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ReVolt; 06-22-07
Topic Started: Jun 23 2007, 06:11 AM (316 Views)
Crimson Shards
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[align=center]The bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal

With the bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz

I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a fuckin' minute

I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a second

I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS

I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.

I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS

I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.

la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh

The bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal

With the bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz

I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a fuckin' minute

I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a second

I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS

I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.

I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS

I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.

I don't find it funny right now
Right now
I want my m-m-m-money right now
Now
I'm on my way to the party right now
Right now

I don't find it funny right now
Right now
I want my m-m-m-money right now
Now
I'm on my way to the party right now
Right now

Because the break
The break
THE BREAK

I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS

I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.

I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me
Hit my
BADASS

I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.
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Copyright 2007, Full Intensity Wrestling in associate with Sporkco. Studios[/align]
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JH: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to another edition of ReVolt!

CL: The two wrestlers in our first match of the night are already in the ring.

CM: Dragon’s challenge was accepted by…Thor!

JH: Close Chip, his name is Odin.

CL: For those of you who don’t know, in mythology, Odin was the father of Thor.

CM: I don’t care, Thor is cooler. Go get him Thor, swing that axe! …Or guitar….or whatever it is…


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


Despite the bell ringing, Dragon continues to play up to the crowd with hardly any reaction from them outside of a few children since no one cares about jobbers. Fortunately luck seems to be on his side for the time being, as he notices Odin coming at him like a steam roller and runs past him to avoid him. The two bounce off of the ropes on opposite sides of the ring and charge towards one another again, this time Dragon looks for a lariat. Only the Rock Deity ducks his attempt and they hit the ropes again, this time around however Dragon’s luck runs out when a few of his teeth fly into the air from a haymaker!

CL: Holy shit! He literally just knocked some of Dragon’s teeth out!

CM: Yay! I bet he couldn’t do that without his hammer’s mighty powers though.

JH: I believe he calls that the Fist of the All-Father! Wait…Chip, do you think Odin is DC Comics’ Thor?

With a splat the worst wrestler in FIW history hits the canvas, his five now missing teeth hit it shortly afterwards. After a few groans and screams of agony later, Dragon tries to crawl towards his teeth to retrieve them, except Odin isn’t allowing that to happen. Showing a bit of a heartless side, the Fully Intense Warlord drives the bottom of his boot onto the face of his opponent, making him go limp. Like he was a baby, Odin snatches a handful of the smaller man’s tights and throws him over his shoulder and leads him towards the corner.

CM: I kinda like this guy, he is pretty ruthless.

JH: I have to admit, Odin’s sheer strength is frightening!

CL: Hey, what do ya know, I like the guy too because of the blood Dragon is spewing from his mouth right now.

Surprisingly the biker is rather gentle when he plops the lifeless vessel of his foe up on the perch that is the top turnbuckle facing out into the crowd. When he removes his support from Dragon’s body it just falls backwards, hanging limp in the tree of woe position. A few fans mummer amongst themselves as casually Odin walks away from the corner, before in mid-step he turns around and barrels right back to it! There is a grace and eloquence to his motions not most men his size has when he leaps into the air, driving his feet right into the bloody mouth of Dragon!

JH: And there is what he calls the Blood on the Yggdrasill!

CL: More like the fucking Blood on my Boots.

CM: That was pretty! It was like…fireworks of blood!

The referee winces as Odin sits on the mat, taking the time to wipe some of Dragon’s blood off of his face that splattered onto it during his maneuver. Abruptly worry and shock spreads across the Rock Deity’s features when he sees Dragon sit up on the turnbuckle, bringing him to his feet too. Instantly that washes away when he realizes Dragon is so dazed from the front dropkick he just instinctively did that. Course, that doesn’t stop the dazed lizard from turning around and going for a flying cross body off the top!

CL: Shit! He’s a better wrestler when out on his feet than when he’s awake!

CM: Aww, and I was just starting to like Od-

JH: Oh my god! Look!

Enduring the slight sting of pain from it, Odin in a split second readjusts himself and catches Dragon right on his shoulders. By now several of the fans are up and applauding this impressive display by this gigantic new comer to FIW, and he acknowledges it with a head nod. With utter ease he tosses the smaller man off of his shoulders and drives his knee upward at the precise moment, allowing Dragon to land face first on his knee! The sheer impact sends the jobber springing off of the knee and almost landing right on his feet, though Odin keeps him steady regardless.

CM: Holy cow! Did you see that?! With the catching, and then the toss, and then that knee, whoa!

JH: He calls that the Mjolnir! Quite the deadly maneuver!

CL: Doesn’t look like he’s done yet with the green piece of shit either.

Indeed he isn’t; what originally looked like a friendly gesture of a hand on the middle of Dragon’s shoulders soon becomes him choking the smaller man from behind. Yet again displaying that titanic power, he scoops the lizard up into the air and well above his very own head. Similar to a plane crashing and burning, Odin throws Dragon face first into the canvas before nonchalantly pushing him onto his back with his foot. From ringside Skuld tosses Gungnir into the ring and Odin catches it, pulling a pic seemingly out of nowhere as he plants his foot on Dragon’s chest.

JH: Odin’s got a pinning attempt! And…what’s he doing?

CL: It sounds like he’s playing ReVolt’s theme music, Shut Me Up…Well, a much more heavier version of it.


[align=center]1![/align]


CM: That move was awesome! It was like that choke slam thing except…not!

JH: He calls it the Ragnarok.


[align=center]2![/align]


CL: Note to Dragon, never get into the ring with a guy named after a Deity of any kind. Because Dragon, you will leave with a few less teeth than when you arrived.

CM: Ah well, I’m sure if we had a health care plan for losers like him he’d be fine. But since we don’t, he’s screwed.


[align=center]3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
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JH: An impressive debut for Odin if I do say so myself!

CL: And now he’s just flowed right from playing the theme to playing his own theme music! This guy is awesome on the guitar!


MA: Your winner by pin fall…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!!

The music hits over the sound system and joins Odin in playing it as Skuld enters the ring quickly. Steadily Odin plays faster and faster as he enters a guitar solo, nearly the entire crowd now cheering and applauding his efforts both in the ring and playing. At the very end he throws his hand up in the devil horns sign as Skuld stands beside him over the fallen Dragon. He hands Gungnir over to her and they exit the ring together, Skuld taking care of his “axe” for him.
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JH: Well wasn’t that a shock, seeing that person taking on Dragon.

CM: Why didn’t he just say who it was?

JH: I’m being intentionally vague so anyone just tuning in doesn’t have the surprise spoiled and has to tune into a replay to know who it was.

CL: Or check the dirt sheets.

JH: Dirt sheets? What’s that the new way to tell someone’s fortune? Anyway up next, Extreme Ninja number two takes on Shaun Wilson.

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first from Houston, Texas, USA, weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds. The Dynamo… SHAUN WWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLSSOOOOON!

The trumpets blast as "Get It Up" begins on the PA system. Shaun steps from the back and stops in front of the steps and takes a knee. Blue pyro fires from the ReVoltrons to the roof of the arena. He hops up to his feet and heads down the stairs to the ring. He talks trash and taunts the crowd as he bounces to the ring. He runs up the stairs and climbs through the ropes. He climbs the middle turnbuckle and talks more trash to the crowd, he thens raises both arms in the air. He jumps down and snatches off his hoodie tossing it out of the ring as he stretches.

CM: Shaun is going to Knock Ninja Out

MA: And his opponent from Detroit, Michigan, USA, weighing in at two hundred pounds. EXTREME NNNNNNNNIIIIIIINNNNNNJJJJJJJAAAAAAA NUMBER TTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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

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

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

Bang your head to this....

Turn me up!

Another body murdered! [/align]


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

The official for the match; Michaela Menendez, searches each competitor for illegal objects with a pat down and goes over the rules with them before stepping out of the way and calling for the bell.

[align=center]DING DING

Ninja comes out of the corner quickly, he charges right into Shaun with a forearm pressing him into his own corner. EN#2 backs up and fires a hard roundhouse into the ribs, Ninja goes for a high roundhouse but Shaun ducks. Ninja lands with his back to Shaun, Wilson is about to move out of the corner to capitalise when Ninja throws back a mule kick but Shaun catches it. Ninja turns around to double check his leg isn’t just stuck in Shaun, Shaun ducks in as Ninja turns and hooks him up and throws with into the turnbuckles with a leg capture suplex.

CM: Somebody ring the bell the blue guy is out.

JH: What are you on about he’s moving.

CM: I meant of the ring.

Indeed Extreme Ninja #2 has rolled out of the ring and rubs his back and neck. Shaun not no to waste the opportunity runs to the far side of the ring, Ninja notices and stares at Shaun as he returns, just as Shaun passes the point of commitment Ninja jumps onto the apron and throws a forearm into Shaun’s face.

CL: That’s one way to stop a tope

Shaun stumbles back holding his face, Ninja jumps to the top rope and leaps for a cro-DROPKICK!

CM: Now he’s out.

Ninja rolls around on the canvas holding his ribs and kicking the mat as Shaun gets to his feet and mocks Ninja’s pain drawing jeers from the crowd. Shaun kicks the downed EN#2 onto his back then drops down and hooks the leg.

JH: Does Ninja have what it takes to kick out?

[align=center]1[/align]

CM: If broken ribs are what it takes he does.

[align=center]2[/align]

KICK OUT!

CL: Seems they might just be Chip.

CM: Damn it!

Shaun drags Ninja to his feet but Ninja breaks free and kicks Shaun in the thigh and without letting his foot touch the floor in the head. Shaun counter with a kick to the gut but Ninja twists his body to evade the move then fires off an elbow to the head but Shaun tilts his head to safety then wraps his arms around Ninja and hits a hard belly to belly suplex. Shaun gets up and drags Ninja to the corner saying “Ninja loses this time”.

CL: After that belly to belly I have to agree with Shaun.

JH: It doesn’t looks good for Extreme Ninja number two

Wilson has on foot on the middle turnbuckle in an attempt to get to the top before falling to the ground as Ninja sweeps the grounded foot out from under him. Ninja tries to mount but Wilson rolls away the two end up fighting on their knees and Ninja gets the best of the exchange as Wilson reels back giving him time to leap to his feet. Ninja runs to the ropes but doesn’t know Wilson is right behind him and he turns into a forearm smash.

CM: For a ninja he doesn’t pay enough attention to what’s around him, unlike the real ninja Daisuke!

Shaun shoves Ninja into the corner then pulls him out for an irish whip but Ninja counters and Shaun hits the turnbuckles back first. Ninja runs in with a front kick to the sternum followed by a roundhouse kick to the face the bust Shaun’s top lip open. Ninja then unleashes a variety of kicks to the mid section and head, including a set of three side kicks one to the; abdomen, throat and face, these are followed up by a jumping back heel kick to the side of the head. Shaun falls slumped to the mat but Ninja doesn’t let up as he just starts shin kicking Shaun in the chest as hard as he can over and over until Michaela calls for the bell!

[align=center]DING DING[/align]

CM: It’s about time, he had him in there for a good six seconds.

JH: I only counted four.

CM: You are biased.

Michaela informs Anderson of the result.

MA: Your winner by way of ref stoppage…. EEEEEEEEXTREEEEEEMMMMEEEE NINJA NUMBER TTTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

CM: And apparently so is Michaela Menendez

As Michaela raises Ninja’s hand Shaun pulls himself out of the corner looking very angry, he storms out of the corner shoves Extreme Ninja out of the way and punches Michaela in the stomach.

JH: WHAT A SORE LOSER! WITH AN ATTITUDE LIKE THAT HE SHOULD BE FIRED!

CM: She cheated him out of a win; he’s just sharing his pain.

Shaun then punches her in the back of the head as she doubles over.

JH: This cowardly act needs to be stopped.

CM: Why don’t you stop in?

Hitchen’s head set hits the desk just before Ninja grabs Shaun but gets shoves away hard.

JH: This guy is nothing but a tiny punk, can’t handle the fact he was beat and is taking it out on a referee and a lady.

Shaun keeps Michaela held up and delivers several uppercuts to the face before he is set upon by EN#2 again and FIW security.

The camera sweeps out to an image of the backstage area, near by the locker room section of it to be exact. A figure walks into view, a slight limp to his motion and showing a few signs of having been in battle moments ago. His infamous attire and robe, which is slung over his shoulder, are a dead give away as to who he is. Without making so much as a peep he strolls down the hall way, showing off a bit of that ninja stealth they are known for.

Extreme Ninja #2’s pace is only disrupted when he passes a certain door of a locker room belonging to a FIW Hellcat. For several moments he slows down near it and though his eyes can’t be seen, it looks as if he is trying hard to look away from the door. When a few feet away from it his pace resumes back to normal for quite a few moments. Until it is disrupted by passing another door way, this one of a certain champion that won their title recently.

This causes him to flat out stop, Ninja looks up at the door and stares at it for a couple of seconds. His hands gradually and slowly balling into fists at his side as rage seem to start seeping into his body language. With a great deal of effort he pulls his body away from viewing the door and resumes yet again his walk. As he makes his way down the hall he starts heading towards a door, and opens it, disappearing into his locker room…
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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
[/align]
The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right. He begins to walk down the steel steps admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as he flips off the crowd.

MA: The following is a fatal fourway scheduled for one fall. The first competitor, he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds, from Fairfield, Connecticut; “Mr. Phenomenal” SEAN MADROOOOOOX!

[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
[/align]
Sean reaches the apron and he jumps up on it looking at both sides, then he flips over the top rope into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles and he once again taunts his infamous ‘X’ as the crowd continues with jeers. He then removes his sleeveless hoodie and waits for his opponent.

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

MA: His opponent; first, he weighs in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, he is Liam MORTELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MA: “Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!”

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

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

The arena’s lights fade to a dim darkness as “Becoming Insane” begins it’s steady techno beat, as it does red and white lights swirl around the arena until a big cheer is heard as from the entrance curtains jumps Justin Insane. He’s bouncing around to the beat as it kicks itself into overdrive and Justin jumps the steps and then runs towards the ring with super speed, sliding in to the ring, he slides to the other side just by the ropes and stands to a big pop from the crowd…

MA: Weighing in at one hundred and ninety two pounds… coming from Insaneville… he is the Insane Luchador! JUSTTTIIIIIINNNNNNNN SANNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

…As he hears the announcement he Hulk Hogan like rips the t-shirt from his body, then bounces up and down on the ropes in a fashion of a hyper-active person, really getting pumped as well as the fans before going to his respective corner and sitting down, awaiting the match to commence.

CL: Damn, these entrances are just as long as the matches.

CM: So we’re halfway through this thing then? Great.

Standing by the ropes, J.J. points to the timekeeper to ring the bell. As the bell is rung, J.J. turns to find all four men have already started the contest. Madrox charges Mortell who catches him with a sudden spinebuster. He couldn’t get a full turn with the small momentum so he instead just ends up dropping him to the side. Though as soon as he gets up, Liam is knocked down hard by Justin who was sent running by Ethan. Justin covers his back a little as he staggers forward and falls face first into the mat as Ethan drives him down with a double arm DDT.

JH: One of the most widely used moves that started as a mistake when a man couldn’t keep balance.

CM: Did you see too much dick on the mat?

JH: It wasn’t me who fell.

Ethan, who had spent the last few moments taunting his opponents, goes to continue his work on Justin. Both hands on his head, Ethan delivers a few kicks to the mid section before fully bringing him up. Ethan sends Justin running towards the ropes again as Liam who has risen up himself pushes Sean into the corner. After a few shots to the face, Liam blocks a sudden return shot from Sean and keeps the arm flipping him over the shoulder and onto the mat.

CL: Ippooooooooooooon SeoinAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaage!!!

Liam rises to his feet and barely dodges a spinning heel kick coming from Justin upon his rebound on the ropes. Liam dodges that, but he doesn’t see Ethan approach from behind until his arms are around his waist. Ethan pulls upwards and sends Liam flying somewhat until he crashes on his head, neck, and upper back. Ethan keeps in the german to go for the pin. J.J., who had been talking with one of the blondes by ringside, notices the pin. J.J. sends the girl a quick aerial kiss and slingshots himself off the bottom rope and comes crashing down in some attempt to be noticed finally in this match. Using every dramatic muscle in his body, J.J. begins the count.

[align=center]One!!! [/align]

No! Not even a one is fully sounded as Liam pops the left shoulder up off the mat. All drama now out, J.J. rises up and takes his position back near the corner out of the way. Ethan rises up to his feet and begins to pick Liam up off the ground. Though he was just moments from rising up himself, he doesn’t put much resistance.

CL: Reverse hurricanranaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

You can tell that Constance is shaking his head slightly near the end of that call as Justin rises up over Ethan’s body. But he doesn’t stay risen up for long as Sean comes flipping over him grabbing a hold of his head and slamming him down face first into the mat. Madrox, quick to his feet, continues his assault with a brand new one on Liam knocking him back with a few elbows. Eventually, Madrox gets Mortell into the ropes and after pushing him back, quickly pulls hard sending him running to the other side of the ring.

JH: For the first time in this entire match, an irish whip is completed.

Madrox catches the returning Mortell with a sudden flapjack. But Madrox doesn’t have much time to celebrate as he turns into a sudden kick to his temple by Justin Sane who now rests against the ropes to try and fully regain his composure from the previous neckbreaker. Adams uses this as an advantage gainer and suddenly charges at Justin who spots him and creates the lowbridge. Ethan slides over the top rope and down to the mat below. Justin slowly pulls himself up to his feet and using the top rope to keep his balance, plans his next attack. Justin decides to continue his earlier assault on Madrox. Stomping on his somewhat limp body a few times, Justin soon follows this up by lifting Sean up to his feet. Justin now places both hands on Madrox’s shoulders and positions him into the corner where after delivering a few kicks to his mid section, he climbs to the second rope and starts pummelling away at the head of Madrox a few times.

CL: Straight shots to the temple.

JH: Good thing he doesn’t have anything too valuable in there.

CM: …shut up.

Sane finishes this off with a top rope frankensteiner, which sends Sean flying partway across the ring. Once Sane is up to his feet, he turns to and caught by a sudden forearm to the face. Justin falls backwards hard to the mat and hardly has any time to recover as Ethan comes crashing down on him with a Prime Time. Liam would stop the following pin, but he’s too busy catching the rising Madrox with his M Bomb. Martell rubs his shoulder and lets out an expression of slight pain as he drops down for the pinfall. J.J., seeing the double pinfall, drops down and starts the count.

[align=center]One!!! [/align]

CM: The fuck is he doing?

[align=center]Two!!! [/align]

CM: THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???

[align=center]Three!!! [/align]

J.J. calls for the bell as with all smiles, stands in between the rising Mortell and Adams and raises both arms. Mortell is quick to pull his slightly injured arm away as J.J. just shrugs and tries to leave, but he comes face to face with Adams who starts arguing with him.

JH: Uh…guys? I think J.J. has just learned a new rule.

J.J.’s face soon drops when he realizes the mistake he’s just made. Trying to defend his decision, J.J. raises both arms up in a stopping motion towards Adams shaking his head. Ethan just slowly approaches him pointing in his face as Mortell watches from the corner wondering the same thing everyone is. Who rightfully won the match. When Liam notices that J.J. is facing him, Mortell raises his arm as if saying “what gives?”. He just gets the same answer Adams got as J.J. still isn’t sure himself. Even on the outside, Anderson is too confused to make the official announcement.

JH: So what’s going to happen now? Because of J.J.’s mistake, we have two winners of this match.

CL: And two possible contenders for the Fighting Spirit Championship. I would really, really, REALLY hate to be the guy who has to decide which of these two gets the first shot.

CM: The only thing that really matters is that I know exactly where I’m going to be when the match happens.

Liam finally leaves the ring shaking his head and starts up the rampway as Adams keeps himself in the corner with both hands resting on opposite ropes trying to figure this thing out. Finally, he too just leaves the ring as J.J. checks on Madrox.

The scene cuts in to Xtreme Kitten walking away from the camera in a long sleeve grey t-shirt, blue jeans and his mask. Kitten turn around after snatching the World and Global Championship belts from a locker he sat them in.

XK: Shut the door!

The camera shakes and the door slams, focus back on Kitten and he has the championship belts resting on his shoulders.

XK: Okay now I have to be quick about this are you watching? Momo are you watching? You better be because have I got the deal of the centry for you.

Kitten creep towards the camera while looking side to side at the belts before focusing back on the lens.

XK: These two lovely straps of leather with some form of metal or alloy attached for one low, low cost. Now you're probably wondering what's the cost, three thousand yen? No, I'm offering a smart deal not a crazy one. All you have to do is give me that precious thing that dwells below your waist... and slightly above it as well, some might just same around your waist. You give me the-

Xtreme Kitten suddenly shuts up as the door opens, he looks shocked possibly fearful. The camera spins and there stands Lucy with a cup of coffee, wearing a dark grey version of her big match attire. Lucy looks at the camera with a glare that has the camera man conveniantly back up so that both Kitten and Lucy are in shot, she then shoots her gaze towards Xtreme Kitten; who jumps a little.

Lucy: What's gone on here?

XK: Nothing.

Lucy: You, a camera and the championship belts all with in sight of one another in one room for nothing?

XK: Um well not nothing, technically. See I was just ah telling Kiyoshi and balist boy; Prime, that even though I'm looking for a better challenge while I wait for Summer of Sin.

Xtreme Kitten shoots a look at the camera

XK: Summer of Sin; from the deserts of Nevada, twenty ninth of July, Xtreme Kitten humiliates two people for the price of one! Order now and enter the Summer of Sin competition, check you local listings for more details!

Xtreme Kitten looks back at Lucy

Lucy: I'll pay that but I want you to finish your lie first.

XK: Lie?

Lucy: The one about watching Kiyoshi and Prime.

XK: Oh that, I was just telling them that I'll be keeping an eye on them even though I'm looking for something a little more challenging. Frankly I like the chuckle I get whenever I think about those two getting another chance to step in the ring with me for gold, that's why I watch them.

Lucy: But you don't watch them.

XK: Oh well, then I like the chuckle I will have when I do.

Lucy: Now should I just guess what you were doing?

XK: You know it's not really guessing if you heard me as you walked past a monitor right?

Lucy sighs.

Lucy: Fine, I'll just yell at you for BEING A COMPLETE IDIOT! YOU DON'T TRADE THE DUAL CROWN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

XK: But, but Lucy? It's them International Cham-

Lucy: SHUT IT!

Kitten steps further away from Lucy.

Lucy: Now since you sounded so sincere about watching Prime and Kiyoshi, you better sit down because the inter-gender

Lucy shakes her head and looks at the camera

Lucy: It's Inter-sex tag match, inter-gender implies more that there is something feminine about the match, which I guess could apply to Vamp or Zesboca doesn't in the broad social term since fighting isn't usually associated with lady-like behaviour!

Xtreme Kitten smiles happy that Lucy is ranting, that is until she looks back at him, it's completely gone by then.

Lucy: Well sit.

XK: Ah sorry but um I'm a little pressed for time here, I have to get ready you know.

Lucy: SIT!

Xtreme Kitten in an almost cartoonish fashion jumps; the championship belts hang in the air for a moment before falling to the ground, from where he is onto a couch; which wasn't seen until the camera followed his leap to it. Lucy calmly walks over and sits next to Kitten.

Lucy: Kiyoshi has been racking up the victories lately and I think it's time you watch and see how he's improved.

XK: Or how the level of competition he is facing has fallen.

Lucy: Unlikely the case but possible I guess.

Xtreme Kitten starts to get up but Lucy pulls him back

Lucy: You'll still have to watch to find out.

XK: Dammit!

And we cut to something else as in submission Kitten snuggles into Lucy preparing to watch the match.
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JH: Next match looks to be a interesting Inter-Gender match with Zesboca Devani teaming with Kiyoshi Nakahata to…

CL: That’s a decision management fucked up with, she’ll slow him down… big time.

CM: The team there facing is awesome, the Former Slam! God and Vamp, ah those two suckers are gonna get there asses crucified.

CL: Could you make anymore vampire hints? Jesus man.

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...

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a inter-gender tag-team match, first hailing from San Diego, California and weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds….. PRRIIIIIIMEUUUUHHHHH!!!!

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

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

CM: Just so impressive.

JH: Are you meaning him? Or his body, you seem tilting towards later.

CM: Are you trying to say something Hitchen?

CL: Yes he is, your gay.

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

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

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

MA: …And his partner, hailing from Central Romania, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds…. VVVVVAAAMMMPPPPPPPP!!!

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

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

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

CM: What a women, reminds me of someone Conse would do.

CL: I’d do a cold hearted bitch? Damn right my sexually challenged friend.

JH: She’d probably break ya arm clean off Conse and smile as you scream in pain.

CL: Damn, that is sexy.

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

MA: …And there opponents! First hailing from Cairo, Egypt and weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds… ZZZZEEESSSBBBOOOCCCAAA DDDEEEEVVVAAANNNIIII!!!!

[align=center]"Just once in my life,
I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once,
With all the pretty flowers in the dust."[/align]

Zesboca shakes her lower half with the rhythm of the song. Not taking the steps she jumps straight down from the stage. She spins dipping her body a little with her. Zesboca smirks and makes her way to the squared circle. She touches a few hands along the way mainly to the men that are rooting for her. Again she doesn't take the steps and slip in-between the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles.

JH: She’s looking ready to show the world what she’s got tonight.

CL: No wonder Chip’s so interested then.

CM: Hey, don’t make me out to be a pervert!

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

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

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

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

MA: …And finally, her tag team partner, hailing from Komachi City, Japan and weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds… KKKIIIYYYOOOSSSHHHIII NNNAAAKKKAAAHHHAAATTTAAA!!!!

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


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

CL: Poor guy, just when he thought he might get a win tonight, they put him with her.

JH: She’ll prove you wrong Conse, you watch.

CM: Yeah as she does some kind of cartwheel and I have to… I mean yeah!

CL: Pervert.

As both teams compose themselves for the match ahead, they seem to talk to each other, well Kiyoshi talks to Zesboca, Vamp and Prime just stares at the other two with some eerie focus. As Zesboca seems ready to start for her team, Prime and Kiyoshi exit the ring and watch as the two females begin to circle the ring, Zesboca looks really focused as she looks towards Vamp before they both go in for a collar and elbow tie-up, both not really having any advantage they break off and just look at one and another, Zesboca then rushes back in but Vamp has it scouted as she steps aside and drop toe holds Zesboca down before floating over and grabbing her arm in a wristlock quickly before elevating her to her feet.

JH: Vamp proving her superior wrestling skills over Zesboca there.

CM: She was trained by T-Bird, can you blame her?

CL: I hate admitting this… but he makes a true comment.

CM: Ha!

Vamp keeps the wrist lock locked in but Zesboca knows she needs to get out, so she runs to the ropes, kips off the top one flipping over and out of the move as she lands behind Vamp and kicks her in the back with a dropkick sending her to the tropes, Camp comes back but to Zesboca’s surprise she’s turned and she lands a forearm right into her nose, dropping Zesboca down to her back. Vamp then turns to her partner grinning before turning back to give Zesboca and arrogant kick right to her head, which seems to piss off Zesboca who gets up quickly and looks towards Vamp, with load of anger.

JH: Now she’s pissed…

Zesboca really is quite frustrated as she runs and tackles Vamp to the canvas hard, but before she can really do anything, Prime tags in himself on Vamp. Vamp seemingly quite pissed with it but as she can’t do anything but defend herself from Prime, she doesn’t know what to actually do, as Prime walks over and picks up Zesboca over his head, but not for long as Vamp makes her exit, Zesboca wiggles free, standing on his shoulders hew back flips into a dropkick that seems to not even budge Prime as she lands on her hands and flips off onto her feet…

CM: I can so do that!

CL: If you farted hard enough yes.

CM: I never fart! I blow air with finesse.

Kiyoshi seeing Zesboca’s kind of in a bad place, reaches and tags himself in to Zesboca’ annoyance, she wanted to prove her point and Kiyoshi ruined it, but she knew the rules and left as Kiyoshi climbed in, starched a bit then both him and Prime circled the ring. The pair then go to lock up, but Prime isn’t looking for it as he drives a punch to Kiyoshi’s gut and then a double axe handle down hard on his back, knocking him to his knees, Prime then runs to the ropes…

CL: Kiyoshi’s too genuine sometimes, only downfall for the guy.

JH: Nothing wrong with being a honest competitor.

…But as he comes back Kiyoshi is to his feet and launches to the air with a jumping knee, knocking Prime down onto his ass as Kiyoshi lands and then quickly snaps him down and onto his back with a modified Key Lock. He wrenches away like a mad man possessed before Prime uses his raw strength to dig deep enough to spin his body around and turn it into a less painful headlock…

CM: See, that’s raw strength right there.

CL: Steroids anyone?

CM: No way, that’s unfair wording!

CL: No giving you this job was, they meant fuck off, when it read yes.

Prime lifts himself and Kiyoshi to there feet and then seems to go for a backdrop, but Kiyoshi shifts his own wait as he lands on his feet and grabs the back of Prime’s head, dropping backward driving his knee into rime’s skull, this sends Prime to his back as Kiyoshi buckles back rubbing his knee, which inavertedly allows Zesboca to tag herself back in, letting her enter the ring, Truth makes Kiyoshi leave as Zesboca looks ready to show her thing. She starts by looking towards Prime who seems to be climbing to his feet, that’s when she runs to the ropes and comes back, taking him down with a headscissor takedown, she quickly then stands up and goes for a standing corkscrew press, then scrambles for the cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

VAMP BREAKS IT UP!!!!!
[/align]

JH: So close!

…Zesboca stand sup looking mildly irritated by the slow count in her mind, but she’s not quick enough as Vamp rushes and takes her down with a European Uppercut taking Zesboca down onto his stomach, as she does that Kiyoshi and Prime lay in there respected corners looking towards Truth who watches as both women cause the match to ho into chaos as Vamp boots down on Zesboca’s back…

CL: Great job referee.

CM: All hell’s breaking loose, but positive, we got a ladies roll around!

…Vamp then doesn’t even care as she grabs Zesboca’s arms in a double underhook float over variation of her submission finisher, Zesboca begins to scream in pain as Kiyoshi stands up to try and save his tag partner Prime hit him over the head with a clubbing blow, and then as he turns to go for a clothesline he is caught by Kiyoshi who snaps him down quickly with a STO!

CL: STK!

JH: He better be quick Zesboca’s been in that hold for damn near a minute and she looks reayd to tap!

CL: It’s not gonna happen, she hasn’t got it fully in.

…Kiyoshi doesn’t even await a helpful hand, he instead quickly move sin and grabs Prime into a Scissor Sleeper, wrenching away as Zesboca’s hand is raising almost ready to tap! But so is Prime’s as both arms seem to be in competition with each other the fans even grow in anticipation, the first to tap will lose the match for there team as both applier rip and wrench even harder!

JH: GOD THIS IS EXCITING!

…Zesboca’s been in the submission a good two minutes as her feet seem ready to tap, but NO! She’s beaten by Prime who taps out and seems pretty much in pain as Kiyoshi lets go of the hold and so does Vamp! Both seemingly thought of as winners, before Michael comes over the announcers voice…

MA: Your winners VIA! Submission!… SSSEEEBBBOOOCCCAAA DEEEVVVAAANNNIIII AND! KKKIIIYYYOOOSSSHHHIII NNNAAAKKKAAAHHHAAATTTAAA!!!!

…Vamp looks completely and utterly irate as Kiyoshi lifts a arm in celebration, Zesboca on the other hand has other ideas as she stands up and looks towards Prime, booting down on him hard before she runs and tackles Vamp to the ground, unleashing a array of punches down on the fallen Vamp!

JH: She won… what she doing…

CL: PMS?

CM: I don’t know, but it’s kinda sexy…

…Zesboca then gets grabbed up from the attack, by Kiyoshi none the less as she keeps booting down on her, but Kiyoshi kind of forcefully moves her off, she then gives him the “What the hell?” look before making her exit from the ring, looking quite upset by Kiyoshi’s actions before exiting the entrance area, Kiyoshi basks in the victory before making his exit also.
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MA: The following contest is scheculed for One Fall to a 30 minute time limit, and is for the Full Intensity Wrestling Tag Team Championship of the World!

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

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

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


RISE!
[/align].

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

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


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

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


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

MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the match to determine the fate of the Tag Team Championship of the World. Introducing first, the challengers, at a combined weight of Four Hundred and Seventy Three pounds, the team of El Lumberjacko and Ash Koopa, The Team With NOOOOOO NAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMEEEE!!!!

JH: Ahh, I’m looking forward to this: A good, clean, athletic contest; A true test of skill.

CM: Between a nutcase, a fruitbat, a gang-banger and Grimace. Oh, the Humanity…

MA: And their opponents, the Champions; at a combined weight of Five Hundred and Twenty Three pounds, Grant Rice, Nightmare The REEEEEEEEEVOOOOOOOOLUUUUUUUTIOOOOOOOOOOOOONN!!!!!!

[align=center]BaDing![/align]

And we’re away. At least we would be if the challengers had decided who was starting, but the amount of draws these two require at Rock Paper Scissors before a decision is reached is inhuman. Nightmare has already elected to start for his team, and good sport that he is, waits patiently, tapping his foot. A smartly dressed Mark Jackson, in a dress shirt and bow-tie, orders one of the two to fight. Both pick rock, for 12th time, but seeing his partner staring at the referee, Ash surreptitiously opens his hand, and puts an end to the madness.

CL: Wow. That was infuriating.

CM: Bitchen’s still foaming at the mouth though…

The match, at long last, can begin. It begins, as these things are wont to do, with a collar & elbow tie up, and a shoving match, between the powerhouses of their respective teams. They go a few steps one way, a few steps the other, around in circles, but neither seems able to gain any real advantage. They would, however, look a bit silly if they stopped now, and continue, until El Lumberjacko sneaks into the ring and joins Ash’s side, and together, the two push Nightmare back. Ref. Jackson forcibly pulls off the Lumberjack, but Ash has the momentum, driving the two to the ropes, where they spin around and around as Jacky gets escorted [and that’s putting it mildly,] back to his corner.

CM: And while we’re in the corner, what’s with this Clean Break nonsense? Everyone knows that that is the best time to strike someone.

JH: Oh be quiet, Chip. There is still some honour left in the world.

CL: Wow Hitchen, you even say that with the ‘u’ in it!

Ignoring Constance’s sarcasm, the match goes on with a tentative Greco-Roman knuckle-lock, and an exchange of slaps to the chest, because it’s slightly more energetic than the old school grapplin’, although after a few minutes the wily veteran Ash Koopa grabs his opponent’s arm and applies a tight hammerlock. Nightmare goes to counter it, ducking under, but he gets caught in a headlock, and pulled down to the floor. A head-scissor is very nearly the order of the day, but Ash blocks it, and ultimately, neither gets anywhere. And thus, both teams get their first tag in.

JH: The atmosphere in the building is electric. I told you, respectful competition is the foundation of Pro Wrestling.

CM: Is anyone dead yet? No? More’s the pity.

Grant Rice steps through the ropes, rolling his head around on his neck, as his new opponent leaps over the ropes, and gets cheered in his way in, and around in circles as he tries to get the crowd going for him. They go to tie up and…

CM: Ok, I see friendly, I see a bit of respectful, but where’s the competition?

JH: I’m sure it’s coming.

CL: You do realise that they’re dancing, yes?

Dancing they are indeed, until Grant gets bored and launches the Lumberjack as hard as he can towards the corner, spinning so that Jacky goes right round before his chest collides with the turnbuckle, and he steps back into the first pinfall attempt of the match, a German Suplex Hold!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Ash gets out of the corner quickly to make the save!!!
[/align]

And then he retires quickly to avoid any kind of bad blood between the two teams, as Grant hits a second German Suplex, just for the fun of it, tagging out, and hauling El Lumberjacko up in a full nelson for Nightmare to send him on the Nightmare-line! Another pin follows.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Another Save!!!
[/align]

This time, Ash drags his prone partner back to his corner, by the arms. Life is made difficult by Nightmare taking his legs. Tug Of War follows. The deadlock is broken by El Lumberjacko regaining his senses, and being thrown by his partner in such a way that he ends up doing a Sunset Flip on Nightmare!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Nightmare Powers Out!!!
[/align]

The Lumberjack rolls back and Dropkicks the big guy in the face, before he can get up. The size difference, coupled with the fact Nightmare has been hit for very little impact so far, means that the big guy merely shrugs it off and gets back to work, and right now his job is: getting arm-dragged!

CM: Well who’da thunked that the little guy could have thrown him?

JH: Now Chip, El Lumberjacko is well versed in the techniques of a huge variety of Pro-wrestling styles.

Only one person in the booth – maybe even the entire arena - could actually say that with a straight face, and he does, defending the integrity of the entire Lumberjack Nation all the way, as he hits as huge a dropkick as he can, and it sends Nightmare out of the ring! This can mean only one thing: Topé Suicida Time!!! The momentum of it all carries Nightmare into the guard rail, and Jacky himself over it into the first row!

[align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align]

The count out begins, with Nightmare clearing his head, and Ash running to the aid of his partner. Grant also hops down to investigate, and a tense moment follows as Ash stares down the Champions.

[align=center] Four! Five!! Six!!![/align]

There is, it is soon decided, no time for shenanigans outside the ring. Grant ushers his partner into the ring as Ash warily steps over the barrier to retrieve his own partner, who is only now starting to recover his wits.

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

The end of the count approaches, and the two scramble back to the ring, Ash hurling his partner into the ring just as the clock strikes Ten! Just in time! The Team Without a Name section of the crowd breath a sigh of relief, as El Lumberjacko tags out.

CL: Finally, the whole Ricky Morton thing was starting to grate.

Ash Koopa, seemingly wanting to try a different tack from the stalemate failure of earlier, walks right up to the Champion, and bops him on the head with a Bionic Elbow. Or three. Or, indeed five. Perhaps out of desperation, Nightmare leaps up as he guards his head, kicking Ash in the back of the head, and leaning over to tag out to Grant Rice.

JH: That’s odd, where’s Mark Jackson to acknowledge the tag?

CM: Yeah, about that Hitchen…

CL: … Don’t look out side the ring, Jonathon. In fact, just cole your eyes now, and shut off you monitors. Better yet, just go home.

CM: Yeah man, I don’t think you’re going to like this.

JH: Like what? Oh… Like that

Indeed, Hitchen doesn’t like that. That is a certain Blond Outlaw hopping the guard-rail, attracting the attention of security, as well as the referee. In the ring, the match continues regardless, with Grant Rice unwilling to play along with the Dusty Rhodes impression fad that seems to be running through FIW at the moment, and socks Ash in the jaw. Technically, this is illegal, but Ref. Jackson isn’t in a position to complain, as at this particular, he is blind.

JH: … I won’t let them bait me…

Screams follow. Not from the blond venom being caught in people’s eyes, and not from the Ash Bomber that decks Grant Rice, although certainly, they help. It’s the sudden darkness that engulfs the entire arena. Momentarily, the lights return, with no sign of Mr. Blond, but his boss on the top turnbuckle, surveying the match.

CM: I gotta admit, that’s a good spot to watch the match from.

Grant - staggered by the Ash Bomber - falls back to the ropes and walks right into an Inverted Atomic Drop, which as everyone knows, is a knee to the small of the back, or possibly the inside leg. Certainly not the crotch though. Not that Mark Jackson is in any position to admonish him [because you know he would if he could,] nor is he in any position to count for the school boy that follows. A count eventually comes, from a now de-robed Daisuke Tanaka, who has his hakama, his scarf, and a referee’s t-shirt, no doubt intended for someone taller and beefier than he. Nevertheless, he rolls off the turnbuckle, and counts.

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For reasons known only to him, he refuses to count any more. Slightly infuriated by this turn of events, Ash gets the Airplane Spin going, complete with the crowd chanting along.

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And as he spins, Ash returns to his corner, makes the tag, one more spin, and lets El Lumberjacko, now recovered from his tour of the arena earlier, to come off the top with a stacked diving rana!

JH: Good Sweet Christ, What a Move! Diving Rana onto Grant Rice, as he’s in the Spin! Holds on for the cover!

CL: Bit of a shame that it doesn’t look like he’s going to get one…

Clearly not going to get a count out of the new referee, El Lumberjacko tries to reason with him. And bribe him, with pancakes and maple syrup. It doesn’t work. All it serves to do is give Grant Rice enough time to trip him up and lock on the…

JH: STRAIGHT MIZERY!!!!

The Lumberjack crawls and claws his way towards the ropes. Unfortunately, Ref. Tanaka is in his way, politely asking him if he wants to give up. No, is the answer, and Jacky tries to get to the ropes. Daisuke wags his finger at both partners, coiled like springs and ready to strike, and lets Jacky pull himself up on his referee’s shirt.

JH: GET OUT OF THE BLOODY WAY!!!

CM: What if he don’t wanna?

CL: He’s at least dressed like a referee. A Ninja Referee. You know, that might be gimmick infringement on someone…

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JH: What the hell is going on here?!?!?

MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, Replacement Match Official Daisuke Tanaka has Disqualified El Lumberjacko by reason of Referee Violence! Therefore, your winners, and Still FIW Tag Team Champions of the World; Nightmare, Grant Rice. The REEEEVOOOOOOOOLUUUUUUUUTIOOOOOOON!!!!

And do you know what, El Lumberjacko feels gypped. As does Ash Koopa. And so do their two opponents, who wanted to win this match cleanly, dontchaknow. They round on, and start pushing him around, until Nightmare grabs him in the Cure for the Itch! His leg is snagged up in a Straight Mizery! And to compound his misery, [or should that be mizery?] Ash is preparing to launch his partner at him!

JH: Oh well, as hard as I find it to condone such actions, I think some measure of retribution is probably necessary.

CM: Will you listen to yourself? Next you’ll be complaining about Ash being choked out by Mr. Blond!

Which, stangely enough is what’s happening. Ash gets thrown over Blondie’s hip, and Jacky’s met with a $10 Knuckle Arrow!

CL; Did I ever mention how much I want Daisuke’s children?

JH & CM: You What???

CL; Anyone who rips chunks of flesh out of Nightmare’s hands, and actually withdraws the sweet glorious nectar of his life’s essence from within, is truly an example to us all.

JH & CM: Eh?

CL; I Said… BLOOOOOOOOD!!!

Blood there is, and Grant Rice’s face is starting to hurt from the kicking it’s getting. It’s nothing next to the Lightning High Kick that soon rocks his cranium, and turns him into an assault from Mr. Blond, who rips off a turnbuckle pad, grinding his face into the exposed steel, munching on his forehead as he does so.

CL; It’s Old School, but I still love it. Look, it’s even starting to turn the quiff red! *Swoons*

On the other side of the ring, Nightmare is caught in the Shining Triangle, and is getting a second introduction to Daisuke’s needles. This time, Daisuke appears to be trying to use them to gouge his name into Nightmare’s forehead, pausing only for a drink and a bite to eat.

JH: Someone, DO SOMETHING!!!

Ash obliges, by menacingly rounding on Daisuke, who looks up with blood dripping down his chin. Mr. Blond, whose shirt and hair have flecks of blood drying in them, starts to laugh, the only sound through the shocked and confused crowd’s reverie [apart from scattered jeering,] and the two back away from the ring with, as the song goes, the Damage Done.

JH: Yes! Run, you cowards!

Running is an exaggeration, although the team with no name are now armed with chairs and swinging threateningly in the Zaibatsu’s direction, as the two back away up the aisle. Daisuke pulls his lackey out of the way of certain concussion, and a chase begins to the cage. Daisuke and Blond both slide as the reach the top of the steps, under four yakuzoid heavies, led by a certain pink haired menace to humanity. Momoko Wakari has Oriochi with her, although she leaves most of the work to the thugs, who have baseball bats and billy clubs, leading to a skirmish on the apron way.

JH: GAHHHHHGGGGHHHHH!!!!

And just before the full Tanaka Zaibatsu leave the stage, all three spit up Red Mist, possibly even blood into the air…
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-The Screen turns blue as an electric tone plays, halfway between the sound of a substation and overflying aircraft, when the screen flashes-
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-shattered by a dischordant but rhythmic guitar chord with an overlying drum beat that makes it visceral in it's intensity...-

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

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

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

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

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

Phylis runs up the ropes...

-the screen bursts into flames-

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

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

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

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. The music cuts earlier than usual, however, and Graver tosses the water bottle aside.

JH: Great, what the hell is going on?

CL: Looks like Graver refuses to enter the ring.

CM: Pansy.

Graver beckons at Phyllis to come out after him.

CL: Oh hell yeah! Graver wants to start this one out on the outside! On HIS terms!

CM: Oh, wait. Not pansy, then. Hardcore is Slam!core, and that’s MY cup of tea!

JH: You don’t drink tea, I do. I’m the brit.

CM: Oh. What do I drink.

JH: … Canada dry?

Phyllis tentatively steps between the ropes and Graver actually gives him room to hit the floor before BARRELLING INTO HIM with a clothesline that DRIVES Phyllis’ spine into the apron!

CL: LARIATOOOOOOHHH!!

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JH: And this match is underway!

Phyllis bows his back in pain before yelling and socking Graver in the cheek. Graver looks down at him with burning eyes, but that glare gives Phyllis the chance to send a thumb shot to those burning eyes!

JH: Oh, I hate to see good men stoop to low tactics like that.

CL: Cornered in against the apron with Graver in his face, you’ve got to do what you can to escape!

CM: Methinks you hold Graver just a BIT too highly.

CL: FAH! Poppycock.

Graver backs up, holding his head and this offers Phyllis a chance to give a short charge before FLATTENING Graver to the floor with a cross body! Phyllis slides off his foe, giving quick looks around before finally pulling Graver up by the arm. He attempts to fling him toward the protective cages, but Graver grabs the cage and takes the force of the throw with his arms, keeping his face from smashing into the wire. Instead he grabs Phyllis by the hair and SMASHES his face into the wire, GRIIIINDING it back and forth across the wire!

CL: FULLY FUCKING SICKKKAAAAHHHHH!!!

Phyllis hits Graver in the shoulders and head until the Reject of Rejects releases him. He retreats a few steps, rubbing his face (mostly his nose) and staring bullets at our Flycore Champion.

JH: Phyllis has got to come up with a strategy and fast, or else he won’t stand a chance against Graver!

Inspiration seems to come in the form of Phyllis charging for the ring apron and baseball sliding underneath, disappearing with the whisper of silk. Graver narrows his eyes, decidedly not going to fall for the old ‘look under the apron while the guy comes out on the other side and attacks you with a weapon’ schtick, having pulled it many times himself, and instead moves to the side of the ring, half-hiding behind the stairs, ready to launch an attack.

CL: You just can’t slip one past Graver. To witty. Too wily!

JH: Then what would you call what Phyllis is doing right there?

CL: Grrr… dumb fuckin’ luck.

Phyllis actually comes back out the side he went in on, with a barbed wire-wrapped two-by-four in his hands.

CM: Boy, they just keep those things underneath the ring now? Back in my day, on Slam!--

CL: You were Orion Oldroid’s personal cumcatcher?

CM: Fuck you, penis wrinkle.

Phyllis sees Graver not three feet away from him, hunkered down and waiting. He balks at the good fortune but shrugs and BARRELS down on Graver with a few WAILING strikes with the two-by-four! The barbs catch on Graver’s dress shirt, pulling it to ribbons and giving the audience (and Conse) a spectacular view of Graver’s quickly-bloodying back!

CL: BLOOOOOOODDDD!!!

JH: Phyllis has drawn first blood, and in a match like this, that can mean a LOT!

Graver scrambles away from the stairs so he’s no longer such a target, spinning to fall on his ass. He catches himself with his hands and stands up with the help of the apron, but Phyllis is stalking him with a self-satisfied grin.

JH: It isn’t often we see Phyllis as such a dominating personality in the match, but he’s more than got the upper hand right here!

CM: If you take the barbed wire two-by-four out of his hands, what advantage does he have? Graver needs to get a weapon or take Phyllis’s! It’s the only way this is going to go anywhere but pretend-vamp boy’s favor.

Graver’s backing up, eyeing Phyllis carefully, ducking and hopping out of the reach of his mighty swings. He nearly bumps into a member of the ring crew, and when he turns around to scold the foolish monkey, Graver notices something. He quickly snatches a long, black, cylindrical tube off the man’s belt, points it at Phyllis and hits the switch.

JH: … what in the--?

Phyllis drops the weapon and recoils, using both hands to shield his face from the ultra-high wattage of the flashlight Graver holds in his hands!

CM: What the shit!?

CL: HA! Phyllis is a vampire! He hates bright light! Brilliant work, Graver. *claps*

The Reject grins and tosses the bulky weapon at Phyllis’ head. Bathory bats it away with a calculated palm, and kicks it under the ring apron. Unfortunately this gives Graver PLENTY of time to rush into the fray and NAIL PHYLLIS IN THE FACE WITH A SHINING RIGHT HOOK!!!

CL: THE FIST OF JUPITER!!!

Phyllis crumples to the ground, giving Graver enough time to dive under the ring. He tosses out a table, a shovel, and a cinder block (of the non-barbed variety) before finally procuring a simple steel chair. He hefts it and climbs up onto the apron on the opposite side of where Phyllis lies. The vampire starts to stir and Graver sits poised… Phyllis gets to his knees and Graver breaks into a run along the silky precipice of the apron… Phyllis gets to his feet and turns around and Graver SAILS off the apron with a flying clothesline, the chair situated against the crook of his arm for MAXIMUM damage--- BUT PHYLLIS MOVES OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!!!

CL: AUGH! Stupid emo!

Graver’s arm SANDWICHES the chair against the steel steps and he rolls quickly away, holding the limb at the elbow and swearing loudly. Phyllis thanks his lucky stars, or whatever it is Vampires thank, and hefts the cinderblock. He makes a slanty sort of face and sets it back down, opting instead for the table. Phyllis sets this up and turns to see Graver charging toward him! Reacting with split-second precision, Bathory hits the floor and catches Graver’s feet in a drop toe hold that SMASHES the Flycore champ’s face against the table edge!

JH: Bathory is getting better and better at wrestling this match! This guy could take the Flycore Championship home tonight!

Phyllis hops up onto the table as Graver slides off onto his back, staring at the lights. As quick as he got on, Phyllis hops off again, DRIVING both boots into Graver’s sternum!

JH: Impessive double stomp from Phyllis Bathory!

Phyllis grins at his impressive streak and finally picks up the shovel, hefting it to test its weight before standing back.

CM: HA! Looks like he’s gonna play Lil Slugger with Graver’s braincase!

CL: Anime references don’t become you, Martin.

Graver pushes off the mats, but the cameras manage to catch his teeth grinding and a vengeful look in his eye. In some kind of insane spinny motion, Graver pops to his feet and wheels around while simultaneously reaching into his pocket, grabbing a fistful of dust, and tossing it straight into Phyllis’ eyes! Phyllis’s reflexes aren’t anything to sneeze at, however, and he WRAPS THE WOODEN SHOVEL HANDLE AROUND GRAVER’S HEAD, SNAPPING IT AT A 45 DEGREE ANGLE SO THE HEAD OF THE SHOVEL CRACKS AGAINST THE BACK OF GRAVER’S SKULL!!!

CL: UUULTIMMAAAAAAAAAAAATE HAAARDDCOOOOREE SPOOOOOTAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Phyllis stumbles backward, blinded by the dust and sand as Graver falls forward. The two tumble down, Phyllis CRACKING his head on the steel stairs as he goes, Graver winding up on top of him in the end!

JH: NO! NO! He CAN’T steal it like this! He CAN’T!

CL: Steal what? That’s totally legit, Bitchen!

Fuzz waddles over and drops for the count…

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MA: Your winner… GRRRRAAAAYYYYYYVERRRRRRRRR!!!

JH: I cannot believe he managed to win like that! Phyllis was so close to tasting victory!

CL: Yeah, well, the past has passed, Hitchen. So it’s high time Phyllis get over it and maybe wrestle for the FSC or something. Stop trying to go against Graver. His awesomocity is far too powerful.

JH: No, I don’t think this is the end of these two. I sure as hell hope it isn’t!
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JH: Now it is time to see a match that came about from Xtreme Kitten’s challenge last week for new competition for the Dual Crown.

CL: Ask and ye shall receive a pink haired midget apparently.

CM: Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen him grapple with one while half naked.

JH: …That’s an image I choose to erase from my memories.

CL: My bullshit senses are tingling.

CM: It’s not bullshit! Lucy was in the middle of th-

JH: Okay! Well, I’m looking forward to this clash of the champions!

CL: Nice save.

CM: What? You think that’s weird? You should’ve seen the time when Kitten and Lucy brought a rooster and a pig into the equalization, talk about bea-


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest if your scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt. It is set for one fall to a finish and has been granted a one hour time limit if needed. Your official for this bout is Tony Clarke and it is for…the F! I! W! Dual Crown Championship!

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

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

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

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

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


CL: Whore, slut, cunt, bitch, cock sucker, clit bag, master douche…

CM: Is that last one any thing like a Master Chef status? Or, is it rather more of a Iron Chef thing?

JH: The key ingredient for today’s match is!


MA: Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Saitama, Japan and weighing in tonight at one hundred and twenty five pounds, and standing at five feet and two inches…She is your reigning FIW Undisputed International Champion…She! Is! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOKOOOOOOOOOOOO WAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIII~!!!


CL: Cliché’ food related television show references, fun!

CM: Smell that sarcasm, it is richly baked with a glaze.

JH: Right, you can stop that now Chip.


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

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

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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.

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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.


CM: My how the awesome have fallen, well, least he still has Lucy…

JH: I think if any thing, Kitten’s become even better than before!

CL: Why? Granted, I like him and all, but he’s the same ass hole you used to condemn.


MA: And introducing the champion, he hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds and stands at six feet and three inches…He is your reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…HE! IS! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRREMMMMMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNN~!!!


CM: I’ll tell you what changed, he became soft and these fans warmed up to the freak again.

JH: Momoko’s got quite the challenge in front of her, Kitten towers over her by a little over a foot and weighs nearly twice her weight!

CL: Yeah, unless she makes with the stabbing she’s fucked, and not in the way that whore would probably enjoy.


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It is the pink blur that resembles a lightning bolt that makes the first move in this contest, rushing the champion head on hopefully before he can gain his wits about him. Sadly, he had, and he merely bends forward and sends Wakari flying into the air at rapid speeds with a backdrop attempt. Though it isn’t too sad yet as the Pink Haired Demon manages to maneuver her body in mid-air and on wobbly legs lands feet first on the mat! Before XK has time to react she kicks him right between the legs in a questionable manner and whips him around, chopping him right across the chest! As this goes on, at the entrance the curtain is pulled back and a certain white haired judo master steps from behind it.

JH: Oh for Pete’s sake! That was a low blow Tony!

CL: Who is Pete and why the fuck should we care about him? Also, am I the only one who notices the Yeti to the right of us?

CM: Hey Hitchen, if the referee doesn’t see it, it doesn’t happen.

Montana’s fans let Momoko know that they saw the low blow with their jeers as she continues to unload back hand chop after back hand chop. With each blow the champion’s chest turns more and more red, now resembling a few cherries on top of a sundae. Gradually with each chop she pushes him backwards, forcing him to be cornered by her and her onslaught. After the twenty first or so chop, Kitten finds the heart and determination to fire back with an elbow strike that rocks the UIC holder.

CL: Finally, he stops her from disgracing the good name of back hand chops.

CM: Boo, you don’t hit a lady!

JH: I don’t think there is any thing remotely lady like about Momoko Wakari.

It is then when all hell breaks loose between the two competitors, chops and elbow strikes are flying faster than Clarke can keep up with. For each elbow strike there is a cheer, and for every chop there is a deafening jeer; but even the fans are having a hard time keeping up. With each passing moment of this strike exchange Wakari’s face shows signs of bruising and Kitten’s chest starts looking like ground round, ready to be cooked into hamburger. Due to his superior size and strength, the Feline Fighter begins to make head way and turns the tide into his favor with his relentless elbow strike flurry.

CM: One of these two is going to knock the other out at this rate!

JH: Well, I wouldn’t think this early in the match it could ha-

CL: Especially when the slut is aiming for Kitten’s chest, not his head. If any one was to be knocked out, it would be that walking germ farm.

Yet another mighty elbow strike sends the Pink Haired Demon reeling unlike any of the previous ones, causing her to stumble back several steps. Showing his drive to pound her into the dirt Xtreme Kitten follows in right after her, grabbing a hold of her and whipping her around. Only, instead of Kitten being able to strike her face into putty like substance, he gets the point of a thumb straight into both of his eye sockets! Tony points threateningly and warns the Zaibatsu member who just grins in a way only a Crow could teach her before head butting XK!

JH: That is not needed in a Dual Crown Championship match darn it!

CL: Holy fuck, you hear that?! That sounded like two football helmets colliding!

CM: I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them was bleeding after that!

While not bleeding, XK certainly is looking in bad shape as he staggers like he’s had one too many tonight at the local bar. For some reason the challenger seems annoyed with her foe, grabbing him on both sides of his cranium and head butting him for the second time. This time she looks satisfied when he drops down to one knee and races away from him, hitting the ropes and springing off of them. Like a bullet out of a handgun she zips right back towards her larger opponent, scaling up his knee and knocking him silly with a kick!

CL: Fuck, she even ruins my enjoyment of the shining wizard.

CM: That was the best I’ve ever seen! Momoko’s got it in the bag!

JH: Could we be seeing the titles slipping from Kitten’s grasp?!

A few fans grudgingly show respect for that impressive maneuver as she gets up to her feet and ignores them, scurrying over to the near by turnbuckle. She grabs the top buckle by both sides of it and rears back before she sling shots herself up onto the perch, and gracefully turns to face the ring. FIW’s Undisputed International Champion stands up and gives the fans a up your’s gesture before launching off of the top, looking for her Demon Stomp…only for XK to roll away! Kitten rolls to his feet at the same exact time Momoko rolls through her double stomp, Kitten nails her with the Hello Kitty Roundhouse and in the blink of an eye has her in a small package! Back up at the entrance way the previously mentioned white haired man’s eyes widen a bit at how quickly XK executed the roll up.

CM: No!

JH: Xtreme Kitten avoided the Demon Stomp and just hit the Hello Kitty Roundhouse!


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CL: Come on, count faster you bastard!

CM: Count slower, count slower!


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JH: Momoko put up a hard fought battle, but this looks to be the end.

CL: Yes! Fucking aye!


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CM: Oh thank god, oh thank god…

JH: Looks like it isn’t over yet folks!


Sluggishly Kitten rolls over onto his side and tries to collect his breath, still feeling some of the effects from the shining wizard. Mirror opposite of that is Wakari who rolls onto her side facing the other way, trying to recover from the effects of the roundhouse kick. Eventually both get to their feet and XK attempts a discus elbow strike only for the smaller warrior to duck underneath it and get in close. When within arm’s reach of the champion she starts dishing out a flurry of open hand slaps, trying to chop down this tree in front of her.

JH: I’m not sure how effective those will really be…

CL: How about not at all? That sounds good to me.

CM: Eye of the Tiger Momoko, Eye of the Tiger!

Constance is right on the money, the Feline Fighter drives a vicious knee strike right into the midsection and lower chest of the Pink Haired Demon. Aside from now her tits feeling like hell, the wind is clearly knocked out of her too when XK grabs her by her hair. Momoko wails out in agony when Kitten spins around, lifting her up by her hair and launches her like a frisbee through the air. Oddly enough, she even manages to spin around while in mid-air like one too until she lands with a nasty thud.

CL: Now that’s how you handle a cunt like her, some thing her daddy should’ve done when she was younger.

CM: Gah! Momoko!

JH: That is utter brutality!

Knowing better than to give her a breather, the champ marches over and starts drilling his feet down onto the woman’s head with Garvin Stomps! A small chant of “River dance” breaks out thanks to the fancy foot work Kitten is showing off at the moment. Wakari desperately tries to crawl away and makes her way towards the turnbuckle, and with XK right after her Tony can barely see what’s going on. When all hope seems lost for the challenger, she sees an opening in his pattern, and she leaps up, punching him and rolls him up in an inside cradle! Confusion is apparent for some reason on the Judo Sensei’s face, and he starts walking down the steps towards the ring.

CM: Amazing! Momoko has summoned the power of the Deities with that punch!

JH: What is she stuffing back into her pants?! What is that?! Did she use that?!


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CL: No shit Sherlock. Last time I checked she hadn’t suddenly gotten a blonde dye job and thrown in a couple of green contacts. So I think it’s safe to assume that she is hiding a pair of brass knuckles, the whore.

CM: Hmm, Momoko a Super Saiya-jin…I’m for some reason strangely both horrified and aroused at that thought.


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JH: This is an outrage! Momoko is going to steal the titles!

CL: You know what morons say, the apple doesn’t fall too fucking far from the tree!


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CM: Blast!

JH: Incredible! Kitten is still in the match! Though, by the looks of it, Kiyoshi was about to inform the referee regardless!


While frustrated over failing to get the three, the Hellcat uses this chance to properly tuck those brass knuckles away before Tony sees them. A little out of it aside, XK looks rather well as he places a hand on the bottom rope and uses it to roll over towards them and their safety. Even with her protests to the contrary, the senior official of FIW makes her back away and let Kitten safely get out of the ropes. Course, he only does after he gets back up to a vertical base with the support of them and has caught his breath completely.

JH: Here we go again, this match has been a roll coaster from the very start!

CL: Momoko really needs to stop being such a pest and lay down to Kitten. I’m sure she’s used to that position by now, on her back.

CM: I’m worried for Momoko, Kiyoshi’s up to some thing over there on those steps, I can feel it.

For the second time in the match Wakari races towards the champion and looks to scale up him, perhaps a modified version of her shining wizard. However, the Feline Fighter side steps out of the way of her on coming body, though she puts the brakes on as soon as he does. Unfortunately for her, XK flips backwards and whacks her on the top of her skull with the Pelé kick! Swiftly he scoops her up when he senses the end from it and lifts her upside down, before jumping up and driving her head first into the canvas!

CL: The Pelé Kick followed up by the Kitten’s Meow!

CM: Some how, I just know this is all Tony Clarke’s fault!

JH: How is this Tony’s fault? By doing his job?

Out of pure reflex XK goes for the cover only to have Clarke point out to him that the challenger is too close to the ropes for it to count. With a slight grumble Kitten gets off of Wakari and grabs her by her hair, pulling her a little bit away from the ropes when a voice rings out. Tony, Kitten and Nakahata all crane around to see a blonde haired Cajun slink out to the ringside area and hop up onto the apron. Not liking this one bit, Clarke storms over and tells Mr. Blond he needs to leave immediately from the ringside area.

CM: Yay! Blond’s gonna save the day!

JH: More like be a pest! Hasn’t he caused enough trouble tonight?!

CL: Apparently not.

This distraction is just what the doctor ordered for Momoko, who recovers and rams her head straight into an area where it certainly isn’t legal to hit. When he bends over to clutch his family’s valuables XK also gets a face full of pink mist spewing from Wakari’s mouth. Now with a new dye job to his mask, the champion drops to the mat trying to paw the mist out of his eyes as the Pink Haired Demon stands up straight. Confidently she strides over to the near by turnbuckle and starts to steadily climb up the corner.

JH: This is highway robbery!

CL: If you can’t win by cheating, cheat some more seems to be the Tanaka Zaibatsu motto.

CM: I like that motto!

Seeing enough of this circus, Kiyoshi snatches a handful of Blond’s pant leg and pulls him straight off of the apron, making him collide face first with it! The sound from the collision brings Momoko’s attention towards it while she is in the middle of her climb up to the top. A sneer creeps over her features when she sees Blond is laid out thanks to Kiyoshi Nakahata, and that he is informing the referee to look Kitten’s and her way. Though, perhaps some one should’ve suggested to her to look the other way as Xtreme Kitten’s knee plunges into her cheek and knocks her off her perch and down onto the mat!

CL: Fuck yes! Kao Loi!

CM: Crap! Blond’s down and the referee’s turned around!


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There is no movement from the Undisputed International Champion when Tony starts his knock out count.

JH: The Tanaka Zaibatsu’s plan to steal the Dual Crown has backfired on them!

CL: Serves them fucking right, even if they do hang around Daisuke.


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Still no movement from Momoko as Xtreme Kitten stands over her, ready to pounce if need be.

CM: Get up!

JH: That Kao Loi connected right on the point of Kitten’s knee, it could have taken her out completely.


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There is still no movement from the Pink Haired Demon, but, Blond begins to stir at ringside and gropes at the apron.

CL: As bad ass as that leap Kitten took was, I doubt this is it.

CM: Damn straight it isn’t!


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Slowly Blond uses the apron to pull his body up to his knees, peering over the apron and across the ring at the lifeless Momoko Wakari.

JH: Oh great, Blond is recovering.

CL: Guess you just can’t kill cock roaches.


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It is shortly after seeing Momoko’s status that the Zaibatsu’s hired hit man notices Kiyoshi looming beside him. Blond flinches slightly, recalling what just happened to him and shuffles a few feet away from the white haired man.

CM: Come on Momoko, fight! Fight!

JH: Blond better not try to pull any thing here!


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Finally Wakari starts to stir, her body twitching and a soft groan of agony seeping out from between her lips.

CL: That’s right, stay down bitch.

CM: No, no, get up! Get up, ignore the jaded middle aged goth!


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Much to Kitten’s chagrin Momoko starts moving, placing her hands in front of her and dragging her body towards the ropes.

JH: With so many close falls in this, I wouldn’t be surprised if Momoko recovered from this!

CL: But she won’t.


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Looking similar to a snail as Xtreme Kitten and Tony Clarke, Kiyoshi Nakahata and Mr. Blond all watch her crawl towards the ropes, nearing them.

CM: You’re almost there, you’re almost there!

JH: That she is.


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Her hand grasps the bottom rope, and moments later her other hand grabs it too, both latching onto it as tightly as they can. Slowly she pulls her limp body towards the ropes and manages to grab a hold of the middle rope with one of her hands, pulling her body up a bit.

CL: Oh you got to be fucking kidding me, stay down bitch! Stay down you cunt bag!

CM: Yes! By god, yes! Channel that fighting spirit of your forefathers or whatever nonsense those idiots in Japan spout and get up!


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JH: Momoko didn’t beat the count! Kitten retains, Kitten retains!

CL: Thank Buddha…


MA: Here is your winner and STILL Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion…XXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRRRRREMMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!!


The arena explodes into cheers as the champion’s music starts up, Tony Clarke quickly gets the title belts and slings them over XK’s shoulders as he kneels down. Blond grumbles and walks around the ringside to grab Wakari and pull her out of the ring. He throws one of her arms over his shoulders and wraps one around her shoulders, helping her get her belt and then helping her to the back. Lucy enters the ring and pats the Feline Fighter a few times on the back as she hands him a bottle of water, Kitten for the first time noticing Kiyoshi’s presence.

CL: Ha, ha, that’s right you Cajun piece of shit, carry her to the back because she’s a LOSER.

CM: Poor Momo-chan…

JH: She may not have been the most honorable fighter, but she still proved that genders are far from limitations.

Kiyoshi looks like he might enter the ring when some one roughly jams his shoulder into the man of Japanese heritage. Mister Fighting Spirit turns around to see the Evolution of Evil storming right past him and entering the ring. Even in his tired state Kitten forces his body to his feet, looking ready to punch Prime right in the nose. Luckily, for both parties, Lucy holds the champion back as Prime looks at the belts and then starts saying some thing to XK.

CM: Prime! It’s Prime!

JH: Looks like he’s a bit sore still over the tag team match Kiyoshi and he had earlier.

CL: Eh, what’s this J.T.T.S. want with Kitten?

By the way the biggest man in FIW right now is looking as he is talking, it almost sounds like some sort of deal between the two. Though, before he can finish he abruptly is cut off when he stumbles forward from some one bumping into his shoulder. When he looks back up, Kiyoshi is in front of him talking to Xtreme Kitten about some thing. Ignoring the fuming monster behind him, Nakahata extends his hand out to the Dual Crown Champion.

JH: It looks like Kiyoshi is trying to show some respect to the champ!

CL: A nice, bloody and violent honorable bout between the two would be solid.

CM: Hey! That’s no way to just brush Prime off!

XK looks at Kiyoshi, looks down at the hand, looks back up at Kiyoshi and then looks back down at the hand, and then looks back up at Kiyoshi yet again. He chuckles and shakes his head as he steps forward to extend his hand, only to pull it away from Nakahata at the last second! Kitten cackles and Lucy chuckles as they stroll to the back, leaving Kiyoshi alone with his honorable and respectable offer mocked by the two. Though there is still a bone to pick, Prime grabs the Yeti of FIW and spins him around, getting right into his face.

JH: Oh, come on Kitten! Kiyoshi Nakahata was just trying to do the honorable thing!

CL: Shut up, Prime and Kiyoshi look like they might be about to go at it!

CM: I wonder if these three will even make it to Summer of Sin!

CL: Well, fuck, that’s it, we are all out of time for tonight folks. Make sure to tune back in next Friday for another edition of ReVolt…you wouldn’t FUCKING dare miss it!

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