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ReVolt; 05-16-07
Topic Started: May 17 2007, 10:32 PM (296 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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CL: Let’s get this shit rolling.

JH: Fast pace action starts ReVolt off this week with a three way dance.

CM: In other words, three weirdo’s trying to get attention but failing miserably?

-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...

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a three way dance! First hailing from the grave and weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds… PPHHHHHHYYYLLLIIISSSS BBBATTTHHOORRYYYY!!!!

-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 agitation and enthusiasm 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...

JH: The creepy Phyllis is back, can‘t doubt his ability though.

CM: Your powers of sight amaze us Jonathon, as does your stupidity sometimes.

CL: …He’s not creepy, it’s called unique.

JH: Unique vampire’s?

Trumpets and drums blasts as Standing Ovation plays on the PA system. The lights fade into a light blue color as a white spotlight shines on the entranceway. Shaun walks out and the spotlight disappears as he walks to the three stairs. He stops and turns his back facing the entranceway as white pyro rains from the ReVoltrons.

MA: And his opponent, hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds… SHHHHAAAUUUNNN WWWWIIIILLLLSSSOOONNNN!!!!!

He then runs and slides into the ring, running and climbing onto the turnbuckles. He then backward flips off the ropes into the ring as he stretches and gets ready for his match.

CM: I thought this guy quit?

CL: No, he’s just the whipping boy.

JH: No, he actually is trying to get his career on track, so…

CM: I care? Oh crap, of course! I don’t.

The eerie opening tunes of Vamp’s theme song hits on the PA system…

Vamp walks threw the stage curtains with her ghoulish companion, Libussa The Defiled, at her side and looks out apathetically to the people in attendance...

She exhales a visibly ice-cold breath and saunters down the aisle with Libussa in tow as her olive drab overcoat sways from her arrogant gait.

MA: And his opponent, hailing from Central Romania being accompanied by Libussa and weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds… VAAAAAMMMMMMMPPPPPPP!!!!

Vamp slides gracefully into the ring, as her ghoul takes her rightful position at ringside, before skipping up to her feet and pirouettes as she stands up straight.

The enigmatic Romanian saunters over to the ropes, leaning over them with that same apathetical gaze to the audience as she exhales another visibly ice cold breath from her mouth...

Eventually, she decides to walk back over to her corner for the announcements to begin.

CM: Finally some class.

CL: You haven’t left yet, so there’s still a pile of shit.

JH: She has made a impact so far, let’s see what happens in this exciting match.

All three wrestlers stay in the respective corners as J.J. checks all three for hidden weapons, finding nothing J.J calls for the bell, it sounds and the match begins. Instantly Shaun comes out of his corner and goes for Phyllis hitting him with a right haymaker knocking him into the corner, he then begins to strike the holy hell into Phyllis but as he gets comfortable, Vamp comes out of nowhere with a charging Romanian uppercut right to the back of Shaun’s head, sandwiching him into Phyllis, the pair come out, Phyllis lands on the canvas stomach first, Shaun reels right into a forearm to his spine sending him to the corner face first.

JH: Vamp taking command already.

CM: She showing people how you wrestle you see Jon….

CL: You know wrestling? Pffft, your still thinking your watching boxing.

…Shaun turns and comes face to face with Vamp, but simply they stand toe-to-toe for some reason until Vamp, breath’s icy cold breath towards Shaun, making him back off then swing a arm at her, but she ducks with a matrix like evasion and then knees him into his gut before taking him over with a Snapmare hold, sitting him up she then delivers a snap like kick to is spine before dropping and hooking in a rear chin lock, wrenching away at his neck. But before it’s locked in fully, Phyllis comes out of nowhere and grabs Vamp by the neck, dropping down with what seems like a snap neckbreaker variation.

CM: Well that was sneaky… damn weirdo’s…

CL: You realize you comment on weirdo’s yet if you saw a person in bad clothing you’d shriek like Michael Jackson getting syringed, that‘s weird.

JH: And it was strategy, he came out of nowhere and got a good impact move in, that‘s not weird.

Phyllis stands up, looking down on the fallen Vamp, he then runs to the ropes, coming back aiming for Vamp, but out of nowhere Shaun comes up and dropkicks Phyllis to the canvas. Phyllis quickly stands up to be taken over with a arm drag. He then comes up again off the canvas into yet another arm drag, but this time Phyllis slips over and lands on his feet, but as both Shaun and Phyllis turns around to go face to face Vamp connects with a double Romanian Uppercut, making both reel back a bit, she then knees Shaun in the gut and then connects with a simple but effective drop toe hold, before she goes after Phyllis, placing him into the ropes she sends him into the ropes and as he comes back dives and connects with a leaping Romanian uppercut sending Phyllis to the canvas instantly.

JH: Damn, impressive stuff by Vamp this evening.

CM: Well it’s hard not to really own a wanna-be fan hugger and a vampire-wanna-be.

CL: Those uppercuts are contagious, makes me wanna connect one right to Chip’s big nose.

CM: It’s not BIG!

Vamp looks to Libussa who for some reason just nods, nothing more, nothing less as Vamp then proceeds to climb to the top rope looking towards Phyllis who’s laying on the canvas, she then looks about ready to jump when Shaun with all the effort he can muster runs and leaps up, but is caught with a vicious palm strike causing him to fly back off the top and land right on Phyllis weakening his chest for Vamp who leans down before leaping off the top…

JH: Wow… look at the height…

CM: What the freak get killed…

CL: GHHEEEEENNNNAAA SSTTTTOOOMMMPPPAAAHHH!!!!

…Vamp comes crashing down onto Phyllis chest with a vicious looking double foot stomp right to his chest, making him exhale air as he clutches his chest, Vamp then stands up looking to drop for the cover, but as she does so Shaun comes from nowhere with a school boy roll-up, taking Vamp over and then he hooks his feet on the ropes but J.J doesn’t see!

JH: Wait… his feet are on the ropes!

CM: Gotta love the tactics…

CL: If you can’t win for shit, cheat, good tactic.

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

THREE!!!!
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…J.J hit’s the canvas signaling the three as Shaun hit’s the canvas then rolls out of the ring, just avoiding a Libussa onslaught too as she swings at him, he then runs up the entrance ramp as quick as he can as Vamp stares at him with such anger.

MA: Your winner!… SHHHHAAAUUUNNN WWWWIIIILLLLSSSOOONNNN!!!!!

Vamp turns to take her frustration out on Phyllis but he’s vanished from ringside, a camera catches the ring apron adjusting but that’s not even seeable by Libussa or Vamp, who both look pissed, the camera then cuts to the commentary desk.

JH: Shaun cheated…

CL: It’s life, get over it, you did when your mom threw you out.

CM: Yeah, we needed the space.

JH: HEY!

I am the son, and the heir.
Cutting backstage in the John Labbatt Centre - which I failed to plug once this week - in London, Ontario, Canada we find Ash Koopa, our KoopaManiac, dressed ready for combat. With his fists clenched, but relaxed at his side, Ash takes a deep breathe and looks down at his self-promoting KoopaMania t-shirt, then back to the camera with a slightly sadistic smile.

Ash: "Brothers. Sisters.."

And cue an early pause for dramatic effect.

Ash: "In just a few short moments, which happen to be about the same size as a short length of rope, all out war is declared. Four so-called factions collide in the squared circle, using the old adage that my enemy's enemy is my friend. On one side of the ring, you have the team with no name, comprised of myself and El Lumberjacko, the hottest rising lumberjack in the world of lucha libre. And, standing by our side, for one night only, are the World Tag Team Champions, Nightmare and Grant Rice. The Revolution."

Upon uttering those words, Ash lets out a slight chuckle.

Ash: "Together, we stand shoulder-to-shoulder as we do battle against common enemies. We challenge The Tanaka Zaibatsu, consisting of Momoko Wakari, Mister Blond and, of course, Daisuke Tanaka. A deadly trio if ever I did see one. To make matters worse, they've been aligned with a close, personal friend of mine. And when I say friend, I actually mean adversary, but considering how many times mine and Azazel's names appear in the same sentence, you'd think we were best of buddies. Far from the truth, and we're going to prove that tonight. When I hit that ring, with all the fury of two-hundred and nineteen screaming KoopaManiacs, Revolutionaries and whatever El Lumberjacko calls his fans, I'm gunning straight for Azazel and I intend to beat the blue right off of his backside. For weeks now, we've traded words and victories, and I'm pretty sure tonight isn't the last time we meet. Not if I get my way.."

The slightly sadistic smirk returns to Ash's face as he leans in toward the camera.

Ash: "I'm coming at you, Azazel. You and your boy, Belial. You two are in big trouble for all your recent shenanigans. So, I've only got one question for you, brother, especially considering that you're far from being on the same page as your partners.."

Again, Ash pauses for dramatic effect and smirks at the camera.

Ash: "I ask you, Azazel, what you going to do, brother? Whatchu gonna do when Ash Koopa, El Lumberjacko, Grant Rice and Nightmare run wild and kick your arse black, rub off some of your little body paint, and then beat it blue? Azazel, you're a steak and you're about to be well done, brother!"

With that said, Ash rips at the collar of his t-shirt, trying to tear it in half, only to stagger around in a rage and collide with the camera, instantly bringing this disturbed speech to an end.
Thankfully.
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MA: The Following Contest is an Eight Person Elimination Match! Introducing First

"Good Time" by Leroy hits the PA system and the team with no name make their way out from the backstage area. They go to opposite sides of the stage and nod to each other, before running to the middle and doing a jumping highfive. A couple of highfives later and the two are walking down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans behind the barrier. the team with no name spring off in opposite directions around the ring, slapping hands with the fans in the first row, making their way all the way around the ring. Meeting back up at where they started they instruct each other to go the opposite way, doing the exact same thing as before except slapping hands with the fans on the other side. After enough handslapping merriment Jacko slides in under the ring and Ash makes his way in by ducking under the top rope. The masked lumberjack makes his way over to the turnbuckle and mounts it, playing to the crowd for cheers in return, while Ash remains by the ropes taunting the crowd with Hogan like mannerisms. Jacko jumps down, hitting another highfive with his team-mate before they head over to their corner. The two start a competitive game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who will start out first as their entrance music dies down.

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

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


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

MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! ON THEIR WAY TO THE RING, AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 523 POUNDS, GRANT RICE AND NIGHTMARE, THEY ARE...THE! RRRRRRRRRRREVOLUUUUUUTION!

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

A soft and eerie melody haunts the PA and the darkened arena, picking up guitars & drums on the way, eventually rising to a crescendo of smoke in the cage, and a thudding bass line. One man darts through the curtain, as Itoshisa ha Fuhai ni Tsuki builds up, to herald the coming of the insidious corporation, trying to spread its tentacles through FIW. Mr. Blond leads, mostly because he hates being caught in the dry ice smoke, and stands of the lip of the ramp, sneering and combing his hair up.

MA: And his partners; Fighting out of Nagoya, Japan by way of Saitama, Japan and Darkest, Louisiana; Weighing in tonight at a combined Five Hundred and Forty Five Pounds… Momoko Wakari! Mr. Blond! Daisuke Tanaka… The TAAAAANAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAA ZAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIBAATSUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!

[align=left]Odori ga subete no shoujyo wo dakikakae,[/align][align=right]Asa wo matsu.[/align]
[align=left]Shinai naru tomo, te wo furu kimi sae,[/align][align=right]Mou inai kara[/align]


As the measured crooning begins, Momoko steps out through the smoke, scowling, screaming and swinging the sickle on its chain; leading a nonplussed Mr. Blond down the aisle as she does so. Blondie makes no attempt to calm her down, or even wait for the boss… Kyo continues the inexorable rise of the song to the chorus and the explosion of the stage, which accompanies it

[align=center]Arifureta hibi sae ima de ha mou natsukashii
Sora ni hirahira matteru hai no hanabira

Doresu wo kite saa odorou
Taemanaku ataeta ai
Himei wo age naiteiru kara...
Dakara... mou… [/align]


Smoke drifts over the assembled crowd, and still Daisuke The Crow doesn’t appear on the stage, except, he already has. He waits for his charges, perched on top of a neutral corner, with his hood pulled up, soaking in the less than positive reaction of the crowd, and admiring his opponents as he does so. Momoko is the first to join him, glaring a hole through everyone she sees, as Mr. Blond throws his comb into the crowd and ascends the steps to join the rest…

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

In one corner, a giant game of Rock, Paper Scissors. In the other, Daisuke ‘The Crow’ stands his army down, with the exception of Azazel, who quite frankly, doesn’t care. The Team with No Name have, by now, been eliminated from their game, as Grant Rice and Nightmare, eager to get their revenge on the man opposite them, furiously battle each other to draw after draw.

CL: Gah! Get On With It!

JH: Now, now Conse; they want to stick to the rules.

CM: Aww, ickle Revo, too scared to pway by the rules?

JH: It’s not that, they just have a sense of honour. Unlike some I could mention…

Nightmare wins, and immediately goes for The Unnamed Feeling, and Daisuke, talking strategy, doesn’t quite manage to jump out of the way. In fact, jumping out of the way seems to make it worse, as Nightmare’s shoulder makes quite vicious contact with The Crow’s knee. The bad one. In a flash, his arms are around the ropes, prompting Richard Kelly to call for the break, before Nightmare tries to do any more damage.

JH: You know, the look of agony on his face warmed my heart.

CM: I thought you were meant to be the good guy…

JH: I am. I just like seeing the bad guy get his comeuppance.

By way of a break the Pink Purple and Black Attack slams the knee down, and Daisuke winces. It could well be contorting in agony, but his new scarf covers his face, and it can’t be seen. From a seated position, he reorganises his kneepad, and kips up. This time, he reaches his feet just in time to flip over Nightmare as he slides in, aiming once more for that knee.

JH:

CM: I’m sorry, Jonathon, that sounded like the anguished gasp of a man who has just seen his world crash down when a perceived ‘cheating hack’ pulled off quite a feat of agility, then strode off as if he’d done nothing.

As if that front flip was as natural as breathing, Daisuke walks off, and offers the tag Azazel, in front of his ‘associates.’ Eager to out do the puny mortal, The Lord of Stygia slaps at the hand offered and slingshots himself into the ring, managing a full rotation and a half over Daisuke’s head, and rolling to his feet with grace and style. Tanaka himself, rolls his eyes, revealing a grudging 7 for style. In the Revolution with No Name corner, Ash and El Lumberjacko are both crying out for the tag. Ash’s superior reach prevails.

CM: Yes! Go! For Justice, Truth And All The Rest Of That Dick Shrinking Nonsense!

A moment of awkward silence follows as Ash charges his tormentor looking to introduce his forearm to the back of Azazel’s skull, via the front of Azazel’s skull, and as high a speed as a man his age and his weight can manage. That speed, in a straight line, is potentially devastating, but when you’re as fast as the Demon Prince, slightly irrelevant because the target isn’t where he’s supposed to be. He is, in fact, sweeping your legs out and dropping that which, in some circles, is called the Kaleidoscope of Pain. For those keeping score, this is only the second successful attack in the entire match. It is therefore a foregone conclusion how any pin will result, but it doesn’t stop Azazel trying on, mostly for the purposes of breaking up what might turn out to be a huge block of text.

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Get Out!
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Well, he tried, and now Azazel is bored of physical exertion and tags out to the nearest sucker to him. In this particular instance, it is Miss Wakari. That’s Momoko to you and me. Springboard Double Stomping ensues, in a largely unsuccessful manner, until Ash realises that in fact, he is over twice the size of his would-be tormentor and clobbers her out of her boots, and into the corner, where a bizarre windmilling of chops begins. Shrugging his shoulders [he’s just getting warmed up, you see,] he grabs Momoko and executes a nearly perfect hiptoss. The one fly in the ointment is the well aimed toe capped boot in his knee. That toe-capped boot belongs to one Mister Blond, who has sidled up the apron to stick his oar/leg in. Also sticking his oar in, this time in the shape of a Lumberjack shaped fist, is El Lumberjacko.

CM: Now then, Hippy McHypocrite; I suppose you’re going to condone that act of needless violence towards Mr. Blond.

JH: It’s not hypocrisy, it’s well deserved satisfaction at seeing a rulebreaker get the rules broken right back at them.

CL: Yeah, right. I suppose when Azazel comes in later and knocks him off the apron, that’ll just be payback too.

Hitchen tries to argue the point, and fails. Daisuke waves Momoko back for the tag, the Revolution with No Name waves Ash back too, and Ash - who has taken less of a beating to this point - wins the race. Grant Rice runs in and as she tries to stand kicks her leg out from under her leg like he was Owen Hart from back in the day, and drags her back to his cave/corner in a single leg crab. Most people would scream in pain. Momoko merely curses in a language only one other present can actually understand, and he motions for his two partners to join him in the save. Daisuke looks over and sees Momoko going for the ropes on her own, so calls the charge off when he sees Azazel not moving, and decides his time is better spent glaring at Azazel.

CL: Oh, the best laid plans of Mice and…

JH: MIZZZZZZZEEEERRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!

The Ankle Lock is applied as soon as Momoko gets near to the ropes, and the charge is sounded once more; Messrs. Tanaka and Blond cross the ring at once, without Azazel. El Lumberjacko takes out Daisuke’s knee with a low, low dropkick at speed, and Mr. Blond eats a Nightmare-Line. Ash is thus left to stare down Azazel although it’s left as a one-sided stare-down, as Azazel looks lazily off into the distance…

[align=center]Ding![/align]

MA: Momoko Wakari Has Been Eliminated!!!

CM: What are you smirking at, Bitchen? There can’t be a heroic noble comeback now. You know, the kind you fill that tissue to every night.

CL: Calm down Chip. It’s not Bitchen’s fault your girl can’t take a hold.

Slightly irritated by this turn of events, Daisuke aims a half-hearted kick at Grant Rice, who rolls away and joins the party in his corner. Daisuke leaves the next phase of the battle to Mr. Blond, who hasn’t actually done anything as the legal man yet. The only other person who hasn’t taken active part in the match yet is El Lumberjacko, who begs for the tag from Grant, and thanks to his cute, puppy dog eyes, gets it. The Lumberjack Luchador, jumps in circles and fakes for a tie-up, thinks better and goes to ruffle Mr. Blond’s hair. Not a good plan. He gets off lightly though, Mr. Blond catches the hand, and drags it up, twisting the wrist over, into a top levered wristlock.

CL: You want me to get you some coffee, Chip?

CM: Yeah, that’d be nice, actually.

CL: *Slams money down on the table.* Get me one while you’re at the machine then.

Chip decides he’s actually fine, even though there’s slow paced technical wrestling going on, and even worse, the good guy’s getting the best of it, after he rolled backwards with the hold and comes up with a hammerlock on the quiffed one. What happens next is a mystery to the commentators.

CM: The hell? One second he’s shaking his leg, the next he’s in control! What happened in between? How did he do that?

JH: I don’t know b-b-but J-J-Johnny Saint used to pull that move all the time…

CL: Ok, genius, explain this one.

El Lumberjacko has an idea, you see. He takes out his trusty axe [the invisible one,] and starts chopping at Mr. Blond’s knee with it. Mr. Blond has what can charitably described as a quizzical look on his face and looks down. No-one has any idea what’s going on, until a loud cry…

[align=center]TTTTTIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMBEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR!!!!!

One!

Two!!

The Lumberjack Almost Sneaks It!!!
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A side headlock cradle almost eliminates the Peroxide Outlaw, who touches his hair with one hand, and punches Jacko in the face with the other. The next order of business is to tag out, post-haste, so that repairs can commence. Azazel is the somewhat unwilling recipient, but still he gets to work, with a look of disgust on his face. At least he recognises the need to stop the Lumberjack [I’m tired of Word telling me that Lumberjacko isn’t a real word,] before he reaches his corner for the tag. In fact, he manages to reach the Revolution with No Name’s corner before his opponent, hops up on the turnbuckle, manages to kick two out of the three on the apron, before a twisting, tumbling kick to The Lumberjack’s head. For good measure, Grant Rice eats some variety of some Capoeira type kick, before…

CM: Uh… Ad Nominis Patris, is that? No… that’s not it…. Deus Ex Machina? Ex Libris Somethingorother?

CL: Ad Captandum Vulgus, Wingnut!

CM: That sounds about right. Apart from the Wingnut bit.

As the two bicker, Daisuke sprints across the ring with a Kenka Kick to take out Grant. Azazel has a similar idea, but a Rolling Solbat catches Daisuke in the face after his own kick, and he slumps to the floor, rubbing his jaw, one leg draped over the top rope. Azazel deigns to apologise briefly as The Crow returns to his feet; but I’ll leave it to the reader to decide how much he meant it. Daisuke remains unconvinced and stands up and stalks back to his corner as Azazel motions for Richard Kelly to prevent the riff-raff from entering the ring. Discussions follow in the Good Guy corner, and Jacko would be joining in to complain about the encroachment of Mr. Blond, were he not currently wrapped up in a Daisuke Tanaka Shining Triangle!

JH: Oh come on!

CL: You know Bitchen, you’re too predictable. Yes, it’s hideous and evil and malicious, but why are you always so outraged? Why haven’t you got desensitised to it yet?

JH: Some of us still have our humanity, Constance, even if the purveyors of this Shining Quiff Kick do not.

The SQK [Daisuke likes his three letter abbreviations, you see,] doesn’t connect. This may or may not be connected to the low altitude Uzi that gets Tanaka off the Canadian. This pleases Hitchen no end, and for once he sticks up for the offending party as the referee reprimands him, and tries to calm the match

JH: But at least there’s order now.

CL: Yep, order. And it’s constantly locked in the eternal struggle with chaos. So watch the unending struggle of the Balance manifest itself in the form of Richard Kelly vs. These Remaining Seven. In particular, watch out for that hanging submission…

CM: Gah!

CL: Quiet at the back and watch for Chaos to reassert dominance of this part of the multiverse in the form of Mr. Blond’s sliding boot, to break up that Pondus Omnium by wasting El Lumberjacko.

JH: You liked Von Bek then, I take it.

CL: Yes I did. Chaos and Anarchy, old bean. No need to look so down about it..

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three!!!

Ding!
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MA: El Lumberjacko Has Been Eliminated!

JH: By Foul and Objectionable Means!

CL: Oh be quiet. I liked you better when you were talking Michael Moorcock.

Not that the literary debate actually has time to continue, nor does Azazel have time to reflect on or bask in the glory of his elimination, or anything for that matter; The Revolution is – I’m told – Now; and that means that the Demon Prince is soon to be crotched on Nightmare’s thigh, and decapitated by Rice’s boot.

JH: Die Revolution Ist…

CM: Let me finish it! Die Revolution Ist… Erm… A Bunch of Cheating Scum, Just Like Everyone Else In This Match!

All he had to do was say Jezt, but no, he had to take a pop at Revo. Oh well, the match continues, although possibly not for Azazel for too much longer; Daisuke lays his hand on Mr. Blond’s shoulder as he would go to help him, and gently shakes his head. Nightmare and Ash block off the save, but it’s not necessary.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three!!!

Ding!
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MA: Azazel Has Been Eliminated!

JH: Back to a 1 man advantage, not looking so good for the Tanaka Zaibatsu now, is it?

CL: Try not to smile too broadly Jon, you’re meant to call these things right down the middle.

Despite staring down three men bigger than themselves, the Old Firm of the Tanaka Zaibatsu still manage to exude some confidence as the they call their opponents away, to leave just the one, before either one enters the ring. In fact, the Revolution with No Name is also exuding confidence, with possibly slightly more justification. Grant Rice remains behind in the ring to face Mr. Blond, and the two are wary of tying up with each other and probably justifiably so. They go to take each other’s hands, and having seen enough of each other recently, go for the same finger stomping move, the same punch, and the same ducking of the punch aimed at them. Deliberation goes right out of the window in the next step; Blondie backhands the Tag Champion, who slugs him in the face.

CM: Aren’t you gonna tell Grant off for the punch, Jon?

JH: Not when he gets one right back, no.

Before the bane of my Pro-wrestling existence, the strike war, can begin, Mr. Blond pulls his punch and takes Grant’s nose between his fingers and twists. This proves to be surprisingly effective tactic, as Mr. Blond can control the distance between the two men, and stamp on toes and duck punches and so on. In fact, he could probably go right on with this if Nightmare didn’t have his sight back, and didn’t perfect aim a knee lift to his gut. Daisuke has absolutely nothing to say about this, as Ash runs him off the apron.

CM: Good Sweet Christ, the Injustice!

CL: He’s got a point, Hitchen, this is pretty heelish.

JH: But when was the last time Nightmare used a low blow to escape trouble?

A valid question, when the man himself is sitting down feeling pain between his legs. Mr. Blond fights off his next assailant with a punch to the face. His downfall is the way he swings his leg on the follow through, to embellish it. This becomes a problem when Grant Rice dives on it and locks on…

JH: STRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH-

CL: Call be stupid, but shouldn’t Daisuke be saving him? I mean Bitchen’s almost the up to the ‘t’ of ‘Straight’

CM: He’s showing respect for the rules, and honour, and allowing his partner to show off his strength.

JH: [Cut off from his call;] You What?

Instead of physically aiding his partner, Daisuke is motioning him to crawl forward to wards him, and take the ropes himself. Honour, respect and all that don’t mean quite so much Mr. Blond though, but pain in his leg does; and despite all the encouragement, all the jeering and all the crawling, he eventually, despite being inches away… Taps Out!

[align=center]Ding![/align]

MA:
Mr. Blond Has Been Eliminated!

CM: And look, Bitchen, This is where that crap got him.

CL: It is a little weird that he’s the one making the last stand at the Alamo.

JH: Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy…

CM: I think it’s good. It shouldn’t just be bleeding heart goody two shoes who get to have all the fun trying to defy all the odds.

CL: If it was you, Chip, you’d be pissing your pants; not standing there, in a skirt, grinning like a blood-thirsty loon.

JH: Don’t tell me you’re rooting for him as well?!?!?!

Blood-thirsty loon is a bit of an exaggeration, but Daisuke, despite being the smallest person left in the match by a long way, looks remarkably upbeat as his partner rolls away, towards Momoko at ringside. A round of Eeny, Meeney, Miney Mo comes up with Ash as Daisuke’s preferred opponent, and he waves Grant away. The tag is made, but not before Nightmare [evidently wanting to get his shots in while there’s still some of Daisuke left,] charges over, and chases the one who had him blinded around the ring, out to ringside, around Belial, who looks as unimpressed as the rest of the heel corner as Daisuke dives over the corner of the ring so that…

JH: That’s taking advantage of a weak point, where’s your honour now, Chip?

CM: Same place as Nightmare’s is after what he did earlier?

CL: Be quiet, Hitchen, I’m getting tired of Chip being right.

To explain; Momoko and Mr. Blond are wrapping Nightmare’s knee around the ring post in a spot that appears in just about every match I write when there’s a manager at ringside to do it. This particular time is a little different, as Mr. The Crow steps on Nightmare’s head, telling his partner to tag Ash in, so the beating can stop. Grant obliges, and then rushes to save his partner, as Momoko and Blondie step away, and Daisuke springboards over and rolls towards Ash, who has nothing to say, except “Eat My Knee!” Well, eat isn’t the best way of putting it, as the knee hits the ribs, but you get the general idea, I hope.

JH: Time for an Aeroplane Spin!

CM: Goodie.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

NOOOO!!!
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Ash lost his balance before Daisuke and oh so nearly paid with a Crucifix Hold/Daisuke Clutch. Another knee and a Gutwrench Suplex later, and Ash is back in control. But not for long; the desire to play for the crowd is too great, and a bit of Koopin’ up commences. A flex and a pose, and we’re nearly ready for the Ash Bomber! Daisuke does his absolute best to have this bounce off his chest, but fails, and is dropped onto his backside.

JH: Now’s not the time for posing! Finish It!

Hitchen gets antsy as Ash plays a little more for the crowd, which is getting into it enough to drown out Daisuke’s cawing.

CM: He is fighting through the pain and coming back! The sheer will power and fighting spirit! It's breath taking!

CL: Eh, Kobashi does it better.

JH: When was the last time Kenta Kobashi laughed down to his opponent?

Slowly, Ash notices the ‘laughter’ and drags Daisuke up for the ’88 Comeback Special, but a flash distracts him in the corner of his eye. Azazel has returned the public eye, and nonchalantly tosses a fireball up. It fails to attract the attention of the referee, because he’s currently checking Grant Rice at the behest of Mr. Blond. Nightmare realises what’s going just in time.

JH: Come to think of it, when was the last time Kenta Kobashi hurled a soulless shell of a man at someone who tried to break up his partner’s move?

CM: Duh! That’s no Kobashi, that’s Belial! Huge difference. But Conse?

CL: It’s called the Ex Nihilo.

CM: Thanks. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXXX-Ow!

Strangely enough, it was Jon Hitchen who punches Chip for once, for stealing his trademark. Chip’s point stands, and Daisuke 1,000,000 times better than a simple cover has Ash in La Magistral before he can even blink!!!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three!!!

Ding!
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MA: Ash Koopa Has Been Eliminated!

CM: So Conse, you reckon the Little Bird That Could will actually pull through?
JH: Need I remind you that the man hasn’t managed a single elimination unaided yet?

CL: So? Look who his next opponent is.

Charging in hasn’t worked to this point for Nighty, so a different tack is required. Striding towards his opponent, he carefully measures up his next move and Mashes Daisuke to the floor with The End of Days! Easy enough, he thinks, and covers.

[align=center] One!

Two!!

Kick Out!!!
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Throwing his opponent like a Rag Doll up for a torture rack, Nightmare perversely gives his opponent just enough time to save the situation while in the air. Daisuke comes down to the floor in a Jujigatame attempt!

CL: That was slick.

JH: He must has cheated!

CM: Nope, not yet… Ah, there we go. Foreign Objects.

Very foreign; needles all the way from the remaining Ninja of the old Iga province, being used to trap nerves in Nightmare’s arm so he can’t block it, and hyper extending the arm he has wrapped up! Nightmare’s not out of it yet though! He’s almost to his feet!

CL: Fully Fucking Sick! He’s actually torturing him! Digging needles under his fingernails!

CM: Gotta admit, Bitchen that’s pretty inventive.

JH: INVENTIVE?!?!?! HE’S BREAKING THE BLOODY GENEVA CONVENTION! ARREST HI-

CL: Uh, sorry folks, Jon Hitchen’s currently experiencing technical difficulties.

[align=center]Ding![/align]

MA: Nightmare Has Been Eliminated!

CM: We good to plug him back in yet?

JH: – EVIL, MALI-

CL: Nope.

Outraged, but restrained by the ref, who was still cautious about him after Mr. Blond & Momoko alerted him to his wrong-doings earlier; Grant Rice enters, ready to exact terrible vengeance on the torturer of Nightmare. Grinning like nothing’s wrong in the whole wide world, Daisuke cartwheels away, and just generally makes sure he’s where Grant Rice isn’t. eventually, he comes back in with a Koppou Kick, which staggers Rice, but the fire burning in his heart helps him brush it off and grab Daisuke’s Ankle

JH:

CM: Oh, that’s right, we turned his mic off.

JH: –IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZZZZ-

CL: Nope, still nothing to say. Still, That Daisuke guy’s at least learnt from his own and his lackey’s mistakes about the Straight Mizery.

CM: Yep, and he kicks peoples faces like no other in FIW.

JH: Who cares?!?!? He’s a despicable, deplorable de-

CL: SHUT UP BEFORE I TURN YOU OFF AGAIN!!!

Daisuke escapes the Ankle Hold, but not a good, vaguely UZI like kick, and a good old fashioned head stamping. His ‘associates’ have ideas of helping him, until Belial drops his massive hands on their shoulders, leaving Dai-chan to suck it up alone. That Acupuncture idea wasn’t a bad one though, and two more well placed needles freeze up Rice’s leg. A sweep knocks the needles out, but also puts Rice down so he can clear his head…

JH: Hang on, is he choking? He’s choking!

CL: What a way to go, out like a sucker; choking on his own poison.

JH: Fitting’s what I ca- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

CM: Playing Possum’s what I call it. Face Full of Mist and a Daisuke Clutch!!!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three!!!
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MA: Grant Rice Has Been Eliminated! Therefore, Your Winners; Daisuke Tanaka, Momoko Wakari, Mr. Blond and Azazel!!!

The Narrative Laws of Professional Wrestling state that a victorious heel who has outwitted his opponents must tap his forehead in a knowing manner. Three taps is all Daisuke gets until Nightmare drills him in the face with a Big Boot! From there, the Revolution are met by his henchmen, tapping them on the shoulder, and Misting Them Some More! Guess what colour mist Momoko spits.

CM: Keep calm, Bitchen, I’ll call an ambulance for you.

Quarters go everywhere as Nightmare eats a $10 Knuckle Arrow; Grant Rice’s dinner of choice is a stop sign; and Daisuke finally remembers who he is. Is that an army of heels standing victorious? Don’t count your chickens, Lumberjacks or Schizophrenic Hulk Hogan Impersonators until they’ve hatched, or at least landed their planchas into the ring, onto the three. A four on three brawl begins properly, once Richard Kelly has present the Revolution with their Tag Belts, and in a “Well at we’ve still got these” moment, they introduce Mr. Blond and Daisuke to them “up close and personal” as the saying goes.

JH: This isn’t right…

CM: You think?!?!?

CL: No need for sarcasm. Anyway, it doesn’t matter; Belial’s here to calm things down.

If by “calm things down” you mean lurch menacingly over towards the Team With No Name, and backhand Ash across the ring, then Constance is quite right. El Lumberjacko ponders his options for a moment, and goes to check on his partner, and go get him some dental attention. Meanwhile, the Lightning High Kick finally sees action again, Grant Rice losing his grip on reality and his belt. On the other side Mr. Blond is running out of quarters for his $10 Knuckle Arrows on Nightmare, but a Top Rope Stop Sign Shot staggers him enough for his belt to be snatched.

CM: You know, those belts look good on them.

On one knee, Tanaka slings Grant Rice’s tag belt over his shoulder, about to admire himself with it, but yet another hand on the shoulder stops him. This one is blue. Azazel and Daisuke look at each other both with the same parody of a smile, the look of men who have been told how to smile, but have had completely missed any that resembles joy in their entire lives. Similarly, the words that pass between them may take the form of compliments, but lack any kind of feeling whatsoever.

JH: I’m glad they have at least had the decency to hand back the belts, even if it was more of a toss in the rightful owners general direction.

CL: Mr. Blond doesn’t look too pleased about it though.

JH: It’s a hard life.

CM: Is that it? Can I go to sleep now?
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CL: Ah time for some Graver action.

JH: Him and Zesboca’s feud has escalated in recent weeks, into a full blown war.

CM: And the old man of FIW, Liam Mortell’s been dragged in there.

JH: He still has something in him to win some gold in FIW Chip.

CM: Pace maker’s win title’s? The secret’s out!

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.

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a falls count anywhere match, first hailing from Cheltenham, England and weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds… LIIIAMMMM MOOORTTTEEELLLLL!!!!

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.

JH: Liam looking very focused already tonight, he’s been on quite the streak lately.

CM: He‘s been carried by El Lumpercrap and Ash Crappo.

JH: Wow, you came up with that on your own or did you steal that off a two year old?

CM: *ignoring Conse* Here comes another wrestler, look…

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 draped 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.

MA: And his opponent… hailing from Cairo, Egypt and weighing in at one hundred and fifty four pounds… ZESSSSBBOOOCAAAAAA DDDDEEEEVVVAAAANNNIIII!!!!

[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 rhythm 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 in-between the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles.

CM: The pretty girl of FIW.

CL: Graver doesn‘t mind, he gets a little touchie, touchie while kicking her ass..

CM: You guys see nothing but tits and ass every time you see her, it’s sexist.

CM: I’ll cry myself to sleep I’m sure… damn when she stretches…

[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.

[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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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!!!

…But as the lights come on, Graver’s nowhere to be seen, the camera searches all over the arena and Graver’s nowhere to be seen at all, as Fuzz looks up there for him from the ring, Zesboca and Liam both look around expecting a sneak attack, but nothing at all, no Graver, Fuzz turns to the pair and then walks over towards the bell signaling it to ring, making it a single’s match by the looks of things, the bell sounds.

JH: Where’s Graver?

CM: I don‘t know, I don‘t care and I don…

CL: Ever shut your mouth, I bet that bitch in the ring sneak attacked him, she tire dof being owned by him.

JH: She wouldn’t Conse.

Zesboca and Liam begin to circle the ring slowly, still both wondering where Graver is but they go into a elbow and collar tie-up, before Liam turns it into a float over hammerlock, into a deep headlock, wrenching away before Zesboca with some quite impressive maneuvering, pushes forward the rolls backwards quickly evading and coming out of the headlock. Liam applauds as the fans do too, but he then begins clapping his hands getting the fans into the match as the pair go for another collar and elbow tie-up, but this time it turns into a Greco roman knuckle lock fight, Zesboca knowing Liam will easily over power her she delivers with her right hand still locked in the lock snaps a kick into Liam’s chest, makes him reel before she runs to the turnbuckle, running up and coming off with a Springboard kick to the chest weaseling Liam’s hand as he reels back into the center of the ring from the kick.

JH: Beautifully executed kick there by Zesboca.

CL: Showing off her flying ability won’t get her a win, it’ll make her kill herself.

CM: A problem? I don’t see it.

Zesboca gets up and moves over towards Liam who’s standing up slowly, rubbing his chest from the kick, Zesboca begins driving some forearms into his face before running to the ropes and coming back, but all it gets her is a back body toss straight out of the ring, but nope she land son the ring apron, Liam turns to get a forearm again making him reel into the center of the ring, she then leaps up and springboards in but as she does Liam’s ready and catches her in a one arm slam position before lifting and DRIVING her down with a beautifully executed one arm slam backbreaker right over his knee.

CM: Evade that, Ha!

CL: No more cartwheels for her.

JH: She’s taken worse, I’m sure, but it was nicely done, reversal wise.

Liam doesn’t waste time though picking up the fallen Zesboca and brings her to his feet before running and throwing her out of the ring. Liam then stands by the ropes awaiting her to stand up as he seems set to pull off some kind of stupid diving move that could kill him, ah well eh? Well no really because as she stands Liam leaps up and comes over with a plancha that takes himself and Zesboca down but he simply stands with a bit of a stumble and fires up the crowd as Zesboca’s on the ring mats, but not for long as Liam picks her up once again and places her by the ring.

JH: Liam in control now, pulling off some old school moves.

CM: Surprised he ain’t died by lack of air yet.

Liam then steps back before moving in for a shot at her with a elbow, but Zesboca rolls forward, using her momentum she kips up and then pulls off a kind of headscissor takedown on Liam, sending him into the ringside barricade, a thud is heard as Liam connects with it. Zesboca now stands, resting against the ring as Liam picks himself up, the knock making him a little wobbly, but Zesboca moves towards him, laying in some stiff forearm shots to the head before attempting a Irish whip to the barricade, but as she uses her power, Liam switches the momentum into his own weapon and brings her back towards him and takes her over with a Uchi Makikomi judo throw, before keeping the arm set in the takedown position, Zesboca looking in some deep discomfort.

JH: A Judo style takedown there.

CL: Uchi Makikomi, it’s called Jonathon.

CM: Holy crap! Nope I thought I cared, it’s a fancy old fart throw, simple.

Liam keeps it in tact as he stands himself and Zesboca up and then he rams Zesboca’s arm into the ring barricade, she reels forward clutching her arm and as she turns Liam runs at her but she uses her skills with quick effect taking him down and over connecting with a drop toe hold, making Liam drop face first right into the ring apron, as he connects Zesboca quickly makes a cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

NO SHOULDER UP!!!!
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JH: Quick cover but only a two there.

CL: After a drop toe hold? She is a idiot.

CM: You only just figured that?

Zesboca doesn’t look best pleased as she looks down at Liam whop has just kicked out and she stands up, shaking off the pain in her hand and then boots down on Liam. She then begins to rummage under the ring, looking for something and coming back out looking disappointed, until she walks over towards the ring announcer table and picks up a chair, turning and walking towards Liam she then places it down on the floor in a unfolded position. Zesboca picks up Liam and places him on the chair, sitting him, before walking backwards then running at him full speed…

JH: Zesboca…

CL: Just got!

…But she runs right into a rotating, stiff as hell spinebuster from Liam right into the chair, making the crowd roar into a “Ohhh” sound as Liam and Zesboca are both down and quite frankly out, Fuzz checks on them both.

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

NO SHOULDER UP!!!!
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CL: PLANTED!

JH: Damn, what a spinebuster.

CM: Ha, love it.

Liam sits up taking a breather, he looks exhausted but he’s fine as he stands up and he moves towards Zesboca, she stirs upon the crumbled chair she got brought down on. He lifts Zesboca to her feet before taking her in a headlock and moving her around the ring, but she breaks free or at least tries to with a few elbows to the gut, but Liam practically ignores them as he moves to the ring steps, placing Zesboca against them with a throw, she leans against them as Liam rummages under the ring, coming out with a Kendo Stick, which he seems comfortable with…

CL: Go on spank her.

JH: Why are you always so sexual?

CM: Wouldn’t you be if you looked and dressed like him?

CL: You won’t be breathing if you don’t zip your lips.

…Liam then as Zesboca moves away from the steps swings like a mad man, but she ducks under the attempt and as Liam turns back, Zesboca kicks him in the gut making Liam double over. Zesboca then runs past him, leaps up and springboards off the ring steps, hitting a moonsault towards Liam, but he catches Zesboca, but incredibly after the array of reversal’s she shifts her weight and brings him down with a reverse DDT, driving his head into the mats on the outside.

JH: Lovely reversal.

CL: Can’t she just kind of you know, drop him down without acting like spider-man.

Zesboca stands up as she looks down towards the fallen Liam, Zesboca then moves up the entrance way, seeing some objects she can use she picks up a metal pipe from within the side of the entrance steps, then turning back towards Liam but she doesn’t see Liam is back to his feet and coming up quickly, but not for long as she nails him in the knee, making him double over, then she drops it down upon the back of his head making him drop to all fours. Zesboca then backs up, comes running and looks for a scissors kick, but Liam even though in pain catches her by the foot and lifts and with all the momentum he can muster, DRIVES! Her into the entrance steps with a one shoulder Powerbomb, Zesboca falls to the entrance way as Liam drops to his bac on the entrance area by the entrance curtains.

JH: Oh my god!

CM: Well that’s fucked her up good.

CL: Damn straight, sick shit right there.

Liam climbs to his feet and disappears behind the curtains, as Zesboca lays on the entrance way trying to get up to her feet her back in agony but Liam doesn’t emerge back, looking for something obviously as Zesboca carries on searching for some momentum to get to hr feet, when all of a sudden Liam comes stumbling out of the entrance curtains with a bleeding forehead, he looks like he’s been hit as Zesboca watches him tumble down and fall down the stairs right before her.

JH: What the hell?!

CM: The idiot probably walked into something…

CL: Or… no he wouldn’t be that nasty…

…Zesboca moves back wanting to make sure she gets a big pop, she runs, front handsprings and then delivers a phoenix splash right onto Liam, before covering him…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

THREE!!!!
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CL: Ok, she’s a pretty girl but I loved that.

JH: She needed a win, but…

CM: Yes boohoo, someone fucked over Liam.

…Zesboca looks up towards the entrance curtain with some doubt as Fuzz raises her hand in the air, then checking on Liam…

MA: YOUR WINNER!!!!… ZESSSSBBOOOCAAAAAA DDDDEEEEVVVAAAANNNIIII!!!!

…Zesboca begins to make her way backstage cautiously as Fuzz checks on the bloddied Liam Mortell, still baffled himself at what happened to him.

JH: Still think this was weird.

CM: Get over it.

It is then that a fist comes out from behind the curtain and dazes Devani, sending her staggering backwards. A cold and menacing looking Straight Edge Fuckamaniac steps out from behind the curtain, staring her down. Nonchalantly he undoes the Flycore Championship from his waist and holds it in his hand, dashing forward. Before Zesboca knows what hit her, the silver plated leather strap knocks her silly and sends her into the announcers’ booth’s cage.

JH: They’re coming this way!

CM: Eep! Every man and Hitchen for themselves!

In an almost robotic and heartless manner Graver walks towards his challenger and gets kicked in the midsection by her. She grits her teeth, fighting through the pain to grab him and monkey flip him through the cage’s door! Nothing, not a single expression of pain comes from the Reject and he casually tries to start getting up only to get a dropkick to the back from Zesboca. The Egyptian Vixen is in utter puzzlement at the fact that Graver isn’t even wincing in the slightest, he’s just…lying there, like he’s lifeless.

CL: Pussies! You get a front row seat and all of a sudden you both turn fucking yellow!

Slowly yet in the same cold fashion he starts trying to get back up, she simply stomps him on the head and picks him up, tossing him up onto the announcers’ table. Constance curses at her for harming Graver, but she ignores the announcer as she scales up the cage. The fans start going nuts when she reaches the top of it and pushes her body up on top of it, standing at least twenty feet above the stage. Zesboca runs a thumb across her throat and then leaps off, performing a swanton splash through the table, making Graver break her fall!

CL: Holy shit! This bitch is fucking loco! We gotta take a commercial break, but make sure to stay tuned, you wouldn’t want to fucking miss a second of this!
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The lights go down as thunder rolls in the distance and smoke fills up the cage. The thunder rolls again and the music picks up; the synthesised riff that signals the start of Rusty Nail and the coming of the Judo Sensei. The guitars arrive and the stage is split with lights and lasers and such like and a familiar voice fills the air, with uncharacteristically melodic singing.

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

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

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

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


Over the PA, Daisuke holds the note out as long as is humanly possible, and then a little longer as Kiyoshi carries on his lonely way to the ring and ascends the steps to the apron. As he reaches a neutral corner from the outside, he faces the crowd, and takes the flag out from his waist band, screws it up and hurls it onto the crowd, for one lucky fan in the front row. With something that vaguely resembles a smile from a certain angle, Mr. FSC strides along the apron, vaulting up on top of his corner, where he pulls his hood right over his face and waits...

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: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Komachi City, Japan… KIIIIYOOOSHIIII NAAAAKAAAAHAAAAATAAAAAA!!!

Applause for Kiyoshi? I am not sure. I tell ya what; the fans react in whatever way Dai thinks is appropriate.

MA: And his opponent, from San Diego, California… PRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!

Boos for Prime, who ignores them and focuses on Nakahata.

[align=center]Dingdingding![/align]

JH: Well this should be a fantastic match between two fantastic athletes.

CL: I like how Hitchen likes to pretend for as long as possible that this whole thing’ll be fair and down-the-middle.

CM: I’m not sure that’s healthy for the poor guy. Delusional and all that.

JH: *sighs*

Prime and Kiyoshi circle each other, eyes wary, waiting for the correct opportunity to strike.

JH: Both of these men are out to prove they’re much more than stereotypes would have you believe. Neither man can afford a mistake. Their reputations, just as much as their title chances in this federation… are on the line.

Prime hops forward on one foot, but both we and Kiyoshi are well aware its a feint and nothing comes of it. He stands straight and continues to strafe in a circle with Kiyoshi. Nakahata finally gets tired of walking and slowly starts to approach Prime with his arms in the traditional “test of strength” pose.

CL: Oh, awesome. I didn’t realize Nakahata was that stupid.

CM: Do you pay absolutely ZERO attention or something, Conse? Nakahata’s taken out guys just as heavy as Prime, just as tall.

CL: You moron. I’m a friggin’ Nakahata fan. Of course I paid attention. But just because Nakahata can LIFT Prime doesn’t mean the guy doesn’t freaking out-muscle him by a truckload. Look at the size difference, ignore the numbers.

Prime smirks and takes Nakahata up on the offer, but Nakahata quickly throws a knee into Prime’s abdomen and takes his left hand, rolling around behind the big man and torquing in a hammerlock.

CM: You were saying?

CL: I was saying fuck you.

This hammerlock quickly bridges into a sleeper hold, but not for long as Prime reaches around and gets a decent hold on Kiyoshi, ripping him out from behind with a SPINE-SHATTERING snap mare!

CM: ARRRGH!

CL: Wait, it works when the narration does it?

JH: I guess so.

CL: I need to start shattering spines.

CM: I HATE YOU!

Prime stalks Nakahata, waiting for him to rise just enough to CHARGE forward and RAM Kiyoshi in the upper body with a short-range shoulder block that knocks the smaller man right back down!

CL: BAM! Physical dominance. Right there.

Undaunted, Kiyoshi rolls away and to his feet, then charges Prime. Prime readies to intercept whatever Kiyoshi throws at him but wasn’t prepared for Nakahata to run behind and snare him in a jujigatame takedown!

CL: YYYUUUUGGIIIIIGAAATAAARRRMEEEEE!!! SHADES OF SAKU!!! SHADES OF SAAAAKUUUUUU!!!

CM: Oh my fucking god someone get this guy a Debbie.

On the mat, Nakahata has some trouble locking the jujigatame in correctly around Prime’s gargantuan muscles.

JH: Seems like Prime was right, Kiyoshi can’t keep the jujigatame locked in!

Frustrated with the ringing truth in the larger man’s words, Nakahata rolls backward and rises to his feet. He takes a few dashing steps toward Prime and nails a knee drop to the hip that makes the Evolution of Evil cry out. He escapes to his feet and locks horns with Kiyoshi. Prime manages to overpower before Kiyoshi can Judo his way out of it and swings him toward the ropes. Kiyoshi rebounds and Prime JACKS him in the face with a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge big boot!

CL: SHOTGUN!

CM: CLICK! CLICK! BOOM!

Prime rides Kiyoshi to the mat with his boot, giving an extra stomp to the face for good measure. Prime seems to be thinking of what move to make next and suddenly turns and dashes--STRAIGHT INTO THE REFEREE!!!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!

CL: Well THAT was convenient!

Prime looks almost horrified at his accident, but a sly smirk soon creeps across his countenance. He slides out of the ring and yells for the timekeeper to get the fuck up, quickly procuring his steel chair.

JH: WHY!? Why can’t we just have a technical wrestling match? FOR ONCE!?

Prime slides back inside just as Kiyoshi is rising with the aid of the ropes. The jakked-up superstar SWINGS overhanded for Kiyoshi’s skull and NO! Kiyoshi dodges out of the way and the chair REBOUNDS OFF THE TOP ROPE AND CRACKS PRIME IN THE FACE!!!

CM: OUCH!

Prime stumbles, but shakes it out, blinking hard and moving his nose in a painful manner. He turns to find Kiyoshi in a martial arts stance (um, probably Judo) and SWINGS the chair again---NO! Kiyoshi FIRES a foot into the steel and it BLASTS PRIME SQUARE IN THE NOSE!!

JH: NAKAHATINATOR!!!

CL: Nobody thinks you’re funny.

Blood blossoms and the big man curses as he falls like a sack of steel girders to the mat. Kiyoshi slides the dented chair out of the ring and crawls on top of Prime, locking in the Dojime sleeper. Michaela comes to and crawls over to Prime, rubbing her head and blushing a bit for having been knocked down by something so foolish.

CL: Oh, fuck! It can’t end like THIS!

She checks on Prime but hears nothing in response. She raises his arm… once.

Twice.

Three times, and Prime lets it fall each time. Michaela quickly calls for the bell.

MA: Your winner, by technical knockout… KIIIIIYOSHIIIIII NAAAAKAAAAHAAAAAATAAAAA!!!

CL: Well, at least one of the guys I liked one.

JH: You liked both of the guys.

CL: Yes. Yes I do.
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JH: The next match is a very intriguing bout, and sure to be a very violent bout.

CL: Another defense by that farce of a champion.

CM: Since when was he a force?

JH: Farce Chip, farce.

CL: Yeah numbnuts for brains, it means some thing different.

CM: Oh, thought the freak had assembled a elite group of people to serve under him.

JH: …Some times I wonder just what goes on inside your head, Chip.

CL: Pffft, like the sheep fucker could get any one that would do that.

CM: Yeah, you’re right, he’s far too weird for that to ever happen.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the scheduled semi-main event for this edition of Wednesday Night ReVolt! It is set for one fall to a finish and has been granted by our General Manager a thirty minute time limit! Your official for this bout is Mark Jackson and it is for…the Full Intensity Wrestling Undisputed International Championship!


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.


CL: He may not be my favorite, but I’m certainly rooting for Crackerjack’s gigantic ass over that sheep fucker’s.

CM: Yeah! With his sheer size and strength, he’ll over power the wimp! The freak has never faced any one this big before!

JH: Actually, I think Xanthius and Jim O’Brien would disagree, both former victims of Onikage.


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: There is a even creepier vibe in the arena around this guy after what he did last week to Graver.

JH: I’ve never seen any thing quite like it out of him or any one on the FIW roster. There is no telling what this man will do.

CL: Convenient or some thing more that we haven’t heard from the fucking moron since then too?


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first the challenger, he hails from the Alleys of New York City, and weighs in tonight at three hundred and nineteen pounds and stands at six feet and eight inches…HE! IS! CRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACKERRRRRRJAAAAAAAAAACK~!!!


JH: Please Conse, don’t try and frighten the viewers at home.

CL: Why not? It’s fun torturing marks.

CM: I tried that once with Mark Jackson, he just wiggled his mustache at me in a annoyed fashion.


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


CL: Why does the sheep fucker look to be in such a good mood?

CM: Maybe he killed a bag full of kittens on his way here?

JH: I highly doubt he’d do such a thing.


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


With the opening bell the Straight Edge Artist comes from the depths of his corner after taking off his jacket and belt, and starts circling the ring. Counter opposite to that is the masked man from the back alleys, who simply decides to stand where he is like a statue for right now. Being a bit cautious of such an act, the champion eases his way into circling closer to the man that he gives up well over fifty pounds to. The restless fans in attendance erupt into cheers when the silence is broken by a swift low side kick to the side of Crackerjack’s ankle!

CM: What’s with Crackerjack just taking that kick?

JH: I don’t know, what he is doing is very…odd.

CL: Why waste energy going to your road kill when the road kill can come to you?

A smack rings out when flesh meets flesh, despite that, the challenger remains standing tall and does nothing at all to fight back. Seeing how little effect the first had, the Savior of Sorrow starts unloading at rapid fire pace low and mid low kicks to the other masked man’s ankles and thighs. More and more with each blow Jack’s body starts to shake and lose the mighty foundation it appeared to have, eventually losing his footing. To cap off the series of martial arts kicks, the masked oddity nails a spinning back kick to the larger man’s midsection.

JH: At first there was no effect whatsoever, however, slowly but surely the champ appears to be cutting down the challenger.

CL: Bah, those kicks are crap!

CM: Fight back Crackerjack, fight back!

Such a kick to his midsection sends the unstable monster backwards and he bends over to try and catch his breath as his foe runs towards the ropes. Like a flash of lightning the Straight Edge Artist springs out of the ropes and heads back towards his challenger’s bent over side. In mid-run he grabs Jack’s head and looks for a swinging neckbreaker, but never gets it due to the other masked man grabbing him and standing up straight. Crackerjack snatches the Savior of Sorrow’s nearest leg and puts a arm around his neck, so when he stands up he is able to easily pick up and lock the torture rack on Onikage!

CL: Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about!

CM: From worst to moderately bad, submissions, yuck!

JH: Not often we see Crackerjack going for a submission beyond the Bone Cracker!

Tightly he pulls back on the limbs of the champion he is holding, cranking his neck and his lower torso in a very uncomfortable and awkward position. Feeling perhaps this isn’t enough, the challenger starts jumping slightly to further enhance the agony that the masked oddity is going through. Jackson keeps asking the Savior of Sorrow if he wishes to submit, and amongst the groans of pain he informs the official he doesn’t want to yet. Impressively the masked oddity slips out of the torture rack submission hold while Jack is in the midst of a jump; he lands on his feet behind the big guy.

CM: Gah! Look out behind you!

JH: Far too early for either man to be trying to go for a submission victory in this contest.

CL: You shouldn’t say that, we’ve seen crazier shit happen in that ring.

Quickly Onikage places a hand on his foe’s shoulder and whips him around, hitting two spinning back hand fists to the masked cranium of the bigger man. Just as he is about to go for a forearm strike Crackerjack barrels forward with a succession of left jabs and right hooks. The assault simply overwhelms the smaller man and sends him staggering and his skull and upper body just continued to be hammered by these punches. Valiantly the masked oddity sees an opening and tries for that forearm strike, only to get nearly beheaded by a lariat from Jack!

JH: Dear lord! Crackerjack is showing why he is one of the most dominant men on the roster today!

CL: Yes! I fucking love it!

CM: You said it goth boy!

Usually such a fierce lariat would’ve sent the champ down to the mat, though they are so close to the corner that it instead launches him into it. In mid-fall he catches himself when he grabs the top rope and pulls his body up, keeping it at a vertical base the best that he can at the moment. This, in reality might not be the best thing for it because Jack storms towards the turnbuckle and bluntly rams his own body into Onikage’s, damn near engulfing it. The running body splash leaves the Straight Edge Artist dazed when the big guy comes out of the turnbuckle; ruthlessly he drives a knee into the champ’s midsection.

CL: Crackerjack is just owning Onikage!

CM: I thought slavery no longer exited? Is it different up here in Canada?

JH: Oi…

A mild applause comes from the fans when they see that even after all of that, the Savior of Sorrow is still on his feet in the corner. Opposite to that is Crackerjack, who seems more annoyed with this little fact and charges right back into the corner again with harmful intent in mind. Viciously he lowers his head and leaps a few inches off of the ground, delivering a head butt with his massive skull right to the midsection of Onikage! FIW’s masked oddity looks like he is almost coughing up a lung as he slumps down in the corner, with his larger opponent getting back up to his feet.

CM: I can feel it, can you guys?

JH: Feel what?

CL: The winds of change, a new champion is gonna be crowned tonight!

After the simple task of planting his boot against the side of the masked face of the Savior of Sorrow, the challenger proceeds to do the face wash. His boot scrapes and drags across the thin piece of leather that covers the face of the champion, making an awkward noise. Once he reaches about the twentieth time or so he bounds away from his victim, heading to the corner that is to the right of them and bouncing off of the ropes there. Upon his return the fans sit on the edge of their seats, thinking they know what is coming, except Jack swerves them all when he hops up and hits a basement dropkick to the skull of Onikage!

JH: Whoa! Crackerjack forgoes the more common running boot scrape and went for a low dropkick instead!

CL: Crackerjack has to be one of the whitest men alive, did he even get six inches off of the ground for that shit?

CM: Um…well, he is a little over three hundred pounds Conse…

Roughly the challenger grabs a handful of the masked oddity’s multi-colored long hair and pulls him back up to a vertical base. When he gets to his feet the man from the back alleys of the big apple plants his other hand on his midsection, lifting him up over his head with ease. A few fans gasp at this display of strength and a few more cringe in horror when Crackerjack gets a running start, and then launches his opponent into the corner on the opposite side of the ring! FIW’s Savior of Sorrow lands cranium first on the top buckle, he springs off of it and stumbles out of the corner only to get a yakuza kick to the masked face!

CL: This is what I like to see, Crackerjack in complete and utter control.

CM: Yeah, he’s destroying that freak.

JH: While this young man has been impressive, I wouldn’t count out the champion yet.

In a casual manner Jack drops down to one knee over the Straight Edge Artist and starts pounding away on him again with punches. Bare fists meet leather and with each shot little by little bare fists start to win the battle, and Mark Jackson is left just standing there with no way of stopping it. Not being able to do much else at this point, the masked oddity attempts to put his arms up to block at least some of the punches that are raining down. Unfortunately for him, this does little good and the bigger man just punches right through the attempt at defense and continues to hit with all of his punches.

CM: Hit him again, hit him again!

JH: It’s been a while since we’ve seen Onikage dominated this much in a match!

CL: It’s been a long time fucking coming.

Through out the arena a crunch can be heard when Crackerjack opts to add head butts to his offense on the head area of his foe. A collectively cringe from the fans follows shortly afterwards and Jackson swoops in to check, making sure these head butts are not falling into illegal territory. Steadily the masked giant slowly starts phasing out his punches and focuses more on simply ramming his masked forehead into the masked face and nose of Onikage. Right when it looks like Mark might ring the bell for referee stoppage; the Savior of Sorrow’s arms shoot out and grab Jack, rolling the two of them up in a pin!

JH: Just like that he turns the tide!

CL: Gah! Not this shit again!


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CM: Kick out, kick out, kick out!

JH: Onikage has finished off his fair share of challengers with these types of pin fall maneuvers!


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CL: Don’t get fucking pinned by this piece of shit tactic after I just said there’d be a new champion!

CM: Yeah! You’re going to make us look bad for supporting you!


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JH: Oh my, we were one second away from a winner!

CL: Yeah, but that one second didn’t happen, so tough luck for the sheep fucker!

Rolling out of the pin the challenger keeps the momentum to roll right up to his feet before the champion is able to, though he is right behind him only by a bit. Responding to the threat he might be again, Jack barrels forward and looks for the second lariat from him of the night. Instead the Straight Edge Artist grabs it with both arms, and whips his body around behind Crackerjack, wrapping both his legs around Jack’s other arm. Using the momentum of the set up, the masked oddity thrusts the bigger man backwards and spikes him right on his head with the crucifix driver!

CL: This is fucking gay!

CM: Where is he getting this second wind from?!

JH: Conse, please don’t use that type of harmful slang. And who knows Chip; it might just be his sheer will and drive to win this match!

Crackerjack’s body flips over and he lands masked face first on the mat, his head bobbling a bit from the force of the move. Mean while the masked oddity uses the majority of this down time to catch his breath and try to recover from the abuse he’s been put through. Changing his strategy up a bit compared to earlier, the Straight Edge Artist runs to the ropes and hops up onto the second rope, and jumps off of it. In mid-air he twirls around and lands with his leg across the throat of the larger man, hitting a springboard leg drop!

CM: Wait…some thing moderately cool out of that freak, how is that possible?

JH: Onikage is showing some of his lucha libre background, some thing that isn’t completely common from him.

CL: He’s getting fucking desperate is why he’s pulling this shit out now.

Wasting no time, the Savior of Sorrow scurries back up to his feet and runs to the ropes again, this time jumping up and landing on the top rope. Only for a few moments does he stay there before he launches his body backwards, flipping and hitting a springboard moonsault! Surprisingly, he doesn’t go for the cover right there; rather he grabs a hold of Jack and pulls him up to a vertical base with a bit of a struggle. He wraps his own arm around the back of Crackerjack’s neck and throws one of Jack’s arms over the back of his, and with his free hand snatches a handful of pants.

JH: Onikage appears to be looking for a vertical suplex, or, maybe a brainbuster. He has used that in quite a few of his title defenses.

CL: He actually expects to lift up Crackerjack? He really is fucking nuts.

CM: Well, he did lift up Jim O’Brien before, and Jim is pretty much the same weight.

Onikage tries to do just that, and he gets nothing, he tries again and for the second time gets nothing, he gathers up all his strength and attempts again. This time he let’s go and clutches at his neck, a spot on him that has been put through a lot of abuse along with his head during the match. Luckily for his challenger, he doesn’t have that same problem and head butts the masked oddity square on the face and then nails an uppercut to boot! Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Crackerjack wraps his massive mitts around the throat of the Straight Edge Artist and lifts him up, and then drops him with Visions of Nell!

CL: Ah, ha, ha, ha, fuck yes! Visions of Nell!

CM: Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes!

JH: That very well could be it ladies and gentlemen!

Unfortunately for Jack, the assault done to him moments ago leaves him gasping for air and trying to regroup to even move his body. Sluggishly he rolls over onto his stomach and starts crawling towards his opponent, grunting in a mixture of annoyance and pain as he does so. Some of the fans are cheering him on, and others curse the name of the man abandoned in the back alleys of one of America’s greatest cities. It may have taken a few seconds longer than desired, but he throws his form over Onikage, and before the referee can even make a one count the masked oddity rolls them up in yet another cradle!

CM: Not again!

JH: And this time he actually has Crackerjack hurting!


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CL: I think it is more the sheep fucker wanting to end this as quickly as he can because of the shape he is in, not Crackerjack.

CM: Yeah, the freak’s scared he’ll lose his title!


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JH: Could we see Onikage make his eleventh successful defense right here, right now?!

CL: Not fucking happening!


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


CM: Hey! Conse was right! He can foretell the future!

JH: A lucky guess is more bloody like it.

These flash pins are clearly starting to get on Crackerjack’s nerves when he rolls away from the champ, and uses the ropes to get back up to his feet. Sadly for him, the Straight Edge Artist runs straight at him and leaps into the air, scoring with a seated plancha on the larger man! The plancha drives all two hundred and fifty pounds onto one side of Jack’s neck, and drives the back of his neck into the steel cable of the top rope. Both men tumble down to the canvas and Onikage scrambles away from his fellow masked man, clearly some thing in mind.

JH: This more high flying based offense is finally evening the odds between the two men!

CL: Onikage’s not a giant killer. He’s not going to win this match Buddha help me.

CM: Stop that you freak, you are doing things only cool people do!

Once he reaches the other side of the ring he turns around and sprints right back towards the man he just put down with the flying seated plancha. When he gets close enough, in mid-step he performs a front flip and delivers a vicious running cannon ball senton splash to the face of Jack! The blow nearly sends Crackerjack out of the ring, though the masked oddity grabs him and pulls him back in fully to ensure there will be no outside action today. Carefully he snatches a handful of the bigger man’s mask and brings him up to his feet, only for when he gets him there to have Jack lock in the Bone Cracker on him!

CL: Yes! Fuck yes! Tighten that hold and don’t let go!

CM: Crush him!

JH: The Bone Cracker, this very well could be it folks!

Mark Jackson hurries over to the scene and checks on the champion, making sure he is still awake and is refusing to submit to the maneuver he is currently in. Not only does he refuse to submit, he starts hammering the top of Crackerjack’s skull with destructive elbow strikes! Little by little the masked behemoth’s hold on the masked oddity weakens until he is able to easily knee him right in the midsection. With him bent over, Onikage hooks both arms and amazingly lifts Jack up into the air and spikes him down with the Flavor of the Month!


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


CM: Wait, huh, what just happened?!

JH: I…I don’t know!

CL: Did we all go in a fucking time warp and miss the pin or some thing?


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the thirty minute time limit has expired and as a result of that this match has been declared a draw. STILL your FIW Undisputed International Champion because of that…is…OOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


JH: Another thirty minute draw?!

CL: Fucking hell! Even if he isn’t kicking their asses, he still manages a way to keep a hold of the belt!

CM: Boo I say, boo!


”Simple Survival” starts up over the sound system as Jackson hands the championship back over to the Savior of Sorrow, who is panting. His would be challenger rolls over, in agony and with a dejected vibe in his body language over failing to win the match. Catching his breath, Onikage gets up and walks over to Crackerjack and extends his hand out to the fellow masked man for a hand shake. Jack looks over his shoulder for a moment at it and grunts, rolling out of the ring and heading to the back, leaving the champ in the ring alone.
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Moments away from the main event of this edition of ReVolt and the Canadian fans are already restless for it. But before they get to witness it the ReVolTrons spring to life all at once like the undead rising from the grave. The location of this footage is the depressing and gloomy area known as the boiler room of the arena. Inside of it and the focus point of the camera is FIW’s General Manager, Krähe. He’s yet to even speak and already a few of the Canuck fans jeer at his sight.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Greetings fans in attendance…kssshhhhhk... and viewers at home…kssshhhhhk... it is that time again.. kssshhhhhk... with only one week from Deadlock Two Thousand and Seven…kssshhhhhk... to reveal the full card to you all…kssshhhhhk...

His image fades out and in it’s place a pay per view match graphic pops up.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... With the Flycore Division heating up…kssshhhhhk... A new contender must be chosen amongst the pack…kssshhhhhk... This match shall see the very best of the division…kssshhhhhk... Going one on one to decide who shall…kssshhhhhk... face the Flycore Champion at Summer of Sin…kssshhhhhk...

A few fans cheer this announcement, showing Ethan Adams and Liam Mortell, and Phyllis Bathory might have a few fans, and Shaun Wilson might still, quickly the graphic is replaced by another.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... A war has been brewing…kssshhhhhk... between two factions as of late…kssshhhhhk... and it shall be settled at Deadlock… kssshhhhhk... with the in-ring debut of Belial and the collective known as the Brotherhood taking on…kssshhhhhk... the Team With No Name…kssshhhhhk... Plus a catch…kssshhhhhk... Whoever climbs up and retrieves the correct bag…kssshhhhhk... shall be crowned the new number one contenders for the tag titles…kssshhhhhk...

This news brings the fans to their feet, hoping to see Ash and Lumberjacko take on Revolution as the graphic changes again.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... I also have a big announcement to make…kssshhhhhk... at Summer of Sin Two Thousand and Seven…kssshhhhhk... the FIW Dual Crown Championship shall be…kssshhhhhk... defended in the third ever…kssshhhhhk... Roll of the Dice match…kssshhhhhk... At Deadlock we shall see two matches to decide who shall make up two of the three wrestlers in the match…kssshhhhhk... Two titans shall collide in Prime and Crackerjack to decide one of those entrants…kssshhhhhk...

Applause and cheers start up amongst the fans, some are Crackerjack fans, some are Dual Crown fans, and both groups want to see this match. Like clockwork the graphic dissolves and a new one fades in.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... The second of these two matches shall see another chapter…kssshhhhhk... in the battle between Ragin…kssshhhhhk... and Kailey Lane…kssshhhhhk... However, a wild card has been added to the mix…kssshhhhhk... The man that Ragin’ has fallen to the Dojime Sleeper to on more than one occasion…kssshhhhhk... And one half of the team that Ragin’ and Kailey Lane took the tag titles from…kssshhhhhk... Kiyoshi Nakahata…kssshhhhhk...

The news of this match causes the arena to explode in cheers, even if they hate Ragin’, another encounter between Kailey and him as well as Kiyoshi getting a chance at a chance at the Dual Crown easily out weighs it. Once again through production magic the graphic fades and another one replaces it.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Next match shall see the Fighting Spirit situation put to rest…kssshhhhhk... finally…kssshhhhhk... It’ll be the champion, Elrick…kssshhhhhk... the number one contender, Drake Love…kssshhhhhk... the thief, Sean Madrox…kssshhhhhk... the man that defeated the number one contender, Extreme Ninja #2…kssshhhhhk... All in the same ring at the same time…kssshhhhhk... In a Towering Inferno Match! kssshhhhhk...

The old school Horrorcore fans go crazy over the news of this match, and the Elrick and Ninja fans are delighted too. Though the General Manager’s voice ignores it as the final graphic pops up.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... After the events that transpired earlier…kssshhhhhk... Zesboca Devani shall get her…kssshhhhhk... Flycore Championship shot…kssshhhhhk... However, the champion has made a request…kssshhhhhk... This final match between the two…kssshhhhhk... shall be under Clockwork Orange…kssshhhhhk... House of Fun Rules! kssshhhhhk...

Canada’s fans are in hog heaven over the news of Zesboca getting one last chance at vengeance on Graver, and the rules of the match. The graphic fades out and another one takes it’s place quickly.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... For weeks now…kssshhhhhk... Momoko Wakari has wanted a shot at the International Championship…kssshhhhhk... After last week’s backstage attack, Onikage has granted her it on one condition…kssshhhhhk... A condition she agreed to…kssshhhhhk... That if she loses, she must take on the Straight Edge life style…kssshhhhhk... Though, I do not want either of them to attack each other like I know they want to before the match…kssshhhhhk... So, for the first time ever we shall have a Confined Insanity Match at Deadlock! kssshhhhhk...

Some of the fans cheer Onikage, but most just jeer the entire situation due to not liking either person. Yet again the graphic changes to a new one for the fans to be in awe at.

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... After blinding one of the champions…kssshhhhhk... after getting some shady victories over them…kssshhhhhk... The Tanaka Zaibatsu shall have their tag title shot…kssshhhhhk... and the Revolution shall have their chance for revenge…kssshhhhhk... when they put their belts on the line at Deadlock! kssshhhhhk...

This is the kind of news to get the fans rowdy, all of them wanting to see what are coming to the Zaibatsu for their sins. And finally the graphic fades out and the final one takes it’s place on the ReVolTrons…

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Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Maj Tahal and Xtreme Kitten have had two encounters for the Dual Crown Championship…kssshhhhhk... The first Maj won by count out…kssshhhhhk... The second resulted in a draw after a double pin…kssshhhhhk... A match that couldn’t continue due to outside interference…kssshhhhhk... Now, the Grand Prix Champion will get one last chance at the FIW Dual Crown Championship…kssshhhhhk... As Kitten and him will do battle inside a steel cage…kssshhhhhk... No outside interference, no count outs, there WILL be a decisive winner…kssshhhhhk...

The biggest cheer yet for this news on the FIW Dual Crown Championship situation. As well as more than a few fans wondering if it’ll be XK or Maj that walks into the Roll of the Dice III Match. The Dual Crown graphic stays on screen for a few seconds longer than the rest. But eventually it fades out and in it’s place is footage of Krähe in the boiler room once more.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Ladies and gentlemen…kssshhhhhk... I sincerely hope…kssshhhhhk... that you... kssshhhhhk... join us when FIW and I…kssshhhhhk... when we present…kssshhhhhk... DEADLOCK! kssshhhhhk...

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With that robotic and metallic roar the feed cuts out completely, leaving the blood thirsty fans cheering.

JH: Folks, I have no idea what to expect out of this one…

CL: Yeah, apart from usually that’s the whole point of wrestling.

Michael Anderson takes centre stage with the mike in hand…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen… this is our Main Event of the evening! It is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit… your referee is Tony Clarke.

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

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

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

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

MA: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Lucy… he weighs in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds and hails from Shoal Beach, Australia… XTREEEEEEEEEEEME KITTEN!!!

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

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

[align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire
Fire
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MA: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing 240lbs, MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!!

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

JH: How well can this team co-operate, I wonder…

CM: Who knows… who dares to think…

CL: Who dares to actually care?

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

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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: And their opponents… first, being accompanied to the ring by Natalya… hailing from Bogorodskoye, Russia and weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-eight pounds… RAAAAAAAAAGINNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!


The house lights begin to go out in succession, one section at a time leading up to the stage, as a low, rhythmic hum accompanied by chanting voices rattles through the speakers. A dim red light flickers to life behind the entrance, lending an erratic pattern to the smoke that begins to swell, clouding the stage with an erie glow.

At that point, a strong guitar riff hits the speakers and a moment later, the drums join in as a bright flash of red and silver pyros light up each side of the stage, showcasing the silhouette of a woman spinning around on a pole. The crowd goes nuts wondering what this new version of Kailey will do this time.


[align=center]Hey you, hey you, devil's little sister
Listening to your twisted transistor
Hold it between your legs
Turn it up, turn it up
Low end is coming through
Can't get enough
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Kailey holds on to the pole with one hand and dips her hips low, then slowly pulls her body back up hips first. She grips the pole with both hands and power pumps her hips against the pole in time with the last line.

[align=center]A lonely life, where no one understands you
But don't give up, because the music do
Music do, music do, music do, music do, music do, music do
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Violently, Kailey pushes the pole away from her and it falls hard, sending out loud metal crashes and clanks that reverberate through the arena. Never looking back, she struts to the ring keeping her footfalls timed to the music.

[align=center]Because the music do and it's reaching
Inside you forever preaching
Fuck you, too, your scream's a whisper
Hang on you twisted transistor
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She reaches the ring and straddles the bottom rope, sliding her arms along the length of the rope and wrapping her hands around it as she writhes her hips against the taut fibers before pulling her other long leg into the ring. She parades around the ring, lifting up her hands, encouraging the crowd to get louder.

[align=center]Hey you, hey you, finally you get it
The world ain't fair, eat you if you let it
And as your tears fall on
Your breast, your dress
Vibrations coming through
You're in a mess
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She jumps onto the ropes in her corner and raises her fists high above her head while yelling and backtalking those in the crowd who don't seem to approve of this "new" Kailey. When her music fades, she hops down from the ropes, ready for action.

MA: And his tag team partner… hailing from Nashville, Tennessee and weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds… KAILIEEEEEEEEEEEEE LAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!

JH: On second thoughts… the possibilities of either team imploding from within is in equal standing.

CM: The day anyone thinks Kailey is in equal standing to Ragin’ will be the day Boy George renounces wearing extravagantly colourful hats.

CL: …that’s very uncharacteristically intelligent of you, Chip.

CM: …I’ve said to much.

Michael Anderson exits the ring as Tony Clarke searches both teams for foreign objects before Kailey and Xtreme Kitten leave the ring, deeming Ragin’ and Maj as the legal men.

Tony Clarke signals for the bell…


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The two look at each other, Kailey slightly grinning. Maj finds this kind of amusing, shaking his head. He then quickly slaps the grin off Kailey's face, causing a huge jeer from the crowd.

JH: What disrespect from Maj early on in the match!

CM: Ha-ha! Punk’d!

Ragin’ shouts abusively at Maj, who's grinning even more. Xtreme Kitten cheers on Maj. Kailey, holding her cheek, looks up at Maj and suddenly charges straight at the Indian of Mass Destruction, repeatedly hitting him in the face with forearm smashes sending the Indian crashing to the mat.

Kailey, eyes filled with anger, begin to stomp on the fallen Maj. Ragin’ applauds at her retribution as Kailey bends over and grabs the head of Maj, picking up her opponent. She then starts to fire palm strikes into the face of Maj who stumbles backwards onto the ropes like he was back wrestling in the American territories, trying to block the open hands of Kailey.

The Southern Hell Belle grabs the arm of Maj Tahal and whips him across the ropes. Maj runs and rebounds off the ropes on the other side, coming back towards Kailey who swings for a clothesline… but the ever devious IMD ducks underneath.

He bounces off the other ropes but gets caught and send back down to the canvas with a Spinning Back Kick by Kailey Lane, hitting him right in the jaw!!

CM: Yey! Go Kailey!

JH: That slap was definitely a tactical mistake from Maj… his ego got the better of him.

CL: I could have told him THAT!

CM: Well, aren’t we useful?

Kailey walks over to her corner and tags in Ragin’ who climbs through the ropes, stalking the rising Indian. Ragin’ fires an elbow straight into the back of the neck of Maj, who collapses to one knee… creating the perfect set-up for a Shining Wizard… if Ragin’ decided he wanted to use such a move.

The crowd boo the Russian Menace, making Ragin’ sneer more than he usually does… he grabs Maj’s spiky hair, using it to lifts him to a vertical base at the admonishment of referee Tony Clarke. Ragin’ scoops Maj up and slams him down onto the ring canvas.

The Master of the Rage looks over to Xtreme Kitten, who’s currently scratching himself behind his ear. Ragin’ shrugs, not know what to make of the Fighting Feline, before beginning to put the boots on Maj Tahal.

Maj can do nothing to stop this, as the size seventeen feet rain down on his body… while Ragin’ doesn’t break eye contact with Xtreme Kitten. He then stops his stomping to flip the birdie straight at the Dual Crown Champion. Xtreme Kitten snaps, trying to get through the ropes but is stopped by Tony Clarke.

While Xtreme Kitten continues to attempt to get in, Ragin’ grabs Maj once more, and lifts him to his feet. He then throws Maj towards the corner, where Kailey’s elbow is waiting.

But Maj grabs the ropes in front of him before he comes crashing into the elbow. Ragin’ behind him has already broken into a charge in hopes of following on after. Maj dodges out of the way, causing Ragin’ to hit face first into his partners elbow.

Ragin’ stumbles backwards like Ric Flair used to, dazed and attempting to regain his balance when he is tackled from behind with a Chop Block causing him to crash down! Xtreme Kitten has now stopped trying to get in… seeing that Maj’s in control.

JH: Ragin’ getting chopped down like a big old Russian redwood!

CM: Apart from they don’t have Redwoods in Russian, muppet.

Maj drops the elbow to the back of Ragin’, followed by second. He then cheekily grabs the foot of the Master of The Rage and drags him over to his corner. Still holding onto the leg, Maj reaches out and tags in Xtreme Kitten.

The crowd cheer for the entry of the Fighting Feline of FIW. Xtreme Kitten grabs Ragin’ by the head, and lifts him to his feet. He then starts to plant some forearms in the jaw of Ragin’.

CL: God, talk about a Jap wannabe… power metal music, overuse of the forearm, an over-rated smark favourite… why, oh, why is Kitten such a Misawa wannabe?

CM: At least he doesn’t wipe his eyebrows or adjust his tights every thirty seconds… or have a fat arse and wacky booking strategies.

After the forearms, Xtreme Kitten throws Ragin’ towards the ropes. As Ragin’ bounces back, he’s met by a huge Flying Clothesline with a spin out at the end, knocking down the former Heavyweight Champ!!

CL: Forearms… AND the Spinning Clothesline thingy? He IS Misawa!

CM: That’s got to be a conincidence…

JH: Well, we haven’t had anyone dropped on their head yet…


Xtreme Kitten goes for the cover.


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CL: I guess I was wrong…

The count had caused Kailey to attempt to get in, but obviously with no need. Tony Clarke gets up to see Kailey Lane halfway through the ropes and immediately jumps up and over to make sure that Kailey doesn’t attempt anything else.

Xtreme Kitten picks himself up and walks over to tag Maj once more. Maj Tahal climbs his way in and heads towards the Russian Menace, Ragin’, who himself is on one knee… yet another opportunity for a Shining Wizard that gets wasted as Maj is met with an uppercut by the Master of The Rage… straight in the “Mommy-Daddy Button” according to Anthony Kingdom James.

Maj hops around before falling to his knees in obvious pain, leaving that Sneaky Russian to attempt to get up. Tony Clarke turns around, surveys the situation and asks what happened whilst he was away…

By the way Ragin’ motions with his hands he obviously is trying to explain that Maj was tagged in, and suffered a haymaker to the stomach. Xtreme Kitten also did not see the incident, too busy trying to get himself into the proper position see?

The ref looks to Kailey, who shrugs, with a hint of a grin on her face. Ragin’ makes an almost mocking bow to the ref, thanking him for letting them now continue, followed by suddenly spinning round and kicking Maj right in the side of his face.

Maj goes sprawling to the floor after the vicious kick to his head. The crowd are now throwing all sorts of jeers and profanity at Ragin’, apparently loving it all.

JH: In all my years calling Ragin’s matches he never ceases to amaze me just how sneaky he can be…

CM: I can’t see how they can be viewed as questionable, Jon. Genius, devious,…and…. uh… heavious!

CL: That’s not a word, fuckwit.

Ragin’ walks over to the fallen Maj and picks him back up. He then puts Maj’s arm behind his own head, and suddenly snaps him over with a Suplex! He grabs the arm of Maj and drags him over towards Kailey.

The Russian Menace tags in the other member of his team, still holding the arm. Kailey takes hold of the arm, and suddenly goes down, rolling it into an Armbar on Maj who’s now laying face down onto the mat. Holding the Armbar in position, Kailey positions himself just above the back of Maj, and begins to drive her knee sharply into Maj’s back.

She does so once, and then again. Maj screams out in pain. Finally, Kailey gets off him. She lifts up Maj, and throws him straight into the corner face first. Maj hits into the corner, and suddenly has Kailey driving his shoulder straight into Maj’s back.

Kailey drives repeated shoulders into Maj’s back, and eventually stops, stepping backwards. Maj stumbles backwards, just to have Kailey to wrap his arms around Maj’s waist and be German Suplexed right onto the top of his spine.

CL: GERMANNNNNNNNNN….

JH: SUPLEXXXXXXXXXXXAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Kailey goes for the cover on Maj.


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The crowd give a mini pop for the kickout. Kailey looks slightly annoyed by the kickout, but that look quickly disappears as the realisation that she gets to inflict more pain on Maj come to him. She gets up, and looks down at Maj before stomping disrespectfully on Maj. She then goes over and tags in Ragin’.

She then, instead of going on the apron, goes over and picks up Maj. She holds up Maj, as Ragin’ charges, hitting a big clothesline on Maj, sending him sprawling to the mat. Xtreme Kitten watches on the apron, not being able to do anything. The Truth says something to Kailey, who slowly makes his way back to his corner. Ragin’ grabs the back of Majs head, once more lifting the limp Maj to his feet. He gets his arms underneath the arms of Maj, and then links his hands together, with the sudden application of pressure locking Maj in a full nelson. Maj, who had not really made any sudden movements in the past minutes, snaps his head up, starting to scream in pain as the big Ragin’ starts to literally attempt to detatch Maj's arms from their sockets.

JH: Ragin’ has a full nelson locked in there! Kailey and him have been working on the top of Maj's back, and now this!

CM: Beat down and then destroy. It's the perfect tactic for a tag team match!

Maj shouts out in pain, as Ragin’ grits his teeth, applying more pressure onto the back of the neck of Maj. Maj tries to obviously break the hold, shaking his arms, but nothing seems to work. He starts to weaken down, falling down to one knee, and then another. Ragin’ now has the leverage to grip even harder, causing more pain to Maj. Xtreme Kitten begins to beat on the turnbuckle, which in turn causes the crowd to start clapping and beating their chairs to ralley on Maj. At first, it seems to have no effect on the beaten down Maj, but then life starts to show in the competitor once more, as his head lifts up. He shouts in pain, as he attempts to lift himself back up off the mat. Ragin’ tries his best to hold down Maj, but it's no good as he begins to rise up.

Maj fights against the pain, and is soon to his feet once more. Ragin’ still attempts to subdue him, with no results. Then, Maj, with a burst of adrenaline, runs backwards, pushing Ragin’ into the turnbuckle of Xtreme Kitten's corner. Xtreme Kitten taps Maj, and elbows Ragin’s head. Ragin’ lets go of Maj who collapses to the floor and rolls out of the ring. Xtreme Kitten climbs in, still relatively fresh. Kailey decides that the momentum of the match cannot change. She climbs in the ring and heads straight towards Xtreme Kitten, but is met by a huge Lariat, so hard making Kailey spin in the air and land backfirst on the mat.

JH: LARIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~~~

Xtreme Kitten turns around to see Ragin’ coming out of his corner. He heads straight to Xtreme Kitten, and is met by a hiptoss right back down to the mat. He then runs, and baseball slides Kailey, who's just beneath the ropes. Kailey goes crashing down to the outside. The crowd are going wild for Xtreme Kitten. Ragin’ is once again rising to his feet, so Xtreme Kitten walks over ready. As Ragin’ gets up, Xtreme Kitten kicks him in the stomach, and place the head of Ragin’ between his legs. He looks around, as the crowd start to sense something big coming. Xtreme Kitten lifts up Ragin’ to his shoulders.

JH: THE CAT’S MEOW!!!!

But Ragin’ begins to punch Xtreme Kitten right in the face once he's up. Xtreme Kitten, not being able to support the 286lbs man, starts to stumble backwards, still trying to hold up Ragin’ on his shoulders.

As Xtreme Kitten walks back against the ropes, the rising Kailey suddenly reaches in and pulls the feet of Xtreme Kitten away from underneath him, from the outside. Xtreme Kitten falls forwards, letting go of Ragin’. Ragin’ uncomfortable lands on his feet, dodging the falling Xtreme Kitten.

Ragin’ regains his balance. He grabs the head of Xtreme Kitten, and starts to lift him up. But Xtreme Kitten hits an elbow in the face of Ragin’, causing him to go backwards holding his face. Xtreme Kitten picks himself up. Ragin’ looks up and runs straight at the Prince of Pain in anger. But Ragin’ is met with a Flying Knee Strike!!

JH: KAO LOI!!! KAO LOI!!!

Xtreme Kitten gets up, and goes over and tags Maj back in. Maj comes in once more, as Xtreme Kitten runs over and hits Kailey off the apron. Kailey Lane falls to the floor outside once more, as Xtreme Kitten goes through the ropes to continue an assault on him. Maj looks down at Ragin’, pulls down the straps… or at least the imaginary ones and suddenly goes down, locking in the Ankle Lock!!

CM: ANGLE LOCK!!! ANGLE LOCK!!!

CL: …someone has officially gone off their rocker.

Ragin’ suddenly looks up, arms lifting his body off the floor, beginning to shout out in pain. Tony Clarke slides over, to ask Ragin’ if he taps out. Ragin’ shakes his head as he starts to try and pull himself towards the ropes. Maj attempts to drag Ragin’ to the center of the ring. Ragin’ tries to pull one way, while Maj tries the other. The two both stay in the same place, as the crowd continue to cheer. Kailey and Xtreme Kitten are still brawling on the outside.

Ragin’ suddenly tries something different, twisting his entire body so he's on his back. This works, catching Maj off guard. Ragin’ pulls his legs close body, and then pushes them out, causing Maj to go flying backwards. He stumbles straight into the ropes, and falls through them, crashing down into Kailey and Xtreme Kitten. The two brawlers also fall to the floor. Ragin’ pulls himself up, using the ropes. He gets to a vertical base, and then limps over towards the other side of the ring , feeling the effects of the ankle lock. He climbs out of the ring, and grabs the head of Maj, lifting him up. Meanwhile, the ref begins the count.


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JH: All three men and one woman are on the outside now!

CM: Thank you, Captain Obvious(!)

Ragin’ begins to punch Maj in the face, who goes backwards, trying to block them. Meanwhile, Xtreme Kitten and Kailey also rise to their feet. Xtreme Kitten begins to hit some chops to the face of Kailey, who then returns them with forearms. The teams continue to brawl on the outside. Ragin’ bursts into speed, running straight at Maj. He raises his foot for a big boot, but Maj dodges, causing Ragin’ to crash into the steel steps. He goes over them, and falls to the floor, steps broken into the two segments.


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Maj goes over, and picks up Ragin’. He grabs the head of the former heavyweight champ, and starts to repeatedly smack it on the barriers, where the screaming fans behind mark out.


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Five...
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CM: This is chaos! How can the ref allow this?!

JH: Looks more like rightful retribution to me.

The pandemonium everywhere is still gracefully counted by Tony Clarke.


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Xtreme Kitten kicks Kailey in the stomach, causing Kailey Lane to double over. He then grabs him and quickly pulls off a Snap Suplex. Kailey's quickly driven into the floor, and rolls away, clutching his back. Maj is still using the barrier as a weapon on Ragin’'s head. He eventually stops, and holds Ragin’ up in front of him, ready to do something, when Ragin’ uses an Eye Gouge out of desperation. Maj stumbles backwards, clutching his eyes.


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Ragin’ goes up to Maj, and suddenly lifts him onto his shoulders, ready to hit the Head on Collision. The crowd boo loudly, as Ragin’ grins, holding up Maj in the air. Kailey meanwhile his hoisted up once more by Xtreme Kitten, but suddenly hits him with an STK (STO), driving Xtreme Kitten down into the ground.


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Ragin’ is still holding up Maj, when Maj reaches out, and grabs the ropes of the ring. He pulls as hard as he can, but the Master of Rage still hits it! Realizing the count, Ragin' slides into the ring casually.


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MA: The winner of this match, by count-out KAILEY LANE AND RAGIN'!!!!

Ragin's music hits and brings the attention of Kailey Lane, who looks over in time to see Tony raise the Russian Jeckel's arm in victory. A bit of annoyance is apparent on her face when she storms off to the back. Kitten, mean while, recovers and discovers the news and looks more than a tad miffed at what happens. After getting his titles, he walks over and trash talks at the fallen Tahal a bit. The evening closing on the image of XK when he looks back up and Ragin' staring down at him, the two staring into each other's eyes intensely.

CL: That's it for tonight folks, for Hitchen and Chip, I'm Conse. We'll see ya Sunday at Deadlock, you wouldn't FUCKING DARE miss it!

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