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ReVolt; 07-13-07
Topic Started: Jul 14 2007, 03:30 AM (335 Views)
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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.

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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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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the opening contest LIVE at FIW ReVolt is scheduled for one fall!

JH: Here we go, this one ought to be interesting!

CM: I really hope Shaun Wilson stomps Justin Sane’s skull in, of course I don’t know if that would make him more retarded than he already is!

CL: Fucking headset. Hang on, I’m having some problems with it, it’s not like I’m gonna’ miss anything anyway.

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.

MA: Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, weighing 208 pounds, he is THE DYNAMO, SHAUN WILSONNN!

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.

JH: Justin Sane is so much fun to watch, despite obviously having one too many screws loose! Let’s see how Justin fares against Shaun Wilson here in the opening contest!

**DING**

Immediately, Justin SPRINGS up out of his corner, babbling like a maniac as he dives toward Shaun who gets out of the way, he lunges at the Dynamo again who scoots out of the ring and starts sprinting around it, Justin giving chase screaming his babbling the whole way, Shaun gets back in the ring first and delivers a hard kick to Justin’s midsection before Justin can get all the way back in, picking him up and taking him over with a snap suplex now as Shaun takes advantage of the unfair situation. He calls out that the “fool’s got nothin’“ as the crowd boos that heavily, Shaun continuing the attack by driving an elbow to Justin’s leg, following it up with another one, Shaun picks Justin up onto his feet and then picks his leg up looking for a dragon screw but Justin jumps up with the other leg, kicking him in the back of the head with an Enzuigiri! Shaun doesn’t go down immediately which allows the Insane Luchador to snapmare him over and then DROPKICK him hard in the back of the head, quickly following up with a cover..

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2..

Kickout![/align]



JH: I have a feeling that this opening contest is going to be…shall we say, Insane?

CM: Let’s not, and an ass-kicking comes with another name pun.

Justin quickly pops up from the kickout, letting Shaun get back to his feet, he raises his arm, wanting a knucklelock, Shaun goes for it but Justin quickly switches to his other hand, this little switcheroo game goes back and forth for a moment, the crowd laughing at Justin Sane’s antics until Shaun breaks the fun up with a poke to the eyes, which allows him to push Justin into the corner, following up with a HARD knife edge chop, followed by another, Shaun then arrogantly slaps Justin across the face which fires the Insane Luchador up again, he reverses the momentum by grabbing Shaun and putting him in the corner, RIPPING Shaun with a chop, but Justin himself sells it as hard as Shaun is, yelping in pain and grabbing at his own chest before chopping him again and repeating the ritual!

CM: What in the god’s name of Hell is he doing?

JH: Aaaparently the chops Justin are delivering are hurting him as much as they’re hurting Shaun!

Justin now sends Shaun to the other corner, but Shaun gets his boot up, catching Justin right in his masked face, Justin staggers back and Shaun comes out firing with a spinning heel kick! Justin goes down and Shaun goes to the outside, jumping up and springboarding off so Shaun and connect with a leg drop across the throat! Shaun hooks the leg deep, counting along with his other hand..

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2..

Kickout![/align]


CM: Dumb mistake by Shaun, even though he’s got full control of this match, that idiot Justin Sane is no slouch, he’s got to stay on him!

Shaun now picks Justin up, delivering another slap to the face before following up with a forearm, Justin gets pushed into the corner again and now Shaun sets him up on the top turnbuckle, apparently looking for a Hurricanrana from the top now as Shaun follows him up, Shaun sets up and goes to take him off the top but Justin hangs onto the top rope tightly, spilling Shaun onto the mat, Shaun staggers to his feet and gets caught in a TORNADO DDT, spiking the Dynamo into the mat headfirst! Justin quickly covers, hooking the leg..

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2..

CLOOOSE kickout![/align]


Justin thought it was three, and holds up three fingers, to the referee’s reply of two, Justin looks at his hand and then asks him “Five? I thought it was three!” to laughs from the crowd, he picks up Shaun and whacks him with a right hand, sending him into the ropes, Shaun ducks under the coming clothesline and hurls Justin overhead with a modified T-Bone Suplex, lifting him up almost bearhug-style beforehand! Justin’s down in the middle of the ring and Shaun goes to the top rope, looking to put Justin away, he positions himself on the top and comes spinning back with a corkscrew moonsault, and it connects! Shaun hooks the leg..

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2..

KICKOUT BY JUSTIN![/align]


JH: Wow, wild action here!

Shaun smacks the mat, angry now that he can’t put the Insane Luchador away, and picks him up again, setting up for the Lone Star Effect, but mid leap Justin brings him back down in an atomic drop! The force of it sends Shaun into the ropes, on the rebound Justin kicks Shaun in the gut and pulls him backward, draping his leg over and connecting with the Slice of Insane! Justin makes a cover..


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2..

Kickout!![/align]


CM: How many pinfalls are gonna be in this!? Not too often you see two guys that are actually TRYING to win the match!

Justin now gets up, preparing to connect with Brain Damage as he slaps his knee laughing like a maniac, he gets ready to waste Shaun with the reverse Shining Wizard but on the charge Shaun pulls the referee in the way, causing Justin to run into him! The referee goes down as Shaun scoots away to a corner, Justin revives the referee part way but turns around right into a cloud of powder in his eyes!

JH: THAT BASTARD THREW THE POWDER WHY DIDN’T THE REF SEE IN MY DAY I’VE NEVER SEEN SUCH BLATANT DESTRUCTION OF THE RULES--

CM *after grabbing Jonathan’s microphone to stop it*: Thaaat’s enough.

The crowd begins to already boo as Shaun rolls Justin up..

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2..

Shaun puts his feet on the ropes for good measure!

3!

*ding ding*[/align]


CM: And one of the worst losing streaks in FIW is finally over!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner is SHAUN WILSON!

Shaun quickly rolls out of the ring and heads to the back, pointing to his brain and looking cocky as ever as Justin is wiping his eyes trying to tell the referee what happened, even though the referee is telling him that he didn’t see anything. The crowd continues to boo Shaun as “Get it Up” reprises, Shaun at the top of the ramp now celebrating his latest win.

We cut to a black screen, and it remains black for a few seconds. The crowd murmur, curious, recognising this from last week as the wind picks up.

WHITE FLASH

We hear the wind blowing even stronger, and look down on thousands of street lights, rushing past as seen from the air. Red and white glowing pinpricks dot the landscape for miles around, before finally we arrive at a tall glass building, the same one we saw the week before. The camera moves closer in, swooping down.

Once again, there is a man stood on the top of the building, dangerously close to the edge. We see him clearer this time, dressed in a black hooded top, with the hood up, his arms outstretched, his head tilted backward, facing the wind. We circle him several times but still never really getting a good look at him.


WHITE FLASH

We cut to a black screen. The wind stops, replaced by a muted laughter, as the following words slowly materialise.

He's Coming............


to FIW



at Summer of SIN


The chuckle tails off, and again we hear the wind picking up, getting very strong before.....

WHITE FLASH
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"Good Time" by Leroy hits the PA system and the team with no name make their way out from the backstage area.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall, and is a standard tag-team match! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined FOUR hundred SEVENTY-three pouuunds… El Lumberjacko and Ash Koopa… the TEEEEAAAAM WITH! NO! NAAAAAAAAAME!!!

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.

CL: These guys are walking, talking, breathing butt plugs.

JH: Stop being so harsh on people just because they love the fans, Constance.

CM: Yeah, you can’t tell me you don’t just LOOOOOOOVE being famous.

CL: I do, actually. Because it gives me a chance to tell all of those people who spend every waking moment chronicling the adventures of Paris Hilton they’re FUCKING MORONS.

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.

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


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

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


After moments when the music starts to pick up, Crackerjack moves onto the stage slowly and stands at the stages’ edge right at the stairs.

MA: And their opponents… introducing first, from the alleys of New York City, CRRRRRRACKERJACK!!!

Looking down to the left, Crackerjack suddenly jerks his head to the right to get a full glance in that direction. Moving forward again slowly, Crackerjack makes his way down the three steps one at a time.

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


In a sort of sideways fashion, Crackerjack walks down to the ring not removing his gaze from it. Of course, it’s hard to tell with the mask, but it’s safe to assume.

CL: This man is in it to win it. Just like he is with everything.

CM: Seconded.

JH: He’s a dominating force, but his tag team partner can’t really be trusted. The Team With No Name have a LOT of experience on their side.

Just as Crackerjack reaches up for the ropes, the entire arena goes black for maybe three seconds, five tops. When all lights are back on, Crackerjack stands in the middle of the ring staring back at the entranceway as the song has skipped the second verse and gone into the chorus, still standing in a half sideways manner. The musical jingles familiar to Kill Bill fans of Ironside’s “Quincy Jones” EDITOR’S NOTE: It’s actually “Ironside” by Quincy Jones. Quincy Delightt Jones Jr. (born March 14, 1933) is an American music impresario, conductor, record producer, musical arranger, film composer and trumpeter. During five decades in the entertainment industry, Jones has earned more than 70 Grammy Award nominations, more than 25 Grammy Awards, and a Grammy Legend Award in 1991. He is best known as the producer of two of the top-selling records of all time: the album Thriller, by pop icon Michael Jackson, which sold 104 million copies worldwide, and the charity song “We Are the World”.
In 1968, Jones and his songwriting partner Bob Russell became the first African-Americans to be nominated for an Academy Award in the Best Original Song category. That same year, he became the first African-American to be nominated twice within the same year when he was nominated for Best Original Score for his work on the music of In Cold Blood. Jones was also the first (and so far, the only) African-American to be nominated as a producer in the category of Best Picture (in 1986, for The Color Purple). He was also the first African-American to win the Academy's Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award, in 1995. He is tied with sound designer Willie D. Burton as the most Oscar-nominated African-American, each of them having seven nominations. But I can understand where you wouldn’t know that.
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 …

CM: Does anyone else feel like a Wikipedia article’s opening paragraph was just injected into their brain?

CL: No.

JH: No.

CM: Just me then.

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.

MA: And his partner, from Saitama Japan… MOOOMOOKOOOOO WWWAAAAAKAAAARIIIIIII!!

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.

[align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align]

JH: That’s the bell, Michaela Menendez has called this match to start!

CM: Ouch. Momoko just shoved Crackerjack aside and stepped into the center of the ring to face Lumberjacko. Burrrrn.

CL: Shoved him aside? What!? The dumb bitch could barely knock over a sapling on a gale force-windy day. She put her arm on his shoulder and fucking moved around him!

CM: … still. The sentiment was there. The buuurrrrn.

CL: Burn this, fucker.

We enjoy a picture-in-picture view of Conse flipping Chip the bird before Crackerjack, irritated, retreats to their corner. Momoko approaches Lumberjacko and finds herself in a tieup. The two wrestle for control before Momoko finally gets the upper hand with a knee to his ribs. The lock breaks and she BASHES her head into the silly-looking mask of El Lumberjacko.

CM: Devestating head butt from Momoko Wakari!

Lumberjacko stumbles backward a step, but then rushes forward with an impressive series of forearm smashes! Momoko is staggered backward to the ropes, whereupon she receives a quick blind tag from her partner, Crackerjack.

JH: What the… ?

CL: HA! Crackerjack wants a piece of the action already! I like his style.

Lumberjacko seems to have changed his assault from a flurry of blows to something with more flair and speediness, taking a few steps back before charging into a spinning wheel kick. His heel catches Crackerjack on the side of the head, stumbling the manolith, but otherwise doing nothing to shake him too far off-balance. Lumberjacko hops up off the mat, dusts himself off, and jumps on Crackerjack’s back with a sleeper hold, pounding fists into the larger man’s head as fast as he can dish them out.

JH: You have to admire Lumberjacko’s tenacity. The second Crackerjack hit the ring, he didn’t run and tag in his bigger, stronger partner. No. He stayed his ground and is sticking it to Crackerjack the best way he knows how!

CL: Sure, OK. Call him brave. I’ll call him a dumbass. Let’s see how far that tenacity gets him, shall we?

Crackerjack seems to be getting dizzy from all the punches and tires of this stupid game, ending it by repositioning himself and charging backward, flattening Lumberjacko against the turnbuckle. He slumps off and Crackerjack stalks away, only to turn back around and LAMB-BASTE Lumberjacko with a clothesline that nearly knocks him over the turnbuckle and out of the ring!

JH: What ferocious power!

CL: LARIATOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

Crackerjack hunches over and bellows, grinning at the crowd, seemingly searching through it. Lumberjacko takes this time to almost comically slide over to Ash Koopa, who enters the ring with a thunderous ovation and CRASHES into Crackerjack’s back with a diving shoulder tackle. Crackerjack staggers forward and gets tripped up enough by Ash’s groping hands to actually fall face-first into the mats!

JH: And the Koopamaniac has downed the Crackerjack!

CM: The impossible is possible! Where’s my flying pig!?

Ash celebrates with a fist pump before crawling into a back-mounted crossface!

JH: This could be a submission right here!

CL: The fuck it could!

Ash cranks the hold tight while Crackerjack reaches for the ropes. They’re not in range, but one thing is… Momoko’s hand. She smiles smugly as the pain is starting to get to him, and Ash’s weight is a bit too much to just dead-lift off his back. Crackerjack denies the tag, instead opting to try and pry Ash off his head.

CL: OHHH. OHHH. What was that, Martin? HUH!? HUH!? BUUUURRRRRNNNN.

CM: Fuck you.

Crackerjack pounds his fists while Momoko smiles even more smugly and Michaela asks ‘Jack if he wants to give up. The manolith logically declines, and Ash torques on more pressure, in hopes to make him change his mind.

JH: Crackerjack can’t let pride hold him back here. It’s a tag match, he’s got a tag partner--

CL: And she’s a self-righteous bitch.

CM: She is not! It’s not her fault she’s awesome!

Crackerjack finally gives in and tags Momoko, letting the pink-haired demon loose all over Ash Koopa’s exposed back. She drives a few stomps into his spine before finally pulling out the big guns with a two-foot stomp straight to the spine! Ash rolls off of Crackerjack and the big man is escorted out of the ring by Michaela. This gives Momo a chance to whip out a stapler (yes, stapler, not a staple gun) from hammerspace and go to town on the downed Ash Koopa with it!

JH: Oh COME ON! That’s’ so blatantly illegal! Michaela! Turn back around!

She does, but by the time that’s done, Momoko has returned the offending implement from whence it came. She sees the staples and blood in Ash’s flesh, though, and gives a warning glare to the innocently smiling Momoko.

CM: What the hell, blood and no Consegasm?

CL: Blood Momoko draws just isn’t the same…

Momoko pulls Ash to his feet and Japanese whips him toward the turnbuckle, but Ash is just enough stronger than Momo, and still has enough wherewithal to turn it around into a British whip that sends Momoko’s spine into the pads. Ash follows up with a THUNDEROUS avalanching jumping body splash, which he punctuates by tagging his partner, Lumberjacko back in.

CL: Oh, great. More of the idiot whose mask appears to be made of circus peanuts.

Lumberjacko drags Momoko away from the turnbuckle and into the center of the ring, whereupon he NAILS a picture-perfect quebrada!

JH: Quebrada! Quebrada! This could be all!

Michaela drops and counts…

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!



NO![/align]

Momo shoulders out and rolls away from the zany luchador. She rises to a crouch and Lumberjacko gets to his feet, but Momoko makes a mad dash and ROCKETS HER HEEL OFF THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD!!!

CL: SHIIIINEEEEN WIZZAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

They fall into a heap, Lumberjacko wisely rolling onto his front and cradling his masked face. He rolls to the edge of the ring and as Momoko gets up, the stapler drops out of her secret hiding place. She swears under her breath in Japanese as Michaela notices and starts questioning her about it. Momo denies everything, even offering Michaela the chance to search her for more weapons, but before the search can get started, Lumberjacko WHEELS Momoko around and SPEWS a thick, viscous, amber-colored fluid from his mask’s mouthole into Momoko’s face!!

CM: Wait, was that… was that… !?

JH: MAPLE MIST!! MAPLE MIST!!! EL LUMBERJACKO JUST SPRAYED MOMOKO IN THE FACE WITH MAPLE MIST!!!

CL: What the hell!? Since when does the Lumberjack have a mist gland?

JH: Since never, but I’ll bet dollars to jaffa cakes he’s got a maple gland!

CL: Touché.

El Lumberjacko NAILS a swinging reverse STO; his Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and covers Momoko as Michaela drops to count again!

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!




THREE!!



DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align]

MA: Your winner, via pinfall… THE TEAAAAM WITH! NOOOO! NAAAAAAAAAAME!!

JH: What a victory for the team with no name! You’ve got to bet they’re happy!

CL: And Crackerjack sure as hell is pissed! Look at him entering the ring!

Crackerjack is indeed entering the ring, full of fury. He grabs Momoko by the scruff or her neck and THROWS HER over the top rope and into the fenced barricades!

JH: GOOD GOD THE POWER!!!

He turns to Lumberjacko and Ash (who entered the ring to celebrate with his partner). They eye each other for a moment before Crackerjack starts WAILING ON THE BOTH OF THEM WITH HUGE HAMFISTS!!!

JH: SOMEBODY STOP THIS!!

Security floods the ring in record time, but it’s too late as Crackerjack already has made his escape, kicking at the scenery and growling in rage as he storms off to the back.

JH: What the hell has gotten into Crackerjack?

CL: I have no clue, but he’s as pissed as I’ve ever seen him! And I watch him fucking closely!

CM: You mean you’re looking for his p--

CL: But not as close as Chip, who LOVES the cock.

CM: I hate you.
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MA: The following contest is a Three Way Elimination Match!

The thunderous growl of a motorcycle engine almost deafens the opening to the entirely instrumental "Oden's Ride Over Nordland" by Bathory. The music stirs as the lights turn a deep blue, Odin riding onstage on his custom motorcycle Sleipnir. He raises a fist as the engine idles, steadies himself, and GUNS the bike, ramping the stairs and landing with a squeak of tires.

MA: Making his way to the ring, from Citadel of Asgard Falls, Wyoming... standing six feet, eight inches and weighing in at THREE hundred TWELVE pounds... OOOOOOOOOOODIIIIIIIIIINNNN!!!

Odin rides his bike once around the ring as Skuld subtly makes her way down to ringside with Odin's wolves, Geri and Freki, on long chain leashes. She stands in Odin's corner as he finishes his ride, chaining the wolves to the ring post and giving Odin a kiss on the cheek for luck as he pops the kickstand and kills the engine on Sleipnir. Odin steps between the ropes, ready to do battle.

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

[align=center]Ah Ah
Ah Ah
Ah Ah
Ah Ah
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Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of five people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal...for some random reason... Just then, from behind the curtain walks out the Lord of Cambridgeshire himself, Sir Colbert Tottington, followed by his companion Lord General Mortimer Igneous. Colbert is wearing his wrestling gear, while the Lord General is wearing his beefeater outfit.. They both grin, as the crowd boo the two "Brits". Colbert and the Lord General are not paying attention, and instead they start to make there way down the ramp.

[align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire
Fire
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MA: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Lord General Mortimer Igneous, from "Cambridge, England", weighing 240lbs *sigh*....SIR COLBERT TOTTINGTON!

Colbert seems rather annoyed by the unconvincing introduction. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the Lord General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Colbert gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just purely ignored by Sir Colbert, enjoying the imaginary cheers that he hears in his mind. Eventually the Lord General comes over and gets down on one knee, then holding his two hands out. Colbert uses this as a sort of step, placing his foot in the General's hands and stepping down onto the canvas once more. General Mortimer gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Colbert then waits for the match to begin.

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

[align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)
[/align]

MA: And finally, from Leamington Spa, England, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Eight Pounds Chris EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIICKKKKKKK!!!!!

…The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signalling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway.

CM: That big guy needs to get a haircut and get a real job!

CL: Don’t flatter yourself Chip, you’re not that tall.

[align=center]Ba-Ding![/align]

And the match begins not, for once, with circling, but with a three way stare-down that would make Sergio Leone proud. No comedy three way tests of strength, no bragging [except from the General, but he doesn’t count,] just three men, standing and staring. The first to break from the staring, is Sir Colbert, who just leaves, possibly to talk strategy with the General, although I doubt he got anything worthwhile out of him.

CL: Now then, can something please finally happen?

Ask and ye shall receive. Yakuza kick aimed at the big guy’s jaw starts us off, but Elrick isn’t seven feet tall, so really it only hits Odin’s chest. He might as well have thumbed his nose at the big guy for all the good it’s done him, since he immediately comes back by wasting him in the face with a forearm. Elrick has taken worse kickings before now, although rarely in one shot. Not that he has any time to meditate on it, with a three shot combo; a slap, a chop and bastard of a haymaker!

JH: Good Sweet Christ!

CL: Bit early for a catch-phrase, isn’t it?

CM: Yeah, but that was a killer set of rights though…

Elrick goes down, as Odin turns back to ‘Sir’ Colbert. At least he would, if Col was anywhere to be found at ringside. Odin turns to Skuld, but she doesn’t have any idea either. Elrick also has no clue, but that is no impediment to his German Suplexing Odin, although the latter’s size might. It’s not the prettiest thing ever, but it hits, and El holds the bridge for the first pin of the night:

[align=center]One!

But He’ll Have to do Better than That!!
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FIW’s Family Man unleashes a barrage of knees, and elbows, and every other strike he can think of to keep the cyclopean giant on the defensive, and looks to be succeeding, until

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Maj Colbert Almost Takes Elrick Out!!!
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CL: Where the Blue Festering Fu-

CM: Strategising under the ring with the General, I’d imagine.

That answer actually placates Constance. Colbert’s school boy almost snatches him thee first elimination. Unfortunately for him, he can’t quite escape Odin’s wrath, in the form of something akin to a gut-wrench suplex, without the technique the word suplex conjures up. It was a pure brute throw. Odin turns into Elrick with the intention of Power-slamming him as a way of checking his rush, but gets a high velocity knee to the ribs. Amazingly, Odin is only staggered, but turned around, and launched with the…

JH: EEEEEEEELLLRRRRIIIIIIIICCCCKKK-PPPLEEEEEE

CM: Do you honestly think that a weed such as Elrick could really launch a God?

CL: Elrick’s not a weed, and Mr. Wednesday there, is not a God. You think you could actually start paying attention to these things? Thank you very much.

Anyhow, back to the match; Colbert’s not going to be able to sneak up on Elrick twice, since the ‘Englishman’ gets clubbered when he tries to slide his arm in for another roll-up, and clubbered some more when he tries to beg for mercy. The only thing saving him from any more clubberin’ is the Fist of the All Father in Elrick’s face!

CM: Wonder if Simon’s going to be able to recognise his hero after tha- OH MY GOD!!!

CL: I wonder if The General’s going to be able to recognise Maj, I mean Colbert after that

And Odin flexes his hand, wondering if that shouldn’t have hurt more. Elrick is the first of his opponents to their feet. Bit of a mistake, really.

JH: Sweet Zombie Jesus!

CM: Why pray to him? We’re dealing with Norse mythology here. You’d need to pray to… hmm… Well, Odin to get him out of the Call of Valhalla.

[align=center]Ba-Ding![/align]

MA: Elrick Has Been Eliminated!!!

There is only so long the human brain can last without Oxygen, and any choking is exacerbated when the chokee’s feet don’t touch the floor. Odin lets go, and when he turns around, like a ray, like a beam, Sir Majbert Tottington has gone. Like some kind of Indian English Shinobi, he has once more vanished. It’s the wolves who spot him first. When Odin eventually twigs [thankfully resisting the urge to ask “what is it, Lassie?”] he turns around into a Missile Dropkick from the Top Rope!

CM: I have No Idea *nudgenudgewinkwink* who this guy is, but he has the sneakiness of someone very familiar.

CL: Quit it. We all know who it is.

CM: Aww…

With even more crafty cunning, Colbert goes for a Crucifix Hold… But it gets blocked, leaving the old fruit in something of a pickle, what? Odin isn’t in the mood for an Airplane Spin, so is content with throwing him to the ground in front of him, and dropping a knee across Colbert’s gut, and starting to lay siege in the form of large and repeated punching. The only thing stopping this brutal assault is the referee, and even then, only using the sacred count of five. Odin sits up, moves back a little, and starts punching Colbert in the gut. The break however has been called, and RK apologetically asks him to get off anyway. Odin shrugs and obliges for all of a second, before collapsing back on him with a lateral press.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three???

Colbert Sneaks His Shoulder Up!!!
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Odin sits up and raises an eyebrow at Richard Kelly, to indicate his displeasure at Kelly’s counting speed. The RK fan-club are not amused, and start heckling Odin, but otherwise, they’re drawling at Colbert to stay down. Colbert listens to them, but only to the extent that he wriggles away to his corner and the General, who has yet another idea: say it with flowers.

CM: See, the man is a true gentleman. A dying breed. A nob-

JH: He’s up to something.

CM: I thought you of all people would understand the gentlemanly sentiments of Sir Colbert, Bitchen. He just wants to give Odin some flowers for Skuld.

Odin is not amused. He thrusts the flowers into the referee’s chest and tells him to get rid of them. As the referee does so, the true meaning is revealed, in the form of brass knuckles, aimed directly at Odin’s jaw. The first punch wobbles him. The second punch drops him to a seated position, and he just has enough time for a third before Skuld gets the message through that the Knight of No-one’s Realm is cheating.

CM: Truly Ingenious.

JH: A Disgrace. Utterly disgraceful. A disgra-

CL: I thought you had a load of words for this kind of situation, Bitchen.

JH: I don’t feel like wasting them on this, on this disgrace.

CM: Oh well, Chocks Away, old boy!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three!!!
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MA: Here is your winner; Sir Colbert TOOTINGTOOOOOOOOOON!!!

Spitfire [What ho! Remix] comes back on as Sir Colbert takes a bow for his adoring audience. Not that the audience particularly adores him at this point, but still. Lord General Mortimer Igneous is forced to drag him away, lest Odin sit up, utter ‘forsooth’ and start visiting some pain on the two of them.

JH: Ha! Now you run!

CL: I have to admit, Mr. Wednesday does look pretty damn imposing when he storms up the aisle with a Flying V in one hand and two chained wolves attached to the other.

CM: Is he too cool to run or something?

CL: Why waste the energy? Geri and Freki’ll just be able to follow the scent of shit through the back.

JH: Right you are, old bean, now then, on with the show…
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[align=center]I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the things that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees
‘Cuz I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
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As “Queen of the Night” by Kelly Clarkson pounds through the speakers, Jaime Lee skips out onto the stage to a round of cheers from the crowd. She backpedals slightly, hand on her chest as she gazes out with amazement at the jam-packed arena. She hurries down the stairs, skipping her way towards the ring, letting the crowd capture her attention more than they probably should.

MA: The following six-person intergender tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… JAAAYYYYMMMMMEEEE LLLLLEEEEEEEE!

CM: I love Jaime's ring attire. If I told her she had a great body, do you think she'd hold it against me?

JH: Not if she's sane.

CM: So you’re saying there‘s a chance. Excellent!

Jaime slides in underneath the bottom rope, using the middle rope to pull herself up to her feet. She bounces across the ring, jumping up to the second turnbuckle and pumping a fist into the air. She leaps down to the canvas and goes to the other side of the ring, posing of the fans on that side of the arena before chit-chatting with everyone’s favorite referee J.J. while she waits for her partners.

The opening sirens to Hadouken’s “That Boy That Girl” hit the speakers and the arena is plunged into darkness. Bright yellow strobes begin to randomly search the auditorium but we all know where they’re going to land. As the vocals kick in the strobes group together on the entrance and illuminate the world’s greatest Australian luchadora, La Lesbiana Fantascia!

MA: Introducing her tag team partner, from somewhere along the Australian/Mexican border… she is LA LESBIIIIAAANNNNNAA FAAANTAAAAASTICCAAAAAA!

She appears with one arm thrust into the air to roaring cheers from the FIW crowd. With the arena still blacked out and only the strobes bringing any light to the proceedings, Lesbiana skips down the steps and bounces her way along the aisle. Upon reaching the ring she climbs up onto the apron and heads for the nearest turnbuckle, which she quickly scales and throws her arms up to yet more cheers. She leaps over the ropes and pelts across the ring to the opposite turnbuckles, climbing them in a split second and repeating the performance.

CM: Ah, now Lesbiana’s gonna get jealous that Jaime’s with J.J. Cat-fizzight!

JH: Why would Lesbiana get jealous that Jaime’s talking with J.J.?

CM: You forget, in my head Lesbiana and Jaime are lovers. Ah, yes girls. Don’t stop that pillow fight until there’s a winner. See? They do whatever I want in my mind.

JH: Far cry from reality. But that’s an understatement.

As she drops back into the ring the lights come back up and the music slowly fades, and the lucahdora extraordinaire joins her tag partner and J.J. in their serious discussion on the effects of global warming while awaiting the beginning of the match.

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

[align=center]Turn me up!

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

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


”Another Body Murdered” starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “Team Extremely Sexy Awesome, no?”

MA: And the final member of their team: he weighs in tonight at two-hundred HULKING pounds of muscle…

Michael Anderson directs that comment at Jaime Lee, standing a mere two feet away from him. The young girl gives the most utterly clueless look she can muster, and sadly it’s for reals. Lesbiana rolls her eyes at the shenanigans, wondering why the match isn’t starting yet. While J.J., well he just laughs and shakes his head. Oh yeah, Ninja falters a bit in his walk to the ring but does his best to cover it up. After all, was that supposed to be an insult?

MA: Hailing from stud central-- Detroit, Michigan! Ladies, he is quite the catch as the current number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship! He is Extreme! NINJA! NUMBEEEEEEEEERRRRR TTWWWOOOOOOOOO!

CM: Uh, when did Michael Anderson go crazy?

CL: Fuck that. When did Michael Anderson become Extreme Ninja’s pimp?

JH: Aw, come on, guys. It’s obvious what’s going on here. I think it’s kind of cute. And a nice gesture on Michael’s part.

[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.

CM: Look at that team. It’s like island of the misfit toys!

JH: Definitely an unusual trio within that ring. Team Extremely Sexy Awesome, Ninja has dubbed them.

CL: Makes sense. Ninja’s extreme, Lesbiana’s awesome and I think any straight man would agree Jaime is sexy.

CM: Yes, yes and yes.

JH: What about Lesbiana?

CL: Hot, yes. But no straight man stands a chance with her. So she loses points. I’m just giving an honest male perspective. I’m not being Chip Martin #2.

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

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


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

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

MA: And their opponents. First, making her way to the ring from Nashville, Tennessee… KAILLLLEEEEEEEE LLLLLLAAAAAAAANNNNNE!

CM: Guys, I need a girl real bad. And Kailey's been real bad lately.

JH: The agree with both statements, just separately.

CL: I especially agree with the first statement.

[align=center]Because the music do and it's reaching
Inside you forever preaching
Fuck you, too, your scream's a whisper
Hang on you twisted transistor
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She reaches the ring and straddles the bottom rope, sliding her arms along the length of the rope and wrapping her hands around it as she writhes her hips against the taut fibers before pulling her other long leg into the ring. She parades around the ring, lifting up her hands, and shooting glances at Jaime Lee. Mysteriously she is now flanked by two overprotective-looking tag team partners. J.J. has since removed himself from the trio. Conflict of interest and all that.

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

As "Lose Control" by Evanescence 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.

[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]

MA: From Cairo, Egypt… ZEEEESSSBOCAAAA DEEEVAAANNNNIIIII!

JH: Well, time to see… what was it?

CL: Sick, twisted bitch.

JH: That’s it. Graver gave Zesboca an ultimatum. End the match before he has a chance to. Let’s see if this demand has any affect on Zesboca’s ring demeanor.

CM: I’m glad it hasn’t had any affect on her ring attire.

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.

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!!!

JH: Never thought I’d see the day when Graver and Zesboca were on the same side of the ring.

CL: Zesboca’s loving every second of it, I’m sure. She wants to learn from him and this is the best way. Graver, however, doesn’t seem to care.

JH: And Kailey doesn’t seem particularly fond of either teammate personally.

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

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

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

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

Which is right now! Kailey goes barreling out of her corner, eyes locked on Jaime Lee. Or at least, that was what she wanted Lesbiana to believe. Right before she blindsides the awesomeness of the trio with a wild haymaker that takes her down!

CM: Holy shit!

JH: Kailey Lane just LEVELED Lesbiana with hard haymaker.

CL: Brilliance. She had everyone thinking she was aiming for Jaime.

Jaime reacts a split second later, charging at a back-tracking Kailey and taking her down with a Lou Thesz Press, nailing the legendary lady with right hands! But that ends just as quickly as Zesboca grabs a handful of Jaime’s hair, dragging her off Kailey. That lasts even less as Ninja is right there with a charging knee strike, driving Zesboca down into the canvas and causing her to release Jaime.

JH: A Thesz Press from Jaime, followed by a hard-way knee from Ninja!

CL: Gotta wonder if that was Ninja’s personal way of getting back at Zesboca for what she did to him.

CM: I think it was his personal way of trying to get into Jaime’s pants.

JH: Oh for goodness sake! Ninja isn’t like that!

Graver just watches this all happen, in case you were wondering. He has nothing against these people but man are they flying at one another right out of the box. But since he’s here, he decides to kick Ninja under the bottom rope since his high knee sent Zesboca out that way and he was almost there himself. Not so lucky for Jaime when she gets back to her feet and runs into the Reject of Rejects. Jaime gets a toe kick to the midsection before she can even register he’s in the ring. Graver drags her into a standing headscissors, underhooking her arms before DRILLING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A ROTATING VERTICAL PEDIGREE!!!

CM: WHITE NOISE!

JH: Graver just drilled Jaime with the White Noise!

Graver watches Jaime bounce along the canvas like a doll with a sick grin on his face. He pushes up off his knees and goes to inflict more damage when Lesbiana comes in and nails him with a boot to the gut! She hooks him up and drops to her knees CRACKING GRAVER’S CHIN OFF HER SHOULDER!

JH: Total Pwnage! From Lesbiana gets a measure of revenge on the Flycore Champion!

Lesbiana goes to check on her BFF but Kailey comes, seemingly out of nowhere, rolling Lesbiana up into a triangle choke hold! Ninja comes back in only a second after it’s been applied, saving Lesbiana from the torturous submission skills Kailey possesses. He grabs a hold of the Kailey and slings her across the ring and away from his teammates.

CL: Ninja just saved Lesbiana from the Tangled Web. Kailey has some dangerous submission skills.

CM: I’m actually glad the little ninja stopped that. I almost fell asleep.

Ninja hurries over to the laid out Jaime Lee, while Lesbiana rolls to the safety of the ropes. Ninja leans down to check on Jaime, just as Zesboca slides back into the ring. She grabs Ninja by his mask, yanking him back and NAILING HIM WITH A REVERSE DDT BACKBREAKER!

CM: Ouch! Take that little ninja boy!

JH: How fitting of a move for Zesboca. Stabbing Ninja in the back.

CL: You search too hard for meanings out of just wrestling, Hitchen.

While Zesboca is reveling in her moment, Lesbiana charges back into the ring, only to get booted in the stomach by Zesboca. She grabs Lesbiana and whips her off the ropes. Or she would have if Lesbiana didn’t twist out of it, and then use the whip to drag Zesboca into an arm drag. Both ladies hurry back to their feet but Lesbiana throws a moonsault dropkick that knocks Zesboca from the ring.

JH: Never take your eye off Lesbiana. Not even for a second.

CL: Technically, Zesboca didn’t. But I get your point. She’s unpredictable.

CM: Has this match officially even started? Or is it just chaos?

JH: I believe it started with Kailey’s haymaker but, you’re right. It’s just been chaos.

All the fun (is this really fun?) and games end when J.J. puts his foot down. Almost literally when he grabs Lesbiana and forces her back into the corner where Ninja and Jaime are both starting to recover from their attacks. Next he commands an on-coming Kailey do the same thing in her team’s corner.

CM: Wow. It’s almost like J.J. knew we were all questioning his referee ability.

JH: I wasn’t.

CL: Can’t say I really even thought about him much.

Once all six competitors have been forced to their corners, they decide on who’s going to start as the actual legal participant. Kailey selects herself from her team, despite heavy argument from Zesboca, most likely prompted by the look she’s receiving from Graver. On the other side, Team Extremely Sexy Awesome is a little more diplomatic, with all three coming to an agreement when Jaime offers to start. Jaime and Kailey both advance towards one another, Lesbiana exiting the ring, followed by a little hesitation on Ninja’s part.

JH: Ninja doesn’t seem overly thrilled with the fact Jaime is going to go one-on-one with Kailey to start things off.

CL: Kailey’s got so much more in-ring experience over Jaime. It’s a natural reaction.

CM: Plus he probably doesn’t want Kailey to disfigure her pretty face. Then he wouldn’t have a girlfriend.

JH: They’re not dating! They’re friends.

CM: Not in Ninja’s mind, I’m sure.

Kailey and Jaime collide with a forceful collar and elbow tie-up, abruptly ended when Kailey counters into a go behind and DIGS HER KNEE INTO JAIME’S BACK! Kailey immediately grabs two handfuls of Jaime’s hair and SLAMS HER DOWN TO THE CANVAS! J.J. barely has time to admonish Kailey for using the hair before he has to rush over and keep Ninja from getting in the ring.

JH: Kailey illegally using the hair. And now Ninja’s already trying to get in the ring. He is somewhat overprotective of her thus far in this contest. Considering they’re only FRIENDS! Chip.

CM: He’s just following the advice I've used my whole life.

JH: And what's that?

CM: You can't make somebody love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

JH: Oh Christ. He’s not stalking, Jaime.

Kailey takes advantage of this opportunity and pins Jaime down to the canvas by her throat, using her stiletto heel to choke the woman! This, of course, just makes Ninja fight harder to get in and even brings Lesbiana into the argument.

JH: Ref! Turn around!

CL: He’s not allowed to. This is a tag match, after all.

Eventually Lesbiana and Ninja come to the realization that giving up their attempts to help will help more. And it does. J.J. turns around to see the action and yells at Kailey who ignores the reprimand, enjoying the sight of Jaime kicking her feet and squirming in pain! So J.J. counts and Kailey even has the audacity to count on her fingers with him.

Kailey & JJ: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

JH: She’s counting with J.J.?!

CM: Hehehe. That’s wickedly hot.

Kailey finally pulls her heel off Jaime’s throat, wiggling all five of her fingers right in J.J.’s face with a big, sinister smile on her ruby lips.

Kailey: Fiiiiiive.

CM: I am definitely in love right now.

CL: Are you really surprised she’s taking advantage of the rules, Hitchen? How long have you been complaining about her “new attitude”?

Kailey uses Jaime’s hair once again, this time to drag the pop princess back up to her feet. From there, Kailey demonstrates her physical advantage over the smaller woman to scoop her up and SLAM her down to the canvas! She then sprints off the ropes and drops an elbow right across the chest of Jaime, driving the air out of her. And that brings us to the first cover of the contest.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


KICK-OUT!
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JH: First near-fall of the contest and Jaime kicks out.

CM: Thanks for rehashing, I missed what happened. Oh wait, no I didn’t.

Kailey gets back to her feet, using Jaime’s hair to pull her up INTO A KNEE TO THE FACE! Kailey backs off the ropes, ready for another attack but only gets a blind tag to the back from Zesboca. The blonde turns and glares at the other woman, but Zesboca just makes her way into the ring and goes right after the downed opponent. Leaping up into the air and MISSING A LEG DROP AS JAIME ROLLS ASIDE! Jaime gets back to her feet and POPS Zesboca in the face with a sit-out dropkick!

CM: Ouch!

JH: I wouldn’t want Zesboca’s bruises where she landed.

CL: She’d probably like her two-front teeth back after Jaime just knocked them out.

Jaime rolls over onto her stomach and begins that slow crawl towards her corner. Ninja jumps up onto the bottom rope, anxiously trying to get the tag while Lesbiana does her part in getting the crowd behind Jaime. But by physics of tag team matches, Jaime doesn’t make it. Zesboca recovers too quickly and drops an elbow right into Miss Lee’s back!

JH: Ugh! She was so close.

CL: Give me back that sports entertainment tag team match script book!

Zesboca grabs Jaime by the foot and drags her back across the ring, shooting Graver a look before grabbing Jaime by the back of her hair and pulling her up. Zesboca locks Jaime up in a headlock and sprints across the ring with her, SITTING OUT WITH A BULLDOG! NO! Jaime throws Zesboca forward, driving her chest-first into the turnbuckle! Zesboca rebounds out of the corner and RIGHT INTO A REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP DDT BY JAIME!

JH: Jaime just took Zesboca Into The Rush!

CL: Hey, that was actually kind of clever. Or no, I was wrong.

JH: Regardless, this may be the break Jaime needs. She’s taken a lot of punishment thus far.

CM: Heh. I won’t say it.

With Zesboca dazed and trying to fight back to her feet, with little result, Jaime finds herself nearly within her teammates’ grasps. She pushes herself up to her hands and knees, lunging forward and tagging in Ninja!

JH: And Ninja gets the tag!

CM: Bring on the little ninja boy!

Extreme Ninja #2 immediately climbs to the top rope while Jaime rolls to the apron under the bottom rope. Zesboca remains oblivious to why the crowd is going crazy, only concerned on getting to her feet, which she does. She turns around AND GETS CRACKED IN THE HEAD WITH A FLYING AXE HANDLE FROM NINJA!

CM: Ouch!

CL: How many times have you said that so far?

CM: *shrugs* Don’t know.

Ninja runs off the ropes, purposely cracking Graver in the face with a back elbow, sending the Reject of Rejects flying off the apron! Ninja uses his momentum to run past the rising Zesboca, only to spring off the opposite ropes, steps onto her back AND STOMP ON HER HEAD!

CM: Ouch… ie!

JH: I STEP ON YOU! Ninja just killed Zesboca was that shining stomp!

CL: He didn’t write it on the board. Does it still count?

EN2 wastes no time in throwing her over onto her back and making the cover, hooking her far leg and grapevining the near one. As J.J. drops for the count, Graver can already be spotted diving into the ring while Kailey refuses to be left out and climbs back in.

JH: Here comes Zesboca’s cavalry!


[align=center]ONE![/align]

Lesbiana comes out of nowhere, springing off the top rope and NAILING GRAVER WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK! Meanwhile, Kailey changes her course of action to the pop princess when she spots Jaime coming to Ninja’s aid. She thinks on her feet and ducks a clothesline from Kailey.


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


Kailey spins around AND GETS A SPINNING BACK HEEL KICK RIGHT UNDER THE CHIN FROM JAIME!


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


MA: Here are your winners… the team of JAIME LEE, LA LESBIANA FANTASTICA and EXTREME NINJA NUMBEEEERRR TTWWWOOOOOO!!!!

JH: Now that’s what I call teamwork!

CM: Their strategizing must’ve paid off!

“Another Body Murdered” reprises over the speakers, prompting the inevitable celebration of Team Extremely Sexy Awesome. Jaime and Lesbiana celebrate with their usual hug before Jaime jumps up and down happily. She spins around right into Ninja, and his shoulders slump a little when she offers a high five. Although he partakes in this high five.

CM: Ha! No such luck, Ninja. Spaz!

As the celebration commences, Kailey Lane snatches up the steel chair right out from under Timmy the Timekeeper! She barrels into the ring, her rage-filled eyes burning into the backs of Jaime, Lesbiana and Ninja. She raises the hard steel up over her head and THWACKS Zesboca in the head just as J.J. helps her back up to her feet!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!

CL: Kailey just MURDERED Zesboca with that chair shot!

JH: What the hell is she doing?

CL: Guess she’s tired of losing because of her tag partners.

DING-DING-DING-DING!

Timmy rings the bell repeatedly as J.J. waves his arms about, yelling for Kailey to hit the bricks. Graver makes his way towards the back, shaking his head at what he sees in the ring. Whether it’s meant for Kailey, Zesboca or both remains a question. Team Extremely Sexy Awesome have obviously taken notice of this, turning around to see the twisted grin on Kailey’s face as she stares down at her former partner. Next Kailey’s eyes flick towards Jaime and she moves forward with the chair, only for Lesbiana and Ninja to move in closer to Jaime, all three ready to take on the former Grand Tag Team CruiserPrix Champion.

JH: And now she’s gonna try to take on all three of them?

CL: Unless I missed something, her actual target is still Jaime.

CM: But she’s getting a lesbian and the little ninja boy too. So do ya feel lucky, punk? Heh, I always wanted to say that.

Kailey rolls her eyes at the united front before her, tossing the chair towards the trio, only for Jaime and Ninja to both swat it away. Although it’s not like it was whipped at them or anything. Kailey just wanted to make her exit from the ring and she doesn’t need the Super Trio to try anything.

JH: I guess she decided that discretion is the better part of valor.

CM: What the hell did you just say?

JH: I have no clue. But I’m glad to see Kailey actually take the high road and leave those three alone.

CM: The only reason she took the high road is because she’s better than all three of them combined.

Jaime, still flanked by her BFF and the EN2, make their way to the ropes as Kailey makes her way towards the back. Kailey doesn’t waste the energy to even look back at the threesome.

JH: Well, Kailey didn’t get her revenge tonight. Zesboca didn’t satisfied Graver. But those three right there were successful. And I’m happy about it.

CM: I’m not!

All is quiet and dark on the screen for a moment after the video begins to play. Then, after a few moments of silence, the intro by Depeche Mode of Christopher Daniels' fame begins to haunt the audio speakers of the lucky viewer, followed by a voice speaking a quiet prayer over that. The voice has a light Irish accent, spoken no louder than a whisper but somehow it's picked up pretty well by the speakers. Gently fading onto the screen now is a beautifully designed Celtic cross, inlaid with Celtic knotwork.

Voice: "Fear not...FIW...for Priest is with you now. You people have been chosen, to reveal my existence to the world, the world of Full Intensity Wrestling...You will witness what happens here today, and you will tell of it later. I do not ask for your poor or your hungry, your tired, your sick or your huddled masses. It is your corrupt I have come to claim. It is your evil I will seek. With every breath I shall hunt them. Each day I shall spill their blood...until it rains from the skies."

Then, we see darkness again. In a couple moments thereafter a face fills the screen, devilishly handsome with cropped snow white hair, a crooked half smile and the creepiest part about him...those smoky grey eyes, seemingly with no life within them, as well as the long white scar running down his face where his ear used to be. We pan back a bit and see that the scene around the man is a very beautiful looking stone church with equally beautiful stained-glass windows all around. The mystery man is dressed in a black t-shirt, tan khaki pants and a long cloth trenchcoat, brown in color. Once we get a better look at the 'scape we find that the man is in fact standing atop the roof of this church, balancing with agility that comes with years and years of training. The man begins to speak again, in a whispery voice with just a touch of an Irish accent, in almost a way as if he were talking about the weather or football (Not American football of course).

Priest: "Do not cheat. Do not steal. Do not lie. These are principles which every man and woman in Full Intensity Wrestling can embrace. Mind you, they are not polite suggestions. These I speak of are codes of behavior, and those that disrespect these codes...will pay a cost most dear. And you lesser forms of filth that reside within the ranks of Full Intensity Wrestling...though you hide, you sneak among the honorable, I urge you not to push the bounds and cross over, into MY domain. For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you shall see me standing before thee...And on that day you shall reap it. And I will send you to whatever God you wish."

We are shown various shots of the large church, as the opening to Skillet's 'Savior' begins to play in the background. The drums kick in and the heavy guitars begin to blast, as we are now shown various clips of the mysterious man of the cloth performing various moves in the ring.

[align=center]I'm everything you've wanted
I am the one whose haunting you
I am the eyes inside of you, stare back at you
[/align]

Priest makes it to his feet slowly to see Bishop charging at him looking for a Spear, but he moves out of the way, rolling around behind him and connecting with the Releasing German Suplex, as Bishop flips backwards and lands on his face hard to the canvas. Priest then runs to the nearby ropes, and springboards off them, bouncing back hitting Bishop with the Springboard Crossbody and pressing down for the pin after.

[align=center]There's nothing left to lose
There's nothing left to prove
Surrender your love, it's all you can do...Yeah!
[/align]

The two begin to exchange blows to the body as they fight for their advantage carefully back-and-forth on the top turnbuckle. The crowd explode into a chant of, “LET’S GO PRIEST… BISHOP, BISHOP… LET’S GO PRIEST… BISHOP, BISHOP…!”. Suddenly, Priest hits a huge elbow to Bishop’s gut that almost sends him falling backwards into the ring, but Priest saves him? Yes, he saves him, hooking his arms around the neck/head area of Bishop and then… UNLEASHING, JUMPING OFF THE TURNBUCKLE TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING WITH BISHOP ATTACHED TO HIM BY THE ARMS, IN THE AIR THEY MANAGE TO CLEAR THE GUARDRAILS AND THE CROWD BEGINS TO RUN OUT OF THE WAY AS BISHOP HITS HEAD FIRST AS PRIEST CONNECTS WITH THE BRAINBUSTER INTO THE CROWD!!!

[align=center]What you got, what you want, what you need
Gonna be your Savior
Everything's gonna crash and break
But I know, yeah I know
[/align]

The crowd begins to buzz as Priest sees his opportunity and quickly exits the ring to the apron, he looks back to judge the distance and jumps up on the second rope, springing up to the top and MOOONSAULTING ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR, TAKING ALEX OUT IN THE PROCESS! Priest rolls against the security railing holding his chest in pain, as the crowd, awestruck, cheers wildly.

[align=center]What you got, what you want, what you need
Gonna be your Savior
Everything's gonna crash and break
Your Savior
[/align]

Priest picks up Alex, sending him running into the corner, Priest goes and leaps in flying with a Stinger Splash but Alex blasts him in the face with an elbow making Priest stagger back, Priest goes down to a knee and Alex charges, swinging behind him for a schoolboy where he is most obviously grabbing Priest’s tights, Priest kicks him away, comes at him again but Alex rolls him up with a small package, now grabbing the rope just behind him but Priest pushes him off again before any kind of count can be made, Priest quickly advances on Alex before Alex can get to his feet and puts his head between Alex’s downed legs lifting him into the air, he steps over Alex’s arms and PLANTS HIM FACE FIRST!

PW: PROPHECY!!!

ET: LOOK! LOOK!

Priest then wraps up Alex’s arms in the McConnaigh Special, locking him right in the centre of the ring! The crowd roars at the two finishers, especially because they were done in a fluid motion, and Alex has nowhere to go as Priest rips and tears at his shoulder joints with uncharacteristic ferocity! Alex tries to reach the ropes but soon realizes he’s got nowhere to go..

ALEX TAPS OUT!

[align=center]It's time to redefine
Your deophobic mind
Don't hesitate, no escape
From secrets on the inside
[/align]

Priest pulls himself off the barbs with minimal damage, though tiny rivulets of blood trace his torso. Priest turns on Giggles who has a mid-kick waiting for him, but Priest catches the strike. Just as soon as Giggles shifts his weight for the requisite enziguri counter, Priest releases the leg to throw him off-balance and LAUNCHES into a spinning wheel kick of his own that takes BOTH men to the mat!!

[align=center]There's nothing left to lose
There's nothing left to prove
Surrender your love
It's all you can do, yeah
[/align]

Yep, still bleeding, a red streak now in his long hair and a calm expression on his face, Priest pries Giggles from the wreckage before locking in a wrist clutch and WRENCHING GIGGLES OVER HIS HEAD AND INTO… AND THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE ROPES

[align=center]But I know, yeah, I know
What you got
What you want
What you need
Gonna be your savior
Everything's gonna crash and break
Your savior
[/align]

Priest climbs into the ring, moving over to Giggles who’s been writhing in pain enough to wrap barbed wire around his body. Priest doesn’t seem to care as he sets the bolt cutters aside and sits on Giggles’ face, his ass riding the black and purple cheek so that Giggles is still able to breathe from his squashed, pained face. Priest doesn’t look up, but starts yelling loud enough for the TSW mics to pick up…

[align=center]I am the eyes inside
Staring back at you
[/align]

Priest: And a shepherd! I shall be! For THEE… my Lord! FOR THEE!

He scissors his legs around Giggles’ left arm, his left knee pressing against the vein to keep it straight.

Priest: POWER! Hath descended FORTH! … from THY hand… That my feet… may swiftly carry out… thy command…

Priest is breathing hard as he reaches around himself and Giggles to pick up the bolt cutters.

Priest: So I shall FLOW a RIVER forth to THEE! An’ TEEMING with SOULS… it shall E’ER BE…

Priest raises the bolt cutters to Giggles’ extended middle finger, opening them enough to slide the highly-sharpened blades around his digit.

Priest: IN NOMINE PATRIS… ET FILII… ET SPIRITUS SANCTI!!!

[align=center]I am the eyes inside
Staring back at YOUUUUUUUU!!!!
[/align]

Priest PUMPS his arms, CLEAVING THROUGH FLESH AND BLOOD AND INTO BONE AS GIGGLES LETS OUT THE SHRIIIIILLLLEST SHRIEK YOU’VE EVER HEARD!!!

[align=center]You need[/align]

Face utterly still and calm, Priest gets up off the wailing Giggles, plucks up his finger, and waves it in front of Giggles face who trades looking between the finger and his bleeding stump in utter horror. Priest simply pulls Giggles off the mat and raises him up, his head between Priest’s legs before pulling him vertical! Priest steps over Giggles flailing, bleeding arms, and SMASHES HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE MAT!!

[align=center]You need

Me
[/align]

ONE!






TWO!!






THREE!!!

[align=center]YEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH![/align]

JC: The winner of this match! By pinfall… and your NEW! TEE! ES! DOUBLEYOU! CHAMP!! … PRRRRRRRIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSTTAHHH

[align=center]What you got
What you need
Everything's gonna crash and break...
[/align]

Keith looks PISSED now and starts clubbing the hell out of Priest’s shoulder, before grabbing a chickenwing with one arm and making a cutthroat motion with his free hand! He grabs the other arm in a chickenwing and flips over completing the bridge, and the Old School Genocide is on! The pressure is mounting on Priest’s shoulder as he roars in pain, but screams “NO!” when the ref asks him if he wants to submit. The fans strike up a chant for their champion as Keith wrenches on the hold, trying to tear Priest’s arms out of his sockets…

”PLEASE DON’T TAP!

PLEASE DON’T TAP!

PLEASE DON’T TAP!”

[align=center]What you got
What you want
What you need
Gonna be your savior
[/align]

Priest is straining and struggling, using every last bit of his will to refuse to submit, wiggling his arms so that Keith doesn’t have a good flush hold on them, Priest begins to try to scoot and move to his right as Patrick II is pleading with him to fight out of it, Priest puts one last effort into it and shifts Keith to the side, rolling him over onto his stomach where Priest quickly rolls him back onto his back and stacks him up into a pinning combination..

[align=center]I'm watching you
Cause you need me
Yeah, yeah, cause you need me
I'm watching you!!!!!
[/align]

Priest lifts Keith to his feet now with his good arm before slipping behind him, applying a full nelson looking to throw him back with a suplex, but Keith elbows Priest a few times in the face to get out of it, he ducks behind Priest and hoists him up looking for his Backdrop Driver but Priest manages to flip out of it and land on all fours, coming up with a kick to the midsection once Keith turns around, Priest quickly loads him up as the crowd EXPLODES and lifts him vertical, slamming him facefirst into the mat with the Prophecy! He doesn’t roll over for the pin, instead he wraps the arms of Keith Williams up, applying the McConnaigh Special in the middle of the ring, pulling for all he’s worth even with his bad arm!

"Savior" has now ended in the background as words appear over the last clip, this video is obviously very well done..

[align=center]JULY 20th..[/align]

Priest rolls away from Keith Williams, holding his shoulder in tremendous pain as his father enters the ring and hands him the TSW Championship, Priest grabs it with his good arm and thrusts it skyward, draping it over his shoulder so he can drop to his knees and point skyward, thanking the Big Man Upstairs for giving him the strength to carry on.

[align=center]YOU SHALL RECEIVE HIM.[/align]

And finally, the video fades to darkness and to silence.
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Black Feather Orchestra’s X starts out as Daisuke comes out to a huge chorus of boos. Daisuke pays them no mind as he quickly paces down the steps to the entranceway below.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for submission or knock out and is for the Fighting Spirit Championship! First, making his way to the ring, from he weighs in at two hundred and five pounds…DAISUKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE “THE CROW” TANAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa!!!

Daisuke slides into the ring below the bottom rope and quickly rises up to his feet forgoing any special signature movements for the fans flashing cameras.

CL: What do you know? Tanaka is actually entering the ring.

CM: It’s a Christmas miracle.

JH: In July?

CL: Yea, I heard it happens a lot in cadet summer camps.

CM: Those poor, deluded, morons. Seriously, poor. What does it cost to get in? Nothing?

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 and defending Fighting Spirit Champion, hailing from Cheltenham, England. Weighing in at—

CM: Two hundred and seventeen pounds, we know.

MA: (continuing on without hearing Chip) LIAM MORTELLLLLLLLL!!!

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.

Logan Black takes hold of the FSC belt and holds it high one way, then turns around to show it to the rest of the crowd.

CL: That’s right you pinheads, get a good look at that belt because none of you are ever going to touch it. So flash your little cameras.

JH: I guess you might be right, the closest they can get is if they buy them off our website and even those are just knockoffs.

CM: Wait, so my Dual Crown belts aren’t real?

CL: Well, there goes your chance at picking up women. Crackerjack has a better chance now of picking up Momoko than you getting a girl now.

JH: Technically I think he can pick her up.

CL: That’s not what I mean.

CM: So there’s still a chance.

Alright, time for some action! Of course, the action is already underway as Mortell sends Tanaka to the opposite side of the ring. When he comes back, he’s met with a “how do you do” via spinebuster. Daisuke bounces a little on the canvas after the slam as Liam rises up to his feet to continue what he hopes will be a nice, lengthy assault. Liam reaches down and pulls Daisuke up onto his feet. Sending him again into the ropes, Liam suddenly drops to a knee covering his right shoulder. Daisuke stops in front of him and instantly kicks him in the gut bringing him all the way down.

CM: Yea, now work the shoulder and the match is yours!

Daisuke starts to stomp away at the back of Liam as he tries to get up desperately.

CM: I said the shoulder!

Eventually, Liam gets high enough that Daisuke can’t stomp him down anymore and just helps him the rest of the way up. Daisuke pushes Liam against the ropes and attempts to send him running to the other side. His attempt fails as Mortell reverses sending Tanaka into the ropes instead. Liam bends forward setting up for a shoulder back toss but Daisuke rolls over the back and quickly brings the FSC champ crashing on his upper back following a backdrop.

CM: Hey…where are the cheating low blows and such? Liam’s shoulder is hurting. Pull it out of the socket! Pull it out!

JH: I think Daisuke is actually planning on fighting using honour tonight.

CM: Huh? Honour? The hell is that?

CL: Something they give smart kids in front of all the dumbasses just as a way to gloat. I usually waited to kick their ass after the ceremony.

JH: Merit student, were you?

Once again Daisuke has Mortell up on his feet when he hoists him up to the top rope. After sending a few shots to the side of his head, Daisuke decides to climb up onto the second turnbuckle when Liam starts fighting back sending a few shots to the face of Daisuke. Enough of these sends the challenger to fall back crashing on the canvas as Liam stands up. From up there, Liam comes crashing down with his Springboard Corkscrew Crossbody crash landing on Daisuke.

CM: Question…

CL: Answer.

CM: Oh…

Liam rises up from the somewhat battered body of Daisuke and turns to the ref to see if that would count as a knock out. With slight movement from Tanaka, Logan calls it as no knockout.

JH: Chip, just ask the question.

CM: Well, how does the ref know when it’s a knock out. I mean, you can’t exactly ask the downed opponent, can you?

JH: I guess it’s a decision that’s completely up to the ref.

Liam now begins to stomp down on the leg of Tanaka forcing him to bend it a little in attempt to wrap his arms around it. With each stomp, Daisuke rolls more and more over to the side. Finally, Liam stops long enough for him to try and lift him up. As he tries though, Daisuke comes from no where with the double leg take down slamming Mortell onto his back.

JH: You have to admit. Since winning the FSC title, Liam has had some tough competition defending it every week.

CL: So what? Kitten has been defending his title almost every week since winning it.

JH: Yes, but Mortell’s opponents seem to come at random. While people fight for the chance to face Kitten, Liam is put in matches defending his title without knowing it until he sees the card himself.

CL: Whatever, a lot of champs are doing that.

JH: Every week?

Daisuke now tries to go for the chickenwing armlock on Liam’s injured arm.

CM: I knew he’d take advantage! The old Daisuke’s back again.

JH: It’s not exactly cheating. He’s not spitting on people or stabbing them repeatedly.

Daisuke almost gets it in when Liam rolls him into a small package which he follows up with a sudden leg lock after standing and falling back. Daisuke starts to scream out a bit as the leg lock is worked on Daisuke’s injured knee. Liam manages to keep the hold in as Daisuke is forced to tap out. Logan Black calls for the bell as he separates Liam from Daisuke before Tanaka’s injured leg becomes broken.

MA: Here is your winner via submission and STill Fighting Spirit Champion, LIAM MORETLLLLll!

Liam hops to his feet and is presented with his returning FSC belt which he keeps over his right shoulder as he gives Black his left arm to hold up. After a moment of celebrating, Liam turns to Daisuke who is now starting to get up to his feet with the help of the ring ropes. Once he is somewhat up, Daisuke turns to find Mortell extending his hand for a shake. Daisuke looks at it queerly before his hand comes up. It looks as though he is ready to swat it away when he notices the belt over his shoulder. After a moment, Daisuke brings his hand down and shakes Liam’s before exiting the ring where Mr. Blond waits. Inside the ring, Liam celebrates in the opposite corner on the second rope holding his title high as Mr. Blond helps Daisuke to the back.
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JH: I can't believe this match is going ahead

Michael Anderson stands in the ring read for the announcements for the match.

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit. The winner of this contest will go on to the main event at Summer of SIN! You're official for the match is Mark Jackson and would you all please give a warm welcome to the special guest announcer the Dual Crown Champion... XTREME KITTEN!

Body Hammer hits and the crowd cheer as the champion walk out onto the stage, he stares at out at the crowd for a second before joining the announcers and the music cuts.

CM: What the hell are you doing here again?

XK: Well Chip rumour has it since you're doing as good a job as your stylist they are looking for a forth commentator to carry you.

CM: How dare you insult my cloths, freak!

There is the sound of Chip trying to get over Hitchen and at Kitten. The footage proves this theory but Hitchen and Conse hold him back though Conse isn't trying to hard. Eventually Chip sits down and straightens his cloths.

CL: Tell me Chip, how long have you been suicidal?

CM: I'm not suicidal!

JH: You just tried to attack the Dual Crown champion.

Kitten looks surprised

XK: That was an attack, I thought he was about to run off to check the fashion channel to see if what he is wearing is still in.

CM: In? In?! I'm not in, fuzz-ball, I'm ahead of the curve.

JH: Could you two be a little more professional? This match is already a disgrace.

XK: Yeah, Prime and Matt Impact are in it, no matter who wins I stick get stuck fighting a coward.

CM: Prime is no coward and he proves that by being here tonight!

The tune of ‘No More Sorrow’ by Linkin Park fades in through out the arena, as the beat slowly picks up moving towards the as the crowd grow impatient in cheers until around the forty-five second mark of the song when the beat tunes in with the electric guitar and out from the curtains slowly walks out Matt Impact. The crowd goes up in cheers as the two-time World Champion makes his way slowly down the ramp wearing his latest t-shirt, as well as his wrestling attire as we fade into the first verse.

[align=center]Are you lost,
In your lies?
Do you tell yourself I don't realize?

Your crusade's, a disguise,
Replace freedom with fear,
You trade money for lives.

I'm a-ware of what you've done!
[/align]
Impact moves down to the ring as he looks out to the crowd nodding his head in appreciation and slapping hands with a bunch of the fans. He then jumps up onto the apron and comes into the ring over the middle rope as the chorus kicks in.

[align=center]No, no more sorrow,
I've paid for your mistakes!
Your, time is borrowed,
Your time has come to be re-placed!
[/align]
Impact jumps up onto the nearest turnbuckle pounding his fist into his chest, kissing it, and then lifting it into the air to an ovation. He then repeats this on the opposite turnbuckle, before taking off his t-shirt and tossing it into the crowd to an ovation of cheers. He then looks up to the sky, out to the crowd again, and then down to the center of the ring where he picks his head up quickly following with a flex of his muscles with a smile on his face. He then nods his head again as he moves to an open corner stretching out his muscles.

MA: Hailing from Staten Island, New York, USA and weighing in a two hundred and eighty six pounds, he is... MATT IMPACT!

XK: BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

CM: Real mature freak!

XK: Maturity is for frustrated people with desk jobs not ill-tempered people who get paid to beat people up.

JH: Xtreme Kitten, could you at least try and take this seriously, something this is a travesty.

CL: The only travesty is something like this has never been done til now.

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 wrapped with gauze only his face can be seen...

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

Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime does not look to be in good shape. He makes his way to the ring, eyeing Impact the whole time. Prime climbs onto the apron and walks to the middle of the apron and slowly steps in. Prime ducks between the ropes.

MA: Hailing from San Diego, California, USA and weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds, he is the Excellence of Evolution... PRIME!

XK: BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The crowd neither cheer or jeer loudly as they are stunned to see Prime and his wrapped head.

JH: SERIOUSLY! The man had major surgery this week and is supposed to be recovering but he's here and you boo him.

XK: Just because he's had his head cracked open doesn't mean I have to like him.

CL: If Matt Impact cracks it open more I'll like him.

CM: You're a freak, you're a sick freak, you're Bitchen and I'm fucking appalled that something like this could happen... to Prime.

The official goes over the rules of the match with the two competitors, Matt Impact keeps shaking his head as if he wont fight.

XK: What a wuss, he wont eve fight Prime.

JH: Prime is in no shape to fight, Matt Impact is showing he is a class act by refusing to fight.

XK: Hmmm nope he was a chicken shit last week when he wouldn't fight he is still one this week.

CM: He took you to an hour and had you beat!

XK: Yeah and he spent more then half an hour of that time running away.

CM: Whatever. Hopefully Mark Jackson will just call the match off.

CL: He can't.

JH: What?

CL: I've just been given a message that this match has to go forward, there has to be a winner.

CM: This is... argh, this is bullshit Prime shouldn't have to fight like this.

JH: No one should have to fight like this.

XK: Ah stop you belly aching, it's Prime, a hole or two in the head wont effect him much, it's not like he uses what's up there for much.

In the ring by the look of it Matt Impact has just heard the news that he has to fight the hurt Prime. He passes back and forward questioning whether or not he will go through with the match.

XK: Hey you know I heard a rumour about why this match is being forced to go ahead just before coming out.

CL: Was it to be the first television to show a live human brain pop out of a head?

XK: No.

CL: Must be just a bonus.

CM: How is it you haven't been arrested yet?

CL: Bleach what?

CM: What?

CL: Nothing.

JH: ...What was the rumour?

XK: I heard Prime was getting a new implant put up there and Cobra Commander didn't want to be seen as supporting cosmetic surgery addiction.

JH: Was this rumour started by you?

XK: Of course it was.

Matt continues to think about it and looks at Mark begging him to just call the match now since Prime is in no shape to compete but Jackson explains how he'd love to be able to just throw the match out but he is being forced into only counting a pin or to call a submission. Matt storms back off trying to make a decision on whether or not he should just walk away from the match.

XK: WALK! I'LL FIGHT HIM AT SUMMER OF SIN!

Impact looks at Kitten as he yells from the announce table before Impact can respond he is knocked to the ground from a forearm to the back of the head.

[align=center]DING DING![/align]
XK: See that's what honour gets you, it gets you hit in the back of the head.

Prime covers Impact.

[align=center]1!

Kick out!
[/align]
Prime brings Impact up to his feet and whips him into the rope, he bounces against the opposite set and run swings for

CM: KISS THIS!

But Impact ducks under, Impact turns quickly, throws an arm around the neck and an arm and hooks Prime's leg, he hooks his hands.

CL: CRADLE BACK DRIVER PREPARE TO SEE BRAIN!

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

CL: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Conse is angry at the fact the Prime is still vertical, Impact hadn't even lift Prime when the bell was called for.

JH: Mark Johnson has called the match off.

XK: No, Prime tapped out look at the monitors, production guys are bound to show it again.

In a replay is is clearly shown that just after Impact locks his hands together Prime say's “I quit”.

XK: Verbal submission. Prime's not as dumb as I thought.

CL: Unfortunately.

Impact lets go of Prime and pats him on the shoulder, Prime shrugs him off and walks away to the back without making eye contact.

MA: Here is your winner and replacement for Prime in the Roll of the Dice match... MATT IMPACT!

XK: BBBBOOOOOOOO. Well gents that's me done here, I have a Revolution to quash and Kiyoshi to make a fool of.

Kitten leaves the announce area and gets in the ring with Matt Impact. The two end up staring at each other with the referee standing in the middle to stop them from fighting. Kitten calls for a microphone.

XK: Well look at that you fought someone that was hurt, that honour of yours is looking as credible as the silly referee I have to fight next week.

Impact yells back at Kitten but it isn't picked up by an microphone, Mark Jackson subtle forces Impact out of the ring. Impact walks backwards up the ramp watching Kitten he does the “The belt goes here” taunt,

XK: heheheh

The taunt gets a giggle from Kitten. Impact does it again and Kitten drops the microphone he is laughing so hard. Impact just shakes his head and goes to the back.

We cut to a black screen, and it remains black for a few seconds. The crowd murmur, a few even cheer, recognising the coming video from the past fortnight. A few people chant the names of various independant wrestlers. The wind begins, howling, stronger than before.

WHITE FLASH

We hear the wind blowing stronger than before, almost storm strength, and look down on thousands of street lights, rushing past as seen from the air. We see cars, traffic jams, and soar over them all on our way to our destination. Red and white glowing pinpricks dot the landscape for miles around, before finally we arrive at the familiar sky scraper. The camera moves closer in.

Once again, there is a man stood on the top of the building. We see him clearer this time, dressed in a black hooded top, with the hood up, jogging on the spot. He turns, and walks along the edge of the building. He looks up at the camera, before carefully pulling his hood down over his face. We circle him several times.


WHITE FLASH

We cut to a black screen. The wind stops, replaced by a brief laugh, as the following words slowly materialise.

He's Coming............


to FIW


He's Coming..................


BACK


The chuckle tails off, and again we hear the wind picking up, getting very strong. The wind fades into a helicopter sound effect, before fading into silence.

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JH: We’ve had an explosive night and it is coming to the close with possibly the best match yet!

CL: With pretty much every one in the match I can actually tolerate, shocking.

CM: Poor Sean and Ethan, stuck with such lame ducks of partners.

JH: The FIW Dual Crown Champion and one of his two top contenders are bad partners to have?

CL: Apparently in Chip’s little mind, yes.

CM: Yup, just like how I can get Jaime and Lesbiana to do any thing I want in it!


MA: The following contest is your scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt and is set to one fall to a finish! The General Manager has granted it a thirty minute time limit and your official for this contest shall be Tony Clarke!


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

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

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

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

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


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

CL: Here he is, as much as I love the guy, the Choke Artist.

CM: Ha, he is.

JH: Quiet you two, just because Kiyoshi has been unsuccessful in any of his upper tier title matches does not mean any thing.


MA: Introducing one half of team number one, he hails from Komachi City, Japan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds, and he stands at six feet and one inch…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHI NNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAATAAAAAA~!!!


CL: It means that he’s worse than Nightmare, even Nightmare has won the world belt.

CM: Oooooooh…burn!

JH: This is Kiyoshi’s chance to prove all of his nay sayers, including you two, wrong!

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.

CM: Eh, least he has a cool partner.

JH: That’s highly debatable.

CL: Extremely so, considering Ethan is a spot monkey.

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.

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

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


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

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


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

JH: And here are the favorites for victory in this match.

CL: While they hold the advantage of tagging together more than once, I wouldn’t exactly call them the favorites.

CM: I wouldn’t at all, Sean or Ethan will take care of these two boy scouts.

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]
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.

[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.

CL: And here’s a guy that’s been on the rise again ever since winning the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship.

CM: Yeah, shame he lost it, but he’ll get it and the Dual Crown soon enough!

JH: While I’m glad to see this man’s head finally back in the game, I still seriously question his methods.

MA: And introducing the first man on team number three, he hails from Fairfield, CT and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, and he stands at six feet and five inches…HE! IS! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN MMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADRRRRRRRROOOOOOOX~!!!


CL: The combined might of Xtreme Kitten and Sean Madrox is my personal favorite to win this.

CM: What?! No way! Nothing against Sean, but like heck if that freak will win!

JH: Then who do you want to win? You don’t like Kitten or Kiyoshi, and your feelings for the Revolution are apparent.

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

[align=center]I clench my teeth and realize
My world is so near its demise
A dying sun in a poisonous sky
Stinging my eyes
Burning with contempt and conflict
[/align]

The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walks to the front of the stage and stops at the stairs as Lucy pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side.

[align=center]As of now
I am a tool
Of severe impact
[/align]

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

[align=center]I clench my fist and visualize
The blood that is spilled is our own
I open wide my bloodshot eyes
Count the dead
A result of dysfunction
[/align]

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: I’d be happy if Sean and Ethan battle to the outside and then the ring explode, taking the other six with it.

JH: How lovely of you, Chip…

CL: A terrorist attack on a wrestling program? Yeah, like that could ever happen, next you’ll be telling me they are going to blow up the arena.


MA: And introducing the second member of team number three, he hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds, and he stands at six feet and three inches…He is YOUR reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…HE! IS! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRREEEEEMMMMMMMEEE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEENNNNNNN~!!!


CM: Ugh, look at him, just…just look at him.

JH: What? Tony Clarke? It looks like he’s doing his job of patting down the wrestlers and explaining the rules.

CL: I think he meant Kitten.


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


Starting out for their teams is Xtreme Kitten, Kiyoshi Nakahata and Nightmare to a roaring ovation, with Kitten and Kiyoshi staring each other down. The two begin to edge towards each other and are nearly within arm’s reach of each other when the Prince of Pain barrels right towards the two. In the blink of an eye the duo side steps the Revo member’s attempt at a lariat and sends him sailing over the top rope, leaving it just the two of them. Nakahata pauses for a moment to watch Nightmare tumble to the floor and then turns around right into a forearm strike to his temple!

JH: Well, Kitten’s never said he was the most honorable of men.

CL: Any one with half a brain knew that.

CM: Least Nightmare is gone for now.

Reeling from the first forearm strike, the Judo Sensei is left wide open for a second and third and fourth forearm strike from the Feline Fighter. With Kiyoshi stumbling, XK feels pretty good about himself, enough to taunt Ethan Adams by imitating what he just did via shadow boxing. After Adams tries to enter the ring and Tony calls him off Kitten turns back to his actual opponent with a smirk, going for another forearm strike…it never lands. Taking the entire blunt of the blow with his palm, Nakahata holds tightly onto XK’s arm with a weary smile and summons all of his power to toss the champion over his shoulder!

CL: That’s one way to counter.

CM: Yawn.

JH: JUUUUUUUUUUUUUDOOOOOOOOOO FLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIP~!

Except not exactly how one would imagine it to turn out as Xtreme Kitten lands right on his feet in front of his soon to be challenger! Wasting no time with Kiyoshi shocked, Kitten leaps into the air and falls backwards, perfectly nailing the Judo Sensei with a Pelé Kick! Kipping right back up onto his feet XK gets an applause from Lucy and some of the fans as he states that Kiyoshi Nakahata is foolish, he’s a cat, he always lands on his feet! Rather than continue to gloat, Kitten this time goes straight to business, raising his leg and bringing it down for a Garvin Stomp…only for Kiyoshi to roll out of the way!

CM: Darn, he was so close to having his skull collapsed.

JH: You said it Chip, that was a close one!

CL: all it a hunch, but I think Chip wanted it to happen, Hitchen.

Rolling right up to a knee, the White Haired Warrior hops forward and head butts XK right in the midsection, giving him the time he needs to get back up to his feet. This time it is Nakahata’s turn to toss out a forearm strike for Kitten’s masked face to absorb, and Kitten answers back with another forearm from him! It isn’t long before the two are just trading forearm strikes left and right with each other, each blow knocking off what little sweat is starting to form. Seeing that this might damage his face at this rate, the Feline Fighter opts to end this duel by striking the Judo Sensei right in the midsection to knock the wind out of him.

JH: It took doing that questionable tactic for Kitten to out strike Kiyoshi!

CL: I think it was more he wasn’t risking getting the goods hurt, Kiyoshi’s a pretty heavy hitter.

CM: If only these two would give each other brain damage with all these strikes, if only.

With Kiyoshi Nakahata gasping for air, Kitten decides to head to the ropes and charges right into them, only he doesn’t spring off and instead tumbles over them to the outside! That is mostly the fault of Nightmare who pulled them down to get him out down, and before XK can even get up Nightmare starts hammering him with punches! Soon the champion is replying back with forearm strikes when Ethan sees it’s time, blind tagging Kiyoshi out. Adams gets a few cheers from the fans as he sprints to the ropes and leaps over them, performing a flawless corkscrew suicide dive onto Xtreme Kitten and the Prince of Pain!

CL: The Prime Time!

CM: There we go!

JH: And now the smallest man in this entire match has taken out the Dual Crown Champion and the former Tag Team Champion!

First things first, Ethan gets to his feet and grabs a hold of XK and tosses him into the ring before looking to do the same to Nightmare. Kitten, once in the ring, rolls all the way over to his corner and slaps hands with Marox, letting the veteran have his turn in the ring now. So when Adams enters the ring with Nightmare to find Sean Madrox standing over him, well he’s quite shocked to say the very least. Shortly there after, he’s in agony when Sean starts stomping the living day lights out of the Prince of Pain and the First Wonder of the World.

CM: Alright! Put the boots to them Sean!

JH: The momentum in this contest is swinging at a rapid pace! Who is going to be the one to master it and wield it long enough to pick up the victory?!

CL: All this and more, next time on Dragon Ball Z!

Ignoring Nightmare, Mister Phenomenal instead hops up and almost takes Ethan’s head off with a low dropkick! Sean gets back up to his feet and throws up his infamous X taunt to a chorus of jeers, which gets a sneer from him and he hurries over to Ethan Adams’ limp body. Looking like he’s got springs in his boots, Madrox gets an incredibly amount of air when he leaps into the air and misses the running senton splash by the rookie rolling out of the way! With a hand on his back and cursing out Ethan Adams’ name, Sean starts to get back up to his feet when his head is nearly taken off much like Ethan’s was earlier!

JH: UUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZIIIII~! Nightmare tagged in Grant while no one was looking!

CL: Yeesh, Sean just got intimate with the bottom of Grant’s boot.

CM: Does Grant have no shame?! Sean has a photo shoot in two days! He can’t go to it looking like he got into a fight with a dyke and lost!

In his own special way of thanking him, the First Wonder of the World charges Rice and takes him down to the canvas too with a cross body splash! Ethan starts to get up, but Grant fights through the pain to try and lock in a front guillotine choke on his smaller foe and wrap his legs around him. Desperately Adams fights from getting put in the hold and the two roll around on the mat, struggling over it and showing off some of their chain wrestling skills. This comes to an end when Sean Madrox now in a foul mood kicks both in their rib cages like he is punting the winning field goal for the game.

CL: Geez, when did Sean get some martial arts training?

CM: Those weren’t really martial arts kicks, he learned to kick that hard for a up coming soccer movie role he’s got lined up.

JH: The fact that you know this much about his career is frightening.

Rather than choose one of them, Sean grabs both by the back of their necks and brings them back up to their feet only to collide their heads together! Holding onto them still, Madrox makes sure they don’t fall and rams the two’s craniums together like two football helmets yet again! The fans in Arizona jeer Mister Phenomenal heavily and he goes for a third time, except that the two stop it and instead grab him, double hip tossing him! Amazingly, in midway Sean Madrox flips and lands right on his feet, only to turn around into a double lariat from Grant and Ethan!

CM: Cheaters! Cheaters!

JH: It may be every man for himself, but Ethan and Grant seem to be coexisting to get rid of Sean Madrox.

CL: Spoke too soon.

That he did, because Rice cleans Ethan Adams’ clock with a left jab and repeats that process a few more times as Sean Madrox crawls to his corner. Unfortunately, only the rookie is the one that sees it and he is too dazed from all of these shots to do any thing about it when Madrox tags back in XK! Kitten enters the ring and zips across the ring, leaping into the air and driving the point of his knee cap right into the side of Grant Rice’s face! Despite being dazed, it doesn’t stop Ethan from running to the ropes and springing off of them and flying through the air, grabbing XK’s head when he turns around and driving it into the mat!

JH: Kao Loi followed right by a Ratings Spike!

CL: That kid better make good of the advantage while he has it!

CM: Yeah! Take care of the freak!

The crowd is split right in half as the First Wonder of the World bends over and wraps his arms around the waist of Xtreme Kitten. A few of the fans on his side see what’s coming and cheer as Adams struggles with his much heavier foe to lock in his submission finisher. Kitten seems to be back amongst the living because he digs his fingers into the mat, trying to force his body to stay where it is and prevent the hold. Luckily for him, help comes when Grant Rice grabs Ethan and lifts him up into the air before driving him back first down in a power bomb manner!

CL: There’s the Killswytch!

CM: Stupid Grant saving the stupid freak!

JH: That was certainly a close call for the Dual Crown Champion!

Before Grant can even try to go for the cover Ethan snatches a hold of the near by bottom rope and pulls his body under it. A frown finds itself on the face of Rice and he gets up, walking over to the ropes and starts stomping away on Adams to try and get him to let go. Sadly for the Revo member, he is damn near beheaded by a lariat from Sean Madrox who ran across the apron to do it! Tony Clarke warns Madrox who elects to ignore him and head back over to his corner, a smug smirk on his face for what he’s done.

CM: Yay! Sean!

JH: He’s not supposed to do that!

CL: You wanna go down there and tell him that? Be my guest.

Nightmare is far from happy about that and tries to enter the ring to go across it to get at Sean Madrox, but Tony gets him to stay on the apron. Seeing every one else down now, Adams slinks out from between the ropes and gets back up to his feet, moving back towards XK. In the blink of an eye Ethan manages to lock in a reverse Indian deathlock on the champion and looks out with a morbid smile on his face as he snatches the arms. Carefully he plants the bottom of his boot up against the back of Xtreme Kitten’s masked skull and then drives him down and squashes his head!

JH: Curtain Jerker!

CL: And Ethan’s gone for the cover!


[align=center]1![/align]


CM: Please don’t let him kick out!

JH: This could be the single biggest moment in Ethan Adams’ career if he pins the FIW Dual Crown Champion!


[align=center]2![/align]


CL: And would put him right in line for a title shot!

CM: Yes, oh god, yes, please!


[align=center]THR-NO! SEAN BREAKS UP THE COUNT![/align]


JH: Gah! He was so close!

CL: He might’ve had it had it not been for Sean Madrox!

Tony Clarke tries to order Sean out, but Madrox isn’t listening as he continues to stomp the tar out of the smallest man in the match. Having seen enough, Nightmare tags himself in and charges in with Kiyoshi charging into the ring to the aid of his partner as well. Both men nail Mister Phenomenal with a lariat, one right after another and sends him staggering right into the White Hole Slam! Nakahata wastes no time in locking in the Dojime Sleeper as XK stumbles up to deliver a vicious roaring forearm to the Prince of Pain that takes him off his feet!

CL: Kiyoshi’s got Sean in the Dojime!

CM: Crap!

JH: Kitten just rocked Nightmare with a roaring forearm!

Ethan recovers and shakes the cobwebs out of his head only to have his legs swept out from under him and Grant lock him into the Straight Mizery! Both Ethan Adams and Sean Madrox are screaming out in agony and Tony circles the two submission situations, seeing if either will give in. Mean while XK drives his foot down and connects with a Garvin Stomp to the skull of his former team mate once upon a time. Trying to fight through the pain, Nightmare starts to get up and gets to his knees, reaching out and using the ropes to get to his feet.

CM: Ethan! Sean! Please don’t tap!

JH: It is breaking down!

CL: Clusterfuck! Clusterfuck! Cllllluuuuusssssterrrrffffuuuuck!

Both men try their hardest to reach for the ropes, but neither Kiyoshi nor Grant is letting that happen any time soon and wrench further back on their holds. Slowly but surely life starts to seep out of both Ethan and Madrox, each second that passes they fade further and get closer to passing out. On the other side of the ring XK stands over Nightmare and lets him use the ropes to fully get up, only to nearly knock him back down with an elbow to the midsection. Without warning Kitten reaches out and he wraps his arms around the Prince of Pain’s neck, pulling him closer to him and locking in the side headlock!

JH: La Furia! Kitten is using La Furia for the second time ever!

CL: We have a three way submission fest going on!

CM: Gah, I don’t want Ethan or Madrox to tap, but if Nightmare taps that freak wins!

Tony Clarke throws his arms up in frustration of having to try and check on three submission holds at the same exact time. A mild chant of “Tony” breaks out in appreciation of the fans as he zips around the ring and is at all times on top of all three holds. Finally Madrox makes some head way by rolling Kiyoshi and him onto their side, only inches away from the ropes as Ethan tries to do the same. The First Wonder of the World isn’t having as much luck with his escape attempt, though; he doesn’t need to worry any longer as Nightmare submits!

CL: I don’t believe it!

CM: I feel like I should be laughing and crying at the same time right now!


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JH: La Furia put Nightmare down! Nightmare has submitted!

CL: Incredible, simply incredible.


MA: The winning team by submission….XXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEMMMMMMEEEEEE KIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEENNNNNNN~!!! AND~! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN MMMMMMMAAAAADRRRRROOOOOOOOX~!!!


As XK’s music hits the sound system all three men release their submission holds, Grant hurrying over to Nightmare’s side as Kiyoshi looks on in disbelieve. Mockingly Kitten holds up his index and thumb fingers to show just how close Kiyoshi was to winning the match and better luck next time. While Madrox and Adams both gasp and cough up a lung trying to catch their breaths after that little experience. Lucy enters the ring and stands beside her man, placing the Dual Crown over his shoulders and posing for the crowd.

CM: Blah…Least Madrox won.

JH: Xtreme Kitten continues his massive momentum going into Summer of Sin. Can Kiyoshi or Matt be the ones to derail this steam roller?!

CL: Guess we’ll have to wait and see! As that’s all the time we have for tonight, for Hitchen and Chip and every one else here at FIW, I’m Conse. We’ll see you next week....you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!

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