponent, wrapping his ankles around his head and whipping him to the mat with a hurricanrana.

CL: “HURRRRRRRRRIIIIIICCCCCCAAAAAAANNNNRRRRAAAANNNNNNAAAAAA!!!!”

Ash slides across the ring toward his corner and pulls to his knees wisely tagging in Liam Mortell for the first time in this match up.

CM: “Pussy.”

JH: “Its strategy. He doesn’t want to cost his team the loss.”

As Koopa exits the ring Liam hops over the top rope and goes straight after Azazel who is moving straight for him. Liam goes for a running forearm but it is ducked by Azazel who makes his way to the ropes and bounds up to the second with a spring board and returning toward Mortell who is now turned to face him with a cross body block. Mortell anticipates the maneuver and catches Azazel in mid are by the legs and whips him around for a rotating spine buster that devastates his opponent. Mortell quickly scrambles for the cover and hooks the far leg.

CL: “Fully fucking sick!”

CM: “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

JH: “AK-75!!!!!!”

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Both Phyllis and Vamp are in the ring to make the save but it is Bathory who makes the connection with Liam’s head first knocking him off of his captain. Richard Kelly gets straight into the face of Phyllis and as he turns he sees Vamp with her arms raised looking as though she was about to strike him. Bathory’s face turns grim and he shoves Vamp backward and the two begin to argue as Kelly ushers them through the ropes and back into their corner where they continue to exchange words.

CM: “What the hell is going on? Can’t Phyllis see that Vamp was just attempting to attack Liam.”

JH: “I guess not. Looks as though he though she was trying to sneak attack him.”

Mortell grabs Azazel by the nape of the neck and pulls him up to his feet and pulls him to his corner to keep the fresh man in the ring. He quickly tags El Lumberjacko and hooks in for a Sudden Impact Suplex lifting Azazel up over his head briefly and then snaps him down to the canvas violently. El Lumberjacko waits for the perfect moment and shoots himself over the top rope with a catapult and sentons straight over the downed Azazel’s chest and then turns in for the pin fall quickly. Richard Kelly jogs across the ring and slides into position for the count.

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JH: “Another close call here. Phyllis and Vamp are still arguing on the ring apron and don’t even realize that their team is about to suffer a loss.”

CM: “Azazel doesn’t need them. He can take this match on his own.”

JH: “In the state he’s in I doubt it.”

CL: “He better hope he’s counted his blessings and prayed to Dis. Otherwise I don’t see a good ending. Though, anything could happen.”

Back on the other side of the ring Phyllis and Vamp are still at a battle of words in what seems to be a misunderstanding by Bathory. Something Phyllis says then infuriates Vamp to the point where she hauls off palm striking him to the nose. Phyllis staggers dazed momentarily on the ring apron and then drops down to the floor. He moves over to pull Vamp down but she is quick to jump down and meet him on the floor. The two then begin to brawl at ring side as the action in the ring continues.

Lumberjacko then hoists Azazel back to his feet and picks up to his feet where he scoops him up and slams him down firmly in his corner and continues the fresh man plan instituted by his partner by tagging in Ash. Azazel begins to climb up to his feet slowly and Koopa aids him to a standing position. He is then hurled across the ring and to the ropes. As Azazel returns Koopa lifts his leg connecting with a huge big boot and then he calls to the crowd for approval. Azazel plants to the mat on his back toward the center of the ring and then barrels forward for a leg drop.

JH: “ULTIMATE LEG DROP OF DOOM!!!”

Just as he drops the Ultimate Leg Drop of Doom, Azazel moves out of the way as Koopa plants ass first onto the canvas. Azazel moves slowly toward the ropes and begins to pull himself up toward his corner and goes for the tag but realizes that his team mates have abandoned him as he looks up the ramp and sees them battling toward backstage. He then takes a deep breath and moves to the center of the ring prepared for the battle of his life just as Koopa tags in Liam who moves quickly at him and is caught with a quick drop kick for his efforts. Koopa still dazed and in the ring stands and is drop kicked right out of the ropes and to the arena floor below. He pulls back to his feet with a head of steam still fueling him and moves for a spinning back fist on El Lumberjacko who is on the apron. Lumberjacko ducks and then Azazel lands a low drop kick to the mid section sending him off the apron and to the floor as well.

CM: “This is the greatest come back in wrestling history!”

CL: “Things indeed are looking up for Azazel.”

Then suddenly from behind Liam takes charge for his team again and moves in from behind grabbing Azazel from around the waist and pulls him over with a release german suplex planting him to the canvas. Mortell then makes his way to the corner tagging in El Lumberjacko who climbs into the ring and immediately tags in Koopa. Things are so confusing in fact that Liam exits the ring and Koopa quickly tags him back in and the three get back on the same page and move in as a cohesive unit.

CL: “What the hell are they doing?”

JH: “I’m not sure Constance. I guess we will just have to watch and see.”

As Azazel moves to his feet he is met by a stiff kick to the kidneys by Liam and then another by Lumberjacko that stand him upright in pain. Koopa then moves in hooking his arms into Azazel’s and cinches in the full nelson.

JH: “Could he be going for the AK-75?”

Koopa then hoists his opponent up into the air as Richard Kelly warns him and Lumberjacko to get out of the ring. Koopa however moves forward with what he came into the ring to do with Lumberjacko and Liam assisting the maneuver by catching Azazel and shoving him with greater velocity to the mat completing the finish move. Koopa and Lumberjacko then retreat to their corner as Liam drops over the devastated body of Azazel for the pinfall.

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Richard Kelly moves to his knees calling for the bell as El Lumberjacko and Ash Koopa climb into the ring to celebrate their victory with their team mate.

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DING

DING
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MA: “HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS. THE TEAM OF ASSSSSSHHHHH KOOOOOOPPPPPPPAAAAA, LIAAAAAAMMMMMM MORRRRRTTTTELLLLLLLL, AND ELLLLLLLLLL LUMMMMMMBERRRRRRRRRJACKKKKKKKKKOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

The three men continue to celebrate in the ring as Richard Kelly assists Azazel out of the ring. Ash and Liam climb up onto opposing turnbuckles and face the crowd soaking in the crowds adoration as Lumberjacko stands balancing on the middle rope holding his hand in victory in between his partners. Though unbeknownst to them Belial with Loon in tow are on their way to the ring and enter behind them. He hoists Loon’s lifeless body up and whips him directly at Lumberjacko nailing him square in the back and knocking him over and to the floor below.

JH: “What is going on?”

Belial then turns hurling Loon’s body at Liam also knocking him over the ropes and down to the floor below. He then turns focusing all his energy on Ash who has now jumped down to assist his team mates. Though Koopa turns unluckily into a hand around his throat and without hesitation Belial hurls him over the top rope with a choke toss.

CL: “Good Cthulhu almighty…..Belial has cleaned house taking the celebration right out of this victory.”

CM: “Yeah. At least something good has come out of this match.”

JH: “We need security out here!”
CM: “Yeah like they would be able to stop, Belial.”

As the victors of the match lie on the ground below the ring in pain from the attack by the monstrous, Belial. The brooding servant of Azazel hoists his preceptor over his shoulder and makes quickly toward backstage as trainers flood from backstage to check on the victorious but battered team of Liam, Ash, and Lumberjacko.

After that exciting opening match the camera cuts backstage to the locker room area, filming the door to Zesboca Devani’s locker room. The door to the room opens and out steps her friend and throwing stars wielding warrior, Extreme Ninja #2. FIW’s former Flycore Champion is wielding in one hand a roll of quarters and in his other his trusty sign. Gracefully and stealthy he walks down the hall way and heads towards a near by soda pop machine at the end of it.

Before he can make it to the machine to exchange with it quarters for cans of soda goodness a black figure steps in his way. Even within the light of the hall way her appearance is mostly black and it reflects well the aura of brooding she generates with ease. Her cynical and morbid stare freezes the ninja in his tracks as she twirls her micro phone in between her fingers like it was a coin or a strand of hair.


Janine: You seem to be pretty under dressed for a man that has to fight in a little bit.

This statement results in Extreme Ninja #2 tilting his head to the side and stashing the quarters in a secret compartment within his attire and pulls out a marker from within it. He scribbles for a few moments on his sign before holding it up for the gothic interviewer to read.

Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: What fight?

A disgusted scoff comes from the pouty lips of Janine Morgan and she rolls her eyes in equal distaste for the sign wielding warrior of the night.

Janine: You know, that little tag team match you have.

Slowly EN #2 shakes his head in a negative manner, revealing that he has no idea what on earth she is talking about, and probably looking at her under his mask like she’s crazy.

Janine: What are you, slow? You’re booked tonight in a tag team match against Grant Rice and Momoko Wakari with Mister Blond as your tag team partner.

Once again Ninja quickly scribbles on his sign, his body language showing a hint of worry now.

Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: Since when?

FIW’s ever brutal interviewer looks at the former champion like he is the most mentally retarded person she’s ever had to lay her eyes on. One of her hands reaches into her pants’ pocket and pulls out a piece of paper which is a copy of the card, her black painted thumb’s nail pointing at the match in question.

Janine: Since about all week Captain Clueless.

Extreme Ninja #2 looks down at the paper and though it can’t be seen, by the way his mask moves it looks like his eyes have widened under it. Quickly he runs away from the interviewer, passing Zesboca’s locker room and heading further down towards presumably his own. Morgan rolls her eyes again and shakes her head, stuffing the piece of paper back into her pants.

Janine: Idiot…

With that muttered under her breath she turns around and wanders down the hall like a stray black cat as the camera fades to black…
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The Titan-Tron lights up to show us pictures of Larista in a tropical setting dressed in nothing but a skimpy and quite revealing bikini. The lyrics for "Evil Angel" blare overhead as the lights dim in a purple and pink glow.

[align=center]Hold it together,
birds of a feather,
Nothing But lies and crooked wings,
I have the answer,
spreading the cancer.
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Larista appears on the entrance ramp wearing another extravagent yet gorgeous outfit. She blows a kiss to the fans as she makes her way down towards the ring.

[align=center]You are the faith inside me, no, don't,
Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here alone,
don't Remember,
remember
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Walking around the ring to stop at the bottom portion of the ring, Larista pauses at the apron and turns towards the fans slowly. She grabs the bottom rope and holds herself there extended for a moment. Then she pulls herself into the ring and over the bottom rope in a very limber fashion.

[align=center]Put me to sleep evil angel,
Open your wings evil angel
Ahhhhh!
[/align]

MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds… LARISTA!

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

[align=center]"Just once in my life,
I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once,
With all the pretty flowers in the dust."[/align]
Zesboca shakes her lower half with the rythem of the song. Not taking the steps she jumps straight down from the stage. She spins dipping her body a little with her. Zesboca smirks and makes her way to the squared circle. She touches a few hands along the way mainly to the men that are rooting for her. Again she doesn't take the steps and slip inbetween the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles.

MA: And the opponent from Cario, Egypt. Weighing in at one hundred and fifty-four pounds… ZESBOCA DEVANI!

JH: This should be an interesting confrontation between two of the ladies here in FIW.

CM: It’s already interesting to me. Look at Larista’s lack of outfit. Mmmmm.

CL: I’m already bored.

As the bell sounds, the two ladies slowly advance one another and meet in a standard collar and elbow tie-up. Zesboca immediately drops to the mat, throwing Larista across the ring with a very simple, yet effective arm drag. Larista hurries back up to her feet, only to receive a dropkick from Zesboca, that sends her tumbling from the ring.

JH: Zesboca has the early advantage, not giving Larista a chance to relax.

CL: Wow. It’s almost like you took that straight out of her profile.

CM: I don’t have a problem with Zesboca sending Larista out here in front of us. In fact, I encourage it.

Larista regains her footing (albeit a little wobbly) and yells back at the Truth, who calls for her to get back into the ring. Larista points frantically at Zesboca, apparently unhappy with being knocked from the ring early on. Zesboca tires of waiting for Larista to get back in the ring so she goes after her. Naturally, Larista runs… and even more naturally, Zesboca chases her.

CL: Oh for crying out loud. Is she running from her opponent?

CM: Oh yeah. Run, Larista. Keep running, girl.

JH: Keep your hands on the table, buddy.

Larista dives back into the ring and Zesboca follows, only to be stomped upon re-enter. Or at least that was Larista’s plan. Zesboca backtracks just seconds before Larista’s boot can connect with her back. Zesboca reaches into the ring and rips Larista’s legs out from underneath her. Now Zesboca climbs back into the ring and stomps Larista down into the canvas.

JH: There’s Zesboca’s experience coming into play. She knew what Larista was planning all long.

CM: Are you saying Larista doesn’t have experience. She looks VERY experienced to me.

JH: I’m referring to RING experience. But now that you mention it…

CM: Shut it!

A hard boot to the stomach sits Larista up, only for Zesboca to follow it up with a hard kick to the back. Larista crawls along the mat in pain, desperate to get away from Zesboca’s assault. She fails as Zesboca grabs Larista’s foot and drags her back across the ring. Larista climbs up to one foot and aims at Zesboca’s head with an enziguiri… that she ducks!

JH: Missed enziguiri by Larista. Again, Zesboca reading Larista like a book here tonight.

CM: I’d love to open that book.

JH: Oh, for crying out loud! Can you say that on TV?

CM: I just did.

CL: Would you ladies shut up long enough to watch the ladies actually wrestle? Maybe one of them knows a decent submission hold-- oh, who am I kidding?

Zesboca nails a shining elbow drop into the small of Larista’s back and drags the red head up by her hair, only for Larista to bite her arm! The Truth reprimands Larista, who completely ignores him and takes Zesboca down by the hair! She boots down on the Flycore hopeful and finishes it off by twisting her boot across Zesboca’s face! Larista uses this time for the first pinfall of the contest.

[align=center]One!

Kick-out!
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JH: First pin attempt of the contest.

CL: Who tries to keep someone down after that move? Is Larista stupid or desperate?

CM: A woman like that never needs to be desperate.

Zesboca rolls onto her side, holding her face and rubbing her eyes clear. Larista screams out angrily and goes back into the cover, hooking both Zesboca’s leg tightly.

[align=center]One!

Two!

Another kick-out!
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CL: Oh yeah. It didn’t work the first time so after she recovers some it’ll DEFINITELY work.[/sarcasm]

JH: Larista is certainly desperate to end this early. I think she’s aware Zesboca has her number.

CM: I’ll have to get that from her after the match.

Larista drags Zesboca up by the hair, spins her around and holds onto Zesboca’s shoulders as she falls backwards, raising her knees up… and crashing back-first into the canvas as Zesboca plants her feet in the canvas!

JH: Born on Valetines!

CL: Misses! Maybe one more boot across the face would’ve incapacitated her enough for a finisher. Do ya think?

JH: Your sarcasm is obvious, Conse.

Zesboca doesn’t even look back as she sprints forward off the ropes and nails Larista in the face with a charging knee strike! Zesboca runs through the assault, rebounding off the opposite set of ropes and flattening Larista with a senton splash! She immediately goes into the cover.

[align=center]One!

Two!

Kick-out!
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CM: Oh yeah. Kick-out, Larista.

JH: I thought you’d be more partial to watching her pinned to the mat.

CM: Sure. But let’s replace Zesboca with me.

JH: Keep dreaming, Chip.

Zesboca drags Larista back up to her feet, whipping the smaller woman into the far turnbuckle. She rushes into a reverse elbow from Larista. Larista follows up by booting Zesboca into the stomach and reversing their positions. Larista continues her toe kick assault on Zesboca, trying to incapacitate her. Larista sits Zesboca onto the top rope and climbs up after her. She locks Zesboca up in a front facelock and signals for the crowd’s approval (which she doesn’t get).

CL: Stupid, stupid bitch. I’ll never understand why wrestlers insist on asking for the crowd’s approval. It’s gonna cost her.

The hesitation from Larista does indeed costs her as Zesboca begins fighting back, nailing Larista in the ribs with forearm strikes. Once Larista’s grip is loosened, Zesboca shoves the woman off the turnbuckle.

CL: See?

Larista crashes and burns, holding the back of her neck while fighting to get back to a vertical position. Zesboca shakes her head clear and takes advantage of the opportunity, leaping off the tope rope and nailing Larista in the back of the head with a scissors kick!

JH: Zessy Kick! Zesboca just hit the Zessy Kick in the back of Larista’s head!

CL: Zessy Kick? Is that seriously the name? Oh, Cthulhu.

Zesboca rolls over onto Larista, hooking the far leg!

[align=center]One!


Two!


Three!
[/align]

Zesboca gets back to her feet, the Truth raising her arm victoriously as “Lose Control” replays over the speakers.

MA: Here is your winner… ZESBOCA DEVANI!

JH: An impressive victory for Zesboca. Certainly giving her momentum towards that Flycore Championship.

CL: What really made that impressive? Not that I’m debating her victory or anything, but what makes a win impressive?

JH: A clean one, Conse.

CM: She’s not clean. She’s a dirty, dirty girl. She needs a spanking.

Zesboca pulls herself free from the Truth’s grasp and quickly exits the ring. She throws the apron up and digs around all the goodies likely to be under there. The crowd hoots and hollers when she pulls out a table. She holds it up long enough for everyone to read the writing on the wooden top.

JH: What is she doing with a table?

CL: Well, it does say GRAVER across the top. Let’s make an educated guess that she’s about to send a message to Graver.

JH: Do you ever get tired of being a bitch?

CL: You’re the one who comes equipped with kneepads so I wouldn’t be talking, Johnny.

She throws the table into the ring and follows after. Setting it up near the corner, Zesboca grabs Larista by the hair and pulls her towards the turnbuckle. Turning her to face the turnbuckle, Zesboca roughly shoves her face first into the turnbuckle before lifting her into the air and placing her atop the turnbuckle.

CM: Oh, sexy! Things are about to get dangerous, I think. And I love dangerous woman.

CL: Let’s hope she doesn’t waste this chance to get on my good side, because I’m already unimpressed.

Zesboca climbs up behind Larista, grabbing the woman in a rear waistlock. She glances over her shoulder at the Graver inscribed table before using all the strength left in her to lift Larista’s body off the turnbuckle. She throws Larista over her head, both ladies falling to the canvas but with Larista crashing directly through Graver’s name in the table!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!

CM: OUCH!

CL: Nice! I have to say, I’m a little impressed by Zesboca now.

Zesboca jumps back up to her feet, glaring down at the woman laying in the mess of wood and metal on the canvas.

JH: Clearly a message to Graver. Zesboca is coming for the Flycore Championship.
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MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Following...

Hang on a sec; Mike Anderson is getting booed. That makes no sense. Actually, it does a little, because it isn’t FIW’s much beloved ring announcer currently standing in the middle of the ring, announcing the competitors. Daisuke ‘The Crow’ Tanaka has hijacked his microphone, and now stands in the centre of the ring, looking less than impressed by the crowd reaction he is receiving. He clears his throat, and tries again.

DTC: I said: The Following Tag Team Contest is Scheduled for One Fall, to a Fifteen Minute time Limit!

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

[align=center]You Can Hate Me

You Can Hate Me

Hate The Air That I Breathe

Air That I Breathe

Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be

Next Thing To Be

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

DTC: Introducing first; from the Cess Pools of Kansas City; abandoned even by Toto, Grant RICE!

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

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

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 …

DTC: And the partner for this servile cur; from Saitama on the Kanto Plains; weighing in tonight at Fifty Five Kilograms; WAAAKAAAARIIII MOOOOOOOOOO-MOOOOOOOOOO-KOOOOOOOOOOAAAAHHHH!!!!!

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.

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]


DTC And their opponents. First, the Finest Ninja ever produced by the State of Michigan, not that that says much; weighing in tonight at a nearly soundless Ninety Kilograms; EXTREME NINJA NIIIIIBAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

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

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

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

Bang your head to this....

Turn me up!

Another body murdered! [/align]


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.

The super-funky ZZ Top-covered riff which, in the hands of Jun Kimura still sounds awesome, strikes up heralding the arrival of FIW's very own "Sharp Dressed Man" as the lights dim to allow spotlights to shine on the entrance cage, which as we speak is filling up with dry ice smoke.

[align=center]Clean shirt, New shoes,
And I don't know where I am going to.
Silk suit, Black tie,
I don't need a reason why-y-y-y!

They come runnin' just as fast as they can...
'Cause Every Girl's Crazy Bout a Sharp Dressed Man!
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DTC: And his partner; Representing the Tanaka Zaibatsu; fighting out of Nagoya on the South Coast of Honshu, by way of Darkest Louisiana; Weighing in tonight at an even One Hundred Kilograms; Mr BLOOOOOOOOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNDDDAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

The chorus ends, with three blasts of pyro in time with those last three words, clearing the smoke away to reveal a young man wondering what kind of hell the CO [size0]2 has played with his bleached blond hair, and he stops at the top for the ramp to fix his quiff with a comb he already had in his hands. Eventually, he's satisfied with the results and he confidently struts towards the ring, flicking the [autographed, obviously,] comb into the front row but before he can scale the ring steps, he orders one of the ring attendants to go up first to hold the ropes open for him. A small argument ensues, but eventually the ring attendant relents and lets him through. Once in the ring, Blondie stretches in his corner as he waits for the bell.

[align=center]DingDingDing!!![/align]

The bell rings before the referee can even complete his foreign object check. At ringside, Daisuke takes his place sitting on top of the timekeeper’s table, having not seen who started it early. EN gets shepherded to his corner by the man with the brightest quiff in the known universe, and barely has the time to duck out of the way of Momoko’s furious charge. Blondie himself skips around and gets himself into a holding pattern, sliding and skipping and dancing, all in the inevitable anticlockwise circle.

CM: I’ve got to feel at least a little sorry for Momo-chan, for finding herself opposite a man of such immense and unashamed style.

JH: You do realise that Mr. Blond, when he isn’t cheating, is a predominantly catch as catch can wrestler?

CM: Uhh, yes?

CL: You know what one of them is, right?

CM: Uhh, yes?

Chip’s pained screams don’t begin until after the two people in FIW with the greatest disdain for normal hair colours get half a Greco-Roman Knuckle-lock on, and Momoko drags her opponent’s hand down to Double Stomp his hand. The screams also wait until after Mr. Blond smartly steps behind her as she leaps, keeping hold of her hand, and pinning it behind her in a hammerlock. Now they begin.

CM: ARGH!!!! HE’S SOME KIND OF BORING TECHNICIAN!!!

This is obvious because no normal wrestler would actually bother to wrench a hammerlock in this day and age. Even if all he did while wrenching it was turn her around, push her away and call for Grant Rice, he still did a proper hammerlock, and this makes Chip Martin sad. Oh well, he’ll get over it. Eventually. We have a match to get to though, and it continues with Momoko shouting back at Mr. Blond about how she wants EN in the ring. The man with the quiff turns around and offers the tag to his partner, but the Ninja has no idea that he’s even in a match, let alone who his partner, and leaves him to it.

JH: A fine technician he is, if he wants to be. A crying shame he rarely wants to be.

CL: Eh, move aside you daft old bat.

JH: That’s not-

CL: Not you, Bitchen, Momoko.

Grant Rice tags himself in anyway, and prepares to unleash his own NGIW Brand of Technical Wrestling [or Wrasslin’, if it does ya,] against one whose name he can’t remember. Another Greco roman knuckle-lock gets no-one anywhere, because of Rice twigging to the fact that Blondie will almost definitely try and step on his fingers. This, like clockwork he tries to, and Grant counters by jabbing his own toe into Blond’s gut, and then drives his head with everyone wrestling fan’s favourite pesticide.

CM: Good Sweet Christ!

JH: That’s my line!

CM: Then use it! Look what that charlatan did to Mr. Blond’s hair!

My. Blond sits up and slowly raises his hand to touch his quiff. With a look of unadulterated horror, he scampers over his corner, tagging The Ninja in, whether he likes it or not, before diving away to the boss, who –reassuringly – already has a comb in his hand. Meanwhile, the Extreme Ninja looks like he has no better handle on proceedings than he did when he was given the choice. Grant cracks his knuckles and moves in for the kill…

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Ninja Almost Takes It With An Inside Cradle!!!
[/align]

CL: The Hell was that?

CM: The Hell was what?

CL: Where did that Cradle come from?

CM: I didn’t see no baby. Anyway, be quiet. Re-sculpting the man’s hair is going to be a delicate process.

Grant gets a little confused by the sheer speed of the Ninja, and barely ducks a dropkick, rolling back and slapping Momoko’s stomach, indicating another unwilling tag. Not that Momoko is actually unwilling to take another shot at the former Flycore Champion, and around the ring, and the outside, playing peek-a-boo around Mr. Blond and his manager, as they try to reset the bright blond hair. This game annoys everyone; Daisuke, Blondie, Momoko, even Grant Rice who Smushes the Lot with a Plancha!!!

CM: NOOOOOOO!!!

Fortunately, the two on the outside that style themselves with a hint of Ninja-y goodness live up to that billing, combining to push their client/partner out of the way [in EN’s case, into the ring] and dancing out of range of the falling Revolutionary, leaving him to take out his partner, and Chip to breath a sigh of relief.

[align=center]Seven! Eight! Nine![/align]

Grant just about has the presence of mind to get Momoko back in the ring before the clock strikes Ten. Ever the opportunist, Extreme Ninja gets on La Magistral!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Momoko Powers Out With a Fist to the Face!!!
[/align]

It lacks the flair of a fireball, but at short notice, what can you do? It gets the Ninja on the jaw, staggers him enough. Yet not enough to stop him stamping Momoko down a bit so he can start Busting a Move. At least, he would if Mr. Blond hadn’t tagged himself back in. A little strange, but when he motions towards Grant, and looks like he wants vengeance for his hair, it seems reasonable enough. Momoko obliges, having just been saved a flipping leg drop to the face. Rice, having had the advantage earlier, grins as he enters the ring.

JH: Grant Rice already smells blood.

CM: It’ll be his own, if there’s any justice in the world.

CL: Blood? Where?

Grant Rice almost looks ready to seriously wrestle his opponent , but takes his hand away and laughs. Laughs all the way into a Knuckle Arrow! And does Blondie really care that it’s against the rules? No! More follow! Until Rice starts Jaw Jackin’ and almost knocks his opponent off his feet! The almost is important, because a Knuckle Arrow is quickly sent back and Mark Jackson pushes the two apart before a real strike war can begin. Thank God.

CM: Aww no, ref! Don’t make them wrestle!

“Call 911!” Is the shout from Grant Rice, as he ducks a Knuckle Arrow over the head of the referee. The back drop lift is blocked once, blocked twice, stopped with a punch to the forehead, and before Ref. Jackson can reprimand him, rolled into a Side Headlock Takedown, with the hold, quite predictably wrenched on, while on the ground, complete with rubbing his wrist tape in Grant Rice’s face, as Mr. Jackson comes over to take a look. Grant rolls Mr. Blond over and…

[align=center]One!

And That’s All, Before Mr. Blond Rolls it Back Over!!
[/align]

This leaves Rice to try the classic headscissor counter to this. Unwilling to do anything that damages the quiff, Blondie beats a hasty retreat, holding his hand out for a tag to EN. Grant merely rolls his eyes, and lets the one that actually despises FIW’s Ninja handle him. Ninja makes a quick entrance, Momoko however knows him quite well by now and tries to take him out with a well placed Diving Double Foot Dropkick! In turn, Ninja drop-kicks her out of the air!


JH: Time to Bust A-

CM: Bitchen, there is no way you are cool enough to actually say that. So don’t.

This time the standing Shooting Star Leg-drop connects after the sign and the break-dancing! Immediately, Ninja goes for the cover!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Foot On The Ropes!!!
[/align]

In an uncharacteristic display of honour, Daisuke is the one who first points this out. While he didn’t actually do anything – for once – he is the one to draw attention to it. He’s also quick to point out that the Tag Team Champion seemed to have no interest in his partner’s wellbeing. Guff talking and an exchange of smack ensue, distracting Grant from the important issue; that his former stablemate wants to Step on Momoko.

JH: The dropkick to the knee; the sign.

CL: All right Bitchen, keep in your pants. You’ve seen this move before, remember. I Step On You!

CM: Oh NOOOOO!!!!!!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three!!!

Ninja Takes It!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!
[/align]

The bell continues to win, even as Another Body Murdered reprises. Grant and Daisuke are trying to get into each other’s faces on the apron. Difficult for The Crow though it is standing half a head shorter than Rice, he still tries. Fortunately for Tanaka, he has help

JH: Good Sweet Christ! Get out there before…

CM: Sweet Zombie Jesus! That was a toe-capped boot in his Partner’s Face!!!

Mr. Blond wasn’t running to Daisuke’s aid at all. In fact he levels the Extreme Ninja before he can even get up from his pin with the Quiff Kick! Mr. Rice and Mr. The Crow’s Guff Talking has quickly become full blown Jaw-Jacking, and now Daisuke’s hanging over the top rope locking on a Jujigatame!

JH: And where the bloody hell did that Stop Sign come from?

CM: Hammerspace, if I had to guess.

That Stop Sign that is now being employed by a groggily irate Momoko Wakari on Grant Rice’s trapped head! Rice falls down, and Momoko goes to put it to good use on her old friend Ninja, but he’s being hounded out of the ring by Blondie stabbing him in the ribs with the point of his boot. Mr. Blond also seems to have got himself a Microphone thrown up to him.

Mr. Blond: See Boss? Ah told ya Ah’d find us a good front laine fightah!

CL: You Fucking What?!?!?!

Mr. Blond: Ah know she ain’t got tha power tha’ others got; but Ah don’ reckon tha’s what we’ s’posed ta be ‘bout, and there’s no doubt she’s as sharp’sa knife. Least she can get stuff that’s sharp like a knife.

Having got his hands on Mike Anderson’s Ring Announcing Microphone, Daisuke raises it to his lips as he appraises Momoko. He says nothing for now though, prompting Mr. Blond to fill the otherwise boo-filled gap.

Mr. Blond: Come on, boss; it’s just one match. There’ll be others. An’ ya know, if she knows ‘zactly what she’s fightin’ for, then ya know, she could be really dangerous…

Wittering along these lines continues as Mr. Blond’s mic slowly drifts away from him. Daisuke cuts him off, in English, for all the world to hear.

Mr. The Crow: As my associate suggests, Miss Wakari, that was not the most impressive performance I have seen from you, although I believe I know the cause of your problems.

The entire world can hear him, but they’re not listening. In fact, if they had rotten vegetables, there are good odds that they’d be thrown at him.

Mr. The Crow: But, Miss Wakari, with the right direction, the right leadership, I genuinely believe you could be a major threat. For too long, I have seen you randomly flailing and clawing, trying to hold on, but ultimately drawing your hands back with nothing.

Mr. Blond cuts in here, but is ignored.

Mr. The Crow: So here it is. A way forward. Granted, it will be my way forward; but as the man says, I need someone to help carve it for me. Is that what you want? More importantly, is that what you need?

Momoko nods softly upon hearing Daisuke’s offer… she looks around at the irate crowd momentarily before taking the microphone from the head of the Tanaka Zaibatsu.

Momoko: You know, Dai-Chan… whilst I, in some way, cannot forget how you abandoned us in Red Cell… but I can see, in another light, that sometimes it’s best for business to make as drastic a decision as you made.

So now, I’m going to make one of my own…


The Pink-Haired Demon then drops the microphone before taking Daisuke Tanaka’s hand and shaking it, bowing her head respectfully to The Crow…
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The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy.

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

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

MA: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a singles match. Currently standing in the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing 240 lbs., MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!!”

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


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

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


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

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


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

MA: “And his opponent, from the Alleys of New York City, weighing in tonight at 319 lbs., CRRRRAAACCKKKEERRRJJJJJAAACCCCKKKKK!”

Michael Anderson makes his way to the outside and takes a seat beside the time keeper. On the inside Michaela Menendez motions to the time keep who rings the bell.

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

Immediately the two big men lockup in the center of the ring, wasting no time at all to get this contest underway. Crackerjack gets the better of Maj and kicks him in the gut, forcing him into a standing head scissors. He wraps his arms around the waist of Maj and very early tries to lift him up for a power bomb, only for Maj to hop off his shoulders in front of him. He’s ready for it though, and throws Tahal overhead with a belly to belly suplex. Quick to stay on his opponent, Crackerjack lifts Tahal up from the mat, and rams the back of his elbow into the facial region of Tahal a few times before taking him down with a drop suplex then the cover.

JH: “And we’re underway, with Crackerjack going after Tahal almost as soon as the bell was rung.”

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2...!


NO, KICKOUT![/align]


CM: “Damnit, that referee is counting too fast again!”

JH: “Looked pretty normal to me, are you sure you’re not seeing things?”

Crackerjack once again lifts him up from the mat and hits a couple of strikes to soften him up, then lifts him into the air in a vertical position, dropping him headfirst into the mat with a brainbuster. Unlike last time, Crackerjack capitalizes on the punishment he’s inflicted and instead of going for a cover, crashes into Maj’s chest with a falling elbow drop. He gets back to his feet and nails another elbow drop, this time causing Tahal to hold his chest in pain, seemingly having the wind knocked of him at the moment. After a few more elbow drops, Crackerjack makes another cover.

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2...!


JUST LIKE LAST TIME, MAJ TAHAL KICKS OUT BEFORE THE THREE![/align]


He gets to his feet, bringing Tahal with him, before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him into the nearest turnbuckle. Using his agility, Maj runs up the turnbuckle and flies back into Crackerjack with a whisper in the wind, taking down the big man. Tahal bounces off the ropes and Crackerjack is back to his feet, on the rebound Maj catches him with a tornado DDT that practically leaves him brain dead from how hard his head got slammed. Tahal instead of covering scales the turnbuckle to the top rope and comes off it with another highflying move, this time a moonsault directly onto Crackerjack and straight into a pin.

CM: “BOOM! That’s how we do it in FIW!”

JH: “Um, simmer down there, Chip. No need too excited.”

CM: “Please, how can you not get excited? The best guy in this contest and whooping ass and taking names.”

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PSSH, YOU DON‘T DESERVE A TWO! CRACKERJACK KICKS OUT![/align]


The two big men get back to their feet at the same time and begin to exchange punches. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK! It almost sounds like gun shots from the amount of force they’re putting into their shots, each man not willing to give in to the other. After a flurry of offense, eventually Crackerjack gets the better of Tahal and has him reeling. He grabs him around the base of his neck, looking to go for a choke slam of some sort. General Kumar Singh, seeing the predicament his client is in, craftily tries to get on the ring apron with a steel chair in hand. Unfortunately his stealthy days are over, he trips while trying to duck under the top rope and drops the chair. Michaela turns her attention away from the action and notices the unwanted interference from the General. Immediately she runs over and attempts to stop him from giving the chair to his client, arguing with him while the two competitors still struggle for control, Crackerjack’s hand getting tighter around the neck of Maj Tahal.

He sees that the referee is distracted and reacts quickly, throwing his leg up directly into the groin area of Crackerjack, effectively breaking the hold he had. Maj reaches into his tights, pulling out a shiny pair of brass knuckles. He slides them onto his right hand and lashes out at Crackerjack, nailing him in the side of his head, right in the temple. Maj hastily takes the knuckles off and pushes them back into his tights, making the cover on the unconscious Crackerjack who’s sprawled on the mat.

JH: “THAT’S NOT RIGHT, HE USED A FOREIGN OBJECT!”

CM: “And I’m going to use a foreign object on you if you don’t shut up. You will not ruin this for Mister Maj Tahal.”

Michaela finally manages to get General Kumar Singh back to the outside, turning back to the action and seeing that Maj has made a cover.

[align=center]1...!


2...!


3...![/align]


MA: “Here is your winner via pinfall, MAAAJJJJJJ TAAAHHHHAALLLL!”

“Spitfire” by Prodigy hits the PA system for the second time tonight, as Kumar gets back into the ring, running over to his client to raise his arm in victory. The two men walk around the ring with cocky smirks on their faces. As the camera zooms in on them Maj Tahal yells out, “I WANT ANOTHER SHOT AT THE DUAL-CROWN!”, meanwhile Kumar makes a motion towards Maj’s waist signifying that the gold is going around him.

JH: “He wants another title shot, eh? I guess he’ll have to wait for that because title shots aren’t given to people who cheat so blatantly.”

CM: “NO ONE WILL DENY HIM HIS TITLE SHOT! SO SHUT UP!"
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CM: Ah, yes the happiness of the next match.

JH: Happiness?

CM: The boring and weeping Elrick getting his snot beaten out of him.

JH: This match shouldn’t even happen, Elrick’s not even thinking straight.

CL: Yes he is, he’s thinking Horrorcore, about time he stood up and showed some balls.

JH: By stacking every odd he has going for him out of the window?

CL: No, for making this match because it‘s going to be a blood fest, I mean look what Elrick‘s requested by the ringside.

The camera pans out to see the ring, weapons are all over the place from tables to chairs, to lightubes to even a shopping trolley, either way the camera comes back to see Constance grinning.

CL: You guys are about to see some of the Proper! Hardcore wrestling.

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 scheduled to be a No Disqualification, Handicap I Quit match, first hailing from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds… DRAAAAKKKE LOOOOVEEEE!!!!

[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: I hope Elrick fucks him up!

CL: Whoa tiger, clam down there.

JH: Sorry, he just deserves a beating, even if I hate hardcore matches, I hope Elrick hurts him bad.

CM: Aww, did dwakey hurt your wittle wover? Aww, shut up Bitchen.

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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 partner from Fairfield, Connecticut, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds… SEAAAAANNNNNN MAADDRRRRRROOOOOOOXX!!!!

[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, but a weird reaction is heard as the crowd roar! Wait! That‘s why coming sprinting down the ramp, waiting for nothing but his own vengeance is Elrick, in his hand a steel chair as he smashes the chair right into Sean‘s legs making him buckle and fall off the apron, the crowd explode with cheers as Elrick points to Drake with a expression of pure rage, Fuzz calls for the bell as Elrick slides in dropping the chair.

CM: Wait a minute! That’s cheating!

CL: No, it’s called bad-ass, Elrick used his background to out think the ego’s.

JH: And now finally he’s in the ring, alone with Drake, come on Elrick!

CL: Can anyone say brawl? What was that?

As Conse says that indeed Drake and Elrick charge into a full blown war of punches, each strike driving the fans into a cheer, each blow taking each man’s anger level up higher and higher.

CL: BRAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLL!!!!!!

There punches get stiffer and stiffer before Elrick drives a knee right into Drake’s gut, roaring to the fans in the audience he then runs to the ropes but all he gets is a chair to the spine from Sean who shouts “Bitch!” as Elrick staggers forward right into a beautifully performed belly-to-belly suplex from Drake. Drake stands up instantly tapping the side of his head to a round of boos from the crowd, Sean comes into the ring and starts booting down on Elrick, calling to Drake who joins in as both viciously boot down on Elrick, Fuzz places the mic by Elrick’s mouth asking does he quit…

[align=center]“NO!”[/align]

CM: Genius, that’s how you out smart someone, not running around screaming.

CL: Coming from a man who’s zips undone?

CM: WHAT?!

CL: See. You’re an idiot.

As they finish booting him, Sean moves away to the ringside area grabbing something as Drake lifts him up and delivers some nasty forearm shots to the head before Irish whipping him into the ropes and as he comes back nailing a knee to the gut stopping him and doubling Elrick over. As he does this Sean, with lightube in hand stand son the ring apron, then leaps up, springboards off the top rope and comes crashing down with the lightube, smashing it right over Elrick’s spine as he falls forward in pain, seeing the little bits of blood coming from his back, or that’s just sweat rash, either way Sean then grabs the piece of smashed lightube in his hand and moves to spin Elrick over into a sitting position and starts raking it over his forehead, Elrick screams out as Fuzz asks does he want to quit.

[align=center]“NO! ARGGHHH! FUCK! NO!”[/align]

JH: Oh my god look, Elrick’s already split open.

CL: Damn, these guys are starting to get better and more bloodier, I like.

JH: Conse, Elrick’s screwed and we all know it, I hope he can fight these two off or he could be seriously injured.

CM: I see no problem, oh wait yeah I do… whoa, sorry I thought I cared there, Kick his ass!

Sean releases Elrick seeing his blood all over his hands, he smirks standing up as Drake boots down on Elrick, the pair seem to be enjoying themselves as Elrick climbs to his knees using the ropes, but is soon placed outside as Drake dropkicks him to the mats outside. Sean stands back up and looks down at Elrick who’s laying there with a crimson forehead, Drake doesn’t waste anytime climbing out after him and picking him up to his feet, applying a waist lock, he looks about ready to German suplex Elrick when he blocks it and looks seeing Sean running to the ropes, Elrick ducks and moves as Sean comes flying over the ropes with a tope con Hilo but misses Elrick, crashing into Drake as Elrick lays against the ring taking a deep breath as his opponents look down and out for a few moments.

CL: Wehay! Next time the Slam! Guys need eye tests, wrong one idiot.

JH: Elrick using his intellect there.

CM: He has one? Stop, that’s such a lie, that man couldn’t figure his way out of wet toilet roll.

Elrick gets to his feet, grabbing a chair near him he nails Drake over the back with it hard making him buckle down and then Elrick grabs the chair and carefully places it on the ring apron, before turning and grabbing Sean by the head, kneeing him in the stomach hard before placing him by the chair, he then backs up before running and looking for a yakuza kick, but Sean drop toe holds him straight into the chair, Elrick turns and then gets planted by a super kick, knocking him back into the chair before Sean grabs the fallen body of Elrick and begins to wrench away with a armbar, Fuzz quickly comes over to ask if he quits.

[align=center]“NO! NEVER!!”[/align]

Sean releases looking irritated as Drake stands up, looking towards Sean asking what happened, he points at Elrick and the pair just agree, Drake picks Elrick up and rolls him into the ring as Sean goes for a table and slides it in, along with a chair.

CM: Elrick’s getting slaughtered, this a work out for Drake and Sean.

CL: He’s the only one bleeding so I can’t argue.

JH: It’s two on one, he’s trying for god sake!

Sean boots Elrick in the gut doubling him over and then pushes him to the corner running and shoulder charging him hard as Elrick drops to his ass, laying against the bottom turnbuckle. Sean grabs a hold of the chair Drake brought in and then points to Elrick, the fans of course boo there little heads off, until there silence as Sean runs and nails a dropkick into the chair, into Elrick’s head as he looks completely fucked in the corner. Sean then throws the chair to the canvas as he taunts the booing crowd, seeing Drake pick Elrick up and watching him move to where the table’s set in the corner, Sean just watches on as a lifeless Elrick stands against Drake’s stomach, Drake turns around looking to pick him up for a back drop, but Elrick still has something in him, as he drives a elbow backwards into Drake’s face, before turning and clubbing him hard with forearm shots, something inside of Elrick brings him alive to fight!

JH: Finally, come on Elrick, fight them off.

CL: Thought you weren’t biased?

JH: I am when he deserves to beat Drake senseless.

Sean sees it and comes to attack Elrick from behind, but Elrick sees him and moves into a elbow to the face, then back into a forearm to Drake, he keeps doing this until Sean swings for a clothesline, which Elrick ducks and then turns, Sean does to as Elrick charges and SPEARS! The pair and himself right through the table as the crowd explode into a “Holy Shit!” taunt as all three men look down and out, Fuzz asks them all do they quit getting a “No” from them all.

JH: SPEAR!

CL: Oh come on people, a holy shit taunt? Please this isn’t sports entertainment.

JH: That was brutal Conse.

CL: It was a spear man, someone falling off a 20ft ladder through 3 tables, THAT’S brutal.

CM: Or in your imagination, sexual.

As Elrick arises from his position, he raises his arm as the fans cheer him on, a “fuck them up Elrick! Fuck them up!” Chant roams around the arena, Elrick moves to Drake, picking his number one target up he grabs him and rams his head into the turnbuckle, before moving back and charging delivering a clothesline, sandwiching Drake in the corner. Elrick then turns and moves outside, grabbing yet another table and sliding it into the ring, he then sets it up slowly, his energy level so low as he sets it up by the corner, before moving back and lifting Drake up to the top turnbuckle, slapping him across the face Elrick points to the set up table.

CL: Now his is the Elrick I love!

JH: Sick demented mean bastard Elrick?

CL: YES!

CM: Or he’s just trying to defend his dignity, like he had any, the man smells lie half a pound of dog crap.

JH: To quote you Chip, Awh is someone sad because there wittle seamy’s wosing?

CM: Fuck you Jonathon!

Elrick grins though, not obviously satisfied with what’s on the table as he grabs down below the turnbuckle, picking up a bag and smiling as he turns the bag upside down and thumbtacks roll from it onto the table, Elrick grins evilly as he then lifts himself back, up looking towards Drake before scaling the ropes and looking for a Superplex onto the table.

CL: DO IT!!!!

…Elrick hooks Drake in the Superplex, but out of nowhere Sean kicks him in the foot, making him lose his footing and crotch himself, Drake shakes the cob webs and watches Sean grab on the table, looking to Drake asks him to lift Elrick up, he does so as the pair seem to be setting something up. But Elrick seeing the danger again fights back, kicking Sean off the table as he uses his balance and quickly grabs Drake in a one-arm slam and with a variation of the Career Killer, Elrick shouts to the crowd “FOR YOU MEGAN!” as he leaps and DRIVES! Himself and Drake into the thumbtack covered table as the crowd roar into a “Holy Shit” chant.

JH: OH MY GOD! CAREER KILLER!

CL: BAM! That’s how you do it!

CM: Oh no… oh wait, Elrick’s ripped open too, that’s ok then.

Both men lay amongst the mess as everyone looks highly in pain, Fuzz asks do they both quit as Elrick replies “NO!” Drake seems close to saying it as he replies “Oh god… I… I…” but before he can Sean boots him in the face, letting him shut up as Fuzz looks up, Sean smirks before picking up a chair as he stalks Elrick who with thumbtacks in his back staggers to his feet. Sean then throws the chair to Elrick who catches it as he turns, before getting a face full of chair with a vicious super kick, as he comes back off the ropes from the impact Sean takes him over and begins wrenching away like a maniac with a butterfly lock, Elrick screams out in pain as Fuzz asks does he quit!

[align=center]“NEVER!! You piece of shit!”[/align]

CM: That’s it make him squeal!

JH: This is wrong, Elrick thought so hard, no come on Elrick!

Elrick keeps replying no as Sean screams for him to tap, but Elrick seems to be in so much pain as he keeps replying no that he soon passes out from the pain, never in fact giving up as he just passes out, Fuzz calls for the bell as he checks on Elrick, Sean releases the hold looking down at the passed out Elrick.

JH: He never quit! He never quit!

CL: Then why did they call for the bell, come on Fuzz what the hell.

CM: Wimp passed out, he calls himself a man, pfft.

As Fuzz checks on Elrick, Sean asks WTF, the fans who are just as puzzled wait as Fuzz moves and talks to Michael Anderson, before moving and lifting Sean arms in the air…

MA: Your Winner! By referee stoppage! SEAN MADROX AND DRAKE LOVEEEEEEEEE!

…The crowd boo towards Fuzz, Sean grins as he looks down at Elrick who’s beginning to stir, gaining back his energy as referee’s come down to the ring to check on him, as he does Sean grins picking up his title belt from the ringside area as he’s climbed out of the ring.

CL: Come on Fuzz, that’s shit, we want more blood!

CM: Said he’s a wimp, couldn’t battle two greats.

Drake rolling out of the ring, thumbtacks inserted in his back, as Sean comes around patting him on the back and raising Drake’s arm mockingly as the fans boo, but Drake sees the FSC, but not for long as out of nowhere Sean super kicks Drake right in the jaw knocking him flat on his back, looking out cold himself as Sean raises the belt above his head and grins, the fans booing his face off as he walks yup the ramp, seeing EMT’s now coming out to check on Elrick as the referee’s check on Drake.

JH: This isn’t over, no way.

CL: Pfft, look at them all, there either bloodied, dead or just a prick.

CM: Greatness actually, Sean makes that title have pride.

JH: IT’S NOT HIS!

CM: Soon, very soon.

Sean disappears as the crowd watch Elrick push off medical help, trying to stand but he can’t, the lack of energy and blood loss keeping him down, he rolls out of the ring as the EMT’s watch him, making him fall over almost but they catch him, he pushes them off as he stumbles up the ramp, blood covering him, but at the entrance area, he drops to his face, EMT’s rush to him, dragging him out of the crowd’s sight as the camera cuts to backstage.
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Cutting to the back the camera crew appears to be in an odd and not often filmed place, the bathroom. By the way there are urinals on the wall it would be a good guess that it is the men’s bathroom, reinforcing this theory is when FIW’s General Manager enters. His movements aren’t so much steps as they appear to make him just glide across the floor and towards the stalls, going all the way to the end of the row. A glove covered hand opens the door to the stall and he abruptly pauses in his movement, causing a jagged ripple across his clothing.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... What in…kssshhhhhk... the world…kssshhhhhk...

The camera zooms in to reveal a small post-it note on the inside of the door and it reads “Hello General Manager, my faxes and phone calls stop going through so I thought I’d try this instead, I left one in every stall door to make sure you didn’t miss this. My client, Maj Tahal, after his victory over Crackerjack and his technical win over the champion last time they met wants another title shot. Kay, thanks, bye” and signed by General Kumar. FIW’s enigmatic General Manager rips the note from the door and stares down at it for a few moments. There is a chibi version of the General’s smiling face and a chibi hand beside it giving the peace sign at the bottom of the note’s request.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... I am going…kssshhhhhk... to have to do…kssshhhhhk... some thing…kssshhhhhk... about this…kssshhhhhk...

Perhaps thinking it isn’t a good idea to disturb the boss any longer, the camera cuts away from this odd scene…

JH: Well, next on tonights Pay-Per-View caliber card is a grudge match between the Flycore Champion, Graver and the man he promised a shot in Ethan Adams.

CM: Yeah, but the Straight Edge Doucheamaniac only granted it to him in his OWN match’s rules, the Flaming Motorcycle Deathmatch!

CL: You idiot, Graver didn’t request the rules for the match! It was probably Kenny, his manager. I never thought I’d say this, but that’s one smart little bastard.

JH: In any case, fans in attendance, turn your attention to the ReVoltrons and those at home, enjoy this footage from the Canadian flatlands… LIVE.

Our screen cuts momentarily after watching the announcers stare awkwardly at nothing to a ring of bikers in a chilly, flat part of Canada. In the center of this ring is a large bonfire, as well as three men.

Kenny: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a FLAMING MOTORCYCLE DEATHMATCH! Introducing first, he’s the Straightcore Fuckamaniac! The Ayatollah of Ass-a hole-a! The Messiah Death-Defiya… and the FLYYYCOOOOORE CHAMPION! GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRAAAAAAAAVERRRRRR!!

Kenny: And Samuel Adams. FIGHT!

JH: Kenny is SO disrespectful! What happened to that nice young lad that used to run around here?

CL: Getting your arm snapped can make you mean.

CM: Oh like you would know.

CL: I’d be willing to test the theory on you.

CM: … no thanks.

Our competitors circle one-another, as competitors are want to do. Ethan Adams looks extremely confident and cracks his knuckles. He looks natural and capable even in his designer jeans and T-shirt. Graver, of course, looks at home in his jeans, shirt, and hoodie. The Straight Edge Fuckamaniac is the first one to make a step forward, but even that’s only a stutter-step feint. Ethan takes it and lunges forward to lock horns, but Graver isn’t where he expected him to be, so the champ kicks a cloud of dirt and dust in his face.

CL: Niiiice feint from Graver!

JH: He won’t get that kind of trick past Ethan Adams again. Ethan’s a thinking man’s wrestler!

CL: Well, he’s no Gatito Cerebro.

Adams spits and claws the dirt from his eyes, then decides to charge in on Graver. Adams leaves his feet to allow Graver a dandy taste of dropkick, which Graver thinks tastes rather like pain. The champ’s back hits the dirt and Adams is right up on him with a standing moonsault--NO! Graver rolls out of the way and pops to his feet, doling out several stomps to Adams’ tailbone!

CL: That’s the unrelenting mastermind right there! Takes a kicking and keeps on ticking!

Ethan eventually rolls away from Graver’s onslaught and gets to his feet. He seems like his mind is working behind darting eyes and finally steps forward and BLASTS Graver in the abdomen with a toe kick! Graver bends forward with the pain and gets SNAPPED into a chancery that mutates into a snapping suplex!

JH: Beautiful snap suplex by the First Wonder of the World!

CM: You gotta give credit to a guy who’s got half his damn repertoire cut off by there being no ropes.

CL: Oh, boo fuckin’ hoo. If he REALLY fought in that many street brawls he’d not have a problem.

JH: He seems to be doing just fine for himself.

Ethan has rolled over into a mount on Graver’s chest and is DRIVING fists into his face! Graver takes a hard one to the nose and JAMS BOTH THUMBS INTO ETHAN’S EYES!!!

JH: That’s a blatantly illegal maneuver! And Logan Black’s just standing by!

CM: You really don’t get the concept of “no disqualification”, do you?

Ethan pulls back off Graver and rubs at his eyes, giving the champ a chance to roll away. Graver crawls on all fours in between the legs of a few bikers and disappears into the crowd. Ethan finally regains his vision and looks around for the champ, a bit confused. He wheels around in a few directions before finally putting his hands on his hips in an annoyed fashion.

JH: This cannot end well.

CL: For Adams, maybe.

Ethan walks toward Kenny at the edge of the biker crowd and threateningly questions him as to Graver’s whereabouts. Logan Black steps forward to stop him from harming the little man, but that’s not necessary as Graver bursts from about ninety degrees from his entry point and charges Ethan with something in his hands… something squarish… and sharp.

CL: IT’S THE BARBED WIRE CINDER BLOCK!!

Graver charges forward and around the fire to bring the cinder block CRASHING down into Ethan Adams’ back!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!!

Graver GRIIIINDS the barbed wire and concrete against Adam’s skin before pulling away and cackling madly!

JH: That’s inhuman! Look at those lacerations on Ethan Adams’ back!

CM: Oh they’ll heal. Pussy.

CL: Blood!

Graver places the barbed wire cinder block HARD back on Adams’ back before DOUBLE STOMPING ONTO THE CINDERBLOCK!!!

JH: SOMEONE STOP THAT!!

CL: EEYYEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!

Graver laughs and grabs Ethan under the arm, hoisting him upward with Kenny’s help. The bikers begin passing him overhead to the back of the circle.

CL: Well, that’s it. Ring the bell. Match is over. Graver’s still the champ.

JH: And with such lowdown--no, wait! WAIT! Look!

Ethan Adams is indeed conscious again, and crawling forward, hand-over-hand across the heads and hands of bikers, rolling back into the circle!

CL: That ASSHOLE!

Graver looks positively furious, but just grits his teeth and throws his famous one-punch knockdown--BUT ETHAN INTERCEPTS IT!! He hooks Graver up and rotates with a 180 Northern Lights suplex--STRAIGHT INTO THE BONFIRE IN THE CENTER OF THE CIRCLE!!!

CM: OUCH!

JH: GOOD SWEET FUCKING CHRIST!!!

Graver LEAPS out of the flames, rolling back and forth in the dirt to make sure he’s put out. A few raised burns are visible beneath the dirt on his back, but their heat could never match the intense hatred in his eyes. He turns around and grabs a beer bottle out of the hand of a thirsty biker near him, and charges for Ethan Adams!

CL: Graver’s on the fuckin’ warpath!

Adams gets in a defensive stance and dodges the first two of Graver’s swings before a THUNKING direct hit, and another that EXPLODES BEER AND AMBER GLASS IN HIS FUCKING FACE!!!

CL: MORE BLOOD!! MORE VIOLENCE!!!

Graver gets some more help from Kenny and HOISTS Ethan back up. The bikers shuffle him quickly to the rear of the circle, dumping him on the outside.

JH: And that’s the end of the match!

Kenny: Your winner, and STILL! FLYYYYYYCOOOOORE CHAMPION! GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYVEERRRRRR!!!

JH: I just don’t abide this hardcore wrestling.

CL: Yeah, well, that’s ‘cuz your guy lost.

Graver nudges Garbonzo (who’s in the crowd) and points to his motorcycle. Garbonzo nods and Graver hops on bitch.

CM: Wonder where he’s going?

CL: Probably off to celebrate with Sprite and no-touchy strippers.
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JH: Up next folks is a rematch for the FIW Undisputed International Championship four months in the making!

CL: I said it then, I’ll say it now, god I hope the Japanese dough boy takes it home tonight.

CM: I’m not sure which I dislike the most, the freak or the guy who got soft and squishy.

JH: I’m no expert, but I don’t think Kiyoshi has gained THAT much weigh-

CL: He means his attitude, you numb nut.

CM: Yes, some one snipped his balls off when I wasn’t looking.

JH: I don’t know about that, I think Nakahata has finally opened his eyes to the truth.

CL: Yes, he got some god damn sense knocked into him.

CM: Bite your tongue! Kiyoshi has fallen from grace, but it’s okay, he’ll return to the cause one day.


MA: The following contest is your semi-main event of this edition of Wednesday Night ReVolt, and is set for one fall to a finish. The General Manager has granted it a thirty minute time limit and your official for this contest is J.J.! And it is for…the Full Intensity Wrestling Undisputed International Championship!


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

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

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

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

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


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


CL: For about two months or so he might’ve been without any gold around that waist, but he’ll fix that tonight.

CM: Gargh…so conflicted…

JH: This young man very well could be the next champion after it is all said and done.


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

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


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

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

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

The shadow within me…
Gonna lead the revival…

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


CM: On the one hand Kiyoshi is a pussy now, on the other, this guy’s always been and always will be a Grade A freak.

JH: He may be a tad strange, but he’s been mighty impressive as the holder of that championship around his waist.

CL: Yup, almost makes you forget how embarrassing of a first reign the sheep fucker had.


MA: Introducing first in the blue corner, the challenger, he hails from Komachi, City, Japan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds and stands tall at six feet and one inch…He is Mister Fighting Spirit…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIIIYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHIIIIIIIIII NAAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAATAAAAAAAA~!!!


Nakahata bounces back down onto the mat, giving the fans a salute like wave and polite bow of his head while they shower him with praise.


MA: Introducing next in the red corner, the champion, he hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds and stands at a grand total of six feet and two inches…He is your reigning FIW Undisputed International Champion…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


Some of the fans cheer and others jeer at the sight of the masked oddity undoing his championship belt and pushing his body up to a vertical base.


JH: You can tell that Kiyoshi certainly has the fans’ support more so than the champion, that could play into the match.

CL: …The fans…acceptance…could play a factor in the match? …Are you retarded or some thing?

CM: I have to agree with Conse, since when did the fans liking some one more effect a match?


J.J. calls the two to the center of the ring and they obey, strolling over to the much smaller man in the white and black striped shirt. Thoroughly he explains the rules of battle to both men and then looks to both to make sure they understand, they both nod their heads. The FIW official takes the championship from the Straight Edge Artist and then calls for both men to shake hands, to which the champion extends his hand. However, the white haired warrior stares down at it for several moments, looking like he might be thinking of actually not shaking it to the surprise of the fans. Gradually he extends his own hand and almost reluctantly shakes the champion’s hand as J.J. holds up the belt for a few seconds then calls for the bell.


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


Straight out of the bell and once again, surprising the fans, Nakahata yanks the champ forward and looks for a slight cheap shot in a lariat. Things don’t go his way though when the masked oddity ducks under it and puts on the brakes, throwing his arm back looking for a back elbow. Like he has a sixth sense, the Yeti like man grabs the arm and prepares to do one of his infamous Judo flips, only the Savior of Sorrow plants his feet and prevents it. In a sign of stubbornness, Mister Fighting Spirit tries to strain all of his power into flipping the slightly taller man but to no avail, all he gets is an open hand slap to the face.

CL: What bullshit is this?

CM: Onikage must some how be cheating, no one can stop the Judo flips when Kiyoshi wants them!

JH: After a questionable tactic from the challenger, the champion now disrespectfully slapping him in the face!

CL: There was nothing wrong with that tactic, sheep fucker was just too dumb to think of it himself.

CM: I have to hand it to Kiyoshi, that move did take balls, balls I thought he lost.

JH: Looks like that studying of their past matches has paid off for the reigning champion in either case.

Annoyance starts to creep into the features on Kiyoshi’s face and he doesn’t take that slap lying down, trying to toss the man who got his name sake from Kiyoshi’s home land. Once again he gets nothing but an open hand slap for his troubles and his part time tag team partner shouting at him in Japanese in an annoyed tone of his own. Try number four occurs and with just as grand results as the last tries and the third open hand slap for all that hard work put into it. Eventually growing fed up with it, Nakahata let’s go of the arm and tentatively both men back away from each other looking for a clean break, but Onikage doesn’t get it, a elbow strike to the ribs curtsey of Kiyoshi!

CM: Wow, that was kinda…aggressive, eh?

JH: Certainly was!

CL: I love it! Keep giving it to him kid and he’ll be pissing up blood hopefully tomorrow morning!

CM: I could get use to this side of Kiyoshi Nakahata.

JH: Could the slight bitterness and dare I say, envy, Kiyoshi has been feeling as of late towards Onikage be the cause of this?

CL: Why would Kiyoshi be envious of a guy that fucks sheeps and wears a mask that resembles road kill?

Fighting through the pain the Savior of Sorrow advances on his foe as J.J. berates Nakahata for the elbow strike that is until the champ grabs the heavier man. In the blink of an eye he tries to roll him up into a small package, only the challenger sees it coming and dishes out a second elbow strike to the ribs! This one is enough to stagger the Straight Edge Artist back and almost fall off of his feet, clutching at his midsection as he tries to catch his breath. Unfortunately for him, the slightly shorter man scales right up him in his kneeling position and clubs the side of his head with a devastating palm strike!

JH: The Shining Samurai!

CL: Looks like your precious sheep fucker wasn’t the only one watching tapes.

CM: Ah ha! That’ll take that freak down a few notches!

JH: My precious…well, I won’t repeat the last two words, just because I can respect his ability it suddenly makes me have some crush on him?

CL: Fuck yes.

CM: Hmm, I might be fine with the belt going to Nakahata now actually.

Impressively or foolishly, depending on how you look at it, the masked oddity is wobbling in his kneeling position but hasn’t left it yet. This doesn’t make for a happy Yeti and he dashes back a few steps, sizing the champion up and sprinting forward at full speed. All two hundred and sixty pounds of him thrusts his knee fourth, aiming for the masked jaw to shatter upon impact with the maneuver. Sadly, that never occurs as two hands launch out and grab his leg, rolling through with the blow and end result being Onikage locking in a single leg Boston crab on Kiyoshi Nakahata!

CL: Fuck!

CM: How’d he do that?!

JH: It would seem the claims of Onikage’s end may have been a bit premature, Conse and Chip.

CL: Just shut the fuck up Hitchen!

CM: Don’t tap Kiyoshi!

JH: It would be rather embarrassing to submit at this point in the match, but it could happen!

Screams of various Japanese curses exit the white haired warrior’s mouth while he shakes his head to signal to the referee he doesn’t want to tap any time soon. To make matters worse for the Judo Sensei, the Straight Edge Artist torques back and plants his near leg’s knee against the back of Nakahata’s neck! Now with two points of agony Kiyoshi’s screams only increase in volume as he claws and scrapes towards the ropes with as much power as he can summon. It isn’t a fast process by any stretch of the imagination, with each bit of distance he makes them take being seemingly less than an inch each time out.

CM: Gah! This is terrible!

JH: Onikage did a smart move that very few do, he pressed his knee against the back of the neck on Kiyoshi. Thus now his hold is targeting not only the back but also higher up on the neck.

CL: Thank you Captain fucking Obvious!

CM: Is Captain Obvious any thing like Captain Charisma?

JH: Well, excuse me for actually trying to do our job.

CL: No, you will not be fucking excused!

CM: …Guys? Any one? Hello? Is this thing on?

Inch by inch the Judo Sensei channels all of his chi into crawling towards that sacred bottom rope which leads to the salvation of his spinal chord. When he is nearly within grasp of it and reaches out for it, the champion pulls him back a few inches away from it much to the fans’ and his dismay. Yet again he starts fighting his way through the pain, through the pressure, and through the added weight to get within arm’s reach of those ropes. For the second time the Straight Edge Artist tries to pull them away from it, but he is too slow this time around and Kiyoshi’s upper body collapses on the bottom rope, getting J.J. to call for the break.

JH: After a few close calls Kiyoshi makes it to the rope!

CL: Oh thank Tier.

CM: Oh thank Toan.

JH: …Any ways, now the question is if Kiyoshi can mount a come back of some kind after being in that brutal submission for a few minutes.

CL: The answer is fucking yes.

CM: Hell yeah he better, I don’t want the freak walking out with that belt.

Tentatively both men back away from each other, the masked oddity giving his opponent what he wasn’t granted earlier, a clean break. On spaghetti legs the white haired warrior uses the ropes to pull his frame back up to a vertical base, but as soon as he let’s go of them Onikage pounces. Frantically the two struggle as the Savior of Sorrow tries to lock in the Buffalo sleeper, eventually Nakahata wiggles out of it and gets behind the champion. The roles are reversed as by the looks of it, the Judo Sensei is trying to bring the Straight Edge Artist down to the mat to lock in the Sankakujime!

CL: That’s right! Get his ass to the mat and make him tap! Do it!

CM: So…boring…

JH: These two have been countering and countering counters so much in this match it is crazy!

CL: More like what happens when you’ve faced each other several times and study your past encounters.

CM: Please, Kiyoshi, you’ve started to become cool again in this match, end my suffering.

JH: Oh be quiet Chip, this is great!

Awkwardly they battle for supremacy, a few times with his free hand the international champion tries to snatch the ropes to get the referee to break it up but Kiyoshi swats it away. With each swatting frustration becomes more and more apparent in the challenger’s body language, and on the last one he takes a full out swing for the masked oddity’s arm. Which is just what the doctor ordered, like two snakes the Savior of Sorrow’s arms wrap and coil around Nakahata’s arm, and a gasp comes from the crowd collectively. Gracefully the two hundred and sixty pounds flies over Onikage’s shoulder with a Judo flip, Kiyoshi tucks and rolls through the fall, rolling up to a knee with a pissed off look.

CM: Hey! He just stole Kiyoshi’s trick!

JH: Oh ho ho! Onikage just showed his own skill in the art of Judo.

CL: Meh, Kiyoshi’s fucking better at it by leaps and bounds.

CM: I think this is the first time I’ve seen Kiyoshi look so angry!

JH: I believe you’re right, I don’t recall ever seeing anger build up in him like this.

CL: Good, might be just what he needs to get the fucking job done.

Before the Yeti of FIW can do any thing to fix that embarrassment Onikage lunges right at him with a knee strike to the forehead, knocking him silly. Desperately he puts his arms over his head and tries to block the knee strikes that rain down upon him as he tries to shuffle away on his knees. He does just that and when out from under the lighter man drives a knee strike of his own onto his chin, and then gets a head butt to the midsection for his troubles! Quickly the Straight Edge Artist gets up and hooks both arms, looking for the cross arm backbreaker only to get a big surprise, when Nakahata in mid-way wraps his legs around Onikage’s neck and hits a hurricanrana!

JH: OH MY GOD! Kiyoshi Nakahata just hit a hurricanrana!

CL: The fucking most sloppiest one ever seen at that, damn near crippled the sheep fucker with the impact.

CM: Whoo! That’s the kind of stuff I like to see!

JH: That was a incredible counter by Kiyoshi, if he can capitalize he could have it here!

CL: Both these guys have beaten the shit out of each other, if only there was blood.

CM: Maybe we’ll see Kiyoshi’s infamous moonsault next!

J.J. circles the two who are lying in a heap, each groping at their respected aching areas of their body at the moment and trying to catch what little breath they can. Near at the same time the two get to their feet, the champion the first to turn around and he delivers a low side kick to the ankle. A groan echoes out as the challenger turns around just in time to see a second low side kick coming his way, this time he catches it though and fights through the agony of that to nail a dragon screw! Sweat dripping off of him, Nakahata staggers up to his feet and tries to shake out the pain in his weakened leg before hitting the ropes.

CL: Yes! Fuck yes! Just when he was about to hit a bit of momentum, Kiyoshi knocks him the fuck down!

CM: Come on Nakahata! Hit whatever you are going to hit!

JH: We can feel it folks, the momentum shifting, the fans rising to their feet!

CL: Don’t you fucking jinx this shit Hitchen, if you do, I’ll fucking stab you in your sleep!

CM: And…and…and I’ll do…stuff to the body!

JH: Gee, thanks guys…

With a full head of steam he springs off of the ropes as the masked oddity stumbles up to his feet, looking almost dead on them and he turns around to come face to face. Like a bullet being fired out of a chamber Kiyoshi’s arm shoots out and connects fully with Onikage’s throat, sweat jumping off of him! Yet the fans erupt when it only sends him stepping a few feet back, he pounds on his chest, kicking up more of his mist like sweat as he tells Nakahata to do it again. The challenger is in shock at his lariat failing him and the sheer insanity of the man he some times calls his tag team partner, but runs to the ropes again.

CM: Aww, Hitchen jinxed it!

JH: I didn’t do any thing!

CL: …I wouldn’t go to fucking sleep for a while, if I were you Bitchen.

CM: Wow…he seems actually serious, that’s kind of creepy.

JH: But…but…but…I didn’t do any thing!

CL: You fucking jinxed it you mother fucker, don’t fucking lie!

Bouncing off of the ropes with more momentum he zips back to where the international champion is and shoots off another bullet like lariat right across the throat. For the second time it sends Onikage staggering but he doesn’t leave his feet, instead he toe kicks the white haired warrior! Swiftly he hooks both his arms and scoops him up into the Flavor of the Hour, jumping up and down and twisting Nakahata’s body as violently as he can while holding him up there. Just when he is about to drop to his knees to finish off the maneuver, the Yeti slips out of it and falls behind him, and the masked oddity turns around right into a discus lariat that takes him off his feet!

JH: The third time is the charm for Kiyoshi Nakahata’s lariat!

CL: You’re a lucky man Hitchen, a fucking very lucky man.

CM: Yes! He beheaded the freak!

JH: Not quite, though if we couldn’t see the aftermath of the move it’d certainly be hard to tell.

CL: Now all that’s left is to cover the man.

CM: No! I want the freak to suffer more!

Anger is now fully over riding Kiyoshi’s features at the fact that his lariat took that many tries to take the taller man down, and oddly enough, he scoops him back up onto his feet. Carefully he positions the champion behind him and grabs his arm before pointing towards the ropes, seemingly seeking a bit of comfort for his pride from earlier. He runs the ropes and the two spring off of them, and he delivers a picture perfect Ipponzei, aside from the small fact that in mid-air Onikage grabs him. Much to Nakahata’s own horror, the masked oddity pulls him down with him and rolls him right up into a sloppy version of the inside cradle as J.J. starts the count!

CL: Fuck you! Fuck you, you fucking sheep fucker!

CM: Gah! Maybe he should’ve taken the pin when he had the chance!

JH: This very well could be it! He retained last time via a roll up!


[align=center]1![/align]


CL: This can’t be fucking happening! Kiyoshi had it in the fucking bag!

CM: Every one saw it! Kiyoshi was gonna be champion!

JH: Could’ve been and was going to be are two very different things gentlemen!


[align=center]2![/align]


CL: Stupid flash pins!

CM: After all that, and Kiyoshi loses to a roll up?! Bull crap!

JH: It could happen!


[align=center]THRE-NO! KIYOSHI’S SHOULDER IS ROLLED OFF THE MAT![/align]


Indeed, Kiyoshi rolls it off of the mat when he reverses the inside cradle on Onikage and J.J. restarts his count!


CL: Ha! He forgot that Kiyoshi learned from the other master of the roll up, Daisuke!

CM: Was Daisuke really Kiyoshi’s mentor? I thought they were trained together.

JH: I think he meant that Kiyoshi probably got some pointers from Daisuke.


[align=center]1![/align]


CL: I’ll jump for fucking joy if Kiyoshi wins it with this.

CM: I’ll have to do my touch down dance if that happens!

JH: Neither of you will be doing either, we don’t need more angry hate mail.


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


CL: Fucker! Not even a two count?! Fucking slow count!

CM: I’ll say!

JH: That count was perfectly fine you two and you know it, so relax!


Both scramble to opposite sides of the ring and use the ropes to pull their bodies up from the mat, and as soon as they are back up they bolt right at one another. The FIW Undisputed International Champion goes for a lariat only for his challenger to duck it and hook his arm. To build more impact Nakahata uses the masked oddity’s momentum to scoop him up into the air as he looks for his S.T.K., only a slight hang up occurs with that. In mid-air the Savior of Sorrow wraps his arm around Kiyoshi’s neck in a front chancery, and takes him down when the white haired warrior drives him down and delivers a wicked DDT!

CM: Ow-ow-ow-ow-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUCH~!!!

JH: Onikage might’ve just compressed Kiyoshi’s spine with that DDT!

CL: Gah, holy fuck man! That was nasty!

CM: These two are killing each other!

JH: Neither man wants to walk away saying they don’t have the belt, that’s for darn sure!

CL: This is fucking awesome! This is how a fucking straight up wrestling match should be! …Minus the sheep fucker, of course.

Clutching at his neck, he grimaces and battles through all the aches and pains in his body to get to his feet and barrel right towards the taller man who is getting up to his own feet. At the last possible second he dives forward, unveiling what he is going for and the white haired warrior misses his target when the Straight Edge Artist ducks out of the way. Instead Nakahata spear tackles the steel ring post and cries out in agony, clutching at his shoulder as he tries to wiggle out between the middle and top turnbuckle pads. Immediately the champ takes advantage and closes in on the heavier man, drilling forearm strikes and head butts right along his spinal column.

JH: Crash and burn for Kiyoshi Nakahata!

CL: Fuck’s sake Kiyoshi! Get it together man!

CM: That wasn’t his greatest tactic ever.

JH: Not only has he damaged his shoulder, but he’s left himself wide open for Onikage to further soften up his back.

CL: I feel the urge to stab some thing fucking rising.

CM: Hitchen would be a good thing to stab, nice and squishy.

Mercilessly forearm strike after headbutt after forearm strike after headbutt rains down upon the flesh and bone of the Yeti’s back and he grimaces with each one. Maybe growing a bit fed up with this, the masked oddity rains down a flurry of just clubbing blows to his back to add insult to injury. Finally J.J.’s seen enough and calls for the break, and to let the white haired warrior exit from the corner he is currently stuck in without any defenses. Grudgingly the Savior of Sorrow does it and stops attacking the Judo Sensei, starting to back out of the corner when Nakahata elbows him right in the ribs yet again!

CL: Ha, ha! Fuck yeah! Give him another one!

CM: Yes! Give him a taste of his own medicine!

JH: ANOTHER unclean break from Kiyoshi, I don’t know what has gotten into him during this match!

CL: The lust for gold is what, he’s tired of playing second string.

CM: Now he knows how Matt Impact felt.

JH: I do believe that was a bloody burn.

Quickly he turns around to take advantage of it only to get an uppercut to the chin, leaving him dazed enough for the Savior of Sorrow to grab his arm and throw it over his head. Onikage then wraps his own arm over the back of Nakahata’s neck and grabs a handful of tights with his free hand, looking to lift him up into the air but to no avail at all. So, instead he opts to lift him up as high as he can and place him up on the turnbuckle, and then tries to lift him again, this time off of the turnbuckle. In the middle of lifting him up however, the white haired warrior kicks him questionably low, whether it was intentional or not it stops the masked oddity dead in his tracks.

CM: Yes! Nakakakaka saved himself from getting suplexed or whatever!

JH: It’s Nakahata, and I think Onikage might’ve been trying to go for a brainbuster, the move that put Kiyoshi away last time.

CL: But just like that, Kiyoshi denies his punk ass.

CM: Now it’s time for Kiyoshi to pull out some thing super cool and end this.

JH: Perhaps, he does have Onikage out on his feet after that low blow.

CL: Oh come now, it was a perfectly fine kick, don’t go tainting Kiyoshi’s championship win.

Freeing himself from the grasp of the champ, FIW’s Yeti tucks and rolls over the masked oddity’s back, ending up right behind him as the fans start to cheer. Swiftly he snatches him up and viciously drives him into the canvas with the White Hole Slam, and floats right over into the Dojime Sleeper! J.J. hurries over and kneels down beside them, checking on the Straight Edge Artist and making sure Nakahata doesn’t slip the hold into a illegal choke. Frantically the Savior of Sorrow tries to reach out and grab one of the near by ropes to break the hold, but Kiyoshi rolls the two away from the ropes, preventing it.

JH: The White Hole Slam and now the Dojime Sleeper is locked in!

CL: Fucking beautiful! This is fucking it! The fucking end!

CM: Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap!

JH: After eight successful title defenses it could all be over right here!

CL: It better fucking be over right here!

CM: Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap!

Knowing there is now no way to get to the ropes the champion’s mind is visibly running a mile a minute as it tries to form a new plan of escape from the hold. All the while the hold is sapping his energy and gradually draining him of his strength, to the point where his eyes even start to get heavy. The referee continues asking his former mentor if he wants to give in, and soon his signs of refusal are less and less until they stop completely. Upon Kiyoshi’s plea, J.J. checks the masked oddity and grabs his hand, lifting it up and holding it there for a brief moment before letting it go and it drops like a ton of bricks.

CL: Oh, this is just getting fucking better and better, a technical knock out win, I fucking love it!

CM: One down, two to go!

JH: If the arm goes down two more times folks, we have a new champion!

CL: Which will be fucking tremendous as the day Loon lost the fucking Flyweight Championship!

CM: Ack, random Horrorcore facts, must erase from my mind.

JH: We knew this hectic schedule of title defenses had to come back and bite Onikage on the butt some time, and that time is now!

Some of the Canadian fans cheer, and other jeer and shows looks of concern for the Straight Edge Artist as J.J. grabs his arm for a second time and lifts it up. Tension builds while he holds it up there and finally he let’s go and once again it drops for the second time in a few short moments. Gently J.J. picks up the scarred arm and rises it up into the air, holding it up there for a few moments longer before he eventually let’s go of it for a third time, and it drops. Not quite, actually, it hovers just an inch above the mat and the fans get behind the Savior of Sorrow, clapping for him, channeling their energy rather than breaking out of the hold, he just leans back and pins Nakahata’s shoulders to the mat!

CM: What the heck?!

JH: Amazing! Onikage fought back and summoned the strength to use Kiyoshi’s own hold against him to pin hi-

CL: Shut the fuck up Hitchen, shut your fucking mouth, it isn’t over yet damn it!


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CM: No! The freak can’t win it! Not after Kiyoshi’s come so far!

JH: It would be bitter sweet for Kiyoshi to go so far and come up short!

CL: This referee better stop fucking counting or I’m going to break his teeth!


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CM: Gah! Don’t tell me Kiyoshi is not only number three, but now successful defense number nine!

JH: A brilliant move by Onikage, rather than waste the energy trying to escape the hold he does this!

CL: No! This isn’t fucking fair! We need a fucking time out! A fucking break! Some thing for fuck’s sake!


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NO~!


SHOULDER OFF THE MAT~!!!
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CM: I nearly had a heart attack!

JH: Kiyoshi was a second away from losing the match!

CL: Oh thank all the fucking deities above and below!


Barely, just barely Nakahata rolls his shoulder off of the canvas in time, and unfortunately that isn’t the smartest move ever either. Using the momentum of the white haired warrior’s rolling, the Savior of Sorrow keeps them rolling all the way right towards those sacred ropes! Luckily for the Judo Yeti, he puts the brakes on just in time to ensure the ropes are out of reach for the masked oddity and that the two are on their side facing away from it. Onikage cries out in agony as J.J. kneels beside him, checking on him and slowly he starts to raise his hand, perhaps looking to tap out…and then it happens.


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


JH: Did you see?! Did you see?!

CL: I think I fucking did, I mean, I hope I fucking did!

CM: I missed it?! Gah! Curse this stain on my rose shirt!

The majority of the fans erupt into cheers as Kiyoshi Nakahata releases the Dojime Sleeper and rolls his opponent off of him. He gets up to his knees and is nearly in tears as he buries his hands into his face as J.J. walks over to the side of the ring, he discusses with Michael Anderson for a moment and then takes the UIC. FIW’s white haired warrior out stretches his arms and waits to embrace that leather and gold…but J.J. places it on top of Onikage! Kiyoshi looks on in utter confusion as J.J. raises the masked oddity’s arm.

CL: What fucking bullshit is this?! You saw him tap, didn’t you Hitchen?!

CM: Yeah! You guys said he tapped!

JH: I…I thought I did! Maybe I didn’t…


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the thirty minute time limit has expired and as a result this match has been declared a draw. So…STILL your Full Intensity Wrestling Undisputed International Champion…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


CM: A draw?!

JH: I hadn’t even noticed it but he’s right, the thirty minute time limit has passed!

CL: Gargh! Kiyoshi was so fucking close!


Gradually the Judo Sensei lowers his head in defeat, sweat running down his hair and his face as “Simple Survival” starts playing over the sound system. He looks down at his own hands and just slowly shakes his head as Onikage coughs and wheezes, clutching at his throat. With a bit of a shake to him, the masked oddity rolls over onto his knees and gets up to one knee, looking over at Kiyoshi and extending his hand for a hand shake. FIW’s Yeti sees out of the corner of his eye the hand in front of him and looks up to it, and up at Onikage, staring at the two for what seems like forever.

JH: Come on Kiyoshi, you two put up one hell of a fight, now show your respect for your fellow man.

CL: Fucking lariat his ass and see if you can’t get J.J. to restart the match!

CM: What he said!

Just as it looks like, to the surprise of Onikage and the fans, Nakahata is going to shake his head no to the hand shake a biker enters the ring! He bashes a beer bottle over the top of the Savior of Sorrow’s head and causes him to drop to the mat, he then low yakuza kicks Kiyoshi right in the balls! Roughly he picks the Judo Sensei up and tosses him right out of the ring, the fans raining jeers down upon this helmet wearing biker as he flips them off. Casually he turns his attention to the Undisputed International Champion and struts over to his gasping and groaning prone form.

CL: Whoever the fuck this guy is, I love him already for doing that to the sheep fucker!

CM: The jerk low blowed Kiyoshi though!

JH: Who could be a big enough ass hole to ruin possibly a great moment in sportsmanship?!

A horrified gasp rings out from the fans when the biker pulls of all things, a taser out from his pants’ pocket and turns it on! Swiftly he drives it down onto the bare back of the Straight Edge Artist and a muffled cackle rings out when he hears the champ scream out in pain. After a few moments he stops and picks up the now limp body of the masked oddity, throwing him right into the ropes. The much smaller man twists Onikage’s arms so they get tangled into the ropes, trapping him as he finally takes off his helmet…

CM: It’s that fruit cake Graver!

JH: I should’ve known!

CL: Guess Graver wants to make some extra cash, can’t blame the poor bastard!

Nearly a dive to the outside Graver takes when he exits the ring for a brief moment, he snatches up a steel chair from the ringside area and slides back in. While the fans show him how much they hate him he grabs the masked face of Onikage by it’s cheeks with one hand and squishes them. Incoherently he rambles off threats to the man that forced him into the Straight Edge life style and then backs away, taking aim with the steel chair. With a full head of steam he charges forward and slams the steel chair spot on the Savior of Sorrow’s skull, bending it at a seventy degree angle!

JH: Oh my lord! A clear shot to the skull with a steel chair?! He might’ve just given Onikage a concussion!

CL: Man, one could only fucking hope!

CM: That would be tremendous!

Collectively the fans groan and squirm in the seats as the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac laughs triumphantly at what he has done, and backs away, looking for another shot. He winds up his shot like a base ball batter and sprints towards his target again, and in mid-step stops. Oddly enough he drops the steel chair and looks out at the fans with a look as if he was beside himself with what he was doing right now. Shrugging he shakes his head and waves his hands, as if washing his hands clean of it as he starts to walk away from the scene.

CL: Wh…what the fuck are you doing Graver?! Get back there and pick that fucking steel chair up damn it!

CM: Yeah! Bash the freak’s brains in some more!

JH: Could Graver actually be showing…remorse?

Suddenly he stops and his strands of hair hide his expression from the fans and the camera, but what can be seen is a wicked grin spreading across his lips. Like a bullet his hand darts into his pocket and fishes for some thing, this time pulling out some thing rounded and metal. A few fans cheer and the majority look on in confusion when he pops the top to a can of beer of all things. Slowly he turns around and looks towards Onikage as he starts strolling forward, bringing the can close to his face.

CM: Is Graver going to…drink the beer?!

JH: He can’t! Onikage and he had a agreement!

CL: Chug, chug, chug, chug!

No, he doesn’t take a sip, rather he sniffs the foam of the beer a few times as he continues to eye over the Undisputed International Champion. Out of the corner of his eye some thing catches his attention and a mock concern appear, he bends over and picks up Onikage’s championship. Lightly he dusts it off and throws it over his own shoulder, patting it a few times before his expression takes a one eighty, morphing into anger when he punches the masked oddity right in the gut! As he is gasping for air the Minister of Awesomocity does the unthinkable, he puts the can to Onikage’s lips and makes him chug down the entire can of beer!

JH: Oh my god! What is Graver thinking?!

CL: Yes! Yes! Fucking beautiful! Take that you fucking Straight Edge piece of shit!

CM: Ah, ha! Hey, I actually like Graver!

Beer streams across his lips and runs down his mask and his chest, he starts gagging on it and trying to desperately spit it back up, but another punch to the gut solves that. “That’s for the last six months of my life you fucker cunt bag!” Graver screams in a deranged voice at his captive. Instantly security and officials rush from the backstage area and the Flycore Champion takes notice of them, stopping what he is doing. For the road he bashes the can over Onikage’s skull after dumping the UIC and then runs from the ring, hopping over the guard rail and disappearing into the crowd!

CL: Damn, I was really enjoying that, that shit was nearly as great as fucking.

CM: Too bad Graver left the belt with that freak.

JH: Onikage prides himself on his Straight Edge life style, and now, Graver has ruined that! That man truly knows no bounds to how low he’ll sink to!
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Our screen comes back on Kailey Lane, already in the ring. The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord…

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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a CUUUBE match, and is for the DUAL! CROWN! CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, already in the ring, KAAAILLLEYYYY LAAAAAAANE!!!

CM: Yaysexyyaysexy!

JH: Boocockyboococky!

CL: Mehdisinterestedmehdisinterested.

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

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

MA: And her opponent, from San Diego, California… PRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!

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

CM: Prime’s my boy in this match. XK’s had his run and Prime’s gonna take it all the way!

CM: Are you serious? I mean, don’t get me wrong; Prime’s great and all… so’s XK… but FREAKIN’ RAGIN’ is back and IN THIS MATCH.

With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the three ReVoltrons and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the concrete stage. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the entirety of the elevated stage where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like a religious worshipper before their God.

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MA: And their opponent… from Bogorodskoye, Russia… RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIIIIN’!!

This is the prompt for a flash of light and a series of small explosions around the stage and ReVoltrons before two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight appearing on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down past the press of females on the concrete stage, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step. The women get to their feet and depart as soon as the Russian start to walk down the steps from the stage.

As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring.

JH: Well, whoever wins this contest, it’s sure to be a physical match.

CL: Yeah, duh Hitchen. I don’t think any of us were suspecting a surprise chess challenge, or a word search face-off.

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

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

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

MA: And the champion… from Shoal Bay, Australia… he is your FIW DUAL! CROWN! CHAMPION! EEXXXXTREEEEEEEEEEEME… KIT-TEEEEEEEENNNNNNN!!!

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

The lights go down and flashing strobes go off in the rafters as the Cube is lowered down around the participants in the match. Ring crew scuttle about, making sure everything’s fastened correctly, everything’s in order… the lights rise, and it’s that time again.

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The match ExPLODES with Xtreme Kitten flying into Prime and SMASHING him against the wall of the Cube!

JH: What ferocity from Xtreme Kitten! We haven’t seen this type of fervor for a title match in him in a long time!

Ragin’ looks to Kailey who smiles lasciviously and shrugs her shoulder. Xtreme Kitten forces Prime against the ropes and dashes for the opposite set to gain some momentum. He turns back and runs STRAIGHT INTO RAGIN’S EXTENDED FOREARM!!

CM: Ouch!

Ragin’ kicks disdainfully at the champion as he rises and instead turns his attentions to prime, leaving Kailey to focus on the Kitten. Ragin’ backs up a pace from Prime and lays a knife-edged backhand chop across the buffer man’s pecs.

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The red welt rises and Prime clutches at his muscles before thrusting out a THROTTLING goozle! Ragin’ spurts as Prime HEFTS Ragin’ for a gut buster that never sees the light of day since Kailey SPEARHEADS Xk’s shoulder into Prime’s abdomen, causing all three men to fall into a heap!

JH: Interesting strategy by Kailey Lane; using opponents as weapons.

CM: Another interesting strategy would be if she took her top off.

JH: … what good would that do?

CM: I didn’t say it’d do any GOOD. I said it’d be interesting.

CL: He’s gotcha there, Hitchen.

Ragin’ is the first to rise from the heap and he turns to Kailey, visibly upset. Kailey just shrugs and steps aside as XK also rises and leaps on the larger man’s back, riding him to the ground!

JH: Kitten is determined to walk out of here with his titles! I can’t believe I’m saying that, but look how ferociously he’s fighting!

Kitten peppers Ragin’ with Aussie-rules football kicks before punctuating the sentence of pain with a jumping knee drop to the head! He pulls Ragin’ off the mats and Irish whips him toward the ropes, running up behind and NAILING a dropkick to the back of Ragin’s skull that DRIVES his face into the glass!

JH: Such agility! Such alacrity!

CM: Such a shame that Prime’s going to win and it’ll all be for nothing! Muaha!

Speaking of Prime, Kailey’s pulling him head-first off the mat and he doesn’t seem to be too into that. The Evolution of Excellence slaps both her arms away and DRIVES a fist into her face! Kailey reels, almost bumping into XK’s back, but Prime won’t have it as he charges forth and BLASTS his shoulder against her upper body! Kailey flattens against the mat and Prime RRROOOOOOOAAAAARRS out at the arena!!

CM: MAN! With all that high-energy, how could Prime be ANYTHING but the new champion?

CL: I’d reckon just like that.

Behind the roaring Prime is Xtreme Kitten, who hears this call of the wild and responds with a call of his own… a curtain call![/lol] XK pulls Prime backward by the hair and locks in a rear chancerie. He LIFTS the man-mammoth off his feet and charges toward the nearest wall, reverse suplexing Prime STRAIGHT into the glass!

JH: What a big move by Xtreme Kitten!

A long, thick crack runs up the pane, several smaller cracks webbing from Prime’s point of impact. XK hops into the air and pumps his fist, but the celebration doesn’t last long as Ragin’ approaches from behind. As is his stereotype, the Russian applies the leg sweep from his homeland and--NO! XK sends a few elbows Ragin’s way and FORCES him forward into Prime and the glass wall of the cube! The cracks run deeper and nearly bisect the pane!

JH: Xtreme Kitten is on fire tonight, proving once and for all why HE is the champ!

CL: Last I checked, champs look behind them once in a while. That’s the second time he’s been snuck up on in less than thirty seconds!

Yup. Kailey this time, who swings in and locks an arm wrench. Wild-eyed, XK YANKS her forward and into a chancerie!

JH: It’s also the second time he’s reversed a move into one of his own!

Kitten hoists Kailey upward and backpedals a few steps, SMASHING her into Ragin’ and Prime who were just managing to disentangles themselves from one-another! The crack is finally all the way up and down the pane, but it still hasn’t broken open!

JH: XK seems real eager to get outside the ring and end this match, boys.

CM: Yeah, well, you know what they always say. The eager beaver gets damned.

CL: No one says that.

CM: Yes they do.

CL: No. No they don’t. If they do, they’re retarded and need special helmets to protect their brains.

XK looks at his handiwork, sighing at the unbroken pane. He finally shakes his head and rebounds off the ropes again, running full-force for the pile of writhing bodies and the cracked pane! XK LEAPS over the top rope JUST AS KAILEY, RAGIN’, AND PRIME MOVE AWAY FROM THE PANE!! XK goes SOOOOARING feet-first into the safety glass and BREAKS THROUGH IN A SHOWER OF CHIPS AND FRAGMENTS!!! He lands in a heap on the outside, not looking very good for the wear.

CL: YES!! YES!! HAHA!! RAGIN’S INGENUITY!!

CM: Oh what the hell are you talking about? That was Prime’s superior strength that shoved them all away!

JH: Gentlemen, I’m sure you’ll find it was Kailey’s heart and determination--

CL: She doesn’t have those. She’s kind of a slut now. Remember?

JH: Oh. Right. Well someone needs to update FIW.com, then.

The three competitors gather their bearings and notice the champion on the outside. Kailey and Ragin’ exchange a glance before TAKING PRIME TO THE MAT WITH A DOUBLE LARIAT!!!

CL: LARIATOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

CM: NOOO! PRIME!

JH: Teamwork is something you can’t underestimate in the Cube, folks.

Ragin’ smirks at their handiwork and sits on the second rope, holding the top one open for Kailey to step through to the outside. Kailey makes a kissy-face and SUPERKICKS RAGIN’ IN THE JAW, SENDING HIM TUMBLING THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR BELOW!!

JH: And right there’s what Kailey thinks of teamwork!

CM: There’s no I in team, but there IS an “M-E”!

CL: An ME with no MO! What the hell is Kailey thinking these days!?

JH: She’s thinking she wants that title to herself! Besides, how many times have she and Ragin’ come to blows and she’s massaged things over? She can’t keep herself away from him, and tonight is no different.

CM: Yeah, all’s fair in love and war, Conse.

The Southern Belle from Hell steps ladylike between the ropes and drops off the apron, making for the first ladder. She sets it up neatly, but XK is on the rise.

CL: Good! Someone stop her, Ragin’ needs to win this!

XK shakes the cobwebs from his brain and takes a look around. He realizes he’s broken free of the Cube and does a little dance of glee while sitting on the ground. He pushes off and BOLTS for the ramp!

JH: What the hell is Xtreme Kitten doing?

CM: Um… coming up here?

JH: I see that, but why!?

Kitten opens the cage door to the announcer’s area and closes it behind him, leaning against the cage wall and breathing a happy sigh of relief.

JH: What the hell are you doing!? Get back to your match, Kitten!

Kitten just waves Hitchen off and stares at the ring, waiting to see what happens. Kailey Lane is looking up at him, a bit confused, but she shrugs it off and begins climbing the ladder. It’s about this time Ragin’ stirs, stealthily looking under the ring for some kind of weapon.

CM: Sneaky fucking Russian…

He comes back out with a broken-hafted sledgehammer in one hand and a sickle not unlike the blade of Momoko’s Orochi in his hands. He looks at each, shrugs, and gets to his feet.

CL: YES! Ragin’s raising the hammer and sickle against Kailey Lane!

JH: Oh, come on now! This isn’t the Cold War Era, what’s with the Russian stereotypes!?

Ragin’ begins to climb the ladder behind Kailey and gets up enough to take a swing at her heel with the sickle. He narrowly misses, hooking a rung and using it to pull himself upward. Ragin’ raises his hammer and aims for the bend of Kailey’s knee, but Ms. Lane notices her pursuer and DRIVES a foot into the hammer hand, knocking it out of his grasp!

JH: Ragin’ and Kailey had better watch what they’re doing. All that jostling is shaking the ladder something fierce!

They don’t seem to care as Ragin’ finally gets ahold of Kailey’s ankle and raises his sickle to swing---! BUT NO!! PRIME hops over the top rope and to the outside and SHOVES his full weight into the ladder! It goes toppling forward in almost slow-motion, giving the fans ample time to get the fuck out of the way as Ragin’ and Kailey fall from the ladder and into the hard concrete of the stands!!

CM: YES!! YES!!! PRIME IS THE MAN!! PRIME’S GONNA WIN!!

Lucy has another idea for a winner, however. She’s been staring back and forth from the stage where XK is hiding to the action and now notices Prime’s the man with the advantage. Sensing opportunity she creeps up behind him and CROTCHING PRIME WITH A SWINGING CHAIN SHOT!!!

CM: OUCH!

CL: AUGH!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!!

The crowd also collectively moan in pain and grab their bollocks as Prime drops to his knees. He doesn’t stay down for long, though, turning on Lucy with wild, furious intensity in his eyes.

CM: HA! This’ll be great! It’s what the stupid bitch gets for getting herself involved!

XK sees this happening and stiffens his lip, charging down to the ring. He rounds the corners and finally comes in with a back brain kick THAT TAKES PRIME’S GODDAMN HEAD OFF!!! He scrambles back to his feet, shoulder tackles Lucy and hoists her upward, charging back for the caged-in area with his lady in tow.

JH: Well, at least he got involved again for a moment.

CM: Yeah, but now all the contenders are down! Nice going, Xtreme Idiot!

XK bares kitten fangs and claws at Chip before turning back to the action, a firm hold on Lucy’s waist so she doesn’t go and do anything stupid again. Our cameras move back to ringside where Ragin’ collapses over the fencing next to Prime. He resets the ladder and begins climbing, making it to the top rung before Kailey Lane hops over the barricade, looking for a fight.

JH: Ragin’ had better watch himself, or he’ll have the Tennessee Tornado to deal with!

CL: Why, you’re just making up all KINDS of nicknames tonight, aren’t ya?

JH: Well it IS my job.

Ragin’ hops across the gap and lands on his feet but instantly drops to his knees. He digs his knuckles into his eyes before reaching into his pocket, producing a handful of pills, which he pops into his piehole. Ragin’ closes his eyes and swallows, then gets back to work.

CL: Does anyone else hear the Popeye theme song?

Ragin’ starts setting up the second ladder, but by that time Kailey has scrambled up and joined him at the top. Ragin’ sees her and looks up to see the belts SO close… and opts to go for the straps as opposed to another scrap. He hoofs it up the ladder, a renewed endurance washing over him with the painkillers, but Kailey is twice as speedy and reaches the top at the same time as Ragin’!

JH: Put the kids to bed, folks! This is gonna get ugly!

Ragin’ reaches for the titles, but Kailey BITCH-SLAPS him across the face! The red mark on his cheek almost glows as his namesake builds inside him, and Ragin’ unleashes an unholy fist for Kailey’s face to chew on.

CL: Wait for it, Chip. Any moment now, Good ‘Ol J.H. is gonna start shouting “RIGHT HANDS! RIGHT HANDS!”

JH: Oh, fuck you guys! This is an intense moment!

CM: WHOOOO! LOOK WHO’S UP!!

Prime looks to have a nasty bump on his head from the back brain kick, but an indignant look on his face. Prime throws up the aprons on all sides of the ring, searching… looking… before finally finding what he wanted!

JH: Is that… ?

CM: Another ladder! YIPPEE!!!

Prime slings the ladder over one shoulder and climbs the already set ladder to the top. He hops over, his landing on the roof wobbling the ladder upon it a bit, thus catching the attention of Ragin’ and Kailey. Whistling, Prime sets up his own ladder next to theirs and begins climbing like it were a day in the park. He gets to the top and reaches up to snatch the belts, but Ragin’ DRAGS HIS KNUCKLES ACROSS PRIME’S FACE WITH A DEVESTATING RIGHT HOOK!!!

CL: That’s right, Ragin’! Don’t let that jacked-up reject steal YOUR thunder!

CM: Who the hell are you calling a jacked-up reject!? Prime is the Evolution of Excellence!

Kailey takes advantage of Ragin’s momentary distraction and BLASTS him in the nose with a palm strike! Blood blossoms and Ragin’ doesn’t look so good. His eyes cross, then uncross, and Kailey simply PUNISHES him with a closed fist to the bridge!

CL: NOOOOOO!!!

Ragin’ topples off the ladder and CRASHES into a glass pane that buckles, then SHATTERS under Ragin’s weight! Ragin’ goes careening twenty feet to the canvas below, lying in a bed of broken safety glass!

CM: HA! Prime’s gonna take the Dual Crown!

A look crosses Kitten’s face as he realizes this and opens the door to the commentary cage, thundering back to the ring. Prime attempts to shove Kailey’s ladder over, but only succeeds in wobbling it. Kailey hangs on tight, which amuses Prime, so he wobbles her ladder again, this time intentionally. She’s had enough and NAILS a toe kick to his tailbone!! Prime arches his back in pain, clutching with one hand at his spine, nearly falling off the ladder! However, he catches himself and hugs close to the steel before WHIPPING a HUUUUUUGE chop across Kailey’s ample chest!

JH: This is an incredible strike war at THIRTY-FIVE feet in the air!

CL: Give or take.

Xtreme Kitten is at ringside now and scrambling up the ladder. He hops over to the cube, knocking the ladder against it in the process. Kitten skirts the hole made by Ragin’ and scrambles up Prime’s ladder on the opposite side, swiveling midway up the next-to-last step to charge up momentum for the spinning back fist that catches Prime in the face!

CL: UUUURRAAAAKEEEENNNNAAAAHHH!!!

Prime reels and turns to use Kailey for support as he nearly falls off the ladder. Kailey shoves him off, then turns to XK and NAILS him in the jaw with a rising palm strike! Kitten, exasperated, smacks her with a Mongolian chop that wiggles the ladder he and Prime are so precariously perched upon!

JH: Oh, they had better be careful up there! This is a high risk match, high potential for injury!

CM: No shit. That half-wit Ragin’ hasn’t moved since his little spill.

CL: Fuck you, Martin.

Kitten crouches against his ladder after the chop, which causes him to duck Kailey’s incoming elbow strike. She loses balance on the ladder and Prime recovers to give her a HARD shove in the shoulder, finally knocking the ladder sideways!

JH: LOOK OUT KAILEY!!

Kailey bails from the ladder before it falls, unfortunately landing STOMACH FIRST across the support beam left exposed by Ragin’s fall through the glass! Kailey lingers there for a second before REVISITING HER DINNER IN AN ORANGE-YELLOW SPRAY ACROSS THE RING!! She slides forward and topples heels-over-head to the mat, landing back-first next to Ragin’!

CL: FULLY FUCKING SICK!!!

JH: Literally!

CM: Oh god, that was fucking GROSS! I think I’m gonna puke… !

JH: Prime has knocked two of the participants in this four-way match off the top and through the cage… can he knock off the last one, the champion, and reclaim the titles?

CL: He’s actually got his work cut out for him, unlike the rest of this match. XK does NOT want Prime to take those straps home!

CM: Yeah, but is he willing to actually STOP him? I mean, he doesn’t want those titles!

Prime and XK lock horns atop the ladder, fighting for supremacy! Prime WRENCHES XK over, shaking their ladder, but not causing it to fall. XK manages to keep his footing as well, and TORQUES Prime in the other direction, once again wobbling the ladder but keeping them stationary for now. XK finally breaks the grapple and hops backward off the ladder!

CM: HA! That’s it. He’s decided to let Prime have the title.

JH: Don’t be so sure, Chip.

XK takes a deep breath and CHARGES UP THE LADDER, HIS HANDS NOT EVEN TOUCHING THE SIDES!! Kitten reaches the top and BLASTS PRIME IN THE HEAD WITH A RUNNING PUMP KICK!!

JH: CAT KICK!! CAT KICK!! CAT KICK ON THE LADDER!!!

Prime wobbles and topples backward off the ladder. He lands on the roof of the cube, but the momentum of the fall causes him to roll RIGHT OFF THE TOP OF THE STRUCTURE, CRASHING INTO THE “PROTECTIVE” MATS ON THE OUTSIDE!!!

CM: NOOOOOOO! YOU STUPID FLEA-BITTEN KITTEN!!

XK nearly crotches himself on the ladder as he lands his kick, causing severe wobbling. He grabs ahold of the ladder to steady it, but it’s far too late. Kitten grasps upward for anything… ANYTHING to stop him from crashing into the glass of the cube, and manages to find a hook above his head! The ladder clatters back down on top of the Cube, and XK breathes a short sigh of relief… that is, until he looks up and realizes where he is.

JH: I have literally NEVER seen someone panic so much from being up so high!

CL: He’s a cat. He’s afraid of heights. You know how cats always get stuck in trees?

JH: That’s ridiculous! He’ll just let go of those titles and… well, land on his feet!

Nope, no dice. Kitten, TERRIFIED of falling to the glass below, attempts to scramble up the hook the titles are on in order to grab ahold of IT and not the belts. He manages to catch the black bar, but accidentally hits the release for the belts!

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Kitten CRASH-LANDS into the ladder, the steel keeping him from a torturous fall through the glass, but the damage is already done.

MA: Here is your winner, and STILL! FIW! DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… XTREEEEEEEME… KIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEENNNNNN!!!

CM: Would you look at the twisted, painful expression on Kitten’s face? That ladder must’ve really hurt his spine.

JH: I don’t think that’s the reason he’s grimacing. His worst night mare has just come true; Kitten is STILL the champion!

CL: And that's all the time we have for tonight ghouls and goblins! For that rose colored shirt wearing closest case, Chip, and that so British he pisses tea, Bitchen, I'm Constance, we'll all see you next week...you wouldn't FUCKING DARE miss it!

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