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ReVolt; 05-9-07
Topic Started: May 10 2007, 04:04 AM (330 Views)
Crimson Shards
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GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED
YEAH, YEAH
GO
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE

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

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

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

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


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

HERE RIGHT NOW !!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

MIND ENDURANCE!!!

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

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


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

1
2
3...


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


SO WRONG,
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG


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

1
2
3!!!

GO
SO FUCKING DETERMINED


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

SO FUCKING DETERMINED
GO!!!
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The FIW camera crew fades in from the opening to the sounds of a feminine laughter in the air. Soon it pans around to reveal that we are in a locker room with Zesboca Devani and Extreme Ninja #2 lounging on the couch. They look as if they were just hanging out and watching some television before the camera started rolling. Obviously that was disturbed by whatever the young Diva is laughing her head off about at the moment.

[align=center]"So THAT'S why you never came back with the sodas last week!"[/align]

She clutches at her side even though her laughter is starting to settle down and the Ninja nods his head. A cheerful and playful smile spreads across her features and she leans a bit closer to EN #2.

[align=center]"And here was me thinking you had just decided to ditch me."[/align]

These words are said in a teasing tone, though that doesn't stop Extreme Ninja #2's body language from taking a one eighty. He starts waving his hands and shakes his head several times, looking a bit nervous.

Extreme Ninja #2: Oh no, I didn't mean for you to get that idea Devani-dono. I never would do that to some one I consider a friend of mine! Really, if I hadn't needed to do all that last minute preparing I would've come back. Afterwards I was too ashamed of what happened post-match to show my face to you again.

Sheepishly he scratches the back of his head and looks downward while Zesboca chuckles and playfully punches him on the arm.

[align=center]"I was kidding, you dork."[/align]

By her expression, a thought just popped into the Egyptian Vixen's head and she pokes Ninja on the chest.

[align=center]"Speaking of showing your face, when are you going to show me the big secret?"[/align]

What she is getting at flies right over the second generation Extreme Ninja, who simply tilts his head to the side.

Extreme Ninja #2: Nani?

In a bemused manner she rolls her eyes at the utter clueless nature of this man she calls friend.

[align=center]"When am I going to get to the face that is under those masks?"[/align]

A bit of a hopeful look starts to filter into her facial features; giving away she's thought about this question for some time. If he wasn't already, his body language reveals Ninja for being even more nervous than before. Out of the corner of his eye he sees some thing and turns and looks away from the next potential Flycore Champ.

Extreme Ninja #2: Devani-dono, the time! I have to get into my formal attire for my match tonight!

This statement catches her off guard and it takes her a moment to realize what he means by it. Though, it becomes clear what he means when she looks at the clock on the wall too and almost jumps out of her seat.

[align=center]"Crap! My match is about to start in any moment! I got to go!"[/align]

Now she literally does jump out of her seat, luckily already in her ring gear when she bolts for the door. At the last possible second she stops at the door way and turns around to look back at him with a smile.

[align=center]"I'll talk to you later Ninja, hopefully when we have one more match under the win pile!"[/align]

When she disappears down the hall; Extreme Ninja #2 let’s out a sigh of relief for avoiding that question of her's. The camera doesn't waste any more time in the locker room, cutting to the ringside area for the start of the first match...

JH: That’s right folks, four way tag team action is starting…now!

CL: Spot fests ahoy!

CM: They best not get any spots on this shirt, it’s an expensive piece of clothing I’ll have you know.

JH: Don’t worry Chip, I think you and your shirt will be alright.

CL: I’ll ignore your idiotic ignorance Chip to say this, if some thing got on that lame pink shirt it would be a fucking improvement.

CM: Hey! It’s not pink! It’s flesh tone, it’s supposed to enhance my already great looks.

JH: …Any ways, this contest promises to be an excellent one!

CL: Subtle burn Hitchen, and hopefully Azazel or some one I like wins this shit.

CM: Ha, Hitchen got burned! …Wait, that’s what you meant, right?


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the opening tag team bout on this edition of Wednesday Night ReVolt! It is scheduled with one fall to a finish and has been granted a fifth teen minute time limit by our General Manager. Your official for this contest is J.J.!


Vamp walks threw the stage curtains and looks out apathetically to the people in attendance before exhaling a visibly ice-cold breath and saunters down the aisle as her olive drab overcoat sways from her arrogant gait.

She slides gracefully into the ring before skipping up to her feet and pirouettes as she stands up straight and saunters over to the ropes, leaning over them with that same apathetical gaze to the audience as she exhales another visibly ice cold breath before walking over to her corner for the announcements to begin…


CL: Meh, she’s okay.

CM: I like her because she’s some one I’d want to bone, but, I also dislike her because she is boring as dirt in the ring.

JH: Some one you’d want to bone? Who the bloody hell actually talks like that? What’s next, are you going to start high fiving all the time?


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

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

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

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

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

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

Phylis runs up the ropes...

-the screen bursts into flames-

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

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

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


CM: This guy is…odd, and annoying.

JH: He might not have the best track record, but, any one, even Phyllis, could be a factor in this match.

CL: I like his taste in music…pretty much it for this trendy emo looking fucker.


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

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


JH: Here is a man that is truly…well, demonic in his actions!

CL: Cry me a river, oh he stole Loon’s soul, oh he tried to steal the retard in red and yellow’s soul, boo hoo.

CM: Eh, he’s a bit too much of a freak for me to like him.


Cochise by Audioslave begins to play. The lights on the crowd fade lower as the intro continues, but not completely off, leaving the path to the ring lit brightly. The main riff hits and there is a big, quick, explosion of pyro. Just afterwards Liam steps out from the back. He soaks up the atmosphere for a minute before continuing to walk down to the ring. His smile beams throughout the arena as he makes his way to the ring, and when he gets there jumps over the ropes turning round to look at the all of the crowd before picking a turnbuckle to ascend to thank the fans. The music fades, and Liam jumps back down to the canvas.


CL: Ew, old man boobs.

CM: This match is full of booooooring wrestlers.

JH: How disrespectful Conse! Liam is a world class athlete, even in his older age.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center] Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen
[/align]

Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring.

[align=center]Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen
[/align]

As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes.

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

Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting the match to begin.


CM: This guy has a great style, and his attitude is decent too, too bad he is a butt kisser to the fans!

JH: Come now, Ethan may not have the greatest of attitudes, but he is far from a butt kisser!

CL: I don’t know, I found a video on Youtube with him and a donkey…let me just say this, I’ll never look at a can of Coke the same way again.


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.


JH: Here’s his partner and another great member of the Flycore Division.

CL: Eh, she’s about a five on a scale of ten for me.

CM: I’ve been liking her new attitude, it’s pretty kinky.


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


CL: Jeez, talk about a lot of entrances, the tech guys must be burning off all the calories they add up by eating all the donuts back there.

CM: Ew, more man boobs!

JH: Lumberjacko may not look like the most impressive warrior ever, but he is one half of one of the top tag teams in FIW right now.


The PA system kicks into life as the opening chords of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones echoes across the arena. Rising to their feet, the fans turn their attention toward the stage as the house lights turn to a bright shade of red. After a few seconds, 'The KoopaManiac' Ash Koopa steps through the gateway onto the stage playing in tune with the music on his air guitar. Reaching the edge of the stage, Ash pauses for a second and looks around the arena, then quickly makes his way down the steps whilst pointing out at the fans. Singing along with the lyrics of his entrance theme, Ash strolls along the aisle and slaps hands with the fans on either side as he makes his way toward the ringside area. As he reaches the ring, Ash veers left and begins scanning the crowd, before removing his headband and placing it on the head of a child in the front row.
Quickly bounding up the steps, Ash makes his way along the apron and ducks down to enter the ring between the top and middle ropes. Facing the main camera, Ash steps up to the ropes and begins posing for the fans, then fires off a thumbs up, before turning and stretching against the ropes as he waits for the match to begin.


CM: Does any one else feel like they should know this guy from some where? …Besides FIW that is.

JH: Nope, can’t say that I do.

CL: Hitchen, are you naturally ignorant to the world outside FIW or are your paychecks so large you willingly sound like a moron?


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


JH: What? No introductions?

CL: Looks like J.J. got bored with how long it took for all of them to get out there.

CM: Aww, I like the intros though!


At the sound of the bell Ethan and Zesboca bolt right towards Ash & Lumberjacko only for the duo to bend forward and send them flying out of the ring with duel backdrops! The blue skinned demon is luckier when he staggers the luchador that is a lumberjack with a spinning leg lariat, his team mate hitting Ash with a regular arm lariat. When Azazel kips back up to his feet to finish off one half of one of the opposing teams, Bathory spear tackles him from behind, sending him through the ropes. Gracefully Vamp runs up behind her fellow possible vampire and leaps up, pushing off of his crouched back and hitting Lumberjacko with a spinning roundhouse kick!

CL: It’s all kinds of batshit right off the bat folks!

CM: Mmhmmm, I love to see Vamp jump…

JH: Control yourself Chip, we’re on global television for Pete’s sake!

The lariat results in Koopa falling back into the corner and Mortell takes full advantage of this situation, closing in and firing off a few well placed punches to the kidneys. Not caring to be stepped on, Phyllis clutches at his back and mutters under his breath when he stands back up. He does so just in time to see Vamp trying to cover the fallen lumberjack, a horrified look etching out on his facial features at this sight for some reason. Quickly he scurries over and grabs Vamp’s leg, pulling her off of the masked man as Mortell starts to climb up the ropes.

CM: What the heck is Phyllis doing? They could’ve won right there!

JH: I don’t know, he seems upset about some thing.

CL: Some thing retarded no doubt.

Such a whelp as Phyllis interfering in her attempt at victory does not sit well with Vamp, who glares at him and the two creatures of the night start arguing amongst themselves. While on the other side of the ring Liam makes it up to the second rope and starts hammering fists down onto Ash’s skull, the fans cheering and counting along. He makes it all the way up to nine before the Koopamaniac grabs his outer thighs, carrying him away from the corner. In the middle of his run he stops and drops down to one knee, hitting a inverted atomic drop on his old friend who hits a high note out of agony.

JH: Yet again Vamp and Phyllis find themselves at wit’s end with each other!

CL: Mean while Ash is making a come back that would even make Hogan roll in his million dollar bed.

CM: That reminds me, note to self, one day make bed and bed sheets made out of hundred dollar bills to use to sleep.

As Lumberjacko starts to stir near the ropes, another body appears near them, this one tinted a nice shade of blue as he slithers onto the apron. With Mortell reeling Ash knocks him right off of his feet with the Ash Bomber and points to Lumberjacko, the two discussing strategy. Swiftly the luchador heads to the turnbuckle and sloppily starts his climb up it as Koopa heads to the ropes, neither spotting Azazel getting in the ring. All the while Phyllis and Vamp continue to argue, the female of the duo even starting to shove her partner.

CL: Good, Azazel can hopefully rid us of this idiotic plan by Pinky and the Brain.

CM: Which one would be the smart one out of Ash and Lumberjacko though?

JH: One could argue Pinky was rather intelligent for a mouse too.

Chanting is just barely auditable as it exits Azazel’s mouth, the demon moving his hands around rapidly and their motion only increases with every second. Bathory, rather than violently react, smiles and shakes his head, saying some thing the camera doesn’t pick up. Whatever it is, it gives Vamp enough reason to try and actually punch him, though he ducks and she nails Azazel right in the side of his head! The blue skinned demon, now dazed, stumbles and staggers and ends up turning around and firing his fireball right into Vamp’s face instead of Ash’s!

CM: No! What have you done Azazel?!

JH: OH MY GOD! Vamp just took a demonic fire ball right to the face!

CL: Ha! Kamehameha wave, bitch!

Bathory stands back up and looks around, seeing Vamp squealing on the canvas as she gropes at her burnt face and looks like he is wondering if he did that. It is about this time he notices some thing moving around behind him and nearly jumps out of his shoes when he sees Azazel. Quickly he charges at the beast and delivers a lariat, sending the two of them sailing over the canvas as Koopa and Lumberjacko leap at the same time into the air! Both men crash down onto Liam’s prone body at the same exact time with the Ultimate Leg Drop of Doom and top rope senton splash combo!

JH: Ash and Lumberjacko just hit a lethal double team of two of their signatures!

CL: Screw Phyllis, and screw those two dorks!

CM: Least Vamp is still pretty hot neck down while writhing in pain…

Smartly, Mortell rolls out of the ring to save himself from getting pinned, unfortunately for him Ethan Adams rolls back into the ring. Koopa toe kicks Adams and brings him closer in a standing head scissors and Lumberjacko heads right back to the turnbuckle, climbing up it. The fans erupt into cheers when Ash lifts Ethan up for a piledriver only for El Lumberjacko to launch off of the top rope and hit the Paul Bunyan’s Revenge on Ethan’s ass as Koopa hits the ’88 Comeback Special! Both men rolls Adams over and go right for the cover as J.J. shrugs, having given up trying to remember who’s legal and starts counting.

CL: Damn it, if these two clowns win…

CM: Least that was pretty.

JH: The Paul Bunyan ’88 Comeback Special’s Revenge!


[align=center]1![/align]


CL: That an official name for it, Bitchen?

CM: I don’t get it…

JH: No, but who knows, it might become the official name for it.


[align=center]2![/align]


CL: Seriously, Azazel, Belial, heck, lifeless Loon, do some thing…

CM: Stupid Phyllis hasn’t even realized there is a count going on inside the ring!

JH: This could be just one more step in the Team With No Name’s road to the tag titles!


[align=center]3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
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CL: Aw fuck…

CM: Darn!

JH: And that’s three, meaning it’s all over folks!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winners by pin fall…ELLLLLLLLL LUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMBERRRRRRRJAAAAAAAACKOOOOO~!!! AND~! AAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHH KOOOOOOOOOOOOOPA~!!!


A remix of the two’s themes combined starts playing over the sound system as they push off of Ethan Adams to get to their feet. J.J. grabs both men’s arms and raises them in victory as Bathory looks around, confused over why there is music playing. EMTs rush out and check on Vamp as Ash and Lumberjacko play to the crowd on their way to the back.
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JH: Well now fans, we have a grudge match of sorts, also at this time we have Elrick with us on commentary.

Elrick: Hey.

CL: This should be good, Chip now try and tell Elrick how much he sucks, I don’t know what’ll be better the fighting in the ring, or Elrick choking Chip out.

CM: I would never say such…

Elrick: I watch the review shows, don’t bullshit Chip, but I ain’t going to hurt you, unless you annoy me now.

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

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

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

MA: The following match is a Falls Count Anywhere Match, first hailing from Denver, Colorado and weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds… DRAAAAAKEEE LOOOVUUUHHHHH!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

CM: Here’s the man whom will kick Ninja’s little scrawny ass.

Elrick: No, more like Ninja will smack his face all over the place, then once he’s done, I’ll get the little fuck and break him in two.

JH: Calm down Elrick, how’s Megan anyway?

Elrick: Fine, this isn’t about my personal life though, so wanna leave it alone?

CL: Yeah, you nosey little bitch.

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

[align=center]Turn me up!

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

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


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

MA: And his opponent, hailing from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at two hundred pounds… EEXXTREEEEEEEMEEEEE NNNNIIINNJJJJAAAA NNNUUMMMBBBAAAHHH TTWWOOOOUUHHHH!!!!

[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.

JH: Ninja looks ready to go tonight, more concentrated then usual in fact.

Elrick: As long as he kicks the holy hell out of the piece of crap, I don’t mind, the guy will pay for everything he’s done to me and my family.

CL: Yeah, yeah, now can we watch some brutal wrestling, instead of soap opera moments.

As Logan checks on the pair, Ninja looks ready to go as his sign is placed in the corner, Drake on the other hand is looking towards Elrick, grin on his face and paying no attention to Extreme Ninja at all, which changes as the bell sounds. Instantly Ninja comes at Drake, with a array of swift and stiff kicks to the lower legs, Drake tries to block them but one connects right to the bottom of his left knee, making him buckle, giving Ninja the chance he drives a knee right into Drake’s face making Drake reel backwards into the ropes, he comes back and is met by a beautifully executed Enziguiri as Drake drops to the canvas, Ninja stands up, bowing to the fans who are going crazy.

JH: Ouch, Ninja really kicking Drake’s legs hard.

Elrick: That’s why I prefer him as a friend then foe, he can seriously kick, trust me.

CM: Drake can take it though, he’s just putting the pain face on to lure Ninja in.

CL: Like you look like a 1980’s reject to lure… oh wait you are a 1980’s reject.

CM: EXCUSE ME!

As Drake picks himself up for the canvas, he looks around to try and spot Ninja, but not in time as Ninja starts firing some kicks right to his chest, the impact into his chest almost sickening as Drake struggles for air, Ninja then looks to go for a third kick to make it a triple kick, but Drake grabs his leg and begins to stand up. As he does Ninja hops on his one available foot, before he jumps to go for a enziguiri but Drake has it scouted as he ducks and then grabs the other foot, before backing up quickly and then brutally he lifts and throws Ninja into the turnbuckle with a wheelbarrow suplex, the impact is sickening as Ninja drops to the canvas, Drake simply turns to Elrick grinning at him.

Elrick: That little asshole, if he’s so god damn brave why don’t he come over here!

JH: Calm down Elrick, no need too…

CL: Shut up man, that would be gold.

CM: What Drake kicking his ass? Oh wait, did I say that out loud, whoops.

Drake seeing his chance to get some leverage climbs out of the ring and looks under the ring, finding something that satisfies him as he lifts up what looks to be a steel pipe, pointing towards Elrick, he then brings it into the ring. Ninja though has rolled out of the ring, Drake looks for him not seeing him he turns to see Ninja’s head pop up from the ring apron, as Drake approaches he’s shocked as out of nowhere Ninja brings a steel chair up and into his skull with great force making him reel backwards onto his ass, dropping the steel pipe. Ninja then climbs onto the apron, awaiting Drake to stand and as he does Ninja throws the chair to him, he catches it only to be surprised even more as Ninja jumps up and springboards off the top rope, connecting with a missile dropkick to the chair, taking both men down.

JH: Drake trying to take a page out of your book there Elrick.

CM: But that little fly, keeps buzzing around the damn ring.

Elrick: No, it’s because Drake’s a idiot.

CL: Chip doesn’t understand things like intelligence, look at his shirt, it screams, moron.

Ninja brings himself up as the dazed Drake, well lays there dazed and confused, either way Ninja proceeds to pick up Drake before taking himself and Drake out of the ring, now at ringside Ninja again lays a stiff kick right to Drake’s chest, making him drop to the mats holding his chest, seeing the opportunity, Ninja grabs the chair from inside the ring and place sit on the mats near Drake, grabbing his sign he writes something as he backs ns and kips off the chair, showing his sign as he performs a shooting star press, crashing down on Drake, hooking his leg as he goes for a pin!

CL: EVEN MORE DDDAAAAAANNNNGGGGGEROOUSSSSSHHHHHH!!!

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…NO SHOULDER UP!
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Ninja looks towards Logan, who’s outside and watching the action, trying to stay out of the way is all, but Ninja thinks the count was too slow, but just moves the chair out of the way. Ninja then picks yup Drake who’s still a little groggy, but e has enough in him to knee Ninja in the gut, then connect with a punch to the face, knocking Ninja enough for him to grab Ninja in a tight headlock. Drake then begins to bring Ninja up the entrance way, but Ninja boots him in the gut, making Drake move backwards before Drake runs looking for a lariat, but as he turns Ninja snaps out a super kick, snapping Drake’s jaw right back, making him reel backwards into the concrete steps as he lays against them.

Elrick: Ha! Take that you little bitch!

JH: Elrick calm…

Elrick: No! I hope it broke his god damn jaw.

CL: Damn, I like your attitude Elrick.

CM: I don’t, he could be hurt, anything to avoid fighting him huh Elrick?

Elrick: You better watch your mouth.

Ninja then approaches Drake, seeing he’s dazed he grabs him again but this time Drake’s expecting it as he grabs Ninja and with a vicious attack, he suplexes Ninja over his head right onto the concrete entrance area, the impact sounds painful as Drake then turns to look towards Elrick, who’s standing up and watching him, knowing he’s too injured Elrick simply watches, seeing Ninja’s hurt though you can see he wants to help.

JH: Elrick you can’t, your ribs are still injured.

CM: Shut up bitchen, help him Elrick, go for it.

Elrick: Ninja’s got it, but Drake’s pushing it, he’s pushing it really bad.

Drake still looking towards Elrick’s who’s sat down now, grins as he picks up Ninja, but that’s what lets him down as Ninja drives his forearm into Drake’s gut, before grabbing and snapping Drake’s head into the concrete entrance way as he watches Drake looking out cold, Ninja then signal’s for something as he looks for something, he turns to Elrick who stands back up chucking his chair to Ninja.

CM: What the hell are you doing?

Elrick: Nothing, helping a friend.

CL: Oh you nasty bastard, I love it.

As Chip is still arguing with Elrick about what he’s done, Ninja waits for Drake to get to his knees, as he does Ninja runs and kicks off one shoulder and then places the chair under his foot as he rams his foot down onto the top of Drake’s skull, making Drake drop to the entrance way, Logan watches as the fans go crazy, Ninja then quickly climbs on him for the cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!
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JH: Holy crap!

CL: I STEP ON YOUUUUUUU!

CM: Elrick you screwed Drake.

Elrick: Oh crap so I did… oops.

As Logan makes the third count, the crowd cheer as Ninja sits himself up, looking towards the crowd before Logan moves over raising his hand…

MA: Your winner! EEXXTREEEEEEEMEEEEE NNNNIIINNJJJJAAAA NNNUUMMMBBBAAAHHH TTWWOOOOUUHHHH!!!!

Ninja makes his leave from the entrance way as Drake slowly begins to stir, as Logan helps him out back as the fans still cheer Ninja‘s victory.

CM: That’s not fair.

Elrick: Oh well, I’ll see you all later tonight.
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JH: Next up we have a match borne out of hatred and revenge for a fallen counterpart. Grant Rice is taking on the Tanaka Zaibatsu of Mr. Blond and their newest recruit Momoko Wakari, in a handicap match so that he can exact payback for the heinous attack on his partner, Nightmare and his manager Christopher Sanders who we are thankfully told will be at 100% very soon.

CM: And one could have only hoped that whatever Mr. Blond sprayed into their eyes would have melted Chris’s mouth shut too..

MA: The following is a special HANDICAP MATCH scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, please welcome to the North Bay Memorial Gardens….He is FIW’S PRRRRINCE OF PAIN, NIIIIIGHTMAAAARE!

[align=center]CALL ME THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE
CALL ME THE AMERICAN DREAM
CALL ME YOUR SOUL CORRUPTED
CALL ME ANYTHING YOU NEED!
[/align]

CM: Aw, DAMN IT!

JH: It looks like Nightmare will be joining us, folks!

The lights cut out immediately after Rob Zombie begins screaming the lyrics of "The Great American Nightmare", causing the crowd in attendance to cheer as loud as they possibly can which pretty much deafens anyone within a 5 mile radius. Dark purple strobes and searchlights begin to assault the entire arena now, as the fans' eager attention turns to the stage which has been pretty much engulfed in purple smoke. After a few moments which seem like forever to the rabid fans in the audience, the smoke disperses just enough to allow the fans to focus on the hulking form of Nightmare standing tall and defiant in the entryway, the blazing strobes giving the Prince of Pain a very ghoulish look. He lingers for a moment and then heads down one side of the stage, rubbing his eyes a little bit before tagging all of his fans, circling around to tag every last one of them before heading back and down the stairs towards the announcer table. Jonathan has a headset set up for him as Nightmare takes a seat, laying his Tag title belt down in front of him before Jonathan shakes his hand.

JH: Good to see you, Nightmare, how are the eyes?

Nightmare: Well enough, I guess. I’m not 100% yet but I will be very soon, and when I am the Tanaka Zaibatsu are gonna be in a world of hell for sure.

CM: If you can figure out where they are, Sir Blinks-A-Lot.

Nightmare: Hey, when you quit putting sparkle gel in your hair, Chip, you can talk to me.

JH: Someone just got owned.

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 …

MA: And now introducing the participants! First, representing the Tanaka Zaibatsu, she is from Saitama, Japan, MOMOKOOOOO WAAAAKAAAARI!

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

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

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

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

JH: Did you see that look she gave Nightmare on the way to the ring?

CM: Are you asking us or him, because I doubt he saw it. *snigger*

CL: At least Nightmare actually is willing to talk shit about someone AND back it up, Martin.

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!
[/align]

MA: Her partner, from DARKEST, LOUISIANA, HE IS MISTERRRR BLONDUUUUUHHHH!

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 arguement 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.

JH: When Grant Rice hits the stage I will not be surprised if he rushes the ring, he has been waiting with bated breath for revenge.

CM: Like he’s going to get it 2-on-1!

Nightmare: You’re damn right he’ll get it, and with me out here watching his back, it’s not 2-on-1 if you get my drift.

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

[align=center]You Can Hate Me

You Can Hate Me

Hate The Air That I Breathe

Air That I Breathe

Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be

Next Thing To Be

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


Grant slowly emerges from the curtains and onto the stage. He is met with a chorus of cheer’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. Halfway down he takes off running dropping his title and slides into the ring, tackling Momoko to the ground and laying into her with a flurry of punches! After a few shots he pops up and hits Blond with a HARD right, then whips him into the ropes but Blond reverses it, Grant comes back however with a clothesline!

JH: Grant Rice is taking no prisoners in the early going! He’s got to stay on them!

Momoko rolls to the outside as Grant picks Blond’s leg up and SMASHES it against the mat hard, going to work right away on Blond’s knee, he tries to pick it up to do it again but Blond kicks Grant back towards the turnbuckle, Blond picks himself up and charges the corner but Grant receives him with an elbow and then another hard lariat that knocks both men down this time! Grant covers..

1..

2..

Kickout by Blond!

JH: Early pinfall attempt by Grant Rice, suprising as well because one would think he’d be out simply to hurt the Tanaka Zaibatsu!

Nightmare: Maybe Grant wants to prove that not only can he stick up for the Revolution, he can beat the Tanaka Zaibatsu any day of the week!

Grant picks Blond up now and rams him headfirst into the buckle-nope, Blond counters it and rams the Tag Team Champion’s skull into the pad, then taking Grant and raking his eyes across the top rope! Once Grant is on all fours, Blond beckons Momoko to come in briefly so she can lay in a HARD kick to Grant’s breadbasket, driving the man down to the mat!

CM: There you go! NOW the Zaibatsu have it!

Nightmare: What the hell was that!

JH: Momoko entered the ring illegally and put a hurting on Grant Rice, now he is in trouble!

Blond now heads over and tags Momoko in, jawing to the fans in the front row as Momoko dives at Grant Rice, seizing his throat with her bony little hands so she can choke the life out of the Kansas City native, the ref yelling at her to get off. Before he can start counting however Momoko does get off him and lifts him up just enough to his knees so she can launch a head butt into his cranium, dropping him down again, Momoko picks him all the way up this time and pushes him into the corner, meeting him with a flurry of forearms to the chest and toe kicks, finishing by choking Grant again until the ref has to physically pull her off him, at which point Momoko threatens to backhand the referee which sends him scurrying.

JH: The Zaibatsu are breaking the rules blatantly but regardless it is giving them an advantage over Grant Rice!

CM: Hahaha! I bet Grant’s regretting that challenge now!

Nightmare: This is bullshit! Get in there, ref!

Grant is down to his knees now trying to regain his composure, Momoko however does not allow him any space to recover as she pulls him to the center of the ring making sure he maintains his sitting position for a SHARP kick to the spine to greet him! Grant folds over in pain as Momoko now tags Blond in, the Zaibatsu in firm control of this special challenge match. Blond comes in, jawjacking with the booing crowd, then kneedropping onto Grant’s chest and flowing it into a headlock.

JH: Now he’s trapped in a headlock, Mr. Blond continuing to wear down Grant Rice who you have to believe is suffering greatly thanks to the 2-on-1 disadvantage!

Nightmare: Come on, Grant, fight it! You can do it, man!

Grant initially gets back up to his feet albeit slowly but Blond cuts him off with a kick to the gut and a quick back heel trip which causes Grant to find himself on the mat again trapped in a headlock. The ref asks Grant if he wants to submit (to which he OF COURSE says no), but when the ref isn’t watching due to a little argument with Momoko, Blond switches it up into a fishhook maneuver, pulling back on Grant’s face until the ref turns back around at which point—Presto!—headlock again.

CM: Hahaha! This is wrestling at it’s finest!

JH: How the hell can you say that, Chip! Blond and Momoko have MAINTAINED control of this match by cheating!

CL: I know if Blond and Momoko weren’t breaking the damn rules, Blond’d be screaming like the bitch he is with his leg twisted enough ‘till it makes Sid Vicious green with envy!

Blond keeps this headlock maintained but isn’t paying attention to the “REVOLUTION” chants that are reverberating through the arena, the front row fans pounding on the guardrails to the beat of the chant, Nightmare pounding on the table to egg them along and it seems like all of this is finally giving Grant Rice some life, Grant moving and writhing until he’s on one knee, then up to both feet, Grant fires three elbows into Blond’s chest then slips behind him, taking out his knee with a chop block! Blond is down and Grant presses the attack by lifting his knee and smashing it against the mat to cause more damage, Grant now feeling like he’s in control yells to the fans before picking Blond up and shooting him into the ropes, Blond reverses but Grant re-reverses and hits a back body drop! Grant now beckons Blond to get up which he does, Grant takes him down with a drop toe hold and goes to the ankle! ANKLELOCK IS ON!

JH: STRAIGHT MIZERY!

Nightmare: You’ve got this, Grant! Snap his fucking ankle!

Blond yells in pain but refuses to quit as Grant torques on the ankle, the crowd now fueling his fire, he grapevines the ankle in the middle of the ring but when it seems like Grant’s got it all wrapped up, Momoko drops to the outside and scurries over to the apron closest to Grant’s head, tearing at his eyes with her fingers until Grant lets go! This allows Blondie to land a knee drop to the back once he rolls over, Momoko coming in to join in the fun by stomping the hell out of the KC native!

CM: Haha! This is great! This is the end of the Revolution right here! Tonight Grant Rice, soon enough the Tag Team Titles, and then who knows after that!

JH: This is a gang beatdown! Somebody put a stop to this!

Nightmare: That’s a good idea! Excuse me!

A clonk of headphones hits the table as the crowd ROARS seeing Nightmare hop up onto the stage and bull-rush the ring, Blond and Momoko paying too much attention to mauling Grant Rice to realize that Nightmare has slid into the ring! The crowd EXPLODES as now Nightmare comes through the ropes, whirling both around to meet them with a throat thrust for Blond, a right hand knockdown for Momoko! Blond staggers towards the ropes and gets booted in the face, taking him over the top rope! Momoko goes straight for Nightmare but Night raises a right hand into Momoko’s face when she’s in range, knocking the Ultraviolent Bitch to the mat, Momoko gets hauled up off the mat and whipped into the ropes where Nightmare catches her in a DOUBLE ROTATION END OF DAYS, BURYING MOMOKO INTO THE CANVAS AFTER TWO SPINS!

CL: AAARGH! Momoko’s a fucking grease spot!

JH: HIGH IMPACT END OF DAYS! Nightmare may be visually impaired but that apparently has not taken away from how damned destructive he can be!

CM: Disqualify Grant Rice! Fucking disqualify him! Nightmare has no goddamn right to do that!

JH: You go down there and try to stop him, Chip! You I fear are our only hope!

CM: Fuck you!

The referee leans through the ropes as Mr. Blond returns to the ring, enough energy to rake Nightmare who is busy roaring to the crowd square in the eyes which of course sends Nightmare right down, speaking to the ring announcer who now takes up his mic.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the FIW official has informed me that the scheduled handicap match is now a TAG TEAM match *crowd pop* showcasing the Tanaka Zaibatsu vs. The Revolution!!

CM: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

JH: This certainly evens the sides but then again we’re not really sure considering Nightmare just got raked in the eyes, his weak spot for at least a few weeks!

Night rolls to the outside clutching his eyes in pain, Blond hobbling over to the ropes to talk smack to him, wasting too much time and allowing Grant to recover just enough to back suplex lift him, planting him with a one arm slam after the rotation into the center of the ring! Blond rebounds off the mat as Momoko has finally recovered onto the apron, Grant scrambling over to make the cover!

JH: NINE ONE ONE!!

1..

2..

BLOND KICKS OUT!

JH: Blond’s showing tenacity here, the Revolution may take this one!

CM: I doubt it, Blinky over there is too busy screaming about his fucking eyes!

Nightmare too has finally made it back up to the apron, even though he’s rubbing his eyes clear with one hand he’s holding out the other to tag, apparently he doesn’t give a shit that he’s half blind, he just wants to hurt somebody. Grant starts combat crawling as Blond picks himself up, rolling onto his stomach to do the same, the classic ‘tag him first’ race begins as the crowd eggs Grant on to tag Nightmare, he gets to the corner, looking back at Blond and wondering if he should stay in there due to Nightmare’s eyes, but shrugs reluctantly and tags in his partner, who enters the ring feet first and with Grant Rice meets the Tanaka Zaibatsu head on! All four competitors trade strikes as now Nightmare gets the advantage on Mr. Blond, bullrushing him into the corner with a shoulder thrust before grabbing him by the throat with both hands and tossing him across the ring!

CL: Look out!

JH: What FRIGHTENING power from Nightmare!

Night and Grant now turn their attention to Momoko Wakari and double team whip her into the ropes, lifting her for a double flap jack but Momoko hangs onto the top rope putting her on the other side of the apron to make them screw up the move, she pokes Nightmare in the eyes and then re-enters the ring to be met with a right hand from Grant Rice, Grant tries to send her into the ropes to set up a move but Momoko reverses it, Grant goes tumbling to the outside thanks to Mr. Blond pulling the rope down!

JH: Oh no! Nightmare now left all alone against the Tanaka Zaibatsu!

CL: He’s going to squash these two gnats! GET THEM!

They both rush him at once, Blond shoulder thrusting Night in the corner while Momoko exits to the outside to hammer away at him from there, the referee trying to get them both off of Nightmare but the Prince of Pain handles that, with a tremendous yell he shoves Blond away by sheer virtue of his strength and headbutts Momoko, staggering her and allowing him to turn around and swing at Momoko but she drops down to the floor out of range, Nightmare reaches for her but she grabs his feet, allowing Mr. Blond to rush in and guillotine him on the ropes, staggering the big man, Blond rakes his eyes which gets another STERN warning from the ref but naturally he doesn’t care, Momoko slides back in now and quickly sets up Nightmare, Blond and Momoko now driving him facefirst into the mat with a double DDT! Blond covers as Momoko rushes over to baseball slide Grant out of the ring..

1..

JH: Come on, how could he let that go!

2..

CL: The ref’s checking on Grant Rice too, I think he’s hurt!

3!

MA: Your winners by pinfall, the TANAKAAAAHHHH ZAIBATSU!

CM: HAHAHA! Put that in your butt and fuck it, Revolution!

JH: Revo just had this match sto-What??

Momoko and Blond beat a hasty retreat out of the ring as Grant is finally able to get inside, swinging wildly at them as Nightmare is on his back in pain clutching at his eyes from the damage done to them, Grant goes over and tries to help Nightmare up but the Prince pushes him back, not angrily but because he wants no help to get back to his feet, rolling to the outside so he can linger on one knee for a moment rubbing his eyes in tremendous pain, Grant joins him on the outside as the ref hands them their tag team titles, Nightmare now accepting a little help from Grant as the Revolution walks back with their heads high.
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JH: Next match is a specialty of the man who’s joined us again, welcome back Elrick.

Elrick: Cheers.

CM: Going to screw anyone else over Elrick?

Elrick: You if you don’t be quiet you little ass.

CL: You smell, you suck at wrestling most nights, but I like your style Elrick.

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

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

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

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

MA: The following match is a Ex-ARMS Division Match, first hailing from Komachi City, Japan and weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds… KIYYOSSSSSHIIIIIII NNNAAAKKKAAAHHHAAATTTAAA!!!!

[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...

JH: You know this man very well Elrick.

Elrick: Trust me, if anyone’s going to kick two shits out of Sean, for disrespecting the FSC title, it’s him.

CM: He never disrespected it, he’s give it more pride.

Elrick: Damn, you are pushing your luck.

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

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

MA: And his opponent, hailing from Fairfield, Connecticut and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… SEAAAAAAAAAN MADDDRRROOOXXXX!!!!!

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

CM: Finally, the true Slam! Icon has arrived.

Elrick: Chip, I was on Slam and wasn’t this guy getting his ass handed to him by T-Bird nightly?

CL: Ha! Burn, so much for Hardcore Slam!

JH: Damn look at the weapons both have choose.

As the camera moves over towards the ring, we see what each man has chosen for a weapon, Kiyoshi has a chain and Sean has his 2x4 with nails coming from it, both look very ready to go as Fuzz calls for the bell and it sounds, the clock come son the ReVoltron. Both men don’t rush into action, instead they circle the ring cautiously, Kiyoshi wrapping the chair around his forearm as Sean watches him, he simply swings the 2x4, mind games obviously playing a big part in the whole scope of each other’s attack, but then Sean and Kiyoshi approach each other, Sean goes for a forearm, but F=Kiyoshi uses the chain on his own forearm to deflect it, making Sean move backwards, Kiyoshi then begins to fire some nasty forearm shots to Sean’s head, with chain around his forearm before grabbing his right arm, and taking him over with a judo esque throw, Kiyoshi then unravels his chain as he looks down at the obviously frustrated Sean, rubbing the side of his head as he climbs to his feet.

JH: Kiyoshi getting the better of that exchange right there.

CM: Sean‘s not one to piss off though, eh Elrick? You learnt that last week.

Elrick: Ha, comedian, shut up or I’ll show you how you put someone through a table.

CL: Do it and for a week, I’ll reframe from calling you anything nasty, outlandish or abusive.

As Conse gets excited with that thought, Sean and Kiyoshi again circle the ring, watching each other very closely before Sean again makes a move, this time he connects with a shot to Kiyoshi’s leg though, making Kiyoshi buckle, only to be met with a knee right to the face knocking him backwards into the ropes, as he comes back Sean lays another shot right to Kiyoshi’s stomach making him double over. Sean then raises the 2x4 in the air as he’s going to ram it down on Kiyoshi’s back, but as he comes down, Kiyoshi evades JUST in time, as he does he hit’s a mean knife edge chop across Sean’s chest, making him drop the 2x4, before Sean can attempt to grab it, Kiyoshi goes for a palm strike that knocks Sean back into the ropes, on the rebound he rolls and dodge‘s another attempted palm strike, looking towards Kiyoshi.

CM: What is with wrestlers always slapping each other?

Elrick: It’s called a chop, want me to demonstrate?

CL: Do you really wanna excite him anymore?

JH: Excuse Chip, Elrick, his 1980’s ways get the better of him sometimes.

CL: Sometimes? Hitchen, the man’s like a sexually deprived Danny Succo.

As Sean reaches for his 2x4, picking it up we see the time as it reads 6:57, Sean then looks towards Kiyoshi who’s looking more into the match as he doesn’t wait this time, he goes in for the kill by attempting a kick at Sean, who just backs off watching Kiyoshi carefully. Kiyoshi then unravels the chain and moves towards Sean, Sean swings the 2x4, but Kiyoshi sees it coming and kicks the 2x4 away, making Sean reel before Kiyoshi places the chain around Sean’s neck and then swings around the chain before out of all most nowhere Kiyoshi DRIVES Sean down with a Chain assisted STO right into Sean’s own 2x4, Sean looks in some extreme pain as he rolls off his 2x4 placing his arm on his back as blood seems to trickle from the upper back area.

JH: Ouch!

Elrick: Beautiful, the STO variation with the chain.

CL: Talk about being nailed, gotta love it.

CM: Not really Conse, Sean doesn’t deserve the punishment, always being place din matches with a disadvantage.

Elrick: Disadvantage? Was he in a handicap I quit match? Did he have his family attacked and title belt stolen? No? Exactly, shut it.

Kiyoshi moves towards Sean who’s back is slowly trickling with blood, but not seeing it as a problem Kiyoshi places the chain around his leg quickly as he jumps up and then DRIVES his knee down over Sean’s back, before he quickly turns it into a variation of the bow and arrow lock, placing his knee in Sean’s lower back as he grabs a arm and a leg and begins wrenching back, he doesn’t have enough time to fully apply it as the buzzer sounds signaling the end of the first round. Kiyoshi releases the hold and moves to a neutral corner as Fuzz signals they have a minute to gather up, Sean climbs to his feet and tries to shake some motion back into his limbs.

JH: Kiyoshi won that round in my opinion.

CM: Your opinion sucks, so go back to licking Elrick‘s asshole.

As both men have had there minute, Fuzz signals for the second round to commence as the clocks starts ticking again. As the round commences Sean waste’s no time as he comes straight forward, nailing a boot to Kiyoshi’s gut before dropping the 2x4 quickly and then scooping Kiyoshi up and dropping him down upon the 2x4 with a scoop slam, the impact makes Kiyoshi stay atop it as Sean then runs to the ropes and jumps up, spring boarding off the 2nd rope with a lionsault that brings himself down on Kiyoshi and makes Kiyoshi sandwiched between himself and the 2x4, the pain overwhelming Kiyoshi’s face as he rolls off and feels the blood coming from the back, not much as it was only a few nails that caught him, but enough to feel the pain.

CM: That’s how you do it, stand in awe.

CL: *Yawning* Huh? Sorry I thought this is wrestling, not a episode of who can fucking jump highest.

Sean picks up his 2x4, or places a hand on it as Fuzz stops his count at 4, he then looks towards Kiyoshi who is standing up, still feeling from the move just performed on him, but he’s ok as he stands up and is met by another boot to his gut, doubling him over once again, but this time as Sean thinks he has Kiyoshi in a advantage spot, unfortunately he doesn’t see that Kiyoshi has his chain unraveled and as Sean comes charging Kiyoshi with chain grabs his free arm and with the chain wrapped around the arm of Sean’s, he throws him over with a nasty looking shoulder throw making Sean land with such impact the 2x4 leaves his hand, Kiyoshi stays down taking a breath as he looks tired.

JH: He calls that the Ipponzei, which translates into…

CM: You really have no social life do you? Damn man, get out there tiger.

JH: Excuse me?

Elrick: He’s jealous of your brain capacity to his minor one.

CL: Would explain his clothing ideals.

He stands up as Kiyoshi backs up, watching Sean grasp the 2x4 as the clock reads 16:59, knowing sooner or later he’ll stand Kiyoshi seems to stalk Sean almost as Sean climbs to his feet, a little groggy from the shoulder throw, as he does indeed stand Kiyoshi drops his chain, landing it in a big heap as he watches Sean turns and boots him in the gut, hooking him in a front chancery he then points towards the air before lifting him in a suplex and moving backwards towards the chain…

JH: He wouldn’t…

…Kiyoshi then DRIVES! Sean down onto the chain with a sick looking vertical drop Brainbuster, Sean’s body turns limp on impact but amazingly his hand still grasps the 2x4 as Fuzz checks on him, Kiyoshi still lays down taking a breath…

CL: BBRRRRAAIIINNNBBBBBUSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

Kiyoshi climbs to his feet as the crowd get into a chant, the usual “Holy Shit” chant, but it dies pretty quickly as Kiyoshi moves over to Sean and picks him up, grabbing his chain and placing it around his forearm quickly before delivering some stiff forearms right to Sean’s face, before Irish whipping Sean into the ropes, coming back though Sean ducks the elbow smash attempt and springs off the second rope, turning Kiyoshi meets a 2x4 right to the chest taking both men to the canvas as Kiyoshi clutches his chest in pain, Sean just looks exhausted…

CM: Boom!

Elrick: You farted didn’t you? Damn Chip.

CM: I did not! I was happy Sean killed Kiyoshi.

CL: That smell of shit is in fact what‘s coming from his mouth, not a fart.

As both lay on the canvas the buzzer goes signaling the end of the second round, both stay down as Fuzz moves to talk to Michael Anderson, doping so he looks at both wrestlers as they move to stand up, they both manage to get up as Fuzz calls for the clock to go again and begins the final round. Both Kiyoshi and Sean circle the ring this time, bleeding vaguely the pair of them but still they circle the ring, not really wanting to rush into action knowing this could be the round that decides the match.

JH: Both men, not rushing into this one.

CM: Well obviously.

Kiyoshi then moves closer towards Sean as his chain swings around he then goes for a swipe, but Sean moves from it seeing Kiyoshi was aiming for mind games, Sean then dives in at the attack, dropkicking Kiyoshi into the turnbuckle, seeing his opportunity, Sean runs and with the 2x4 in front of him leaps for a splash, but Kiyoshi moves as Sean dives into his own 2x4, sandwiching himself into it, he tureens looking in discomfort but not as much as he turns and gets a chain wrapped around his throat and brought down into a sleeper hold with leg scissors, Kiyoshi then begins to wrench away, Fuzz checks on Sean as Kiyoshi wrenches away, releasing the chain a little so he can use his own hands to choke him out.

JH: Sleeper hold.

Elrick: If he keeps that wrenched in, he hopefully might choke him out.

CM: Sean wouldn’t let that happen, he’s not like you, Weak.

Elrick: Chip, is that a stain on your shirt?

CM: No.

Elrick: There will be one there if you don’t shut your mouth.

Kiyoshi keeps the sleeper hold synched in, really wrenching away but Sean doesn’t let it get him enough though as he digs his 2x4 into the gut of Kiyoshi then spins t around, ripping into his skin as Kiyoshi tries to ignore it but he can’t as he let’s go of the sleeper hold rolling out of the way as Sean rolls the other way. As both stand though, it seems there locked in a stare off, seeing that it’s 25:48, they need to get some big moves in and boy the heat increases as both move face to face and out of nowhere Sean drives a forearm into Kiyoshi’s face, but Kiyoshi gives him one straight back, knocking him backwards. They both keep exchanging ruthless forearm shots before Kiyoshi thrusts Sean’s face away with a vicious palm strike sending Sean backwards, shaking his head in sheer grogginess.

CM: See! It’s a slap.

Elrick: No, it’s a palm strike.

CM: Same thing.

JH: *Hitting Chip with a weak ass palm strike* Nope different see.

CL: Could of knocked his teeth out Hitchen, surely.

Kiyoshi doesn’t give Sean chance to breath as he moves quickly and grabs his arm, but Sean feels it and goes for a lariat with the 2x4, Kiyoshi sees it luckily and ducks JUST in time, but not when Sean bring sit back, connecting to the back of the head sending Kiyoshi into the ropes, as he comes back though Sean grabs him in a waist lock, but the 2x4 is across Kiyoshi’s stomach, but as Sean looks to take him over with a German suplex, he’s stopped, Kiyoshi stops it as he lifts with all his power to get the 2x4 from around him succeeding, he then grabs Sean himself with a German suplex, lifting him over but Sean lands on his feet as Kiyoshi lands on his back and quickly stands and turns, a face off accurse again.

JH: They each have two minutes tog et in some offense.

CM: Sean hit him or something man!

CL: Wow, you truly are a role model… idiot.

As the clock hits 28:21, the pair begin to circle the ring swinging there weapons to try and get in some hits, that’s when Sean boots Kiyoshi in the gut and quickly swings the 2x4 down, but Kiyoshi slide sunder and sweeps Sean’s feet before swinging the chain down over Sean’s chest with force, he then quickly applies a fujiwara armbar and wrenches away as hard as he can as the fans watch the clock hit 29:12, Kiyoshi doesn’t release he just keeps wrenching away, but Sean out of nowhere nails him across the head with his 2x4 knocking Kiyoshi off of him and Sean rolls to his feet quickly, the dazed Kiyoshi stands up but just as the clock hits 30:00, Sean smashes him in the face with a snap super kick, but the time expires as Kiyoshi drops to the canvas and so does Sean out of tiredness…

JH: Times up!

CM: That super kick better count dammit.

Elrick: Buzzer went, I doubt it, but if you don’t mind gotta do something…

JH: Huh? Where’s he going?

As both Sean and Kiyoshi stand themselves up Fuzz takes both of them to the center of the ring, he then raises Kiyoshi’s arm signaling the win as Kiyoshi raises his arms in celebration, Sean Madrox begins arguing with Fuzz, looking really angry, but what he doesn’t see is Elrick walking to the ringside area…

MA: Your winner! Via referee decision… KIYYOSSSSSHIIIIIII NNNAAAKKKAAAHHHAAATTTAAA!!!!

…As Sean still argues with Fuzz he sees Elrick making his way towards the title belt area and Sean then watches Elrick begin to run off with it, but that’s when Sean runs and pushes Kiyoshi over the top rope, crashing him down atop Elrick, who gets caught by Kiyoshi.

JH: Oh come on! That’s horrible, how does Sean sleep at night.

CM: It’s his belt, Elrick was stealing it.

JH: It’s his! God dammit!

…Sean comes out of the ring and grabs the belt, grinning and booting Elrick before walking off, Elrick tries to grab his foot but is hurting as he holds his ribs, Kiyoshi stands helping Elrick up as Sean holds the belt up in the air then disappears backstage, Elrick watches looking highly pissed off.
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JH: Tag Team action as Ragin’ and Prime are set to contest against Crackerjack and Kailey Lane.

CM: Awesome!

CL: Ugh! Someone shove a lemon in his mouth, I’m getting sick just looking at it.

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.

[align=center]Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say[/align]

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.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tag Team match scheduled for one all… in the ring at this time, being accompanied by Natalya… from Bogorodskoye, Russia and weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-eight pounds… RAAAAGINNNNNNNNNNN!!!!~

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

[align=center]YEAAAA![/align]

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

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

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.

MA: And his partner… hailing from San Diego, California and tipping the scales and three-hundred and ten pounds… The Evolution of Evil… PRIIIIIIIIIME!!!~

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 their opponents… first, hailing from the Alleys of New York City and weighing in at three-hundred and nineteen pounds… CRAAAAAAAKERRRRRRRRRRJAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKK!!!~

"Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd as she moves to her corner.

MA: And his partner… hailing from Nashville, Tennessee and weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds… KAILEEEEEEEEYY LAAAAAAAAAAAANEEEEEEEE!!!~

Logan Black makes the traditional check for foreign objects on both wrestlers as the commentators make their observations on the wrestlers…

CL: Kailey must be thinking it’s raining men right now.

CM: !!!

JH: I severely doubt that Kailey is that… promiscuous about men.

CL: Oh, wake up and smell the coffee… the wrestling business makes you a slut! Ask anyone.

After all that, Logan Black signals for the bell…


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


Crackerjack and Prime start off first… the crowd doing their whole “clappity, clap, clap, clap” thingy which is more or less routine but it’s fun to do, even if you don’t see it on Monday (or Friday) night all that much these days.

But anyway, Crackjack and Prime with the collar and elbow tie-up… the literal clash of the unstoppable force meets the immovable object as it were between the two heavyweight combatants jockeying for position.

Neither man seems to be giving leeway to the other… though Crackjack manages to gain the advantage and pushes the Evolution of Evil towards the ropes, Prime fighting it all the way.

Eventually, the masked giant reaches the ropes and Logan calls for a break… which being a blue-eyed baby face that Crackerjack is, for this match anyway, he obliges by backing off and getting a small applause from the Canadian crowd for his show of sportsmanship.

JH: A clean break by Crackerjack.

CL: Duh, talk about stating the obvious!

Nevertheless, Prime plays it like the devious heel he is and complains left, right and centre about pulls of the hair and things of that nature… but eventually, he sees sense to come away from the ropes and grapple up again with the strange masked man from New York.

Prime gets a side headlock on the big man, looking to get an early advantage and score the submission… even though in this day and age, a submission from a headlock is far and few between… if ever.

Nevertheless, Crackerjack manages to power out of the hold and into a top wristlock… immediately applying an arm wringer on the man a mere nine pounds smaller than he.

Prime writhes to escape the hold, pushing Crackerjack against the ring ropes… immediately forcing Logan Black to tell Crackerjack to break the wristlock hold.

The Evolution of Evil, however, shows just how evil he can be by burying his forearm across the chest of Crackerjack in a cheap shot.

JH: Prime, obviously has no mutual respect for his opponent…

CM: Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat.

Prime capitalises on the momentary shift in momentum and brings Crackerjack over to Ragin’ who tags in cleanly… Ragin’ delivers a shot under the breadbasket as Prime holds up his arm, to expose the ribcage of the big man from Noo Yark City.

Natalya cheers on her man at ringside as Ragin’ goes to down on Crackerjack, laying in with a brutal knifehand chop and whipping him across the ring.

Ragin’ suddenly gets the whip reversed on him before being taken over with a BIG Back Body Drop from Crackerjack that would have Ed McMahon popping for before turning back to the Sneakiest Russian in FIW history with a look of determination under his strange mask, one would assume.

The Russian favours his back at Crackerjack points to Kailey Lane, motioning for tag which the Canadian audience pops for… given the history between the Southern Belle and the Russian Menace.

Crackerjack tags in Kailey to a great deal of w00ting and whooping of joy!

CM: W00tnik! Kailey!

CL: …did he just say what I thought he said?

Kailey comes straight in as Ragin’ gets to his feet, still favouring his back before being onslaught by a series of right hands to the jaw of the Big Man from Bogorodskoye! Kailey gets a head of steam off the ropes before coming and takes down Ragin’ with a Flying Bulldog and straight into a cover!!


[align=center]ONE! TWO AND A QUICK KICKOUT![/align]


JH: Only two from the Bulldog.


Kailey pulls Ragin’ up to a seated position and clamps on the Seated Surfboard we all know and love as the “Backstabber” to the Sneaky Ragin’ Russian.

Logan Black, right there, asks for a submission and gets a firm “no” from the Russian… forcing Kailey to choose a different move to weaken the big man with, choosing to go for a Sleeper Hold on the big man.

Ragin’ however, shifts his superior weight over Kailey to get to a vertical base… though the Nashville native is tenacious and retains her hold on the big man, even when she’s forced to stand on her tip-toes to choke him out!

Ragin’ fires a hard elbow to the sternum and shoots her off to the ropes, she returns to be taken down with a shoulder block… Ragin’ off the ropes, Kailey slides under his feet… Kailey with a leapfrog but gets caught and thrown over the big Russian’s head with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!! Kurt Angle-style!!

CL: SUPLEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAHHH!!!

JH: What an Overhead Belly to Belly!

Kailey favours her back as Ragin’ gets up, drags Kailey up and tags Prime in… the Evolution of Evil drops a Double Axe Handle smash down across the small of the back of Kailey Lane before scooping her up and planting her in the centre of the ring with a Body Slam!

Prime with a lateral press…


[align=center]ONE! TWO AND A KICKOUT![/align]


Prime holds three fingers up at Logan Black who insists it was only a two count to the San Diego’s disapproval.

Eventually, Prime resorts to foul tactics by applying a rear chinlock and grinding his forearm against the side of the face of Miss Lane… Logan admonishes Prime for the infraction of wrestling rules before starting the five count.

1…
2…
3…
4 and Prime breaks it up!


Prime lifts Kailey back up and slugs her with a heavy forearm smash across the jaw stand staggers the Southern Belle… but she’s still standing.

The Evolution of Evil disrespectfully slaps her across the face that is enough to rile her up to respond with a forearm shot of her own!

Prime with a kick downstairs and comes off the ropes to send Kailey flying with a decapitating clothesline before kissing his gargantuan bicep, grinning and mockingly telling the Canadian audience to “Kiss This”

JH]: What arrogance on the part of Prime…

CM: When you’re his size, there isn’t that many people who would have the guts to tell you otherwise.

Prime continues provoking the Ontario audience as Kailey favours her neck from the impact of one of Prime’s signature moves as she struggles to get back to her feet and make the tag.

Her opponent won’t let up through and stomps repeatedly on her back as she attempts to crawl over to her corner…

Prime drags Kailey back by her feet over to his corner and tags Ragin’ back in who drops a big elbow drop on the back of the Nashville native.

Ragin’ drags Kailey up and hooks her up with an Inverted Facelock before dragging her up and slamming her down HARD across his knee!!

JH: SPINAL TAP!!

Ragin’ with a cover!!


[align=center]ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THR-

NO!!!
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Kailey kicks out to Ragin’s surprise!

Ragin’ lifts Kailey back up and whips her across the ring, catching her and lifting her up for what appears to be a Spinebuster… but Kailey is fighting it! She lays in with elbow after elbow to the temple region of the Russian Menace until he drops her on her feet!

Still visibly hurt, Kailey favours her back before laying in with several forearm smashes across the front of the jaw and comes off the rope with a Hart Attack-style Sit-out Clothesline at the same time that Ragin’ sends off one of his own!

Both combatants are in the centre of the ring with the double down!!

Logan Black is forced to make the count…


[align=center]One…

Two…

Three…


Ragin’ and Kailey are stirring towards their corners


Four…

Five…

Six…


The crowd start clapping to encourage them both as they etch towards their corner


Seven…

Eight…

Nine and they make the tag!!!
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Crackerjack comes in like a house of fire and decks Prime upside the head with a right hand! Ragin’ gets back up to get clobbered in the same way! Prime gets up and is levelled with another right hand! Ragin’ does as well!

Crackerjack gets both men up and collides both heads together…

CL: Uh, how cheesy…

JH: A meeting of the minds!

Ragin’ tumbles like a great Siberian red wood and rolls out of the ring as Crackerjack picks the Evolution of Evil back to a vertical base and whips him across the ring.

Crackerjack scoops up Prime as he returns and slams him in the centre of the ring with a HUGE Body Slam that shakes the entire ring canvas!!

The weird masked man from the Alleys of New York City signals for the end…

JH: Crackerjack says, “That’s all!”

CM: Oh, my gosh!

CL: Agh! Where did you come from?

Crackerjack lifts Prime back up who suddenly rakes the eyes of the bigger and more masked man than he!

JH: Open your eyes ref!!

Prime, ignoring the referee’s admonishment, grabs the masked man and delivers an ungodly Authority Slam which ricochets his opponent’s head off the ring canvas!!!

Prime with a pin!!


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


MA: Here is your winners… the team of Prime and Ragin’!!!!

Cutting away from the ringside area as the latest match of the evening comes to an end, the camera cuts to a hall way backstage. One of the doors in the hall way opens and a familiar figure steps out from the room, closing the door behind him. If the hideous leather mask wasn't a big enough of a hint as to who it is, the championship around his waist is. Swiftly he strides along the hall way at a slightly fast walking pace, that gradually slows down when he gets to the end of the hall.

A pan around his shoulder reveals why he's slowing down, another familiar person is leaning against the wall at the end of it. This familiar person is sporting her trademark pink hair and pushes herself off of the wall when she hears him coming. Seemingly out of nowhere, her leader and ally, the Crow walks out from the other direction the hall way leads to. The final piece of this trio appears when he pushes Onikage's door back, revealing Blond had been standing beside it the entire time.

It isn't hard for the masked oddity to realize he's out numbered and cornered by the Tanaka Zaibatsu, even a fool could see that. Though, his gaze never leaves the mild frame of the young lady from Japan who is strolling towards him. Perhaps to those that were not familiar with her, the Pink Haired Demon's body language as she walked would seem odd. Least, when it was compared to her personality due to how harmless it made her look.


Momoko Wakari: Kohnichiwa, Onikage-san... are we having a pleasant day?

Her tone is that of mocking sweetness, parodying the voice a innocent little girl might use. When she eventually stops walking she looks up at him with a smile, and likewise he looks back down at her minus a smile.

Onikage: What do you want Wakari-chan?

A scowl for the briefest of moments passes over the Zaibatsu's latest member for being referred to as a little girl. Rather than lashing out she merely let's her anger boil under her fake sweet persona she is doing. Gently her thin fingers reach out and run her fingernails across the main plate of the FIW Undisputed International Championship.

Momoko Wakari: You already know what I want, and yet, I have yet to see one of those open contracts for me anywhere.

I checked with Dai-Chan... and he hasn't gotten one either for me.

Now... normally that would be grounds for cutting off someone's finger or two, considering it entails the fact I'm being over-looked in favor of foolish marsh eels like Grant Rice or Graver.


Her smile becomes so sweet looking it is probably worst for you than candy, however, there is a much darker undertone to it which glimmers in her light blue eyes.

Momoko Wakari: Let me guess... lost in the mail?

After all... our little Gaijin champion wouldn't be so dishonourable as to try and dodge me, would he?


The later of the two questions attempts to sound like still sweet and innocent, but clearly is a snide comment in a thin veil. In her response to her actions and her words, the Straight Edge Artist bats her fingers away from the belt. Blond closes in a bit more on the champion but a nod from Tanaka keeps him at bay.

Onikage: No, it isn't lost in the mail some where. The reason why you haven't received it yet is because we've yet to send one out to you. Chances at this championship are earned, not just handed out to any one on a silver platter that wants one. So, my suggestion to you Wakari-chan would be to start earning your shot if you want one so badly.

That is the wrong thing to say to a woman most known for setting people on fire and slicing them up with her sickle. Her upper lip curls into a snarl and her hands ball up into fists at her side, she clenches them tightly together. Whatever image of a sweet little girl was there is gone, and now in its place is Momoko Wakari's true self. Before she can ever raise one of those fists though a hand falls onto her shoulder, it draws her attention away.

Her eyes gaze down at the hand and her gaze trails up the arm to see it is attached to Daisuke Tanaka. Without saying a word to each other the Pink Haired Demon side steps out of the Savior of Sorrow's way. Not wasting another moment with them, he glides past Wakari and disappears around the corner. Blond saunters over towards his comrades as the female part of the Zaibatsu glares after Onikage while the camera fades...
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JH: One word to describe how this next match will be, brutal.

CL: A brutal defeat the sheep fucker will face at the hands of the Minister of Awesomocity you mean.

CM: I’m not that big of a fan of Graver, but, after last week and considering who he is facing…Go scum bag!

JH: Onikage has mowed down nine other title defenses, is ten where he’ll hit a brick wall or will it Graver who is left to pick up the pieces?

CL: He’ll hit a fucking brick wall, no way is he getting close to Kitten’s record.

CM: Eh, both are freaks, so no big deal if he does.

JH: The record for most defenses with that title belt is twelve, held by Xtreme Kitten. If Onikage can make it past Graver, he’s only got two more to go to match it.

CL: Easier said than fucking done.

CM: Yeah, the freak will be so full of anger he’ll get blinded by it and it’ll cost him.


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


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


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

You're gonna get up and scream

You're gonna get up and...


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

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

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

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

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


CL: After tonight, the Reject will be rocking two styles of bling as the hip idiotic kids call it, gold and silver.

CM: Yeah, and his entrance music is cool, I can dig Black Zombie.

JH: Chip it’s…oh never mind.


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: Freak.

JH: You have to wonder what is running through the mind of the champion.

CL: Probably images of him fucking sheep and cutting himself as he cries after this match to cope.


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


CM: One can only hope that one of those cuts will hit deep enough to kill him.

JH: Such a lovely subject you two are on.

CL: If you don’t like it get the fuck out of my announcer booth, Bitchen.


Jackson calls the two to the center of the ring and they obey his command, Onikage taking off his jacket first, the two stroll up until they are only a few inches apart. Carefully he explains the rules out in full detail and then asks if both understand them, they both nod their heads in response. He calls for a hand shake and neither man moves surprisingly, neither making the offer to the other. After a few moments of waiting and getting nothing Mark sighs and calls for the bell.


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


JH: That’s the first defense Onikage’s had where there hasn’t been a hand shake to start the match!

CL: This isn’t Fearod era TNT Hitchen, they don’t need to be pussies and shake each other’s hands.

CM: Fearod, heh, what a knob that guy was.

Right when the bell dings for the final time the Shooter throws his arm forward, showering the masked oddity in mysterious white powder! Coughing and gagging on it, Onikage tries to recover but doesn’t get the chance when fists and forearms rain down on his head and neck, shoulders, and back. Desperately he tries to create some distance between the smaller man and him to give himself a chance to get the powder out of his eyes. Sadly, the Gunslinger isn’t letting him do that and when he gets to the ropes, Graver instead bolts right at him and hits a lariat that sends both of them over the top!

CL: Less than ten seconds into the match and Graver used a illegal method, and less than five minutes into the match and he gets them to leave the ring. I think that’s a new awesomocity world record by the Flycore champ.

CM: Alright! Now THIS is entertainment!

JH: This is the very reason why this man should not be allowed title belts at all!

Some of his recently discovered agility comes in handy in this situation, since Graver holds onto the top rope and uses it to flip completely, landing feet first on the apron. Not wasting a moment of his foe being out on the ringside floor, the Reject hurries over to and scales up the turnbuckle. The Straight Edge Fuckamaniac calls from an elbow drop off of the second buckle, then looks out, looks back at where he is, and climbs down one buckle. He calls for it again and it still gets a mild cheer from the fans who want to see high risk, he does a double take of the floor and where he is, and climbs down to the apron.

CM: Guess Graver is afraid of heights.

JH: Oh come on! This is ridiculous; you’re supposed to put your body on the line Graver. You’re a wrestler!

CL: Not so much a tribute to the old Cactus Elbow Drop any more, but hey, I bet it’ll still be effect!

As lightly as possible the Flycore Champion hops off of the apron and drops an elbow onto the chest region of the masked oddity, immediately getting back up to his feet. Quickly he pulls out his guns and does the classic “bang, bang” motion with them to a few chuckles and a bit of applause from a select few in the audience. When the referee isn’t looking he clocks the Savior of Sorrow over the head with the hilt of one of his guns too. Afterwards he puts them away and snatches a hold of some of the Straight Edge Artist’s hair, trying valiantly to get him back up to his feet.

JH: This isn’t a hardcore match, but Mark is letting them on the outside go for some reason.

CL: Might be a foreign concept to you Hitchen, but some know the fans don’t want to see a crappy finish to a match for the sake of following the rules perfectly.

CM: Besides, the count on the outside is up to the referee to start and how fast he does so.

Veins pop up all over the lanky arms of the Flycore Champion and a massive one appears in his forehead as he strains to get all two hundred and fifty pounds back to a vertical base. When he does so he let’s go of the masked oddity long enough to poke him right in the eye, then wrap an arm around his neck and put his leg in front of the champ’s. Recklessly Graver tosses his opponent and himself back first into the fence barricade with a Russian leg sweep! Both men cringe and groan in agony, Onikage looking the worst for wear of the duo as he coughs and clutches at his neck and back.

CL: Yes! That’s fucking beauty right there! Graver going hardcore via a loop hole that allows him to do that!

CM: Right out of the off set Graver is the one standing tall!

JH: It may not technically be illegal, but that is a dirty trick of Graver to use the barricade as a weapon.

One hand falls on top of the barricade, and shortly there after the other one falls on top of it and the Minister of Awesomocity uses both to get back up onto his feet. When he does, he is met with a swarm of Extreme Ninja look-a-likes holding up angry signs like “You fear Ninja!” and “You stole Ninja’s belt!” Graver just looks them over and says “Get the fuck away from me, you freaky kool-aid sipping cult bastards” as he turns away from them. Before he can look all the way back at the masked oddity however, another fan in the front row catches his eye and a sinister smirk dances over his facial hair covered features.

CM: What’s Graver looking at?

JH: I don’t know, but whatever it is it can’t be good!

CL: Can it, you fucking boy scout.

Roughly he grabs another handful of Onikage’s hair and drags him over to the barricade further down and away from the Extreme Ninja cult followers. He rests the Straight Edge Artist’s head up on the barricade and waves the fan sitting right there over and says “Blow”. This particular fan happens to be smoking a cigarette, he shrugs and a ring of smoke flies into the UIC’s masked face, and Graver says “Again”. For the second time a ring of smoke pours out onto the Savior of Sorrow’s face, and who starts coughing and gasping from the smoke as the Reject cackles.

JH: Oh this is just disrespectful!

CL: How’s that second hand smoke taste Straight Edge prick?

CM: Might not really be hurting him, but this is great!

Graver is like a pig rolling in mud he is so proud of this idea as he continues to get the fan to blow smoke into the face of the champion several more times. Once they hit the ninth time the Gunslinger leans in so he is closer to Onikage’s face with his smug grin on his face. “How does that feel you fucking cunt, huh?” he asks in a mocking tone before breaking out into another cackle fit. Unfortunately for him, the Savior of Sorrow springs to life, swatting the cigarette out of the fan’s hand and it launches right into Graver’s left eye!

CL: Holy shit!

CM: Crap! No!

JH: The cigarette hit Graver right in the eye!

Indeed it did the Shooter howls in agony and staggers backwards, his hands clasping over his left eye and managing to brush the burning cigarette out of the way. “My eye! My fucking eye! My god damn fucking eye! I can’t see! I can’t fucking see!” he yells at the top of his lungs as he stumbles about. Rage swirls in with the pain etched out on his face and his one remaining good eye, now blood shot, looks back down in time to see Onikage charging at him! He is too slow to dodge it and the Straight Edge Artist spear tackles him and actually scoops him up rather than driving him downward, and carries him until they ram right into the barricade!

CM: Gah! Graver just got squashed between the freak and steel!

JH: That’s minor compared to the fact that Graver might have just gotten a serious eye injury in his left eye!

CL: That fucking piece of shit!

This is enough to get Mark Jackson out of the ring, and who walks over to them but keeps his distance when he looks over the seemingly dead Graver. His hand lifts up and is about to call for the bell when straight out of a horror movie, the Reject springs back to life in Onikage’s clutches. One thin index finger points threateningly at Mark as the single blood shot eye glares at him as the Shooter proclaims “Don’t you fucking dare ring that bell!” Suddenly with a boost of energy and adrenaline kicking in, the Minister of Awesomocity starts viciously drilling the masked oddity’s back with elbow strikes!

JH: That is foolishness and pride getting the better of Graver, he’s in no state to continue at this point!

CL: Fuck that, he’s the one on the offense, no referee is screwing his chance at another title belt!

CM: Not only that, if he beats the freak, he’ll be able to no longer be Straight Edge!

Every thing seems to be fine when the champ roars out in fury and tightens his arms’ hold on Graver’s waist, making the Reject’s one unclosed eye go bug eyed. In an instant Onikage twirls around and like a discus, launches the body of the Flycore Champion right into the air! With a sickening thud the Gunslinger hits the edge of the apron lower back first and crumbles when he lands, but even then, Onikage is right on him! Overwhelmed would be the best way to describe what the Savior of Sorrow does when he grabs a handful of Graver’s hair, and then rams him head first several times into the ring post!

CL: Come on! That can’t be legal!

CM: Dear lord! He’d going to cave Graver’s skull in!

JH: I don’t think we’ve seen Onikage this…primal, well…ever!

An act of futility is when the Reject tries to throw a few punches to save his skull, and in turn gets two larger hands wrapped around his throat. Impressively the Straight Edge Artist lifts the Gunslinger up into the air and then throws him back of his skull first into the steel ring post as repayment! Jackson tries to step in, though one glare out of the corner of the masked oddity’s eyes makes the official back down from doing any thing. Like he is a rag doll Onikage grabs a hold of Graver and pulls him right up onto his feet, grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him straight towards the ring post again!

CM: At this rate Onikage is going to destroy Graver!

JH: We might not have a Flycore Champion come Thursday morning!

CL: Now you two are finally getting to see the real fucker under that mask.

The fans collectively gasp in amazement when at the last possible second Graver reverses the whip and sends all two hundred and fifty pounds colliding awkwardly into the ring post! A smack rings through out the arena and post-impact the Savior of Sorrow collapses down to the ringside floor, with the Reject dropping down to his knees in relief. Frantically the Minister of Awesomocity tries to catch his breath and tries to rethink what he is going to have to do, this game now clearly having become one for survival. His train of thought is broken when he hears a hand slam down onto the apron, and looks up as Onikage tries to pull his body back up.

JH: The sheer endurance, determination and strength fueled by anger we’ve seen out of Onikage is down right frightening!

CL: Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before, you fucking morons needed to see it to believe it I guess.

CM: He really is a freak of nature!

However, what concern Graver shows soon turns to disgust much like most of the fans when they see blood squirting out of the Straight Edge Artist’s right arm. Yes, the right arm right across the upper muscle is cut so deep and hit a vein that it is merely squirting out blood! Jackson waves to the back and immediately EMTs rush out, grabbing the Savior of Sorrow and keeping him down on the ground. Not sure what to do, the Reject gets up and rolls into the ring and Mark Jackson follows suit as the EMTs tend to the masked oddity, getting him on a stretcher.

CL: FULLY FUCKING SICK! Look at his god damn arm!

CM: Oh my god, maybe eating dinner right before the show wasn’t a good idea after all…

JH: It looks like this match is about to end, and I guess that means it and the title will be rewarded to Gra…wait! Wait! Look!

A mild rumble of cheers breaks out amongst the fans when the up the walk way, the Savior of Sorrow rolls his body off of the stretcher. With a bit of strain, he gets back up to his feet and shrugs the EMTs off, snatching a roll of their medical tape they had in hand. Swiftly he pulls out a long strip and wraps it around his arm, tying his wound shut with it for the time being and ripping it free from the roll with his teeth. The Gunslinger is in disbelief, as is Mark Jackson, when the Straight Edge Artist marches right back down and enters the ring!

CM: Tape?! Is he insane?! His arm is cut nearly half way through! You can almost see the bone!

JH: I’m not sure if I should call it impressive or scary how determined he is to not lose to Graver!

CL: Weren’t you calling it foolish and prideful just a moment ago when Graver did the same thing?

They stand there in silence for a few tension filled moments, the Shooter looking the masked oddity up and down several times like he truly is a zombie. In turn the champion simply roars and the fans go crazy as the Flycore Champion looks like he nearly wet himself. Second, third and fourth thoughts run through the Reject’s mind on if he should’ve willingly walked into this match when the Straight Edge Artist barrels towards him. In vain he tries at the last second to turn around and grab him for the BAM, instead the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac gets lifted and is spiked on his head with a backdrop driver from Onikage!

JH: Graver just got dropped on his head! DAAAAAAAANGERRRRRRRRRRROUUUUUUUUUUS~!!!

CL: Gah! Fucking hell!

CM: Damn! He might’ve just crippled Graver!

Things go from horrible to worse for the Reject, because the masked oddity holds onto him and floats right over, locking in For Whom the Bell Tolls! The challenger wiggles and strains to make it to the ropes, though with all that weight and in the middle of the ring he isn’t going any where. Diving into position, Jackson checks on Graver and makes sure that he isn’t ready to tap out yet, and he tells Mark just that much with a head shake. Going onto plan B of escape, with his free arms the Gunslinger blindly starts aiming punches and starts clawing at the taped up area of the champ’s arm.

CL: Yes! Yes! Get that tape off of the arm!

CM: If he does, the freak won’t have the strength to keep the hold on! Do it!

JH: Talk about your cheap tactics!

Gradually the Shooter’s strength is sapping and little by little he is getting weaker, but he still summons all his power into getting at the tape. FIW’s Straight Edge Fuckamaniac’s work starts to show some success, when the tape starts to go from the plain white to a crimson red. Slowly but surely pieces of tape start flying off of the arm and muscle of the Savior of Sorrow, and the remaining pieces become redder and redder with this process. The FIW official tells the Minister of Awesomocity to stop doing it, and gets a gasping reply of “Fuck off! You didn’t tell him to stop aiming for my head after he fucking blinded me in one eye!”

CM: Darn tooting Graver, preach my brother, preach!

JH: He really shouldn’t be talking, wasting your energy talking in a hold like this is bad.

CL: Screw you Hitchen, Graver will do as he damn well pleases!

Nothing more Jackson can do about the matter and holds up his hands, showing he is going to stop bugging the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac about it. Which Graver is thankful about by continuing to go after the arm like a wild animal, and then it finally happens. Blood starts gushing out of the arm again and soaring up into the air, only to splatter onto Onikage and Graver due to where they are. Unfortunately for the Gunslinger, it does nothing to stop the masked oddity and after a few more moments, he can’t take the pain any more, and taps!

JH: Graver taps! Graver taps! Graver taps!

CL: Fucking bullshit! He’s not! He’s patting Onikage on the arm! You’re fucking blind as a bat, Hitchen!

CM: Yeah! He’s clearly patting him on the arm!


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


JH: Apparently the referee agrees with m-

CL: Shut up! Just shut the fuck up Hitchen! This is bullshit, okay?! That referee is as fucking blind as you!

CM: Graver was screwed!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winner by submission…and STILL Full Intensity Wrestling Undisputed International Champion…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


”Simple Survival” starts up again over the sound system and the Straight Edge Artist releases his hold on the Reject, tossing him away from him. Graver in a dazed state clutches at his throat, groaning while Jackson goes to the side and then scurries back to Onikage. He raises his arm and drapes the championship over his shoulder, helping him up to his feet as most of the fans applaud. Suddenly it is as if a switch went off in the masked oddity’s head and he shoves Mark away from him, so hard he tumbles out of the ring.

CL: What the fuck? Now he’s assaulting referees? Oh, big fucking man he is.

CM: Once a freak, always a freak!

JH: I think it might’ve been an accident guys…

Those black pearl like eyes never leave what they were focusing on when he shoved the referee away, FIW’s Flycore Champion. Slowly he stalks towards the smaller man and looks like a Lion that is about to strike down a wounded prey for pure sport and amusement. He stops when he is towering over the Gunslinger and stares down at him for quite a few moments, the crowd falling down into a hush when he does so. Gradually he drops down to one knee and snatches a handful of the Reject’s hair, pulling his head up onto his knee.

CM: …What is he doing?

JH: Perhaps a final act of sportsmanship?

CL: No fucking way…he can’t fucking be thinking of doing that shit…no fucking way…Not here…

A taped up hand reaches inside of his shorts and produces some thing moments later, the fans mumble amongst themselves, not quite seeing what it is. That is until he raises it over his head and a confused and troubled gasp rings out, it is a shard of glass! Onikage tilts his head to the side and a deranged smile spreads across his lips as he drives a sharp point of the glass into Graver’s skull! Instantly the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac comes to life as he screams and flails about in the masked oddity’s grasp.

JH: What the hell?! What in the bloody hell is that?! What in the bloody hell is he doing to Graver?!

CL: I can’t fucking believe it! I fucking knew it, but I still can’t fucking believe it!

CM: He drove it into Graver’s forehead!

Chip Martin is as correct as one can be; the point is piercing the flesh around the lower half of the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac’s forehead. Slowly and disturbingly the Savior of Sorrow runs the shard of glass across Graver’s flesh, cutting it just as deep as his first blow. The fans continue to mummer and gasp amidst themselves, the viewers at home and them unable to see what exactly he is doing. That is until he pulls the shard of glass away, putting it away, and he sits Graver up to show what he’s put right between Edmond’s eyebrow….

CL: I knew the fucker wouldn’t be able to break his old fucking habit!

CM: It’s an X?! Why an X?!

JH: Is this what Onikage meant by making Graver’s piece of art a SPECIAL one?!

Immediately EMTs and security rush the ring, and the Straight Edge Artist tosses Graver into them to buy himself time to roll out of the ring. EMTs and Security tend to the man that is now bleeding from the X impended in his forehead as the fans are in silence. The FIW Undisputed International Champion hops over the guard rail and disappears through the fans with his championship…

CM: What has Graver done?!

JH: He’s unleashed some thing far more sinister than we’ve ever seen out of Onikage on not just himself, but the entire roster!

CL: I told you all, THIS is the real sheep fucker!
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Moments after the chain of effects known as the Undisputed International Match takes place, the camera cuts from ringside. It cuts straight to where the bruised and beaten champion is walking, heading by the looks of it to his locker room. With his windbreaker on one shoulder and his championship belt on the other, he is sweating pretty heavily. Just as he is about to turn a corner some thing suddenly swings out and cracks him over the head, dropping him to the floor.

Quickly Momoko hurries out from around the corner with a singapore cane in her hand, delivering another shot to the ribs. Daisuke Tanaka and Mr. Blond wander out from around the corner to, merely acting as look outs for this incident. Valiantly the masked oddity tries to recover and make a come back to defend himself, but it is to no avail. Momoko hits him several more times across his bare back with the weapon her fore fathers were known for using.

Several moments pass with the sounds of the cane meeting flesh and the Straight Edge Artist's roars of agony filling the hall way. Eventually her vicious assault ends and she tosses the singapore cane to the side of her. The Pink Haired Demon picks up the international title and walks over to the man that once was a mentor to her. She kneels down and places the belt over his chest, licking her finger and painting a cross on the belt before giving it a small pat as she catches her breath.


Momoko Wakari: Is that enough earning to get my title shot? Hmm? No?

For your sake, Onikage... it better be. Because you of all people should know I have more than enough toys to bring in the future to warrant my worth.


A snort of a chuckle comes from behind the two from Blond, apparently finding the whole situation amusing. Wakari brushes her clothes off and stands up straight, walking back towards her brethren. The Tanaka Zaibatsu casually walk away from the scene, leaving the champion in a broken heap as we fade to commercial.

The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy.

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

[align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire
Fire
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the DUUUUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!! Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing 240lbs, MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!!

Maj grins as his name's announced. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Maj gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just returned by Tahal back to the firey crowd. Maj continues the swap shop of curses, until he finally gives up on the crowd, and jumps off the turnbuckle. General Kumar gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Maj then waits for the match to begin. A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel being hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten kicks the chain link fence on the stage in time with the beat of the hammer; he stays on the stage kicking until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose.

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

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

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

MA: And the champion, from SHOOOOAL BAY, Australia… EXTREEEEEEEEEEEEME… KIT-TEEEEEEENNNNNN!!!

XK nods to his adoring fans, trying to keep his head in the match.

[align=center]DINGDINGDING![/align]

JH: Why haven’t we said anything so far?

CM: I was busy reading Cosmo.

CL: I didn’t feel like it. The fans know who we like and who we hate, and besides. Nobody reads the entrances anyhow. They just scroll past ‘em to get to the action. Wasted effort.

JH: I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Maj Tahal, excited to get into the match, charges forward toward Xtreme Kitten. Kitten dodges out of the way and Maj simply springboards up onto the ropes, moonsaulting off backward and FLATTENING XK to the mat!

CM: Smart tactic by our boy Maj!

CL: Which “we” are you referring to?

CM: Me… and my SEXY HAIR!

CL: Oh, get the fuck over yourself.

Maj gets off Kitten and Kitten curls upward to stand. He hops forward with a jumping knee strike that knocks Maj sideways onto his face. Kitten slides over him and initiates a side headlock. Maj growls and pounds his fist against the mat in pain as Kitten pulls back on the headlock.

JH: Tahal could be in trouble here, the champ has his master’s signature side headlock cinched in tight!

CL: Oh please. It’s a side fucking headlock at the beginning of the fucking match. Tahal’s gonna break free before too long.

Tahal continues to pound the mat and growl. Tony Clarke drops and asks him if he’s tapping out and Tahal retorts with a string of his native tongue. Clarke’s eyes go wide and he backs off a couple steps, continuing to do his best to watch the hold.

JH: Tahal has no respect for the referee, or for anyone!

CM: Bull shit! He’s got respect for his fans! For his supporters! … … for me!

CL: Holy rehearsed dialogue, Batman!

Maj starts sending his knuckles to XK’s face in order to make an impression or two, but the kitten mask prevents the shots from causing much damage. Huffing through his teeth, Maj pushes one of his knees upward, then follows with another. A HUUUGE push finds him going vertical and Xtreme Kitten goes with him!

CM: See? Maj is taking control!

Maj grabs ahold of his opponent’s abdomen and tries to force him to the mat, but XK kicks his legs and gets them back to the ground. Maj hollers loudly as XK twists the side headlock some more, causing him extreme pain!

JH: How’s that prediction of a quick break-out going for you, Conse?

CL: It’s going just fine. He’s not gonna win the match on a damn side headlock no matter how long he keeps it locked in.

Maj maintains the waistlock on XK, and does his best to grind his knuckles into XK’s hip. Kitten tries to adjust himself so that Maj’s waistlock has no effect, but Maj has too tight of a grip on. Once again Panthera attempts a lift and manages to get XK off his feet, but the Kitten bicycles his legs and finds the mat once more.

JH: Xtreme Kitten refuses to give up that hold!

CM: Maj’ll power out soon! He’s GOT to! He’s the Panthera!

CL: What the hell does that even mean? Is that like, he’s Pantera with an H?

CM: I… … think so?

Kumar starts pounding the mat on the outside and shouting things at The Whole Reffin’ Show in Hindi, which prompts Tony to shrug because why the fuck is he yelling at him? Tony just shrugs and gets back into his submission-watching position. XK sacrifices a fist to lick his forearm before driving a series of hard shots to the crown of Tahal’s spiky head. Maj takes the opportunity and WRENCHES Kitten UP and OVER!!

CM: BACK BODY DROP!! YEAHHHHH!!!

CL: Think again, jizz-stain.

XK, with all his kitty-like agility, flips out of Tahal’s grasp and lands on his feet. With the challenger unstable from the suplex, XK takes full advantage and steps up beside him, locking in ANOTHER side headlock!

CM: OH FOR THE LOVE OF--

JH: The Xtreme Kitten regains his hold on Maj Tahal!

CL: Y’Know, if I was a big fan of either of these fuckin’ guys this’d be so awesome.

Maj yells out and grabs XK’s near leg with both hands. He pulls it backward and at the same time shoots his leg forward to XK’s far leg, tripping it out from under him! XK falls forward, face-first into the mat but at the same time drags Tahal into a sort of DDT that SPIKES his forehead into the canvas!

CM: YES! Ingenuity! Fantastic! Tahal is free of the move!

CL: Yeah, but both of our championship-loving geniuses are now knocked flat to the mat. That ten count should be coming aaaanytime now…

[align=center]ONE![/align]

CL: Yep. There we are.

[align=center]TWO!

THREE!
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Maj sits straight up, but flops back down to the mat, holding his head.

[align=center]FOUR!![/align]

CL: Nice oversell.

JH: What? How would doing that move merchandise?

[align=center]FIVE!!

SIX!![/align]

XK rolls onto his face as Lucy and Kumar both bang wildly on the mat, willing their charges to rise!

JH: There’s just too damn much on the line for these two to lose it here!

[align=center]SEVEN!!

EIGHT!!!

NINE!!!
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Tahal suddenly KIPS up, full of strength and energy! Tony Clarke stops his count and backs away. Tahal wipes the sweat from his forearm and waits for XK to rise. He does, holding his nose, and Tahal CHARGES forth, NAILING him in the back of the skull with his forearm and bringing him to the mat with a bulldog!

CM: YESSIDY YES YES YES!!

Maj lifts XK off the mat and before the champ has time to react he HOISTS him into a suplex and SWINGS into a side-effect!

CM: BOLTA!

JH: Maj is really stepping up the offense in this match, he’s desperate to win that championship!

CM: I wouldn’t say ‘desperate’. He’s earned it! It’s time!

Maj begins ascending the turnbuckle, step by step, looking out at the fans. He gestures around the arena before shouting in Hindi and LEAPING OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A SIX-THIRTY SENTON!!!

CM: YES!! YES!! BOOOOOMMMBAAAAY NIIIIGHTS!!! COUNT THAT THREEE!! COUNT THE THREE!!!

Maj holds his back from the impact then slides on top of XK for a pin!

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!![/align]


CM: YES!! WINNER!! YESSS!!!

CL: You just REALLY can’t stand paying attention to a match, CAN you?

JUUUUUST before Tony Clarke lays his hand down for the last time, XK snares Maj in a cradle and rolls him to the side, putting his shoulders to the mat!

JH: Try again!

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!



NO!![/align]

Maj rolls the pin around the ring and into his favor! Tony Clarke SLIIIIDES into place and counts yet another pin!

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!




NO!! AGAIN!![/align]

Xtreme Kitten rolls the pin into an almost VERTICAL position! Tony Clarke gets underneath and almost blindly counts!

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



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

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… and STILL champion!

CM: Dammit!

Chip’s curses might be too soon, though, as Tony Clarke waves his hands and shakes his head.

MA: … er… your winner, and the NEW! DUUUUAL CROOOOWN CHAMPION!!!

Maj Tahal THRUSTS his arms into the air and Kumar charges into the ring to join him in a hug-party. But that’s even a bit short-sighted. Tony Clarke waves his arms again and shouts that he needs to review the footage.

CL: Oh come the fuck on. What kind of two-bit, has-been ref…

JH: It was a thick match, it was hard to determine.

The ReVoltrons replay the footage and Tony Clarke shakes his head, hands on his hips. He asks for them to play it again.

JH: You have to admit, it’s close.

CL: Bah.

Tony shakes his head and makes some hand signals.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen… the Main Event for tonight has been called… a DRAW! By double pin-fall!

Maj and Kumar stop hugging and look utterly horrified. Maj quickly shoves Kumar off him and starts yelling at the referee.

CM: Damn right! Give him a piece of your mind!

The crowd’s murmurs suddenly start taking shape into a chant.

[align=center]“FIVE MORE MI-NUTES!” *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* “FIVE MORE MI-NUTES!”[/align]

Maj nods vigorously and Tony Clarke nods his head.

JH: The fans are outright demanding five more minutes to this match, as is Maj Tahal!

CM: All I can say is that coward Xtreme Kitten had better fuckin’ give it to him!

Kitten seems to be considering it and raises his head, as though to nod, when like a flesh-colored BOLT DEEEEECAPITATES XK WITH A LARIAT FROM HELL!!!

CL: YES!! PRIME!! IT’S PRIME!!

JH: His legs are obviously feeling a hell of a lot better now!

Prime BOOTS XK in the ribs until he rolls over, then moves into a mount and PUMMELS HIM IN THE FACE!!

CL: Give it to him, Prime! Show him your fuckin’ fists are fuckin’ mighty pistons of pain!

Prime stands and ROOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRRS at the crowd, waiting, just DYYYYING for XK to get up off the mat! The Kitten uses the ropes to pull himself up, which is enough for Prime who WHEELS him around and Prime LIFFFTS him off his feat and DRIVES HIM INTO THE MAT WITH THE AUTHORITY BOMB!!!

CL: AUTHORITY BOOOOOOMMMBAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Prime slides out of the ring, laughing to himself at the destruction he just caused. Maj, ever the opportunist, looks around and slides into a cover over XK.

JH: Good sweet Christ, Maj! Prime has just RUINED any chance for this match to continue! What are you DOING!?

CM: WINNING!

That appears to be what Tony Clarke is telling a frustrated Maj as he throws a grown-up fit about the decision. He gets off XK and starts yelling in Tony’s face, quickly joined by Kumar who points fingers and generally repeats the last three words of what Maj is saying. XK finally half-rouses with help from Lucy, and he collects his titles and stumbles into her arms.

JH: Well this ended in a disaster.

CM: You can say that again.

CL: I don’t know what you two are talking about, this was awesome.

Prime points at XK and does the “this is my waist” taunt as Kitten sneers from Lucy’s arms.

CL: We're all out of time folks, for Hitchen and Chip, I'm Conse, we'll see you next week! You wouldn't FUCKING DARE miss it!

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