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Deadlock '07; 05-27-07
Topic Started: May 28 2007, 04:44 PM (468 Views)
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[align=center]This is your time to pay
This is your judgement day
We made a sacrifice
And now we get to take your life

We shoot without a gun
We'll take on anyone
It's really nothing new
It's just a thing we like to do

You better get ready to die!
GET READY TO DIE!
You better get ready to kill
GET READY TO KILL!
You better get ready to run
Cause here we come

You better get ready to die
GET READY TO DIE!

Your life is over now
Your life is running out
When your time is at an end
Then it's time to kill again

We cut without a knife
We live in black and white
You're just a parasite
Now close your eyes and say good-night

You better get ready to die!
GET READY TO DIE!
You better get ready to kill
GET READY TO KILL!
You better get ready to run
Cause here we come

You better get ready to die
GET READY TO DIE!

You better get ready to die
GET READY TO DIE!
GET READY TO DIE!
GET READY TO DIE!

You better get ready to die
GET READY TO DIE!
GET READY TO DIE!
GET READY TO DIE!

You better get ready to die
GET READY TO DIE!
GET READY TO DIE!
GET READY TO DIE!

It's been a long time comin'
Now you better get ready
AND YOU BETTER GET READY TO DIE!


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-=SHORT RESULTS=-[/align]

Our match started off with Liam Mortell achieving victory over Prince Kashmir. Ethan Adams managed to thrill the crowd and take out the widned Mortell fairly easily, and then made quick work of Shaun Wilson (though not before Wilson got a few good shots in). He was soon eliminated by Vamp, who then brawled with Phyllis and fought for quite a drawn-out battle, each attempting to use their own vampire wiles on the other, but eventually the match was drawn to a close when Phyllis hit something resembling the Cat Kick and found a pinfall.

Winner: Phyllis Bathory

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Team cohesion seemed to be the soup du jour today as the relatively new formation of the Brotherhood; Azazel and Belial fought against Ash Koopa and El Lumberjacko. Despite their self-proclaimed superior strength and agility, the Brotherhood were quickly trounced by Ash and Lumberjacko who came up with strategy after strategy of isolation and divide and conquer. After several false-alarms on snagging briefcases from both teams, it was the Team With No Name who pulled down the one with the Tag Team title shot inside.

Winners: The Team With No Name
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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.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a qualifying match for Roll the Dice III! Introducing first, from the alleys of New York City… CRRRRRACKERJACK!!!

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.

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]

MA: And his opponent! From San Diego, California… PPRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!

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

CL: OK, Martin. Ready? One, two, three… SHOOT!

CM: Hm. Rock beats scissors, Loire! Looks like I get to root for Crackerjack.

CL: Fine by me. Prime is a damn specimen.

JH: Why can’t you two just call the match down the middle?

CL: Like who? Like you? ‘Cuz you totally do that.

CM: Yeah, with your “Prime is despicable, Crackerjack’s a monster!” mumbo jumbo.

JH: *sighs*

[align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGSPOON![/align]

Our match begins with Prime hopping out of his corner in an athletic, jog-in-place fashion. Crackerjack steps up as well, his mask pulled back against what is undoubtedly a sinister grin. The two stare off, nose-to-nose, before Crackerjack FIRES a right han--NO! Prime blocks it with a forearm and dishes out a bare-knuckled fist of his own! Crackerjack is pushed backward and Prime drives his opposite forearm into Crackerjack’s chest!

CL: And that’s how you start a match!

The bigger man is pushed against the ropes and Prime scoops him up into a fireman’s carry!

JH: Would you just LOOK at the sheer strenth of Prime!

CL: He’s a specimen, Hitchen. I said it earlier.

CM: Yeah, but look at the sheer… um… batshit crazy of Crackerjack!

Prime is glistening with sweat and muscle wax from holding Crackerjack aloft, and the momentary tension in his spine he feels gives Crackerjack enough time to drive a few fistos into Prime’s visage. The Evolution of Excellence staggers but ends up falling backward, SLAMMING Crackerjack into the mat with a Samoan drop!

CM: Well THAT backfired…

Crackerjack is only momentarily stunned and rises as Prime sits up. ‘Jack takes the opportunity to BOOT Prime in the back of the head, causing his body to fly forward before falling over onto his side. Crackerjack straightens Prime’s body out with his boot and DROPS an elbow to the sternum before FLYING into a wild flurry of punches to Prime’s face and neck!

CM: BAM! How’s that for a retaliation! Turn his face into Sloppy Joe, Crackerjack!

Michaela starts reprimanding Crackerjack about something, though we’re really not sure what since he’s not doing anything illegal. You know how refs are. Anyhow, Prime finally manages to shoot his arm up and drive a desperate thumb into Crackerjack’s eyeplace on his mask. Evidently his eyes are located in the normal human spot, so this hurts and he rolls off to the side, growling in pain and clutching his face.

CL: Uncharacteristic for Prime. You reckon he was trying to punch him and fucked up?

JH: I don’t reckon a damn thing! That was a blatant thumb to the eye!

Michaela seems to think so, too, but that doesn’t necessarily mean Prime cares. In fact, he lightly shoves her in the upper chest to get her to back the hell off so he can get up. Prime stalks over to Crackerjack and doles a few stomps to his back and kidneys before grabbing him by the mask and pulling him to his knees. He looks out over the crowd and rears back for a huuuuuuuuge punch to Crackerjack’s spine!

CM: *shivers*

JH: Are you cold?

CM: No… I thought one of you were going to say it.

CL: Say what?

Prime then HOISTS Crackerjack into the air and FLATTENS HIM BACK-FIRST TO THE MAT WITH A VERTEBRAE-DESTROYING SPINEBUSTER!!!

JH: THE DAMN RING JUST SHOOK! WITH THAT SPIIIIIINE-SHATTERING SPINEBUSTER!!!

CM: GAAAHHHHH!!!

CL: Ohhhh, spine-shattering. Is that what you meant, Martin? Spine-shattering? You didn’t’ want us to say spine-shattering?

CM: WHYYYYY!?!? WHHHHHYYYYYYYYY!?!?

Prime slides over Crackerjack’s body and presses both hands to his chest, performing a few pushups as Michaela drops to count.

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


T--
NO! Crackerjack shoulders over and breaks the pinfall![/align]

Prime slams his fist into the mat and suggests Michaela count more swiftly by slapping his palms together. The jakked-up superstar suddenly twinges and visibly swears.

JH: Looks like Prime’s having another one of those fits.

CL: He’ll get over it. He’ll push it out. It’s game time! Crunch time! And Prime’s the man to be!

CM: Or the man to beat! Go Crackerjack!

Crackerjack springs upward as though spurned on by Chip’s words and swivels to face Prime’s back. He LUNGES forward and DRIVES his shoulder into Prime’s spine, knocking him to his knees! Crackerjack then pulls Prime back up with a half nelson before SLAMMING HIM INTO THE MAT!!!

JH: SUCH POWER!!

CM: That’s the beauty of the masked monster Crackerjack!

JH: I thought you said calling him a monster was a bad thing?

CM: Only when you do it, assplug.

CL: Assplug. Nice one.

The sound of Chip and Conse high-fiving accompanies Crackerjack dragging Prime closer to the center of the ring. The manolith drops down to have a seat on Prime’s back before pulling him up by the chin and locking in a camel clutch! Prime struggles and claws at Crackerjack’s fingers for a moment before pounding his fist on the mat to divert the pain. Michaela drops near him and asks if he wants to submit and he literally SPITS a “FUCK YOU!” in her face!

CL: Prime isn’t’ gonna give up this match for any man, any monster, or any dumb bitch like Michaela!

JH: Now, dammit, Conse! Michaela’s just doing her job!

CL: She should know better. The Evolution of Excellence DOES. NOT. QUIT.

Prime aims a few blind punches backward toward Crackerjack but none hit. He ROOOOARS and starts bucking his back upward, trying to wedge one of his knees under his own body to push up. Crackerjack curls his arm around Prime’s face and starts open-handed slapping him across the forehead in a bid to stop him, but Prime finally gets that crucial knee in place and SHOVES Crackerjack off with a strong buck!

CL: THERE YOU GO! Teach him how to ride a REAL bronc, Prime!

CM: Now THERE’S a contender for “most homo-erotic quote of the night”.

CL: Stuff it, assbite.

Crackerjack rises to meet Prime with a charge, but Prime is ready for him and snares him into an Irish whip. Crackerjack rebounds off the opposite ropes, enjoying the momentum for a lariat that never hits as Prime’s boot is cocked! Locked! And DRIVEN INTO CRACKERJACK’S JAW!!!

CL: SHHHHHHOTGUN!!

CM: Pfft. No measly big boot is gonna keep Crackerjack down! He’s the king killer!

Prime pulls Crackerjack up once again by his mask, though the big man is considerably more woozy now. Prime wraps both hands around Crackerjack’s neck and HOISTS HIM INTO THE AIR!!!

CL: If Crackerjack’s the king killer, then Prime’s about to perform some regicide!

Prime does his best to get Crackerjack into a semi-power bomb position before crossing his forearms and DRIVING CRACKERJACK’S BEATEN AND BRUISED BACK DOWNWARD INTO THE CANVAS!!!

CL: AAAUUUUUTHOOOORIITTYYY BOOOMBBBAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

THE RING SHAKES VIOLENTLY AND PRIME’S FANS CHEER!!

CL: Yaaaay!

CM: Yaaaay, except for where Crackerjack is owies!

JH: *sighs*

Prime drops down and hooks the leg this time, Michaela sliding in to count the pin.

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!




THREE!!!



DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align]

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner…. PRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!

CL: HA! A pre-determined victory by the MAN! The next Dual Crown, I’m tellin’ ya!

JH: Well he’s got a road ahead of him, Conse, but nobody can deny the intertwining paths of Xtreme Kitten and Prime. Will Kitten hold on to the title tonight? Will he keep it long enough for Prime to get another shot?

CL: Who cares, so long as someday, THAT man ends up champion.

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We witnessed a tumultuous match that started with Ragin' attempting to take Kiyoshi out of the picture with some hard strikes and power moves. Kailey wouldn't have it, though, and gave the "old man" quite the run for his money with her martial arts skills and a few 'cheap thrills' taunting antics. Just when it seemed like Kailey was on top of things, Kiyoshi returned to the action and the two had a war of martial training vs. martial training. Kiyoshi was earning the upper hand in terms of skill and technique, but a shot to the balls saw him drop like a sack of stones. Kailey slid in for the pin but was torn off Kiyoshi by none other than Ragin'. The two battled for supremacy before the Russian Jackal set Kailey up in the Feature Remover--BUT NO! Kailey Lane twisted like a transistor and NAILED her signature Kailey-Go-Round! But before she could enjoy a pinfall attempt, Kiyoshi BLASTED out of nowhere and NAILED an Uranage! Kiyoshi then drug Kailey over Ragin', shoulders-first and pinned the both of them beneath him, proving that he was INDEED a force to be reckoned with in the match!

Winner: Kiyoshi Nakahata
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The camera cuts from the show after a intense battle just witnessed we have been brought to a locker room, the locker room is obvious it’s a locker room as it’s closed door reads “Elrick”. Anyways as the door opens slowly, a hand doing the opening we come upon the scene of Simon Lynn and Megan watching the TV, Skye sitting down on her mom’s knee, there all watching the TV and it seems there glued to it as a promo’s being shown, some crazy esque trance music hits but as the camera pans out we see it’s Elrick opening the door.

He stands at the door way, dressed in his wrestling attire looking towards the member’s of his twisted family, smiling as Simon seems to get over the top and more hyper towards the promo he’s witnessing, as he watches the promo of a new wrestler I seems as we can overhear some of it “Justin Sane comes to FIW Next ReVolt!” Elrick ignore sit as he walks in and Megan and Skye sees him, Skye giggling as Megan smiles back, Simon shoots to his feet and shrieks though towards the TV.


“OH MY GOD! NEW WRESTLER! HE LOOKS AMAZING! I MARK NOW? HELLS YES!!!! JUSTIN SANE! JUSTIN… ELRICK HEY! I DRANK SOME RED BULL! MY HEAD FEELS FUNNY! HEHE!”

Elrick watches him as Simon bounces around the room in a really deranged hyper active spree, shaking is head he walks over towards his family and picks up Skye before kissing Megan on the forehead. He then looks towards Simon before turning towards the TV and just raises a eyebrow.

“Simon he’s probably going to be some over the top overrated Luchadore wrestler, I wouldn’t hold your breath.”

As Elrick says that Simon stops bouncing around as he stands and stares towards Elrick blankly, he then walks over towards him and puts before unleashing yet another rant or shriek it’s hard to know as Simon’s not all that in the head.

“JUU KNOW NOTHING! HE’S GOING TO BE AWESOME AND YOU WILL SEE! YOU WILL BE SHOWN! JUSTIN’S GOING TO MAKE YOU WANNA BOUNCE AROUND THE RING! YOU WATCH IF HE DOESN’T BIATCH! I AND YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE GREATEST TAG-TEAM EVER AND YOU DON’T APPRECIATE ME! I HATE YOU! “

Simon says as he pouts again before walking out of the room with a huff, stomping as loud as he can before Elrick looks towards him just thinking and seemingly looking like “What the hell?”, but he’s changed as Simon peeps his head around the doorway, grinning.

“I love you!!!! More Red Bull needed!!!! Be right back baby doll!”

Simon says in a deranged girl like tone before we hear him run off down the corridor and hear some over the top loud shriek again “JUSTIN SANE’S COMING PEOPLE! SCREAM WITH ME!” but that’s all ignored as Elrick moves to the door, closing it as his attentions turned towards his family as he takes Skye closer to him and tickles her nose, she giggles as Elrick looks towards Megan.

“I know it’s been rough lately babe, but I promise you I’m going to make you so proud, win or lose tonight your gonna see 110% out of me I promise and you’ll both see the vengeance we needed to see and the true champion get what he deserves.”

Megan smiles as she takes Skye into her arms, before moving to her husband and kisses his lips softly.

“I know Chris, just be careful ok? But you need to get going your match is next but remember this is our last match along side you sop to speak so make us proud.”

She says to get him motivated, it seems to work as Elrick grins before walking towards the door, not before turning as he opens the door.

“I love you both.”

Megan smiles, and replies back.

“We love you too, good luck.”

Elrick smiles back as he then makes his leave as his moment to shine is upon him as next is the biggest match of his life, we cut back to commentary.

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MA: “The upcoming bout is for the Fighting Spirit Championship and will be under Towering Inferno rules. Introducing first……”

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

[align=center]Turn me up!

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

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


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

MA: “From Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 200 pounds…..HE IS…..XXXXTTTTTTTRRRRRRREEEEEMMMMMMMEEEE NNNNIIINNNNNJJJJJJJAAAAAA NUUUUMMMMMMBBBBEEEERRRR TTTTWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

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

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

Bang your head to this....

Turn me up!

Another body murdered! [/align]


Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Respect the Ninja!” and “Now 100% Smarty Free!”, and “Fear the Shining Stomp!” and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie to get ready for the match ahead.

JH: “Extreme Ninja #2 knows exactly what it is to be a champion and I would say that out of anyone in this match up he stands the best chance of over turning Elrick this evening.”

CM: “Well if you had done your homework Hitchen you would know that Ninja is not the only former champion in this match up. Sean Madrox held many titles in his Slam! days and Drake has held a slew of titles in promotions other than FIW.”

CL: “Forget about the fucking championships. I’m here to see people get burned. I want to see people charcoaled black just like I like my hamburgers.”

JH: “You had to remind me…..I dread to see the garbage these men will have to endure to challenge or retain a title I would hold in high prestige.”

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

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

MA: “Introducing next weighing in at 285 pounds and hailing from Denver, Colorado……..DRRRRRAAAAAAKKKKKKEEEEE LLLLLLLOOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEE!!!”

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

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

[align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me.
This is what I thought, so think me naive
I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
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Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war.

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

CL: “The feud between Drake and Elrick has been down right fucking sick and twisted. I can only imagine the stops that will be pulled out tonight!”

CM: “Blood, gore and first degree burns can be my only hope!”

CL: “At least two of us will be enjoying this. While Hitchen cries the whole way through.”

MA: “And the third challenger who is hailing from Fairfield, Connecticut and weighs in at 240 pounds…….’Mr. Phenomenal’ SSSSEEEEEAAANNNNNNNNN MMMMAAAAAAAAADDDDDRRRROOOOOOXXXXXXX!!!”

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

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

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

JH: “The challengers are in the ring and now it is time for our Fighting Spirit Champion.”

CL: “And more importantly the cage!!!”

JH: “The cage is not more important than the talented men in this match up!”

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

[align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)
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…The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms with the [Insert Title Name Here]. Elrick then walks placing the title over his shoulder as he heads towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote and shows them the title belt, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway, handing the title over towards a ring monkey.

MA: “Weighing in at 268 pounds and from Leamington Spa, England…HE IS YOUR FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION……ELLLLLLLRRRIIIIIICCCCKKKKKKK!!!!”

The crowd stand and pop loudly as Fuzz makes his rounds explaining the rules of the match to the men involved. As all involved prepare the cage begins to lower and stage crew move into position securing it to the ring. They then begin to douse the cage in all types of flammable liquids.

CL: “KEROSENE!”

CM: “GASOLINE!”

CL: “BUTANE!”

JH: *sarcastically* “WHOOOOOPIEEEE”

Fuzz motions for the opening bell as this championship bout gets underway.

[align=center]DING

DING
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Drake makes a mad dash for Elrick as does Madrox as the bell rings. Ninja cuts off Drake with a well placed round house kick and sends him to the mat quickly. Elrick and Madrox go straight to fists and battle to take the advantage over the other. One well placed thumb to the eye of Elrick brings the advantage to Madrox as he moves in hooking Elrick and whipping him over with a snap suplex directly to the canvas. Extreme Ninja picks Drake back up to his feet and then whips him into a sitting position with a snapmare. He then spots Sean picking Elrick up for a scoop slam and bolts across the ring and leaps into action with a drop kick to the back of Elrick shifting the momentum for the FSC as he falls atop his foe and begins to go to unchallenged fists to his face.

Ninja then turns back to find Drake but is taken directly off his feet by a huge clothesline. Love then turns his attention to Elrick and pulls him off Madrox by his hair and bends him back and hooks his arm around his neck. Then in one swift movement he drops Elrick straight on the back of his head with a reverse DDT. Love then gets up to his feet as does Madrox who quickly drops a knee over the champion’s forehead. Drake then measures up and drops a forearm directly in the same spot Madrox landed his knee just moments ago.

JH: “Elrick is going to have one tough battle ahead of him. But I know Elrick and I know he’s as tough as nails. If anyone can overcome these odd it’s Elrick!”

CM: “So are you done sucking Elrick’s cock? How about you look at a the match a bit more objectively.”

Extreme Ninja #2 is recovered to his feet and moving toward the two on one attack on Elrick. Just as Madrox goes to drop another body part over Elrick’s head, Ninja hooks his arm and drags him straight over Elrick and right into the legs of Drake knocking him off balance. Ninja then runs quickly bounding up to the top turnbuckle and leaps out to the ropes where he springboards off toward the wobbly Drake. He then hooks his feet around his opponents head and brings him down to the mat with a hurricanrana as the crowd explode with joy.

As Madrox rises to his feet he is met by Elrick who has retook his footing and blasts the former Slam! World Champion in the stomach with a closed fist doubling him over. Elrick then moves in hooking his arm around his enemies neck and hoists him up into the air in a stall suplex. The blood rushes quickly to Sean’s head as Elrick holds him upside down for several seconds. Then just at the right moment Elrick drops him straight onto his head with a brainbuster DDT.

JH: “BBBRRRRRRAIINNNNNNNNBBBBUUUUSSSSTTTTAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Back on the other side of the ring Ninja picks Drake Love up to his feet only to be on the receiving end of a low blow that drops him to his knees in agony. Elrick sees this and goes after Drake who picks Ninja up to his feet and uses him as a human shield as the FSC approaches in an attempt to save himself from Elrick’s wrath. In rage Elrick lunges in and Drake shoves Extreme Ninja into Elrick as he moves out of harms way and behind Elrick where he wraps his arms around his waist and goes for German suplex. Elrick blocks the suplex attempt and throws an elbow that Drake ducks quickly. Love then pulls for the German again but no dice. Extreme Ninja then grabs hold of Elrick and doubles him over and rolls up onto his back so that his feet are able to hook around Drake’s neck and then rolls off Elrick’s back attempting another hurricanrana. This time however Drake holds his ground and blocks the move breaking the feet free from his neck and moves in grabbing him around the waist to lift him up. Ninja leans his weight forward and grabs hold of the top rope and kicks a leg free kicking Love in the shoulder and then rehooks his legs around Drake’s neck and dives his body over the ropes and pulls his opponent head first into the steal cage.

CL: “THAT WAS FUCKING GREAT!”

CM: “Meh…I’ve seen better.”

As Drake staggers away from the cage holding his face in pain he is met by Elrick who catches him with a stiff right hand. This sends Drake back in the other direction toward Ninja who is now back on his feet. He sees Extreme Ninja and turns back toward Elrick but only to stop in his tracks as the two corner him. He then does a quarter turn and staggers in the opposite direction of both men.

Just then a rattle of the cage takes the attention of Elrick and Extreme Ninja #2 and they turn to see Sean Madrox leaping off the cage with a cross body block. To add insult to injury Drake takes advantage of the situation by charging forward and clipping both men’s legs as Madrox lands upon them.

CM: “Get them! Stomp their damn heads! Bust them open!”

CL: “I like the way you think, Chip!”

JH: “You two are demented!”

Both Madrox and Love get to their feet grabbing their own respective man. Madrox with Elrick and Drake with Ninja and they drag their opponents to opposing sides of the cage and throw them into the cage head first. Drake then begins to slam the head of Extreme Ninja into the cage repeatedly as Sean drags Elrick’s face back and forth over the steel cage trying to open him up.

Madrox then turns his head over his shoulder and spots Drake working on Extreme Ninja #2 and decides it is his time to make his move. He makes full sprint for Love and drives a high knee straight into his back making him connect with the cage face first and then drop to the mat holding his face in pain as blood slightly begins to trickle down his forehead from the impact. As Elrick and Ninja slowly recover on opposite sides of the ring and Drake is down holding his face. Madrox positions himself in the middle of the ring and begins to taunt the crowd as though he has already won the match. The fans boo loudly and throw objects at the cage.

Elrick staggers to his feet and moves over toward Madrox spinning him around and takes a punch at him. Sean blocks the punch and goes for his own but his arm is caught in mid punch and he is twirled around and booted to the stomach by Extreme Ninja #2. This doubles Madrox over and Elrick scoops under lifting him up on his shoulders in a firemen’s carry.

JH: “Don’t tell me…..”

CM: “Tell you what?”

CL: “That the twenty minute mark is coming up!”

CM: “FIRE!”

JH: “No!”

Elrick hurls Madrox up into the air in the upright position and as his opponent comes down feet first, Elrick charges forward with a lariat spinning Madrox in mid air and landing the mat with a sickening thud.

JH: “WWWWHHHHHHHIIPPPPPPLLLLLLAAAAASSSSHHHHHHH!!!!”

Madrox crumples to the canvas like a hot heap of shit and Elrick pumps himself up as he celebrates. Though he gets so caught up in the moment that he does not see Drake moving in from behind him ready to pounce on him like a rabid dog.

However, luckily for Elrick his friend Extreme Ninja #2 sees Love and makes a move to save the Fighting Spirit Champion. He bounds quickly to the top rope and just as Drake moves to grab Elrick from behind Ninja leaps into action with a cross body sending both men into the cage.

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The twenty minute mark expires just as both men hit the cage and the flames rush up toward the ceiling as the fans in attendance cheer loudly and also shield their eyes from the brightness and heat from the fire. Both Extreme Ninja and Drake Love are engulfed in flames and drop to the mat rolling about trying to put themselves out.

CM: “HOLY FUCK!!!”

CL: “YOU CAN SAY THAT AGAIN!”

CM: “HOLY F…..”

JH: “We got the picture the first time.”

Stage crew dressed in fire suits quickly open the door and pull the two to the outside as others stand by with extinguishers and douse them down to ensure that they are not burned anymore than they have to. EMT’s rush in wrapping the men in cold wet towels as Elrick looks on at what is going on outside in amazement.

MA: “DRAKE LOVE AND EXTREME NINJA #2 HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”

In the ring Madrox is crawling slowly toward the ropes as Elrick moves on with the match. The champion moves over to his challenger and grabs him around the neck to pull him up. However, Madrox is able to sneak in a cheap shot and poke Elrick in the eyes blinding him momentarily and moves completely to his feet.

CM: “Sean Madrox is well on his way to adding another title to his bevy of championships.”

JH: “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Chip. After all Elrick just destroyed Madrox with the Whiplash!”

CM: “So destroyed in fact that he is back on his feet and has Elrick reeling. Good call, Jonathan!”

As Elrick staggers backwards pawing at his eyes, Madrox takes a moment to shake the cob webs out and moves after the Fighting Spirit Champion. Mr. Phenomenal then jumps into the air connecting with a drop kick that sends Elrick staggering back into the ropes with a very close call with the burning cage.

JH: “NO….NO…NO!!!”

As Elrick bounds back off the ropes Sean charges in connecting with a huge knee to the stomach causing Elrick to flip over and to the mat. He then positions himself with his back turned to the champion as he leaps backwards with a standing moonsault the connects squarely with his opponents mid section and knocks the wind out of him. He then stands to his feet and squares himself up with another attempting to further wear down the champion all in effort to weaken him enough to catch him on fire and win the match. This time however Elrick manages to get his knees up just as Madrox lands and this knocks the wind out of the challenger and he rolls around clenching his stomach.

JH: “He went to the well one too many times with that one!”

CL: “Madrox may just have fucked up his chances of keeping that belt he stole from Elrick.”

Both Elrick and Madrox make their way to the ropes on opposing sides of the ring and begin to pull themselves up with the aid of the ropes. Madrox moves quickly into a corner and leans against it with one arm while the other grasps his midsection. Elrick uses one hand to stabilize himself on the top rope and then makes his way out toward the center of the ring. Madrox sees him approaching and moves out after him slowly. As the two meet in the center of the ring Elrick swing with a right hook but it is blocked by Sean. He then spins Elrick around and then goes to hook the dragon suplex. Thinking quickly Elrick breaks the full nelson and shoots off with a quick elbow. He then spins around grabbing Madrox around the waist and attempts to pull him over with a belly to belly suplex. Madrox manages the block and then tosses Elrick with his own belly to belly suplex. He then stands readied for Elrick to rise to his feet as the champion rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Then just as the champion turns into him……

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CL: “LIIIIIGGGGGHHHTTTSSSSS OUUUUUUUUTTTTT!!!!”

JH: “What the…NOOOOO!”

Elrick staggers backwards with the finisher and since he is so close to the ropes as it is he topples over the top rope and falls against the cage and catches fire. Fuzz signals for the matches end and for the stage crew to get in the ring and put the fires out. Madrox gets up on the middle turnbuckle and makes the infamous ‘X’ taunt making his way around to all for turnbuckles as Fuzz gathers the FSC belt and brings it to him. He then has the referee strap it around his waist and raise his arm high in victory as stage hands and EMT’s clean up the mess from the match.
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CL: Now look at that structure, it’s almost as beautiful as watching someone’s neck get snapped with as head drop.

JH: Someone’s already in sadistic mode.

CM: Would you expect anything more of him?

CL: Coming from the guy who still thinks a wristlock is a highly pricey bracelet, I’d shut it.

JH: Anyway’s, it’s time for the Flycore match, it’ll be in a 15 foot high, chicken wired incased Clockwork Orange House Of Fun Match.

The camera moves to a view of the chicken wired covered 15 foot steel cage, weapons all over the place inside of the ring including four tables, chairs, Singapore canes, even a pair of hand cuffs, ladders and of course a rack of lightubes but as the camera moves to the entrance way "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: The following match is scheduled to be a Clockwork Orange House Of fun match and is for the Flycore Championship! The only way to win this match is by throwing your opponent from the chains above the ring through two tables! First the challenger hailing from Cairo, Egypt, weighing in at one hundred and fifty four pounds… ZESSSBBBOOOCAAA DEEEVVVAAAANNNIIII!!!!

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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.

JH: Zesboca’s wanted this for so long, I believe this has to be her last chance.

CM: Good, gets boring watching these two have bitch wars, we need real talent in there, like me!

CL: Please, you’d get in the ring and try and beat someone with a hair takedown.

CM: I have skills, I just don’t exchange them with amateurs.

The arena lights earn an amber glaze and an impossible amount of red sand, fog, and dust come blowing through the entryway. A vibrating arpeggio rips through our ear-holes to flashing stage strobes.

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Mad awesome guitars burn into our faces and a few acid-green spotlights begin searching through all the amber, looking for the man who appears in the blowing sands.

MA: Making his way to the ring... he stands at five-feet, eleven inches and weighs in tonight at TWO hundred TWELVE pounds... he is your FLLYYYYYYCOOOOOORE CHAMPION! ... ... GRRRRRAAYYYYYYYYVEEERRRRRRR!!!

The Reject of Rejects steps from between the swirling red dust onstage into the clear, holding his title over his left shoulder and a water bottle in his right hand.

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He drinks deep, observing the crowd before his trek down the walkway to the ring. Graver finally reaches the end of his journey and takes another look around, dousing his head with some of the water to wash the grainy sand from it.

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Graver walks over to the ring apron on the side where the cameras usually point. He finishes his water and tosses it into the crowd, climbing the apron and pausing before raising his arms and SCREEEAAAAAAAAAMING with unholy fury, raising fire from all four turnbuckles with explosive results!

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Graver enters the ring and hands his belt off to the ref, climbing a turnbuckle and making a few gestures to the fans before dismounting into his corner and awaiting the start of the match.

CL: The new look Graver and his new style is sheer awesome city, your about to see a instant squash.

JH: He’s more sadistic, that’s all Zesboca has dealt with worse.

CL: What in the extreme profession of lap dancing? I‘m sure dumbass.

CM: Never know, she could of split her pants, that’s extreme trust me!

As both competitors are in the ring, J.J takes the title and gives it to Michael as he then closes the cage door with his cloves on, avoiding ripping his hands open on the chicken wire, the pair then begin to stare at each other, Zesboca looking around the ring, seemingly looking out of place before J.J calls for the bell and it sounds signaling the war to begin. As both begin to circle the ring, avoiding each other to make the first move, Graver eerily happy to be taking things slow as Zesboca seems a bit edgy as both go in for a elbow and collar tie-up, Graver doesn’t really seem to want to get into a grapple war so he drives a knee into Zesboca’s gut and then goes to throw her into the cage, but Zesboca blocks with a elbow to the nose.

CL: A elbow to the nose? A fucking elbow to the nose!

JH: A good reversal, I thought.

CL: Women, the most complex waste of skin ever.

Zesboca seeing Graver reeling then runs to the ropes, leaping up and spring boarding off the second rope, nearly hitting the chicken wired covered cage wall, but nope, she comes back with a cross body towards Graver, but Graver with no out of the craziness reversal shit, simply smacks her right in the stomach with a right fist, making her land and clutch her gut as he smiles, kissing his fist as the fans give him a boo, he simply looks at them and then turns towards Zesboca.

CL: Now that’s a reversal.

JH: But he just punched her?

CL: That’s not just a punch, that’s a Graver punch.

CM: Jonathon it’s ok, sometimes realizing what he says is as hard as making sense of it.

Graver picks up Zesboca by her hair and stands her up, he then grabs her in a headlock, really wrenching away at her head as she tries to break free he just wrenches at it more and more, before taking her over with a extremely sloppy looking headlock takeover. He doesn’t keep it synched in though, releasing the hold he then stands up quickly as she does, looking highly annoyed she doesn’t await a chance, she dives in with some stiff forearm shots to Graver’s cheek, really hitting him hard until Graver was leaning against the ropes, she then backed up and ran at him, but Graver back body tossed her up and she vertically smacked into the cage wall, dropping down and quickly rolling off her back as she didn’t wanna cause the pain to surge.

JH: Ouch!

CL: That’s what makes it so simple, easy offense into even more brutal offense, beautiful.

CM: If you say so.

Graver having much of the offense early on takes the advantage more as he climbs onto Zesboca’s back, leaning a knee over her back he then grabs his fingers into her mouth and pulls her head back with a vile looking camel clutch variation, really wrenching away at it. Zesboca looks in much discomfort as he really wrenches back, almost enjoying how much he’s making her suffer as J.J checks on her, knowing he can’t win like that but he has to make sure she’s ok. Graver then releases the hold before letting her go and moving over to where one of the table’s are placed in the corner, he set’s it up in the middle of the ropes as he throws a ladder aside to do so, placing it nicely he seems satisfied as he turns his attention back to Zesboca.

CM: Zesboca’s doing what every women is good ay, laying on his back.

JH: That’s too sexist Chip.

CL: Honesty hurts, in this case, she’s hurting really bad.

She’s to her feet slowly as Graver moves towards her, he is caught off guard as Zesboca springs to her feet out of nowhere and delivers a beautifully executed super kick, making Graver reel into the table with a thud, not breaking it though, Zesboca sees this and sees a opportunity as she then runs at Graver, but Graver boots her hard in the gut, debuting her over and placing her in a Headscissors. He then lifts Zesboca up and turns towards the table, but Zesboca battled with fists to Graver’s skull making her slip off onto her feet, she lands but only to be caught with a knee to the gut, Graver then head butt’s Zesboca this time making her drop onto the table. Graver then backs off before charging and hitting a suicidal but awesomely violent looking cannonball dive into Zesboca and the table, the entire thing smashes as both Graver and Zesboca drop to the canvas.

CL: BAM!

JH: He just took them both out…

CM: That was the point? Man your so annoyingly stupid sometimes.

Graver sits up after a breather, looking somewhat satisfied as he rubs his neck, Zesboca looks broken as she’s on the canvas holding her gut but she finds something within herself to climb to her feet as Graver dopes too, he moves over and pulls down a chair. He turns around but is met with a dropkick into the chair, into his face reeling him back into the chicken wire cell wall, seemingly stuck to it as the dropkick had some force behind it, Zesboca takes no chances and runs and then leaps! Sandwiching herself into Graver, as she pushes him further into the cage wall, both wrestlers then reel off the wall, Zesboca clutching her gut as Graver drops to his stomach, feeling the cuts in his back.

JH: Zesboca’s taking the fight to Graver now!

CM: By almost killing herself? Yes intelligence prevails.

CL: Not true, they gave you this job didn’t they?

CM: Style Conse, style, remember it well when your wife divorces you for someone more sophisticated.

CL: She’d leave me for a gay like you? I’m hung like a horse man, she’d never leave me.

As Graver feels the cuts he doesn’t even see that Zesboca’s climbed one of the turnbuckle’s trying not to touch the cage wall, she has placed the chair near her and just waits for Graver to stand, he does so as he checks his back but seems more determined to get Zesboca now. As Graver turns towards Zesboca she leaps off the top, grabbing one of the chains and using her athletic skills to use the momentum swinging and then coming off with what seems to be a variated shooting star press before coming down upon Graver with a shooting star press into a DDT, Graver’s skull gets DRIVEN! Into the chair as Zesboca lands on her back, J.J checks on both as the crowd explode into a “Holy Shit!” Chant.

CL: Oh come on, this is wrestling, not the Olympics…

CM: You know they wrestle at the Olympics so that argument’s over…

CL: So Kurt Angle won his gold medal‘s with a shooting star press DDT? A corkscrew kick to the balls?

CM: I don’t know, tossing people is something I leave to you to commentate on.

JH: Well… nice DDT! Sorry needed a conversation splitter.

Zesboca begins to stir as Graver shakes his head to towards J.J., Zesboca then climbs to her feet slowly, placing herself on her feet she then grabs up the ladder Graver previously threw to the ground. She grabs it and place sit in the corner, before turning and moving toward the kneeling Graver, picking him up she nails a stiff kick right to his chest before lifting him to his feet she then proceeds to run to the ropes, but as she does she comes back looking for a kick but seeing Graver coming in for a lariat she evades with a roll, but instantly as she stands BAM! Lariat out of nowhere turning her inside out almost as Graver drops to one knee giving her a disgusted look.

CL: LLLLLLLLARRRRIAATTTTTTAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

Graver doesn’t look at all done though as he looks around at the ring, realizing he could fuck her up more and wants to now so he grabs the dented chair from the previous SSP DDT, he then opens it up as he grabs the seated position and places it on Zesboca’s lower back then applies a sleeper hold as he sits on the chair, pulling Zesboca back with a completely fucked up looking sleeper hold variation, even the crowd let off a disgusted sound.

JH: Oh my god! Come on J.J. stop him!

CL: Why? That’s fucking awesome, that’s innovation for you.

CM: Sitting down on someone? See I could be a wrestler, then again I’m too hot for wrestling.

CL: So hot your make-up’s drying off? You’re a gay admit it, that doors still open for you Chip.

Graver grinning as he keeps wrenching away at it stops as he then jumps up on the chair before jumping off and stomps on Zesboca’s head, smacking it into the canvas as she just lays there as Graver soaks in the hatred from the fans. He then picks up the chair off Zesboca’s back, re-closing it before moving it towards one of the corner’s as he places it between the top and middle rope, he then moves towards Zesboca who’s nose seems to be trickling with blood and her back’s got several little cuts from previous reaction with the chicken wire, either way Graver back rake’s her back making her move towards chair that’s set up as she feels the cuts spread a little.

JH: He’s trying to re-open her wounds!

CL: I know, it‘s fuckin cool, look at that blood trickle from her spine.

CM: Someone’s near wood, amusing really.

CL: I might have a raging erection over blood, but least I don’t master-debate over the next fashion magazine bitch.

Zesboca is by the chair as Graver moves over towards her but as she does, she snaps a kick back into his balls, not even caring as Graver double’s over clutching them as Zesboca then leaps up and springboards over Graver with a moonsault, but as she rotates she comes over grabbing his shoulders and nails a variation of the back cracker to Graver who then reels forwards towards the chair…

JH: Whoa!

CL: She couldn’t just stand there and do that? Nope she has to twirl and shit first.

…Zesboca ain’t done as she kips up onto her feet and then looks towards Graver who turns towards her, she then runs at him but Graver lunge’s forwards into her legs, the velocity of which she is hit makes her flip over causing her to crash upside down into the chair with such force the chair is bent as she drops to her stomach and Graver drops to his stomach.

CL: Flip out of that!

JH: These two want each other dead, it’s scary.

After awhile Graver begins himself to his feet looking over towards Zesboca she’s down and he sees a chance to set up some brutal ideas in his mind, he stands up ad moves towards the tables, placing two beside one and another he also places some lightubes over them before moving over and grabbing the Singapore cane, turning though Zesboca is nowhere to be seen, well she is when Graver looks up. Zesboca’s rope walking the top of the chains above the ring and as Graver looks up she DIVES onto him with a crazy suicide moonsault, crushing both back down to the canvas as the Singapore cane snaps in half on impact.

JH: Zesboca! Not going down without a fight!

CM: Nope, it’s usually for money… but we won’t go there…

CL: You haven’t got anywhere to go Chip, but it’s ok, the fans need valuable information.

Zesboca quickly stands still clutching her gut as she attempts to climb to the top rope once again, seeing the stacked tables and her chance to win she had to lure Graver up on the chains. But as she struggled to get to jump higher, what she didn’t see is that Graver was up and looking towards her, his back bleeding as was Zesboca’s but he knew what was at stake so he slowly walked towards her, Zesboca moved cautiously down the top rope as Graver climbed the top rope too. They both then seem to meet on the tope rope as Graver blocked a Zesboca kick as he smashed her face into the cage wall, making her face imprint into the chicken wire, he then grabbed her in a front chancery, but Zesboca fighting the pain used the ropes momentum and leaped up hitting a enziguiri which sandwiched Graver’s skull into the cage wall, the chicken wire ripping into his face as Zesboca landed hard on the canvas as Graver just dropped, crotching himself on the top rope.

CL: Ok, she’s getting sexier with all this blood… but she still…

JH: Has a chance, yes the fans and I know it!

CM: He was obviously gonna say sucks better then you, don’t cry Jonathon.

As Zesboca stirs getting to her feet she sees Graver who is crotched on the top rope, she feels her cheek as the crimson face paint is there but knowing her chance is burdening, she moves to the opposite side of the ring and climbs the top rope. She again then leaps up onto the chains as she begins to slowly and carefully climb along them as she screams at Graver “Come and Get me!” Graver looks to see her and gives her a look of annoyance as she slowly climbs up back to his feet, still feeling the pain of the match but climbs up too as there both on the chains now, the fans seem even more psyched.

JH: Things just got highly dangerous!

CL: No, it just got awesome, someone’s gonna be fucked up in a few minutes you watch.

Graver and Zesboca slowly move towards one and another, not even close they both seem cautious before coming face to face, but not looking on they start firing at each other with forearm shots, each blow looking highly dangerous as they could fall, Zesboca seems to be winning as she keeps on nailing Graver with stiff forearms before using her athletic balance she stands on the two chains nearest her and as she does though Graver punches her straight in the gut, looking down he sees the two tables and stands himself, not as athletically but he still stands under hooking hr arms and placing her in a headscissors…

JH: He wouldn’t!

CM: Oh yes he is going to…

Graver then picks her up and lifts her ina vertical pedigree before pushing her away as she falls to the canvas, she SMASHES! Straight through all of the two tables and lightubes to a huge “HOLY FUCK!” chant!

CL: WHIIIIIIITTTTTE NOOOOIIIIIISEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

…As Graver almost falls too, but he catches a chain and hangs there as the broken body of Zesboca lay in the carnage of the tables, Graver then drops down to a big thud as the bell sounds…

MA: Your winner! And STTILLLLL FLLYYYYYYCOOOOOORE CHAMPION! ... ... GRRRRRAAYYYYYYYYVEEERRRRRRR!!!

The fans don’t know what to do as Graver lay on his back as does Zesboca as JJ checks on the pair the cage doors are opened and Graver’s given his title as EMT’s come to check on the pair, but as they do Graver brings out a small dagger from under his pants and looks towards Zesboca…

JH: Hey what’s that, oh come on it’s not that personal you won!

CL: NGIW here we go! Another death.

JH: J.J Stop him!

CM: Screw that, I’d run if I was him…

Graver pushes the EMT’s aside and if they come near threaten them with his dagger as he sits over the knocked out Zesboca he then places his dagger to Zesboca’s forehead as he craves into her skin a Egyptians all seeing eye marking, the fans boo heavily as the EMT‘s try to get him off Zesboca, Graver grins as he makes his leave from the ring, title in hand as Zesboca’s forehead is now marked and bloodied.

JH: What the hell was that about?

CL: I don’t know, but something tells me pretty girl ain’t gonna be too happy.

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In a surprise upset it seemed the Straight Edge Savior was not on his game tonight. Though he attempted valiantly to force Momoko into the same Straight Edge Hell he granted Graver, Momoko ended up being the one victorious, holding the UIC high over a beaten and bloodied Onikage. She then proceeded to use Orochi on his downed form until she was torn away by referees.

Winner: Momoko
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JH: Here we go with easily one of the most anticipated contests at FIW Lockdown, a Tag Team title war that has gotten SO personal!

CM: But unlike your little wet fantasies permit, the Revolution ISN’T walking away the winners!

Darkness descends around the Skydome, as the DeadlockTrons take us back to better days: Nagoya ROCK '04, the second band on the Saturday morning. A burly white haired drummer starts us off with an ominous rolling beat, although that is perhaps the only ominous thing about the band. One guitarist is jumping and bouncing and running up the stage, as he lets a few chords ring out over the drums, and a bassline underneath comes from a tall lady dressed too well to be on stage at a festival. A second guitarist stands away on the side, playing, and the only one seemingly not willing to infect life into proceedings. Even the singer, a ponytailed kid with a crutch seems more mobile, as he exhorts the crowd for his band's last song of a thirty minute set. A familiar song to most in attendance then, not so for those at the Rogers Centre today. The beat reaches its climax, and the sing shouts one single letter to the entire world...

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Back to Deadlock, the stage explodes once again as X Japan's Anthem, and the theme of Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka starts up properly. At the edge of it already, stands Mr. Blond, combing his hair as ever he did, and surveying the crowd with mocking contempt. The gig on the DeadlockTrons continues as a familiar voice begins to belt out the song, as Mr. Blond walks to about half way.

MA: Introducing first, fighting out of Nagoya, Japan, by way of Darkest, Louisiana; weighing into tonight at a total of Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds, The team of Mr. Blond, Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka; The TAAAAANAAAAAKAAAAAA ZAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIBAATSUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!

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Kanjite Miro!
X
Sakende Miro!
X
Subete Nugisutero!
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Red Cross shaped pyro goes up over the stage in time with the chorus; and at last Daisuke appears; screaming along with himself from three years ago, hold his arms out for the crowd to chant X, while he sings the rest. He knows they won't. He knows they hate him, but that doesn't seem to stop him.

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Kanjite Miro!
X
Sakende Miro!
X
Kokoro Moyase!
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The solo begins and his face splits open into a grin, as he sprints down like lightning to the ring; blowing past his associate and vaulting straight up onto the top rope in the blink of an eye. Mr. Blond follows at a rather more sedate pace, but enters the ring eventually, and stretches in a neutral corner as the boss pulls his hood up in his corner.

JH: Certainly a lavish entrance from the Tanaka Zaibatsu, unlike what we’ve come to expect!

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

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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, Chris Sanders and Grant Rice follow him out a moment later, all raising the 'R' handsign to the crowd on opposite sides of the ramp, the theme song barely being heard over the noise.

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


They converge at the center of the stage and head down the ramp, Nightmare tagging hands with the fans as Grant and Chris just head straight for the ring, stopping at the apron to wait for Nightmare to reach them so that Night slides underneath the ropes before Grant enters 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 Chris Sanders quietly as the music and lights fade away, leaving the crowd at a fevered pitch and ready for war.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, FIW Lockdown continues with this one-fall tag team match, and it is for the FIW Tag Team Championship OF THE WORLD! Introducing first, the challengers standing to my left, fighting out of Nagoya, Japan and Darkness, LOUUUISIANA respectively, they are at a total combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds, Daisuke “The Crow” Tanaka and Mr. Blond, THE TANAKAAAAAA ZAIBATSU!

The crowd showers the Zaibatsu with boos as their steely gaze does not waver on the champs, Mr. Blond stretching in the corner and Daisuke simply smirking.

MA: Annnd their opponents to my right, they are the reigning and defending World Tag Team Champions and are accompanied tonight by Christopher Sanders, at a total combined weight of five hundred and twenty three pounds, fighting out of Portland, Oregon and KAAAANSAS CITY, MISSOURI respectively, Nightmare, Grant Rice, THEY ARE THE REVOLUUUUUUTION!

Huge cheers now for the champs as Nightmare drapes his half of the belts down in front of him, pointing at Daisuke and then Blond as Grant mirrors Daisuke’s confident smirk, knocking his fists together as if he cannot wait to pound Daisuke’s face in. The ref takes both belts as Chris drops to the floor, lounging in the Revolution’s corner, and when the bell rings he starts calling out instructions right away, Grant having already been chosen to hang out on the apron for now, meaning the Prince of Pain will start the match, and Daisuke The Crow will meet him.

JH: This is interesting here—I wonder if Daisuke, having had his ‘epiphany’ and declaring that he will not cheat in this match (yeah, right), will attack Nightmare head on here.

Nightmare squares up into a fighting stance, watching Daisuke warily, visually begging him to get close so he can get a measure of payback, but Daisuke would rather keep constantly moving, heading to the left, then the right, never taking his eyes off of Nightmare, he then tucks into a roll and tumbles past the Prince of Pain, finally finishing his movements by cartwheeling back towards Nightmare so that he’s facing him, coming up within arm’s reach of the Purple and Black Attack which proves to be the first mistake of the match, as Nightmare has decked The Crow with a right hand! He picks up the 205 pounder and muscles him into the corner, pushing his chin back with one hand as he tells the Toronto crowd to ‘shhhhh..’ with the finger to his lips and everything, once the crowd quiets down Nightmare rears back and SLAPS Daisuke across the chest, knocking the air out of the Ninja leader of the Tanaka Zaibatsu!

CM: So he gets his revenge with a girly-slap. Way to go, Night.

CL: You try breathing after Nightmare slaps you so hard your heart falls out of your ass.

Daisuke drops down to one knee, gasping for air, as Nightmare hoists him back up and whips him across the ring, Dai having enough faculties about him once he hits the corner to roll out of the way of a coming body avalanche, making Nightmare hit the turnbuckle chest first, Daisuke recovers enough to charge and drop into a low dropkick, hitting the right knee, the braced knee, Nightmare going down to a knee and yelping a little bit in pain, opening himself up for a low kick to the back, now Daisuke seems to have the advantage taken away from the Revolution as he allows Nightmare to get up and move to the center of the ring, rolling to the side again to run at Nightmare who faces him at just the last second, Dai flips over him for a sunset flip but can’t get the big man over as he shifts his body weight to his legs, standing taut, he counters the sunset flip attempt by grabbing Daisuke by the throat and lifting him to his feet, he keeps hold of the choke on Daisuke and pops his hips, suplexing Daisuke over his head and sliding him to the floor after he bounces on the mat!

JH: WHOA! That is scary power from the Prince of Pain!

CL: Watch the fuck out! A choke suplex, I’ve never seen something like that!

Dai crouches Spider-man style, tying up his belt and feeling the terrific pain that comes with a move like that, as Nightmare beckons him to bring the fight back in the ring. Dai slides back in the ring but slaps Nightmare’s hands away as he tries to grab at The Crow, low kicking him in the knee hard twice to drive the big man down to a knee so he can tag in Mr. Blond, Blond helping Daisuke stomp away at the knee for a couple moments, then Blond levels out the knee and drops his own knees across it, starting to work on the right leg of Nightmare. He reaches up, keeping the knee level and tags Daisuke in so he can sprint to the other side of the ring, come back and low dropkick Nightmare in the knee as Blond now scoots to the outside.

JH: Now the Zaibatsu have the advantage back as they are going for the knee of the Prince of Pain!

CM: As long as he doesn’t tag Captain Homey now we’re OK. Come on Zaibatsu!

JH: “We’re” OK?

CM: They’re nice guys. Daisuke’s invited me onto his yacht once.

CL: Let’s hope he mistook you for one of his real friends.

Dai now ‘helps’ Nightmare to his feet by bringing him up with a knucklelock, kicking him hard in the chest when he’s up to a knee. This stuns Nightmare and allows Daisuke to follow up by quickly spinning through into a La Magistral!

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Night powers out![/align]


The kickout surprises Daisuke a little bit as he gets up to his feet, Nightmare staggering up to his, Dai throws a kick but Nightmare steps into it, connecting with the kick at a lesser point of force, and uses his free arm (The one he didn’t take the kick with) and clotheslines Daisuke to the mat! He yells out to the crowd, limping on his bad leg, and tries to whip Daisuke into the ropes but he jumps up and springboards onto the ropes, looking for a kick, he had the bad misfortune though of springboarding into the Revolution’s half of the ring, because Grant Rice is there waiting for him with an overhand shot that drops him off the ropes, allowing Nightmare to bounce off the ropes and drop an elbow! Night stays on him and covers..


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Night stays on him and pulls him over to Grant Rice, tagging him in, they both together whip Daisuke into the ropes and jump, nailing him with a double shoulderblock! Dai goes down as Night exits the ring, Grant now picking up Daisuke and nailing him with a couple hook punches to the jaw, staggering Dai back, he pushes Dai and whips him into the ropes but Daisuke reverses, springboarding off the ropes behind him and connecting with a round kick off the ropes, dropping Grant Rice hard! Dai follows up by picking Grant up long enough to wrap him up in a Rolling Prawn cradle..

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Grant slips out![/align]


CM: They’ve got ‘em, they’ve got ‘em..

JH: This isn’t over yet, but man, is this match getting crazy!

Grant combat rolls onto his feet, a split second before Daisuke gets up, he throws a round kick at Grant’s head but Grant ducks it, waiting until he turns back around at which point Dai is the victim of a drop toe hold into the second rope, he doesn’t linger there for long as Nightmare comes running over, bringing his good leg crashing down on the back of Dai’s head with a legdrop! He lands on the floor, hobbling a little bit on his bad knee as Grant pulls Dai out to the center of the ring, wanting to smash his knee against the mat but Daisuke kicks him away by turning around as he picked Daisuke’s leg up, Dai rolls to his feet and then rolls forward when Grant’s facing him, drilling him with a Koppou Kick! Grant goes down and Daisuke goes to the ropes now, getting up on the top and poising himself for a missile dropkick, once Grant pulls himself back up to his feet Dai springs off, connecting perfectly! Grant hits the ground hard again and Dai rolls him up in a stacked pin once he gets up..

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Kickout by Grant, kicking Daisuke away from him, Grant sees an opening and immediately springs at Daisuke, locking on Straight Mizery! He rolls over so he can stand up with the move, wrenching at Daisuke’s ankle as hard as he can while the Toronto crowd erupts!

CL: STRAIGHT MIZERY!

CM: Oh, NO! It’s no more than fifteen minutes into the match and he’s already got it!?

JH: This one could be over quickly!

However not, though, because Mr. Blond has entered the ring and breaks up the hold with a shot to the back of the head, before Grant can start to apply some serious damage. Blond quickly ducks to the outside as now, Daisuke gets up, favoring his ankle a little bit, he snaps off a kick to the chest that nails Grant square on, uprighting Rice, he goes for a Judo shoulder throw but Grant sets his weight, making sure his mass is too much for Dai to throw, he clocks Daisuke in the jaw with a short jab, making him break his grip, he staggers back and rushes forward, leaping past Grant and rolling him up into a schoolboy cradle, but Grant kicks out before any count can be made, Daisuke is to his feet first while Grant scoots over to his corner and tags Nightmare in, Nightmare entering through the ropes and taking a low kick to the knee right away, but Nightmare answers with a HARD shot to the head, staggering Daisuke again as The Revolution has been throwing the heavy lumber all match, Chris Sanders pounding the mat, cheering his men on. Nightmare follows up with another haymaker and whips Dai into the ropes, Dai trying to springboard up and come back with a flying kick, but Nightmare moves to the side and goes with Dai’s momentum, catching him on the way over and WHIRLING HIM INTO THE MAT WITH THE END OF DAYS! Nightmare stays on for the cover..

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KICKOUT by Daisuke![/align]


JH: What a tag team encounter! Many times both teams have had the chance to put this match away, but the opposing team just will not go down!

Blond has entered the ring now and tries to bulrush Nightmare to get him off of Daisuke, but Night sidesteps Blondie and sends him hurtling over the top rope to the outside, Grant entering the ring now and as Blond gets up, Grant hauls ass towards the ropes and flies inbetween the second and top ropes, completing a TOPAAAAAYYYYYY that takes out Mr. Blond! The crowd cheers the sudden risk taking by Grant Rice, as now Nightmare picks up Daisuke but Dai slaps his hands away, spinning and connecting with a Solbat kick, trying to knock the big man down, he goes for a thrust kick but Night catches his foot and spins him around, snagging him up in a chickenwing! CURE FOR THE ITCH IS ON—No! Dai tucks and rolls through into a heel cross hold!

JH: Oh, this is bad for the Revolution! The knee of Nightmare cannot take much more!

CL: New champs right here, baby!

On the outside Blondie has sent Grant Rice into the apron headfirst and tries to slide in to make sure nobody interferes with the submission, but Grant Rice grabs both his feet pulling him down onto his belly, he quickly slides in and applies the anklelock again, a submission hold now applied on a competitor from each team! The crowd erupts, trying to with their energy beg the Prince of Pain to hang on just until Mr. Blond taps out, Grant Rice grapevining the ankle now as he is trying as hard as he can to make Blond submit, Daisuke doing the same to Nightmare torquing the leg with the heel hold! However both men absolutely refuse to give up, wanting to keep their team in it so badly that they don’t give a damn about the pain!

JH: Nightmare’s gotta hold out here!

CL: Ya’ gotta wonder if his knee can hang on until Blond taps! His ankle looks absolutely fucking grotesque with Grant twisting it the way he is!

The arena is literally rumbling now with the noise, the crowd trying to urge Blond to tap, urge Nightmare to hang on, as Nightmare is screaming in pain because of his knee but still refuses to submit, refuses to surrender the Tag Team titles, Blond refusing to surrender the Zaibatsu’s chances! Grant continues to torque and torque, Daisuke screaming ‘TAAAAAAAAAAAP!’, the referee checking both men! All of a sudden, he looks up and calls for the bell!

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

JH: What!? Did someone tap?!

CM: I think Nightmare did! New CHAMPS!

The crowd and the competitors are confused as the referee goes over to converse with Michael Anderson, before MA gets up and states the following.

MA: “Ladies and gentlemen….The thirty minute time limit has expired, therefore Mark Jackson has declared this bout a DRAW! Due to this ruling, STILL the FIW Tag Team Champions…REVOLUUUUUUTION!”

CM: WHAT THE HELL!? TRAVESTY! FIX! THE REVOLUTION FIXED THE FUCKING MATCH!

JH: Nightmare must have known or something that the 30 minute time limit was drawing close, and although his knee couldn’t take much more damage he knew he had to hold on until the very end, and thanks to his perseverance they get a 30 minute draw and retain the Tag Team titles!

“Damage Done” reprises as Grant takes both tag team titles, Chris Sanders helping Nightmare out of the ring so that he can walk to the back, Grant holding up the titles once they converge in the entranceway, Chris Sanders saying something about although that’s not the win they wanted, they’ll take it anyway. Daisuke and Mr. Blond meanwhile are livid that such a thing happened, as Dai knew he had Nightmare so close to submitting.

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MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Main Event of the Evening; a Cage Match for the World Heavyweight Title, the Global Heavyweight Championship; the Full Intensity Wrestling DUAL CROWN!!!

A spotlight shines down on the ring as Michael Anderson makes his announcement, and for the final time at Deadlock, the Steel Cage descends, as the crowd roar and bray, and await the main event.

JH: This is it! We’ve had the Tag Titles, the FSC, the UIC and the FCC. New challengers for Summer of Sin have been confirmed. Only one thing is left.

CL: The Dual Crown.

CM: Maj Tahal! The Hardcore Pussy! Aww Yeah!!!

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

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

[align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire
Fire
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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.

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.

With the participants, and their respective seconds all gathered in the ring, Michael Anderson makes ready for his introductions, as Tony Clarke takes charge of the two belts comprising the Dual Crown.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen; the following contest is you Main Event of the evening, a Steel Cage match for the Dual Crown Championship.

CM: Oh yeah, this is the one; the one that all these people are here for. Everyone gets to see Maj Tahal claim his prize from the Grand Prix all those cuts, all those bruises, all months, all those mil-

CL: Yeah, Dorothy, that’s a nice list; but you’re forgetting one crucial thing.

CM: What possible advantage can this wussy masked freak, who needs to saw off his ass every time he sits on a steel chair have over the Indian of Mass Destruction?

JH: Shut up, you two. It’s Introduction time.

MA: Introducing first, in the corner to my left, from Bombay, Michigan, accompanied by General Kumar Singh; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Forty Pounds; the Challenger… MAJ TAAAAAHAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!

CL: What you are forgetting, Gladys, is that XK kicks people in the face.

MA: And his opponent, from Shoal Bay, Australia, accompanied by the Lovely Lucy; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Fifty Five Pounds, he is Your Full Intensity Wrestling Global Heavyweight Champion and Your World Heavyweight Champion; XTREEEEEEEEEEEEME KIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEEEENN!!!!

CL: Hard.

[align=center]DINGDINGDING!!![/align]

Straight out of the corner, before even the seconds have left and the two cage doors are locked and chains, XK seemingly hears Constance’s endorsement of his skills and puts his to good use, with the Cat Kick!

JH: Cat Kick, Already?

CM: Shakti, Already?

CL: Wow, you’d think they were fighting for the biggest prize in Pro Wrestling and wanted to take it early on or something

XK spins out of the way of the Spear, and lets Maj try to slam on the brakes before he brains himself on the cage, and it works for Maj, and he doesn’t even seen the Kitten charge in, leading with his knee. It isn’t too much of a stretch to imagine that that’s what he would do, so hitting the deck is the order of the day, and no amount of knee pad is able to save XK’s knee from the steel.

CM: Remind me again what use hard kicks are, when all you hit is Cage?

Maj, in fact wants to try the kicking thing himself, sending a few shooty kicks in the direction of the champion’s knee. This is perhaps not the greatest idea he has ever had, because XK is more than capable of kicking right back, but the plan is not completely without merit, now that an opening has been created. Maj however is in no mood to commit fully to a strike war, as XK’s low kick/palm strike combo hurts. Sensing this, Xtreme Kitten slides in with a forearm, and a knee.

JH: The match has steadied down a bit now.

CM: Yep, that’s Maj’s strategy, control and vary the pace.

CL: So he’s varying the pace, not wussing out?

One of the knees is caught, into a tackle, and Maj unloads the strikes onto XK’s mask! The advantage is short lived; instead of taking the time to pick his shots, Maj flails wildly, and the Kitten gets his arms in the way, sneaking his hands towards the IMD’s head, grabbing his ears so that he can rock his frontal lobe with a headbutt!

JH: Mark of the Champion, being able to stay calm no matter the situation.

CL: Unlike Chip.

CM: *Shaking Constance:* What’s he gonna do, what’s he gonna do?

The answer to the question is for Mr. Tahal to uncross his eyes, take a step back and drive his knee into the side of the leg that XK smacked on the steel earlier. The next step is to roll him over and get that most Indian of holds on, the Indian Deathlock. XK’s face could well show off a deep agony, it could be split open into a grin; the mask makes it hard to tell but a grin may well be unlikely, although the question from Tony Clarke about whether or not he wants to give up is a resounding no.

CL: Would a submission even count in this match?

CM: Even if it doesn’t, it’s still what Hitchen calls the Mark of the Champion, being able to pick out the weakness and mercilessly attack.

JH: That’s not what I said.

CM: It doesn’t matter, Bitchen, no-one listens to you anyway.

JH: Sorry, what was that?

The banter’s cut off by gasps of awe, throughout the arena as XK manages to press himself up, once and then twice, and then Powering out, up to his knees, sending Maj rolling away. The crowd egg XK on as he sprints up to hit the Kao Dode, or JAMPING KNEE to all you Jumbo Tsuruta fans out there.

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Part sigh, part scream, the call synonymous with the great man goes up from the crowd, and XK even raises his clenched fist in recognition. Tahal is stunned, but XK needs to shake out his leg, before sending out a decidedly un-Jumbo like kick, striking Maj Tahal in the chest like a .45 bullet. Taking a breath in, the next kick is more of a 12-gauge shotgun shell, which sends the challenger flying into the corner.

CM: OOOOOHHHHH!!!

JH: That was the Jun Akiyama style JAMPING KNEE into the corner, not the Jumbo Tsuruta style in the middle of the ring.

CL: You’re missing the point, Bitchen; he just kneed him in the Fucking Face!

Maj drops to his knees, and XK makes his first attempt at an escape, scrambling up vertically, with all the agility of well, a cat. Despite the speed, a hand around his ankle stops him. Instead of trying to kick him away, XK drops off, feet first onto Maj’s chest. Multiple Garvin Stomps follow.

CL: Cheer up, Chip; your boy might have a few teeth left by tomorrow.

JH: I know the number of a good dentist.

CM: I thought you had good teeth for an Englishman.

Meanwhile the stomping continues, ever onwards, into the middle of the ring as Maj tries to roll away. XK makes another attempt at an escape, leaping up onto the top rope, in preparation to hop up towards the top and safety; unfortunately he gets dizzy from that great height, and freezes up. Lucy geeing him on isn’t enough to overcome it. Maj climbs up to join him, and takes him around the waist…

JH: Good Sweet Christ! German Suplex off the Top Rope!!!

CM: That might have hurt Maj, but it looks like it Murdered the Hardcore Pussy!

Apt description there, neither man takes that too well, and both lie there. And they lie there. And still they lie. The crowd are still electric, the commentators are still babbling, and both seconds are frenetically trying to stir their charges from outside, but to those outside, all of this fades into obscurity as the two warriors crawl towards their own corners, where their true support awaits. The difference between the two becomes clear soon. General Kumar Singh advises a swift withdrawal, and calls for Maj to leave ASPCQ; Lucy believe that Mr. Tahal needs more of a kicking. XK moves to oblige…

JH: Sweet Zombie Jesus, What A Moonsault!

CM: That was beautiful.

Tony Clarke basically ignores a pinfall attempt, as he explains that escape is the only way. A pointless argument follows, and Maj wobbles on his way back to the corner to get a foothold up towards the Dual Crown. He reaches the top rope, looks at the General, and looks and XK, flitting between the two, before deciding his next course of action. Huge distance on the Senton Atomico is the order of the day, rolling across the Champion’s chest as he tries to sit up!

JH: That was nothing about grace, or style, or looking cool, that was proper High Flying, smashing your opponent with your body.

Maj can feel it. What he can feel cannot be accurately put into words The crowd have forgiven all his previous dickishness for now, all that matters is that he is ready to kill himself and Xtreme Kitten for the win. Wrapping his fingers in the laces of the Kitten Mask, and gets ready to Bolta him through the very ring!

CM: KA BLAMMMOOO!!!

CL: Eloquent as ever…

XK gets his arms tied up, and his head cradled; Maj leans back into the Shudda, not caring any more about the usual methods of winning, only about incapacitating his opponent. It’s this thinking that leads him to bring his head sharply into contact with XK’s, who slumps back. Maj drags him up to his feet, and sends him down once more with some kind of Anaconda STO type thing.

CM: And here we go! This one’s done! Watch Maj take this! He’s gone!

CL: No, he ain’t.

JH: … Oh… Oh My…

Jonathon Hitchen is perhaps the only person in the arena struck dumb by the following turn of events: Upon ascending the cage, inch by agonising inch, Maj Tahal, Dual Crown in sight, thinks better of this plan, and decides that he actually wants to leave through the door. It is a strange time to entertain this plan, now that he’s on the lip of the top of the cage. Oh well, how to get down? Two words: Bombay Nights.

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JH: I don’t think he’s moving…

With the extra height afforded by the top of the cage, Maj Tahal gets in a full Eight Hundred and Ten degrees of rotation before landing on his face in the centre of the ring, in the space that was, until a short time ago, occupied by Xtreme Kitten. The impact, understandably, knocks the IMD silly, and his misery is repeatedly compounded by at least three urakens.

CM:

A rare moment of silence from the commentary booth, as the Champion regains the form that won him the title in the first place, with lots of spinning, and lots of backfists. It is entirely possible that Maj is not quite dead yet, and between the punches to the face, barely regains his footing.

CM: Ew, his face is bleeding…

CL: Silence, cretin; that is a veritable fountain of vitality, as redeeming feature of an otherwise useless lump, brightening up the lives of everyone who watches both in the arena, and at home.

JH: Eh?

CL: I Said… BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDAAAAAAHHH!!

Blood, all over Maj’s mouth, all over XK’s fist, and starting to speckle the ring mat. Looking at his hand somewhat incredulously in the face of a laughing Indian demon [sorry, too tired to think up a good Hindu metaphor] Kitten steps back and lines up Kao Loi!!!

CL: And did I just hear a nose cave in?

JH: If you did, you got a damn fine pair of ears, I can’t hear anything over this crowd.

And the Xtreme Kitten makes his own attempt to escape, drawing himself up the cage by the corner where Lucy awaits, driving him forward to overcome his self professed fear of falling. The ever increasing fall seems rather daunting, but the Kitten gets to the top, swings one leg over…

CM: Hahaha Go Maj!!!

Maj Tahal, with everything he has left, drives his fist into the back of the Dual Crown Champion’s bad knee! With a howl of pain, Xtreme Kitten Is dragged down, being crotched on the cage, before being thrown down, down, down…

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Deafening silence fills the Rogers Centre. In one corner, a bloodied Maj Tahal hauls himself over the top of the cage, down the other side of the ring, Lucy pushes the ring monkey out of the way, pulling the door open…

JH: And it comes down to this: A Blood Stained Foot Race, between a man who probably doesn’t know his own name right now, and a man whose knee can barely support his weight…

Maj reaches the top of the cage; XK lurches towards Lucy; Maj reaches over and drops down, XK leaps through the ropes towards the door, who hits the floor first…?



MA: Ladies and Gentlemen; after reviewing the replays, Head Referee Tony Clarke has a decision. The winner of this contest… And Still Dual Crown Champion; XTREEEEEEEEME KITTTTEEEEEEEENNNN!!!!

Tony Clarke doesn’t get much of a ceremony as he hands over the belts to Xtreme Kitten. Body Hammer hits one last time, XK with the Belts around his waist and over his shoulder makes his wobbly way to the back.

CL: This has been FIW's Deadlock, folks, a friggin' night to remember! Tune in next Wednesday for ReVolt! You wouldn't DARE fucking miss it!

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