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Summer of Sin '07; 07-29-07
Topic Started: Jul 30 2007, 03:38 AM (530 Views)
Crimson Shards
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[align=center]Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first
Lamborginis, caviar
Dry martini's, Shangrila
I got a burnin' feeling, deep inside of me
It's yearnin', but I'm gonna set it free


I'm goin' in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight

I'm gonna win in sin city, let me roll ya baby

Ladders and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man, beggar man thief
You ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief
Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim
They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in
So spin that wheel, cut that pack

And roll them loaded dice
Bring on the dancin' girls, and put the champaign on ice

I'm goin' in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight

I'm gonna win in sin city, let me roll ya baby


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[align=center]She-Dragon verse Roxie Galanoochie

Roxie Galanoochie made her debut against what turned out to be…Dragon in drag! Yes, Dragon was wearing a wig, make-up, high heels and even a skirt and thong much to the disgust of every man in attendance. Because of this “She-Dragon’s” movements were hindered quite a bit and Roxie ran circles around her opponent while beating the crap out of them. The end came when she hit the Toprope Dancin’ and went for the cover, picking up the, 1, 2, 3.

Winner: Roxie Galanoochie.


Dragon verse Priest

Once again much to the disgust of all the males Dragon stripped down to his undies and changed right in the ring as Priest entered it. From the toll of the bell Priest was on the Dragon, pounding his face into the ground every which way he turned in the ring. Then proceeded for several minutes to just stretch the poor jobber out for his own amusement it seemed. Mercifully it came to an end when the God’s Soldier locked in the McConnaigh Special and Dragon tapped out.

Winner: Priest


Odin verse Robert Black

In his second ever match Robert Black fared well against the slightly more experienced Odin. The two went blow for blow with each other and even started to pull out some mighty impressive power house style maneuvers. The end almost came when Black hit his trademark dropkick, though it only was good enough to get a two count on the fellow big man. Sadly, Robert Black’s luck ran out and Odin at the end hit him with the Ragnarök for the pin fall.

Winner: Odin[/align]
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JH: Ladies and gentlemen, from the desert just outside Las Vegas, Nevada, welcome to FIW SUMMER OF SIN 2007! I’m Jonathan Hitchen, alongside Chip Martin and Constance Loire!

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JH: And we’re gonna’ kick things off here at Summer of Sin with what is expected to be an amazing showcase of athleticism, the Riot Match to determine who will be the Flycore Champion!

CM: Or more accurately an amazing showcase of who can fuck somebody up worse than the other.

CL: Sounds like we have Michael Anderson backstage to explain the rules of the Riot Match—smart of him, I don’t doubt this is going to get ugly FAST.

We now go to the HDTVs where Michael Anderson is standing backstage, with his microphone in his hand.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the opening contest LIVE at FIW Summer of Sin is a special RIOT MATCH for the FIW Flycore Championship! There are a total of SEVEN competitors in this match, who will compete in a falls-count-anywhere rules contest when the bell sounds, at which point more competitors can enter the match as so desired! Elimination occurs by pinfall or submission, and the last competitor standing at the end of twenty minutes, will be the FLYCORE CHAMPION! And now, introducing the participants!

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

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

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

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

MA: First, from The Grave, he is PHYLLISSSSS BAAATHORYYYYYY!

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

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

Phylis runs up the ropes...

-the screen bursts into flames-

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

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

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

The 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 heads to the floor, then he snatches off his hoodie tossing it out of the ringside area as he stretches.

MA: From Houston, Texas, he weighs 208 pounds, “THE DYNAMO” SHAUN WILLLLSON!!!

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 an 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, by going down to the floor himself.

JH: Who is he trying to kid? We ALL know it’s Maj Tahal.

CM: Jonathan, are you simple? Maj left us months ago! This man, this pride of England is going to be the next Flycore Champion!

CL: I could actually stand Maj Tahal. THIS guy is a fucking retard.

JH: But he’s Maj Tah—oh, forget it!

All is quiet inside the arena for a few moments, until a familiar voice starts reciting a prayer which gets the fans to start going absolutely crazy, that familiar Depeche Mode intro that we remember from Chris Daniels' intro playing in the background.

[align=center]"And a Shepherd I shall be, for Thee my Lord for Thee.
Power hath decended forth from Thy hand,
that my feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
So I shall flow a river forth to Thee,
and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."
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Then, strangely, Priest's voice speaks alone, but both in a high and low tone giving him a very creepy and unearthly voice.

[align=center]"And I will execute great vengeance upon thee with furious rebukes; and they shall know that my name is PRIEST, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them."[/align]

CM: I’m scared. Hold me, Conse! He’s gonna fry my eyebrows off with his Jesus powers!

CL: GET the fuck away from me.

All at once Skillet's "Savior" begins hammering the PA system, and Priest steps up onto the entryway, his hands folded in prayer as he surveys the crowd with gold coloured smoke swirling around him, and a proud smile crosses his fanged features. After a moment to take it all in, Priest makes his way towards the ring so smoothly he seems to be floating, being mindful to survey his fans from underneath his hood while the smoke continues to envelope the rampway and stage. Once he reaches the ring he rounds it, making sure to touch the hands of all of his Faithful in attendance, before climbing up on the apron and making a show of whipping his hood off, throwing a proud fist to the crowd who can now see his missing ear and his new hairstyle. He steps through the ropes into the ring after sufficiently getting the crowd pumped, he climbs up on the far turnbuckle and appeals to the crowd by opening his arms to welcome the cheers, balancing easily on the top rope, he climbs down and removes his robe, tossing that to the outside before heading to his corner, producing his flask of holy water, Priest pops it open and spills it onto his corner to grant him luck before waiting for the match to start on the outside of the ring as the smoke finally clears away.

MA: From County Wicklow, Ireland, by way of his earlier victory, he is making his TELEVISED in-ring debut for FIW…PRIIIIIIEST!

JH: We all know that Priest was an amazing talent in Tri-State Wrestling, but can he best some of FIW’s best flyers to lay claim to the Flycore title?

[align=center]The soft beats of "Do You Call My Name" by Ra hits the speakers letting the soft flow of pure egyptian music. The lights go out while the entrance and stage flash a yellowish gold while smoke flows out from the back. The music picks up as Zesboca Devani comes from the back wearing a white tank top with fitting black leather pants. A goldish scarve is folded in two and hangs off of her left shoulder and tieing near her right hip. Zesboca runs her hands down her body almost going back to her old ways of entering the ring. She looks up not really looking at the crowd but just looking out she smirks.

"Kill Me With The Beat.."

The music picks up giving us more a rockish egyptian tune while Zesboca grabs the edge of her near her hip and pulls it up. She throws it up over her head only to let it float back down over her body. She grabs the edge one last time kissing it softly while pushing it back behind her. Finally she makes her way to the ring but she seems determind and not full of games like before.

MA: Entering the ring now! hailing from Cairo, Egypt and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds! she is the EEEGGGYYYPPPTTTIIIAAANNN VVVIIIXXEENNNEEEHHH!!! ZZZZZEEESSSBBBOOOCCCAAAAHHH DDDEEEVVVANNNIIHHHHH!!!!

Zesboca takes the steps to get inside of the ring taking her time while getting her mind in the mood set that it should be. Walking across the apron she looks out to the fans but not targeting anyone in particular since they don't matter to her anymore. Reaching the next turnbuckle she grabs it to use it to jump over the top rope into the ring. She takes one last look around the ring to know where things are in case she is in need of them, then exits to the floor as the rest of the competitors have.[/align]

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

[align=center]Turn me up!

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

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


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

[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]


MA: From Detroit, Michigan, he is a former FIW FLYCOOORE CHAMPION, EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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, after removing his robe he heads to the floor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Graver enters the ring and hands his belt off to the ref, climbing a turnbuckle and making a few gestures to the fans before dismounting onto the floor and waiting for the start of the match.

[align=center]*ding ding*

JH: Here we go, The RIOT MATCH IS ON!

CM: If there’s ANY, ANY flippy-floppy shit, I’m turning my mic off. I refuse to be associated with that bullshit.

The wrestlers involved flood into the ring and start brawling with each other immediately, Graver, Phyllis and Shaun Wilson already going to the floor, Zesboca matching up against Colbert Tottington with Priest in the corner fighting Extreme Ninja #2. Ninja’s able to quell Priest’s left handed forearm assault by kicking him in the gut and maneuvering him into the corner where he connects with a double hand chop, followed by a STIFF knife edge that leaves the Irish warrior gasping for air, Ninja then grabs Priest’s wrist and whips him into the other corner, Priest turning the offensive move by Ninja into a sort of double-team move, connecting with a forearm to the side of Colbert’s head, staggering him into the corner as Zesboca whirls Priest around, throwing a roundhouse kick at his head, Priest ducks it but Zessy comes back with a nifty sweep, knocking Priest to the ground, she comes bouncing off the ropes looking for a follow up but Ninja comes flying in, connecting with a leg lariat and spinning as he does so!

JH: Look out! Priest didn’t expect that!

CM: A-duh. Seems to me that’s why he got hit in the first place, dumbfuck.

The fans cheer Ninja defying the laws of gravity as he now backdrops the charging Priest over the top rope, Priest lands on the apron and connects with a headbutt, staggering Ninja into the center of the ring, Priest jumps up on the top rope, springboarding off and catching Ninja in a terrific hurricanrana! Ninja is spun into the mat as now Zesboca has recovered enough to watch Priest head for the apron again, seeing that Graver has sent Shaun Wilson HARD into the steel steps following a short brawl, Graver having sent Phyllis ripping towards the stairs with such velocity that when he hit, Phyllis flipped over the stairs, Priest sees that Graver is all by himself and leaps over the top using the top rope, Graver only able to watch as Priest crashes down on him with a crossbody, firing away with left handed shots afterward!

JH: LOOK out, there are bodies flying all over the place!

Zesboca exits the ring to the floor, grabbing Priest by the hair and lifting him into a sitting position before delivering a SHARP kick to the spine, making Priest arch his back in pain, Zessy goes and unseats the steel stairs after giving a kick to Shaun Wilson, setting them up facing Shaun, Phyllis, Graver and Priest, she backs up to the railing, judging the distance before running and stepping up on the stairs, leaping off and coming down on Priest with a double foot stomp! Zessy turns around right into a boot to the gut and a front facelock by Shaun Wilson, he lifts her up and suplexes her hard on the floor! Shaun follows up by jumping up on the apron, and leaping backward with an Asai moonsault, landing on Phyllis Bathory! He hooks the leg..

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PUNT TO THE FACE BY GRAVER![/align]


CM: OUCH! But why the hell did he save Zesboca?

CL: He wanted to? I don’t know, Martin, I don’t fucking know the man!

Graver scoops up Phyllis now, his head jacking back after a right hand from the ‘vampire’ and rocks him with a vicious headbutt before sending him back first into the nearby railing, Shaun comes staggering off and Graver grabs him by the hair, headbutting him one more time before SMASHING him into the nearby steel stairs, Shaun falling to the floor! Graver, satisified with his work turns around looking for another body to wreck, but gets caught with a left handed Roaring Elbow from Priest, jawing Graver and rattling his brain, whatever part of his brain still registers pain of course, leaving him open for Priest to load him up and YANK him backwards into the railing with a Russian Leg Sweep! He picks up the Flycore Champion afterward and sets him in a tree of woe on the railing, as Ninja is now recovered and has taken the fight to Shaun Wilson on the outside, he notices the Flycore Champion’s precarious position and looks out to the crowd, the cheering crowd, he takes off running and circles the ring to get speed as he’s on the side directly adjacent to Graver, once Ninja reaches Priest he takes off running too, and both men baseball slide dropkick Graver’s head into the steel!

JH: DANGEROUSSSS!

CL: Coulda’ broke Graver’s neck!...Cool! HEY! WOO! SHAUN’S BLEEDING!!

Shaun is indeed bleeding from the trip into the stairs, as he now catches Zesboca who leaps over the top rope at him, driving her spine first into the post from a fallaway slam position, Shaun staggers over and climbs up on the top closest to Ninja and Priest and positions himself, flipping back into an Asai moonsault, taking both men down! He sees that Graver is seemingly motionless in his upside down position and goes to free him so he can pin him, but as soon as he does Graver starts fighting back from his knees with shots to the gut, and then a headbutt, then he charges a little bit and cross arm bodyblocks Wilson down! Graver now with murderous intentions on that mind of his scoops Shaun up, dragging him toward the parking lot where the buses are as the rest of the competitors follow them, only fighting when they reach the tour buses, Priest, Phyllis, Ninja and Zesboca all fighting one another as Graver shoulder rushes Shaun back first into the side of the bus! Shaun yells in pain as Graver then bounces his face off one of the windows, cracking the glass and worsening the wound on The Dynamo’s face! Priest is trying to scale the bus in front of him by use of a ladder attached to the back of the bus, Zesboca’s trying to stop him but gets cut off by Phyllis, allowing Priest to get to the top of the bus, Phyllis attempts to send her into the bus but Zesboca counters with a back kick and then a Tornado DDT driving him into the metal gas-cap on the bumper!

CL: OUCH! Ninja just had that gas cap almost driven through his forehead!

JH: What in the hell is Priest doing?

CM: Since he THINKS he’s an angel, I have no doubt he’s going to try to fly.

Zesboca rolls to her feet now, helping Graver choke Shaun Wilson who is down against the side of the bus, blood dripping down onto the concrete of the parking lot, Graver shoves Zesboca away now and grabs Shaun up, hooking him up and preparing for White Noise, Zesboca however responds to the shove by cracking Graver right in the mush with a roundhouse kick! This staggers Graver completely around just in time to see PRIEST DIVE WITH AER LINGUS OFF THE TOP OF THE BUS, TAKING ALL THREE COMPETITORS OUT AND SPILLING THEM ALL OVER THE CONCRETE!

JH: LOOK OUUUUUUT! Priest sacrificing his body, his career to win this match!

CL: WHOA!

CM: *praying* Please say Priest broke his neck when he did that!

The crowd chants ‘HOLY SHIT’ as is the custom as they all lie in pain, Graver having taken the brunt of the damage because he was at the front of the group. Priest is now on his knees, doing his prayer taunt for the crowd which is getting them intense and fired up for the Irish warrior of God, he stands up, calling for the Prophecy but gets wiped out by Colbert Releasing The Hounds on him! Priest goes down, slapping his body hard against the concrete, Colbert following up with a leg hook..

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CLOSE KICKOUT![/align]


Zesboca still has wits enough about her to try to pin Priest..

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BROKEN UP BY COLBERT![/align]


JH: Wow. What an amazing match. These seven competitors are laying it all on the line!

CM: They’re all making Priest exert energy kicking out!

Graver is now getting up, up to one knee now, Ninja sees his opening and charges after grabbing a street sign that had been left on the ground, stepping up and SHINING STOMP WITH THE SIGNNNNUHHHHHH-DANGEROUSSSS! Graver is down again and Ninja LEAPS on him for the cover..

CM: HE STEPPED ON HIM!

JH: No! It’s I STEP ON YOU!

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2!

3![/align]


MA: Graver has been ELIMINATED from the Riot Match! Here is the new Flycore Champion, EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOO!

JH: Graver’s out of the Riot Match, and Ninja’s won the Flycore Title! He’s gotta’ survive for the rest of the match now if he wants to leave Vegas the champ!

Ninja rises up to his knees, raising his arms high in the air as Graver is helped away, only to have a door open into the back of Ninja’s head! Daisuke Tanaka leaps all-ninja like out of the bus as Mr. Blond and Momoko Wakari follow him, Daisuke connecting with a HARSH front kick to Zesboca Devani—no, she spins him around and leaps up onto his shoulders, hurricanrana-ing him to the concrete!

JH: The Tanaka Zaibatsu are in this match! Anybody can enter a Riot Match after it starts, remember!

The match seems to be spilling now back towards the ring as Priest is taking Colbert Tottington back there, The Tanaka Zaibatsu being fought by Zesboca Devani and Phyllis Bathory, who is aided most interestingly by Extreme Ninja #2 who breaks off Mr. Blond’s stomping assault on Zessy to ram the Peroxide Outlaw face first into the bus with a front dropkick, then he tosses Phyllis aside after giving him the same face treatment and turns to Zessy who rocks him with a HARD forearm, staggering Ninja, Zessy launches another forearm that’s got the Champ dizzy, she jumps up on the hood of a nearby car now and poises, ready for her Zessy Kick, she jumps and scissors into the move but Ninja moves, Zessy lands expertly on her feet but gets a low kick HARD to her left leg, Zessy drops and quickly gets her face stomped in by another I STEP ON YOU!!! Ninja covers, thanks to there being nobody around conscious enough to break it up..

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2..

3![/align]


MA: Zesboca Devani has been ELIMINATED from the Riot Match! STILL the Flycore Champion, EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOO!

Ninja gets up, patting Zessy on the cheek as he goes back now to Blond who rakes him hard across the…mask I guess, and then takes him back towards the ring, making sure to ram Ninja into the railings twice or three times before throwing him back inside, not paying attention to the fight that is taking place now between Shaun Wilson and Colbert Tottington back at the buses! We cut to them just as Shaun’s been downed by a discus clothesline from Maj…er…Colbert, Colbert looks down and looks at the car in front of him, getting an idea before climbing up on the car, judging the distance before jumping up on the top from the hood and moonsaulting backwards onto Shaun, connecting perfectly! A cover!

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BROKEN UP!

..


BY SEAN MADROX?![/align]


CM: YESS!!! This match is watchable again!

JH: Madrox must have come in from one of the buses! He’s in the match!

Madrox broke up the pin with a HARD stomp to the head, now taking Colbert and dragging him toward the railing, lifting Colbert with a front facelock once he gets there and setting him on the other side of the rails, once Madrox is there he slooowly twists Colbert around and DROPS DOWN WITH A NECKBREAKER ACROSS THE RAIL!

JH: DANGEROUUU—

CM: SHUT UP! We KNOW!!

We go now back to the ring as Shaun is starting to slowly head back towards the ring, having taken plenty of damage now, losing a lot of blood, Shaun has since made it back towards the ring too but of course brings a steel chair in with him, he sets it up in the center of the ring and then heads over, nailing Priest with a dropkick to the back after Priest has already beaten Colbert Tottington down, Shaun takes the stunned Priest and sets him on the chair, calling for Mr. Blond (who unknown to us until now has ALSO returned to the ringside area) to give him another chair, Blondie does, Shaun raises it high before rushing the ropes, looking apparently for a chair assisted heel kick, but Ninja comes in and yanks Priest out of the way at the very last moment, making Shaun bang his leg on his chair, Shaun grimaces in pain and tries to get up as Ninja has the chair now, he taps it, ready for Shaun to get up, when The Dynamo’s up HE EATS A FACEFUL OF STEEL!

CL: DAMN! Ninja just winged the chair right into Shaun’s skull!

Ninja quickly covers..

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2..

3![/align]


MA: Shaun Wilson HAS BEEN ELIMINATED from the Riot Match! STILL the Flycore Champion, EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOO!

JH: Ninja’s on a roll! He might just survive this thing!

CM: Especially if he has the fucking preacher man helping him! They seem to have been working as a unit this whole way through!

JH: Not the case, Chip. I think it’s every man for himself here, Ninja just saw an opportunity to score an elimination!

Ninja now goes for God’s Most Blessed Soldier, picking him up and lacing him with a chop before whipping him into the ropes, possibly tensing to crush his head into the chair but Priest ducks an attempted clothesline, loading Ninja up and going for his Repent backbreaker but Ninja knees him in the head on the way up, landing back on his feet and SPIKING Priest into the chair with a double arm DDT! Priest is IMMEDIATELY bleeding from this as Ninja covers..

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JH: You’ve got to admire Priest’s tenacity, he’s a tough customer! A DDT like that would have put any normal man down!

CM: Have to remember though, Priest is saved by the powers of JEEEEZUS. Fucking hell.

CL: YAY! BLOOD!

Priest is trying to wipe the blood out of his eyes now as he’s still on the mat, as Ninja looks down at him and then looks at the ropes, he rushes over to them seeing a chance he doesn’t want to squander and connects with a moonsault off the bottom rope! Another moonsault off the second rope, and the fans are buzzing, he springboards up to the top rope BUT GETS A BLAST OF MIST IN THE EYES! Ninja goes down grabbing at his mask as Daisuke quickly gets in the ring and rolls him up with a La Magistral Cradle..

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JH: WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE HELL!

MA: Extreme Ninja #2 has been ELIMINATED! Your new Flycore Champion is Daisuke “THE CRRRROW” TANAKA!!!

Daisuke celebrates in the ring now with Mr. Blond, unknowing that somebody new is now on their way to the ring, with a table underneath his arm. It appears to be…Crackerjack? Not possible, he’s got an International Championship match later tonight! That’s definetly the masked giant though….he seems to have lost a few pounds, and a couple inches—wait a minute..

CM: Who the fuck is he trying to kid? That’s Graver! He’s wearing a Crackerjack mask! Look at that hair coming out of the mask, no way anybody else has a mop like Graver’s!

Either way, “Crackerjack” sets up the table in the corner, running and connecting with a boot to the back of the kneeling Daisuke’s head, following that up with a Die By The Rulz headbreaker to Mr. Blond! “Crackerjack” is taking control now, as he sees his opportunity and dumps Mr. Blond to the outside, taking Daisuke and setting him up leaning on the table, he then gets a head of steam and bodysplashes him through the table! He pulls Daisuke away from the wreckage now and makes the cover..

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MA: Daisuke “The Crow” Tanaka has been ELIMINATED! Your new FIW Flycore Champion…uhhh…Crackerjack?

JH: Oh, please! Graver’s already eliminated!

CL: Are you fucking simple? Do you not see the mask? That’s Crackerjack, and he just became the Flycore Champion! Probably the biggest Flycore Champion in history!

JH & CM: THAT’S NOT CRACKERJACK!

Either way, “Crackerjack” celebrates now before heading to the outside to go after Sean Madrox who has been fighting Colbert Tottington this whole time, we don’t know exactly what they’ve been doing but we do know Madrox has the advantage until Graver connects with a short arm clothesline, pulling him away from battering on Colbert Tottington, Colbert follows up the attack by “Crackerjack” by dropping a knee on Sean Madrox, then putting the boots to him, Graver though wasn’t finished punishing Sean and makes Colbert pay for it by connecting with another Die By The Rulz after a rake to the face! Colbert then almost takes a ride into the security railing but he’s able to reverse and send Graver hard into it, ramming into him right afterward with a series of shoulder thrusts, connecting with three before sending Graver headfirst into the steel again! Colbert turns around…right into a SUPERKICK!

JH: OUT OF NOWHERE! BLACKOUT OUT OF NOWHERE!

CM: He’s getting ready for another one!

Sean quickly rolls “Crackerjack” into the ring and follows him inside, Graver stumbling a little bit as he finds his way to his feet, and unfortunately for him Sean Madrox’s boot finds it’s way to“Crackerjack”’s chin, knocking him horizontal and keeping him there! Madrox covers…

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MA: Erm…Crackerjack has been eliminated from the Riot Match! I think…Your new Flycore Champion in any case, MR. PHENOMENAL, SEAN MAAAADROX!

JH: Priest was a split second late, I’m positive the ONLY reason he tried to save Graver was so that he could punish him further!

CL: And now Priest is going to town on Madrox!

Indeed, Priest has started work on Sean Madrox, delivering a harsh kick to his arm before yanking it with an arm dragonscrew, picking Sean up now and pushing him into the corner where he RIPS him with a knife edge chop, we’re noticing now as Sean reverses and starts chopping away at Priest that the field is beginning to thin, with only two members of the Tanaka Zaibatsu left, one of which, Momoko Wakari is brawling in the crowd with Colbert Tottington and Phyllis Bathory, Mr. Blond trying to keep up but gets cut off by Phyllis taking him out with a cross body block over the railing! Back in the ring, Madrox has taken over on Priest after a series of chops and a ram headfirst into the turnbuckle, Madrox sends Priest into the ropes, Priest ducks a clothesline and tries to springboard into a rana off the other ropes but Madrox catches him and drives him down with a sitout powerbomb! Madrox stays with it for the cover..

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JH: Priest is one tough customer, that’s very apparent by the courageous fight he’s putting up despite the heavy blood loss!

Madrox now rolls away from Priest and poises himself in the corner, going for another Blackout, but he’s about to find out very painfully that he made a mistake going for the Blackout again so early, as Priest catches the boot, spins him around and connects with a clothesline knockdown! Madrox bounces back up and eats another clothesline! Priest now with momentum feeds Madrox a leg and BRAINS him with an Enzuigiri kick! Madrox is down and Priest follows up with a spinning elbow drop, much like Austin Aries, and hooks the leg right afterward!

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Priest now is feeling it and pushes Madrox into the corner as we cut quickly to where Momoko has just DDT’ed Colbert into one of the ringside chairs, and after scaring a few spectators off with the usual angry ‘grr I’ll kill you’ look, she unearths a fork from her boot and starts stabbing at Colbert with it, opening up small gashes over his forehead and eyebrows! Colbert’s bleeding now and it’s only made worse when Momoko rams his head into the chair, once, twice, three times, sending him down into the sand!

CL: SO MUCH BLOOD! EVERYWHERE! I’M IN FUCKING HEAVEN!

JH: Two of our competitors bleeding now, and my esteemed colleague Constance has finally, FINALLY, lost his mind.

Priest has just finished off a 10 punch combo in the corner back inside the ring and now presses the attack by whipping him into the corner, Priest grabs the chair in the middle of the ring that had been used earlier and charges the corner, getting the chair kicked back into his face for his efforts, Madrox runs the ropes and Lionsaults off the opposite side, overshooting Priest just enough to go for the Madrox DDT if it were not for Priest scouting the move, stepping back just enough to catch Madrox in a half nelson, and quickly bring him up and back down for the Repent backbreaker! Priest keeps hold of Madrox and quickly slips behind him, rolling him up for a rolling prawn cradle..


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Madrox rakes the eyes once Priest pulls him up, knocking him down with a clothesline right after! The Phenomenal One looks PISSED now and connects with a toe kick, loading him up for what appears to be the Direct Effect, his Styles Clash-style maneuver, he lifts Priest vertical but Priest lands back on his feet and backdrops his way out of it, Madrox quickly coming back up but he eats a Shotei from Priest after the Holy Warrior fired himself off the ropes behind him, Madrox is back up and gets a toe kick to the gut, Priest now loading Madrox up for what appears to be the same maneuver Sean tried on him earlier!

CM: He’s gonna’ do the Direct Effect! What audacity!

JH: He actually used this move in TSW to GREAT effect, this is what he calls the PROPHECY RIGHT INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!

CL: He’s not done! Loook!

After Priest has PLOWED Madrox into the chair with the Prophecy, he laces up the now bleeding Madrox’s arms in a unique submission hold, a very Rings of Saturn style hold, but you TSW fans know it as the McConnaigh Special, passed down from generation to generation in Priest’s family! Madrox is right now wishing that had never happened as he ROARS in pain at his shoulders being torqued the way they are, the Phenomenal One refuses to quit but Priest only torques the hold further, literally trying to rip Sean Madrox’s shoulders out with the tenacity, Madrox finally admits defeat and taps out!

MA: Sean Madrox is ELIMINATED From the Riot Match! Your new FIW Flycore Champion is PRIEST!

The crowd cheers this as Priest does his prayer taunt while Madrox is being helped from the ring, a confident smile passing the Holy Warrior’s face as he watches Madrox being helped away, unaware that Phyllis Bathory has made it back into the ring, wielding a spool of barbed wire, Priest gets up just in time to get conked in the head by a barbed wire-wrapped fist from Phyllis, flooring the holy warrior and making him bleed further than he already was! Phyllis untangles the wire from his fist, cutting himself a couple times on the hand in the process, and picks up the steel chair now that was left with Sean Madrox’s faceprint in it, wrapping the wire in that now as the crowd begins to rumble, still hotly into the brawls taking place in different areas of the ringside area. He then picks Priest up by the wrist and shoots him into the ropes, ready to behead him with the chair, he swings but MISSES as Priest tucks into a roll to avoid, Phyllis comes back around and takes a Roaring Elbow to the jaw, making him drop the chair, Priest hooks him up in a front facelock and takes him over with a suplex, hanging on and spinning his hips to get back up as the crowd knows what’s coming…ANOTHER suplex!

JH: I believe Phyllis may be on the Rocky Road to Dublin upcoming!

Priest lifts him up one more time and steps over to the barbed wire chair, lifting Phyllis vertical before DRRRRIVING HIM DOWN ONTO THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR WITH A BRAINBUSTER!!

JH: WHACK FOL-OL-DE-RAH!!

CL: BRAINBUSTAHHHHHHHH DANGEROUUUUSSS!

CM: What the FUCK? You two are morons!

Phyllis is motionless now as Priest rolls over and hooks the leg, the crowd still chanting “HOLY SHIT”..

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JH: GOODBYE PHYLLIS BATHORY!

MA: Phyllis Bathory has been ELIMINATED from the Riot Match! Still the Flycore Champion, PRIIIIIEST!

The field is starting to wear thin now as the remaining members of the Tanaka Zaibatsu seem to forget about fighting Colbert Tottington, who was holding his own against them until Blondie found his way into his entrance robe and clobbered Tottington with his steel-plated lighter, the fight even including the Zaibatsu pulling a ladder from underneath the ring. They both get into the ring now as Priest is praying over the fallen body of Phyllis, passing his hand over the ‘vampire’s’ eyes to close them before crossing his arms in front of his chest, slowly rising with blood dripping down his face to see the Zaibatsu already charge him, Momoko connecting with a VICIOUS knee to the gut while Blondie chokes him into the corner, Momoko kicking relentlessly away at his knee, his arm, whatever she can reach with Blond in the way.

CM: Get him! Get that motherfucker!

CL: I don’t often say this, but go, Priest! Ruin those Zaibatsu assholes! Momoko still leaves the filthy taste of Red Cell *holds back puke* in my mouth!

Momoko goes and grabs the ladder, pushing it into the ring now as Priest is snapmared out into the center of the ring by Blond who pulls HARD at his face with a fish hook, sending elbow strikes into his forehead to worsen the cuts all over his face while Momoko sets up the ladder in the corner and the barbed wire chair in the center of the ring folded up, then she goes over and helps Blond pick Priest up, pushing him into the corner before whipping him into the other corner where the ladder is—no, Priest stops his momentum by baseball sliding and coming up facing them both, Momoko rushes Priest but he lifts her and drops her FACEFIRST ON THE LADDER! Priest rushes and ducks under a knuckle arrow by Blond, whirling him around and connecting with a double underhook suplex that lands him back first on the barbed wire! Priest quickly flips Blond over and applies a double underhook again, this time flipping over into his Cry To God Submission!

JH: Two tremendous counters by Priest, and now he has Blond in that butterfly submission! Momoko’s out cold thanks to the ladder shot!

CL: Come on, break his fucking shoulders! All my favorites are already out so I might as well root for Priest to take this thing!

Blond is flailing madly, yelling for Momoko to help him but she’s on Dream Street, whatever you call that in Japan I’m not sure, but either way the badly bleeding blond-haired villain has nowhere to go trapped in that hold, he’s reaching his foot towards the ropes but Priest switches his body position, transitioning from the butterfly lock to the McConnaigh Special! Blond SCREAMS in pain as Priest rears back on the hold, almost lifting him off the ground, Blond submits not a few minutes later, unable to take the tremendous torture on his shoulder!

MA: Mr. Blond HAS BEEN ELIMINATED from the Riot Match! Still the Flycore Champion, PRIEEEEST!

JH: Impressive, VERY impressive showing by Priest, having taken down THREE competitors now on his own, more than Extreme Ninja #2 was able to eliminate! Priest just may be the new Flycore Champion!

CM: Not if Momoko has anything to say about it! Look!

Priest is immediately nailed by Momoko kicking him square in the face, Priest falls back as Momoko grabs her fork again and lunges at Priest stabbing him several times with it, she lets him up only to grab the barbed wire chair and SMASH it across Priest’s back! He rises up into a kneeling position, YELLING in pain as Momoko kicks him down before smashing it across his back again!

CL: Come on, Priest! Don’t let that bitch win!

Constance surprisingly starts pounding on the table as Momoko is now driving the point of the chair into Priest’s neck, choking him with it as the crowd pounds along with Conse, trying to get Priest back into the match as Momoko is through using the chair, she grabs the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring, drawing a thumb across her throat after telling the fans to shut the fuck up with their pounding. She starts climbing the ladder, obviously wanting to connect with the Demon Stomp from the top of the ladder, no doubt that’s going to beat Priest if she can connect, she gets to a high enough point and judges the distance but doesn’t judge that Priest is already up when she gets up there, he pushes the ladder and makes Momoko fall off the ladder, jacking her throat on the top rope! She staggers around dazed, and grabbing her throat as Priest grabs the ladder, folding it up, and RAMS IT RIGHT INTO MOMOKO’S FACE! She goes flying over the top rope to the floor, Priest throwing the ladder down angrily before picking her up and rolling her back into the ring, getting up on the second rope, before picking Momoko up with him and lifting her vertical!

JH: NO WAY!

CM: He’s not gonna…STOP HIM! STOP HIM!

Priest leaps, AND HITS THE PROPHECY FROM THE SECOND ROPE ONTO THE LADDER! Priest rolls away clutching his ribs, ROARING in pain and anger as he pushes Momoko’s form over and pins her..

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JH: ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!

CL: PEACE THE FUCK OUT, TANAKA ZAIBATSU! SEE YOU IN THE FUNNY PAPERS!

CM: Our Flycore Champion’s gonna’ be a Jesus Freak…oh, nooo…

MA: Momoko Wakari HAS BEEN ELIMINATED from the Riot Match! Still the Flycore Champion, PRIEST!

Colbert doesn’t give a damn though as he picks Priest up, immediately dumping the weakened Irishman on his head with a vertical Exploder suplex! Colbert lifts Priest up again, lifting him vertical suplex-style before DRIVING him back down with a Side Effect, the full move known as Bob’s Your Uncle! Colbert hooks both legs of Priest, sure that he’s got it..

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JH: How does he do it?

CM: You’re gonna have to kill him to stop him, Colbert, so don’t waste any time doing it!

Colbert now picks up Priest and pushes him into the corner, whipping him from the corner to the ropes where Colbert fires himself off the other side ropes, connecting HARD with a running STO ONTO THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR! The move known as Tally Ho has Priest bleeding all over his back, seemingly all but finished as Colbert makes a belt motion around his waist, before picking Priest up and lifting him vertical style ready for his Change of the Guard running brainbuster, Colbert starts in the corner and then runs out to the center but Priest wiggles out of it somehow, headbutting Colbert and hurting himself in the process before hiptossing Colbert over the top rope on the charge! Priest gets some brief respite before wanting to continue the attack by racing to the ropes and firing himself off, flying over the top once he comes back with a rope flip to the floor! Priest brings Colbert back into the ring and gets back in himself, calling for the Prophecy one more time but gets NAILED IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD BY…



The Cat Kick?

JH: WHAT THE HELL! THAT’S….

CM: XTREME KITTEN! YES! YEEEESS! THE DUAL CROWN CHAMP IS HERE!

Quickly, XK, or who we think is XK rolls Priest up, Priest dazed and unaware of what’s going on..


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JH: GOD DAMN IT! PRIEST WAS SO CLOSE!

MA: Priest has been ELIMINATED FROM THE RIOT MATCH! Your new Flycore Champion…XTREME KITTEN!

XK stands up and points to his brain, scratching at his grey and black beard while smiling snarkily…wait a fucking minute....Once Priest sees who it is, he LEAPS at Graver, taking him down and brawling with him to the outside where security floods the ringside area, four men literally having to pry Priest off the Flycore Champion and drag him backstage, The Holy Warrior still trying to get at him.

JH: THAT FUCKER! THAT LOW DOWN MOTHER FU—

CL: That’s enough, folks, I’ve turned off Jonathan’s mic for the remainder of the match.

XK, who is actually Graver (Who knew?) now picks up Colbert Tottington, in his weakened state or so it seems Colbert’s no match for Graver who immediately sets up for White Noise, he hooked the arms but before he has a chance to lift him up, Mortimer Igneous storms the ring with the Flycore Title, SMACKING Graver in the face with it! Graver’s down for the count as Colbert has no idea what’s going on, Mortimer yelling at him to get Graver, Colbert looks down, sees the XK mask and looks absolutely confused but nevertheless drops and applies his Anaconda Vice submission hold, Fuzz checking in and seeing that “XK” is out cold, he drops his hand…once…twice…THREE TIMES!

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CL: Colbert not only wins the Riot Match, he survives it! Priest got screwed, he should be the Flycore Champion in my estimation! I don’t like the kid, but he damn sure stole the show tonight in the fans’ eyes!

MA: Your winner of the Riot Match and the TRUE FIW FLYCORE CHAMPION….COLBERRRRRRRT TOTTTINNGGGGTONNNNNN!
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DING-DING

MA: The following contest is a TABLES ARE LEGAL match *crowd pop* and it is for the FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIONSHIP! *another crowd pop*

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.

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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.

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Boom
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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: Introducing first! Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..‘THE FIRST WONDER OF THE WORLD’ ETHAN ADAMS!!!

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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.

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

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GET TIRED, OR WASTED
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The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right. He begins to walk down the steel steps admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as he flips off the crowd.

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RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
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RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY
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MA: Also challenging… from Fairfield, Connecticut! He weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds… ‘MR. PHENOMENAL’ SEAN MADROX!!!

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.

The thunderous growl of a motorcylce 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.

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

MA: In the ring from Cheltenham, England-- he weighs in tonight at two hundred and seventeen pounds. Ladies and gentleman, the FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION… LIIIIIAAAAMMMM MMMMOOOORRRTEEELLLLLL!!!

MA barely gets his final introduction out before Sean Madrox flies across the ring and LEVELS Liam with a spinning heel kick right into the face! The forces Michaela to call for the start of the match. The bell sends Ethan into action and he rushes an unaware Odin with a dropkick into the small of the back! Odin stumbles a step or two before spinning around to eye his attacker. Ethan is already back up and leaps high into the air to nail a dropkick right into Odin’s face!

CM: Kick his ass, Sean!

CL: Sean Madrox is the man Liam Mortell won the championship from! And it’s obvious Sean hasn’t forgotten it!

JH: Look at the athleticism from Ethan Adams! An amazing dropkick over six feet into the air!

CM: He is Mr. High Spot.

Madrox has since mounted the man who stole his championship and is pummeling around with a flurry of fists (both rights and lefts). Ethan grabs a hold of the top rope and jumps to the top with a single leap, the moment his boots hit the top rope he SAILS THROUGH THE AIR… getting caught by Odin! With lightning quick reflexes, Odin SLAMS Ethan into the canvas with a powerslam!

JH: Mr. High Spot just felt all 300 pounds of Odin’s strength driving him into the canvas.

CL: You gotta know better than to try flippy floppy crap on someone like Odin.

CM: What’s he supposed to do? Throw him around with a suplex? Come on!

JH: Sean still has Liam pinned down and is really taking out all his frustrations here tonight.

Enough is enough and Liam forces some control over the situation, fighting out of the mounted position by firing and elbow up into Madrox’s gut! Liam grabs Madrox by the hair and CRACKS their noggins together with a vicious headbutt! Before Liam can register it happening, Madrox goes flying backwards LANDING ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK thanks to a German suplex from Odin!

CL: Look at the power of Odin! First on Ethan now on the so-called Mr. Phenomenal.

JH: It’s gonna be hard to call this match, I can already tell. Four men vying for one championship.

CL: Not too mention you’ve got three men that don’t like each other and then Odin in there.

CM: That big freak has already wrestled one match though. He’s gonna drop like a buffalo any minute now.

Liam rolls himself out onto the apron, getting vertical just as Odin advances… getting CRACKED across the jaw with a vicious elbow strike! Liam follows it up by springboarding off the top rope AND LEVELING ODIN WITH A BIG-TIME CLOTHESLINE!

JH: A FLYING CLOTHESLINE FROM LIAM MORTELL! He’s certainly not going to lay down and let these youngsters run all over him!

CM: That’s the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen Liam do. And I still almost fell asleep! But at least it was on Odin.

The champ bounds back to his feet, rushing towards the downed Madrox and dragging him up in a waistlock. Liam tries to capitalize on Odin’s inadvertent help and THROWS Madrox over with another German suplex! No! Madrox flips out of it, landing on his feet! And gets cracked in the back by a middle kick from Ethan! Mr. High Spot hooks up Madrox and THROWS HIM OVER WITH A DOUBLE HOOK SUPLEX!

CM: Go Madrox! Ugh! Ethan! Go pick on Liam or Odin!

JH: Madrox showing some nice athleticism but you’ve gotta have eyes in the back of your head in this match.

CL: He should’ve been aware of that prior to the match. It’s a freakin’ fatal four way!

Liam tries to get the jump on Ethan, only getting taken down with a spinebuster! Ethan immediately ties up Liam’s right arm, applying a seated hammerlock while driving the point of his elbow into the shoulder joint! That tactic doesn’t last long as Odin is back up and here to stop the action. Or at least that’d be good news for Liam. Unfortunately Odin doesn’t seem to care that Liam’s weakness is being exploited. Instead, he snatches up Sean Madrox’s limp form and throws him into the turnbuckle before SQUASHING HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

JH: Big time clothesline from Odin! But Ethan is really putting the pressure on Liam here. Exposing that big target on the champ’s shoulder.

CL: You never let someone know your weak spots. And if you do, you better make damn sure you guard yourself against any attacks there.

CM: Yeah, but Liam’s stupid so…

Satisfied with that, Odin makes his way to the outside, paying no mind to the fact that Liam is trying his hardest to halt the hyperextension of his shoulder. Liam yells out as he manages to twist himself out of the hammerlock and TAKES ADAMS DOWN WITH A DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN! The two find themselves caught up in a crazy brawl with fists flying everywhere!

JH: Now where is Odin going?

CL: I’d say to get some wood.

CM: Ah! Liam’s fighting back! Stop him, Ethan!

JH: It looks like Liam’s had enough of Ethan here tonight!

Look at that crazy Odin. He just stacked two tables on top of each other. What is he planning here? Whatever it is, it can’t be good for Sean Madrox as that is who Odin is coming back in after. He lifts Madrox up to the top right and a haymaker into his jaw for good measure. Odin then follows to the second rope… but Madrox fights back! He fires an elbow into Odin’s face and then shoves him off the turnbuckle! Odin lands on his feet, catching Madrox as he attempts a hurracanrana! Madrox immediately starts throwing punches upside the head of Odin!

CL: Hurracanrana from Madrox was caught! I told you flippy floppy crap is useless against Odin.

CM: What about Liam’s lame flying clothesline that you guys marked out over?

CL: That was different. Liam isn’t completely useless outside of aerial offense.

JH: Madrox may be caught but he isn’t going down without a fight.

While that’s happening, Ethan shoves Liam away from him and scrambles to his feet. He stomps his feet on the mat and growls out in frustration over Liam’s schoolyard brawling. Liam only gets up to one knee before Ethan rushes in, SMACKING HIS KNEE OFF LIAM’S FACE! That takes Liam back down to the canvas, just as Odin runs with Madrox and THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE RIGHT THROUGH THE STACK OF TABLES AT RINGSIDE!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!

CM: YOU SON OF A BITCH! HE JUST KILLED SEAN!

Michaela jumps from the ring to check on Madrox but Odin is out there too. He pulls Michaela away and grabs Mr. Phenomenal out of the wreckage, throwing him back into the ring. Michaela yells at Odin for his actions (the pushing her away bit) and it goes completely ignored. Odin slides back into the ring and covers Madrox. Michaela slides back into the ring and does the count thing.

JH: There’s no way he’s kicking out!


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TWO!!


THREE!!!
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MA: First Elimination: Sean Madrox via pinfall!

CM: NNOOOOOOO!! NO! NO! NO!

JH: Well Sean Madrox’s dream of regaining the Fighting Spirit Championship will not become a reality here tonight.

CL: Michaela’s throwing up the X sign. This can’t be good for Madrox.

The crowd cheer this because, well Sean Madrox is a heel. What they aren’t cheering is the fact that Madrox is holding his back in pure agony once Odin relents on the pinfall. Meanwhile, Ethan Adams has lifted Liam back to a vertical base. He hooks the champ up and throwing him over with a snap suplex that DRILLS Liam’s shoulder blades into the canvas!

JH: Snap suplex to Liam Mortell. I’m worried about Sean Madrox here. He hasn’t moved since the pinfall, except to grab at his back.

CL: Legit injury. Michaela’s calling for the EMTs.

CM: That bastard! If he injured Sean Madrox, I’ll NEVER forgive him!

Ethan gets up and GETS SMACKED IN THE FACE WITH A YAKUZA KICK! Odin backs off, watching and waiting for Ethan or Liam to peel themselves off the mat. That becomes his next victim. Meanwhile, Michaela has called for EMTs, which are rushing the ringside area. Fighting through the tables laid out, the EMTs quickly check on Sean Madrox, who continues to clutch at his back. Odin gives him a single glance before exiting to the ringside area and shoving a table into the ring.

CL: Yakuza kick right between the eyes on Mr. High Spot! Odin’s taking control of this whole match.

JH: Biggest man in the ring, not a difficult task. Nor an illogical plan.

CM: You guys! Sean looks seriously hurt! Don’t you care!

The EMTs place a neck brace on Mr. Phenomenal before rolling him onto a stretcher and rushing him from the fight scene. Odin still pays it no mind, setting the table up in the center of the ring. Ethan Adams has recovered at this point, he rushes up behind Odin and KICKS HIM BETWEEN THE LEGS!

JH: I do care about Sean’s well-being but we have a match still in progress. Hopefully we’ll be updated in-- OH MY GOD! An illegal low blow by Ethan Adams!

CM: Well! Thank you Ethan for trying to make me feel better! Hehehe!

CL: Illegal move, but smart move. Odin is nearly 100 pounds heavier and almost a foot taller. If the ref doesn’t see it… well, you know how it goes.

Michaela gets back into the ring now that the EMTs have gotten Madrox out of harm’s way, left to wonder why Odin his on his knees and catering to the family jewels. Ethan, of course, shrugs his shoulders before smacking a kick off the side of Odin’s head!

JH: Oh! Like he’s going to admit to it? Come on! It’s obvious what happened!

CM: That kick upside the head was obvious…ly effective.

Ethan takes the table and drags it into the turnbuckle, leaning up against the post. He returns his attention to Odin, anxious to get the big man out of his hair. He struggles to pull him up and then even more so and get him whipped in the direction of the table. Mr. High Spot pulls it off though… only for Odin to reverse the whip! Ethan finds himself flung at the table and STOPS JUST A HAIR BEFORE SMASHING INTO IT!

CL: Ethan really drawing on all the strength he’s got here to lug Odin around.

JH: But Odin reverse! Whew. Ethan sure stopped on a dime there.

CM: More like a penny!

A flash flies across the screen just as Ethan turns around… AND SIDE-STEPS AN ONCOMING LIAM MORTELL! Ethan shoves the champ in the back, SENDING HIM HEAD FIRST THROUGH THE TABLE!

JH: JESUS CHRIST!

CM: Holy Shit! That was awesome!

JH: Liam Mortell tried to rush Ethan, but Ethan must’ve had eyes in the back of his head there!

Ethan only gets a single breath in before he runs at Odin (still suffering from the illegal tactics of Ethan)… or actually he runs past Odin! Ethan leaps to the top rope, springing backwards into a moonsault, grabbing Odin’s head as he comes through DDTING HIM INTO THE CANVAS!

CM: WOOP!

JH: A spine-shattering moonsault DDT!

CM: Arrrgghhh!

CL: What the hell? Spine-shattering?

CM: FUCK YOU!

Mr. High Spot bounds to his feet and throws his arms out to his side, taking in the admiration of the millions of fans that enjoy his amazing athletic ability. That only lasts a moment before he makes his way over to Liam and drags him from the wreckage in the corner! He slings Liam onto his back and goes for a lateral press… wait, no. He grabs up Liam’s right arm and wraps it up, reaching through and pulling upward!

JH: A key lock applied by Ethan Adams! Returning to that bad shoulder of Liam’s!

CM: Say night-night, Liam! New Fighting Spirit Champion tonight!

CL: Assuming Liam taps out, AND Ethan is then able to slay Odin.

Liam comes alive from the pain shooting through his right shoulder! Ethan grits his teeth as he forces more pressure on the joints, trying to tear Liam’s shoulder right off his body! Liam kicks his feet and struggles to reach the ropes with his left arm, all while Michaela repeatedly asks if he wants to throw in the towel.

JH: Liam is a fighter and he’s going to do everything he can to get out of this hold.

CL: Even risk re-injuring his shoulder just to keep the championship.

CM: Idiot. Just give it up!

Ethan glances around, starting to get a little panicked as Odin begins to stir on the mat. Ethan shifts his weight, throwing his legs around Liam’s waist and pulling at the tied up right arm of Liam!

CL: A waistlock applied while keeping the key lock intact. Nice modification from Ethan. You gotta respect someone who can think on their feet.

JH: Desperation is starting to settle in. He sees Odin recovering and he wants to take Liam out while he can.

CM: I don’t blame him. Liam is super annoying.

CL: You know what’s annoying? You talking like a valley girl.

Odin grabs a hold of the middle rope, using it to drag himself to his knees and shake his head clear from Ethan’s devastating DDT. Ethan gets into a panicked fury, pulling and jerking at Liam’s shoulder joint… FORCING HIM TO TAP OUT!

DING-DING

MA: Second Elimination: Liam Mortell via submission!

JH: He did it! Ethan made Liam tap out!

CL: You know what that means. One way or another, we’re going to have a new Fighting Spirit Champion!

JH: Will Ethan achieve his quest for the gold or will Odin shock the world?

CM: Come on, Ethan! You’re the only one who can save the title!

Ethan kicks Liam away from him, hurrying to his feet to try and get the jump on Odin. It works, as he nails him with a toe kick as he advances. It does little more than bring Odin down to his level, which is all Ethan needs to BLAST HIM WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! A second toe kick allows Ethan to back off the ropes and TAKE THE BIG MAN DOWN WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER!

CL: Ethan looking very impressive against a larger adversary. But he might want to pull out something bigger to keep Odin down.

JH: I agree. But other than going to the well and risking the momentum, how else does Ethan combat someone like Odin?

Adams immediately rolls from the ring and grabs up on of the tables, shoving it into the ring. He follows after and sets it up in another corner before returning his attention to the rising Odin. Ethan stalks his unsuspecting opponent, getting antsy for whatever it is he has planned.

CM: Easy. With a table!

JH: How is he gonna get Odin through a table? He already tried once and put himself in jeopardy.

Odin turns around and Ethan grabs him by the arm, giving the whip to the table a second try. It fails this time too. However, instead of reversing it, Odin keeps his feet planted firmly before dragging Ethan into a short-arm clothesline!

CL: And history repeats itself.

CM: Argh! This isn’t fair! Odin should be disqualified for being too big!

JH: Yeah, I’m sure that’s gonna happen.

Even though Ethan is completely leveled by the move, Odin doesn’t release his hold. Instead, he drags Ethan back up vertically and NAILS A SECOND SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! Again, Ethan is dragged upright for a third-- NO! Ethan ducks the clothesline! AND GETS A BACK ELBOW TO THE FACE FROM ODIN! He then shoves Ethan back first into the ropes, letting him rebound INTO A TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!

JH: Odin is really punishing Ethan here! Just big move after big move. Of course, anything Odin does just seems that much bigger due to his amazing strength.

CL: Targeting Ethan’s back is a smart move. He can’t fly around the ring if you slow him down.

CM: Not fair! Odin can’t take away Ethan’s only advantage!

JH: There’s more to Ethan than speed, Chip. He’s very resourceful in the ring. We saw that with his illegal tactics earlier.

Odin doesn’t stop there, however. He puts a huge hand on Ethan’s face and one on his stomach, bending Mr. High Spot over his knee! Michaela gets to ask Ethan if he wants to quit this time but Ethan’s no quitter… is he? No, so far he isn’t. He swings his hands wildly at Odin, trying to get out of the backstretcher maneuver but it’s to no avail.

CL: Odin’s really got the pressure on Ethan. There’s not many options for him here.

JH: Could we see a second tap out in this contest?

Ethan swings his leg up, cracking Odin upside the head! It loosens the hold for a second but Odin goes right back to it. So Ethan throws a second kick! Immediately throwing a third that knocks Odin off balance! Ethan scrambles up to his feet, beating Odin to the punch with palm strike to Odin’s nose! Ethan throws a front kick… but Odin catches it! He lifts Ethan up and RUNS HIM FULL-FORCE INTO THE TABLE!!!


NO!!! ETHAN throws a knee into Odin’s stomach. Ethan drops to the canvas-- POKES ODIN IN HIS GOOD EYE AND DRIVES ODIN’S HEAD INTO THE TABLE WITH A DDT!

CM: YES! YES!

JH: OH MY GOD!

CL: How the hell did Ethan pull that off!

Both Ethan and Odin are laid out. Odin face-first in the wooden splinters while Ethan stares up at the lights. He squeezes his eyes shut and grits his teeth as he wills himself to get back to his feet. He grabs Odin by the foot and drags his three hundred pounds out of the corner and rolls him onto his back. Ethan moves to the turnbuckle, inhaling a much-needed lungful of oxygen before climbing to the top rope.

JH: I cannot believe how Ethan avoided that collision with the table! That was pure instinct!

CL: He could be making a huge mistake now, though. Going to the top rope.

CM: Come on, Ethan. Dazzle us!

Ethan stands tall up top, gazing out over the hundreds in attendance getting their cameras ready to see something spectacular. With a single glance over his shoulder, Ethan doesn’t disappoint. He sails through the air, rotating his body in the air AND MOONSAULTS RIGHT ONTO ODIN’S FACE!

JH: A moonsault right onto Odin’s face!


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TWO!!




THREE!!!!!!




ETHAN WINS IT!!!!
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MA: Ladies and gentleman… YOUR WINNER AND NNNEEEEEWWWWWWWW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION!!!! ETHAN!!! ADDAAAAAMMMMMSSS!!!!

CM: YES! YES YES YEEEEESS!

JH: Ethan Adams has done it, folks! We have a new champion!

CL: Odin had full control until Ethan reached into his bag of tricks and surprised us all!

Ethan leaps to his feet, jumping up in celebration! Michaela brings the championship belt over to him and Ethan snatches it out of her hands! He hugs it close to his body, staring down into the shiny plate. He holds his arm out towards Michaela and commands her to raise his hand in victory… which she does.

JH: Ethan Adams has achieved his quest for the Fighting Spirit Championship! He made Liam tap out! He slew the giant!

CM: You’re damn right he did! Now THAT is someone to call a CHAMPION!

The new champion rolls from the ring and leans back against the apron with a self-satisfied smile on his face while hugging the championship belt like it’s his best friend. He then takes a stroll around the ringside area, basking in his victory… until a fan leaps over the guard rail and tackles him!

CL: Holy shit! A fan just jumped the barricade!

Security comes out of the woodwork like the secret service and drag the fan off of Ethan Adams, who scrambles back against the ring with a look of shock on his face. But the fan breaks free from the security and jumps on Ethan again, only to get pulled back off.

JH: Heh, obviously not everyone is happy to see Ethan win the championship. But up next we’ve got--

CL: That fan is fuckin’ pissed! Look at him go!

CM: Security can barely hold him back!

JH: Anything can happen when you’re live, folks. It’s why we’ve got security. Let’s move on now to--

Ethan pushes himself up and attacks the fan in a fit of rage, nailing security and the fan with wild fists! The security is torn between pulling Ethan off the fan, and pulling the fan off of Ethan! Ethan breaks free from the security and with a vicious roar tackles the fan and the horde of security holding him back!

CM: JESUS! Ethan Adams just lunged at the fan! He’s beating the shit out of him!

CL: What the fuck?! Is this mark a plant or has Ethan Adams lost it!

JH: Christ! Security now having to pull a WRESTLER off of a FAN!

Security grabs a hold of Ethan, taking all five of them to pull Ethan back! All the while Ethan is clawing at the fan! He refuses to let go, pulling the fan’s hooded sweatshirt off in the process!

CL: Look at him! He’s snapped on this fan!

JH: Wait a minute! That’s not a fan!

CM: HOLY SHIT! It’s DRAKE LOVE!

Security is finally able to pull Ethan back, thanks to the stunned look on his face halting anymore attack. Ethan’s shocked, the fans are shocked, the commentators are shocked but thankfully security uses that to their advantage and finally gets the two pull apart.

CL: He’s a plant! Where the fuck is the info on that?!

JH: There is no info! I have nothing on Drake Love being here tonight!

**All the lighting around the incredible Summer of Sin set up is diminished, which stills leaves the place quite bright due to the night sky and the eternal lights of the nearby city itself. Nevertheless, thanks to the noise of a chill wind pumped through the audio system, the effect is still gained. Static slowly starts to spread like a disease across the two giant high definition televisions flanking the entrance onto the stage.

Without warning a line of music sounds out accompanied by a few loud bangs and explosions. That line is a familiar one.**


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

**Portions of the crowd give a cheer for yet another return to FIW by the Master of the Rage, Ragin’ with Local H blaring over the sound system to accompany his entrance. He steps out onto the stage without his usual showboating, and other egotistical actions. Gone is the posing and the parade of girls that usually line up around him, and there is no place for Natalya Vladek out here tonight it would seem.

He walks solemnly down to the ring, ignoring fans close enough to get his attention and remaining fixated only upon the squared circle. Ragin’ hauls himself up onto the apron and steps through the ropes with fluid ease. He does not approach the turnbuckle or even cast his gaze out over the assembled, instead lingering in the centre of the ring, his face contorted with thought. His fingers grasp the handle of a mic a little too tightly, turning his knuckles white. Eventually the music dies down to nothing and he looks up, like a condemned man finally plucking up the courage to look at the noose hanging before him.**


Ragin’: “How fitting that we’re here, in the city of sin for this. In a city that never sleeps. In a city that provides hope and fleeting glory for those lucky enough, but endless disappointment for countless others.”

**The fans give a few small collective cheers at any mention of their hometown and this is no exception, even if they’re not quite sure if they’re being insulted or not.**

Ragin’: “You look at the names that fill this company’s roster and you can count the number of them that were here from Full Intensity Wrestling’s beginnings on one hand. I don’t expect any of you to be familiar with Homer’s Iliad, but let me relate a little story for you all.

The great hero Achilles was offered a choice after the death of his friend Patroklos, to die fighting in Troy and win everlasting fame, or to go home, and live to the end of his days without any glory. He chose the former. The simple fact of the matter is that one person cannot remain at the height of their glory for any length of time.”

**Ragin’ pauses, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.**

Ragin’: “I’ve stood in this ring before and addressed all of you about my desire to change this. I’ve seen some of the most talented wrestlers enter this company, reach the pinnacle and then slip away at the height of their popularity, afraid of their inevitable fall. Once we’re up there there’s only one way to go – straight down.

I went down, and I fought my way back up. I proved that this wasn’t some lucky streak; I wasn’t facing a crop of inferior talents, for I took on numerous different competitors. I proudly boasted I would be here until the end of days, still on the top.

But each fight has gotten a little harder, each blow I take leaves a bigger toll and over these last few years I’ve slid down the peaks to the place I am now. A man who’s tired, bruised and aging. A man whose best days are past him, despite my claims to the contrary. With every aborted attempt I’ve made to return to this company and take back what is mine and my place at the top of the tree, it’s only served to highlight the fact that those days are long past. That this was the twilight of my career in this company.

No longer does my name fill opponents with dread, no longer does a match against Ragin’ mean that the odds were against you, for I have become a shadow of myself. I wanted to return, one last shot at the big time, one last run sweeping all before me. But my focus changed, and my body rebelled.”

**In a surprise move, a small group of fans get a little Ragin’ chant going, out of respect. It starts to increase in volume just a little as a few more people join their number.**

Ragin’: “So this is me calling time. I have no desire to become another of those many figures you find throughout history; or to lower it to more modern terms, those movie and music stars who were one heralded as the best now putting out mediocrity. I have no desire to stand by the side, rolling back into this company every now and then when my health allows it and watching brighter stars shining above me, bitter and resentful.

There is no giant bang for me to go out on; this isn’t a story that I wrote. This isn’t the script I wanted, but this life. I walk gracefully into retirement, with still just about everything functioning. Rather than linger around like an bad rash, I pass the torch on to the next generation to entertain and enthral you. I merely ask one thing, that you remember the moments where I had earned my right to be as hated as I was.”

**Ragin’ allows himself a smile and a few fans oblige by throwing out some boos.**

Ragin’: “It would seem today truly ends the old era in this company, and begins a new one of sorts. All that’s left is to wonder to whom do I leave all this? My arena. My world. My legacy. My empire.”

**Ragin’ pauses once more for dramatic effect. He gives one last grin to the audience before he gives his answer.**

Ragin’: “Kratisto.”

**The mic falls from Ragin’s hands one final time, Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starting to play over the sound system. Having left them with the final words of Alexander the Great, roughly translated ‘to the strongest’, he makes his leave. The music is almost drowned out by applause for the Master of the Rage, a rare thing indeed - not seen since his departure from Slam. He raises his arm in the air as he walks away, clapping his hands together in return before exiting one last time.**
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MA: The Following Contest is Scheduled for One Fall, to a Thirty Minute Time Limit, and is for the Tag Team Championship of the WORLD!!!

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

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RISE!
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As one, the crowd LEAPS to their feet, all of them throwing 'R' signs into the air as the lights all over the arena begin to blaze and strobe maniacally to the thunder known as 'Damage Done' by Mushroomhead. Nightmare steps out onto the stage, coat drifting behind him, 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.

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

The sun hangs low in the sky, the flood lights illuminating the ring go down, allowing the two SinTrons to take us back to better days: Nagoya ROCK '04, the second band on the Saturday morning. A burly white haired drummer starts us off with an ominous rolling beat, although that is perhaps the only ominous thing about the band. One guitarist is jumping and bouncing and running up the stage, as he lets a few chords ring out over the drums, and a bassline underneath comes from a tall lady dressed too well to be on stage at a festival. A second guitarist stands away on the side, playing, and the only one seemingly not willing to infect life into proceedings. Even the singer, a ponytailed kid with a crutch seems more mobile, as he exhorts the crowd for his band's last song of a thirty minute set. A familiar song to most in attendance then, although not so for those packed into the bleachers in the desert tonight. The beat reaches its climax, and the singer shouts one single letter to the entire world...
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Back to Deadlock, the stage explodes once again as X Japan's Anthem, and the theme of Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka starts up properly. At the edge of it already, stands Mr. Blond, combing his hair as ever he did, and surveying the crowd with mocking contempt. The gig on the SinTrons continues as a familiar voice begins to belt out the song, as Mr. Blond walks to about half way.

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Kanjite Miro!
X
Sakende Miro!
X
Subete Nugisutero![/align]


CM: You know, it’s good to be as clever and stylish as I am; I brought shades. None of you were clever enough to think of that

Red Cross shaped pyro goes up over the stage in time with the chorus; and at last Daisuke appears; or at least, his chopper does. For months, he’s been looking forward to rappelling down from the rafters with a title belt at a Pay Per View, and not until too late did he realise that being outdoors, there are no rafters for Summer of Sin. Much less stealth than he was originally intending on, but still, as sand is blown into the face of everyone in a five mile radius, the man himself descends, belt in hand and in time for the second half of the chorus.

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Kanjite Miro!
X
Sakende Miro!
X
Subete Nugisutero![/align]


The solo begins and his face splits open into a grin, and holds his part of the Tag Titles in the air for all to see, as he sings along with his own theme as lights return; and Mike Anderson takes up his position in the middle of the ring, for the final introductions…

MA: The following Contest is the Triple Threat Tag Team Match, for the Tag Team Championship of the WOOOOOOOOORRRRRRLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDD!!! Introducing first, the Challengers; from Portland, Oregon and Kansas City, Missouri; at a combined weight of Five Hundred and Twenty Three Pounds; Grant Rice, Nightmare… The REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLUUUUUUUUUUUUTIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNN!!!

Nightmare strikes a pose, while Grant Rice remains in the corner, unimpressed by anything. The crowd however, are impressed, and show it, with quit a lot of noise…

MA: And their opponents, from Reading, England, by way of Maple Syrup. Canada; the team with no name; Ash Koopa, El Lumberjacko… THE TEEEEAAAAAAAAM WITH NOOOOOOOOOOOO NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!!!!

The crowd favourite have no reaction to the adulation showered upon them; they’re too busy trying to decide which of the two will start the match. Meanwhile the Champions have no such problem:

MA: And finally, the Champions, from Nagoya, Japan; by way of Darkest, Louisiana; at a combined weight of Four Hundred and Five Pounds… Daisuke Tanaka; Mister Blond… The TAAAAAAANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBATSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Peroxide Outlaw is too busy fixing his quiff to care, while the boss snaps his fingers and points at Ash Koopa.

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Who knows who won the game of Rock-Paper-Scissors; regardless of it, Ash confidently strides in clockwise circles around the Dark Bird, who merely regards him with a raised eyebrow and a rather evil grin. At a man whose stated aim is his complete evisceration, this is probably not a good idea. A bad idea to the point where Daisuke has to duck a slap aimed his face. And a second, and a third. Before the fourth, Daisuke slaps back. Ash shrugs it off, and finally lands one.

JH: You would think, after all the shit he inflicts on the rest of the world, he would be able to take a slap.

CM: Slap that face?

CL: I would.

To say Dai-chan is stunned would be an understatement. A kick is the immediate response, but in his ire, he misses and gets decked again. Thinking he’s on a whole different planet, Daisuke turns away and slaps the nearest person to him: Grant Rice, who fakes an attack in his direction, but he’s long gone. Ash goes back to his corner and tag in his own partner. The Lumberjack runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and again off the other side, and then slaps a bored looking Blondie in the face.

JH: That woke that worthless lackey up!

Yep, Blondie has to wipe the sleep from his eyes before he enters the ring against Grant Rice, tentatively trying to lock up with him, but the two types of technical wrestler they are don’t quite gel. One is a suplexy type, the other is a holdy type. An attempt at a lock up gets Blondie a slap in the face. He looks just as stunned as his boss did, although his response is quicker: a slap to Rice’s maw. The inevitable slap of a response is countered into a hammerlock, and the only Reason Grant Rice doesn’t counter this in it’s turn into a snapmare is because Blondie doesn’t want anyone anywhere near his quiff. He’s too busy tagging Ash in, whether he likes it or not. Ash does not like it. Blondie takes a roll to the rudo corner, while the two in the ring tie up, and engage in a pushing match, pushing each other, step by step in a collar & elbow tie up. The two heaviest men in the match ultimately get no-where pushing each other.

CL: So erm, where’s the blood?

JH: Who need blood when you have good, clean, honest competition?

CL & CM: … Us.

The crowd are also slightly anxious for blood, so Nightmare and Ash straighten up, and with one shared though tag in the Tanaka Zaibatsu. Both of them at the same time. JJ., who’s mind has been called away from Jaime Lee at last, judges Ash’s tag to Daisuke to have been a split second before Nightmare’s slap on Blondie’s chest. Ash can rest easy, because it was the most vehement tag out he has ever effected in his professional career. The bad guys of the piece look at each other for a second, until Blondie takes his boss’ hand, arm drags him right over the top rope, so that his heels are around Nightmare’s neck and he can ‘rana him, holding on for the first pin of the match…

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Two!!

Kick Out!!!
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CM: Nightmare kicks out? Inconceivable!

Once back his feet, Mr. James’ chop is met with The Crow’s mouth: Daisuke bites hard on his thumb and takes him back to his corner, whereupon, in a rare display of agility, Mr. Blond launches himself over the top rope, dropping an elbow onto the outstretched arm. Blondie follows this up with a tremendous exhibition of holds: wristlocks, armbars, hammerlocks, wrist-levers and… lariats?

JH: Have that, you bastard!

CM: A Nightmare Line? Inconceivable!

Blondie is down; even the spirit of Shuji Kondo can’t save him. This is because Shuji Kondo’s spirit is actually channelled by Night, who hauls him up by the ears and lariats his brains out, and his quiff off. Barely knowing where he is, the Peroxide Outlaw rolls away and holds his hand out for a friendly hand. Fortunately for him, it’s his employer’s hand. Daisuke rolls over the top rope, and kicks Nightmare in the arm. A look of irritation crosses the Prince of Pain’s face, as another kick soon joins it. And angry chop, with that hand, is ducked, and a wakigatame is soon visited upon the offending arm. At least, it would be if Daisuke were big enough to over balance Nightmare. The third Nightmare Line of the Evening follows…

CM: Normally, I fall asleep here, but while Nightmares in that arm hurty hold thing… Jumanji-gatame or something, I can just watch replays of that swanky take down that got him into that whole uhh…

CL: Predicament, dingus?

CM: That sounds about right, apart from the dingus bit…

Because the match is only to the one fall, El Lumberjacko and his trusty [invisible] axe make the save, hacking away at Daisuke’s bad knee. Surprisingly, the pain registers on Daisuke’s face, to the point where he has to roll away to take a breather on the outside to recover.

[align=center]Oh, I’m a Lumberjack and I’m ok
I sleep all night and I work all day…
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Ash leads the Pythonic chorus as his partner tags out to him. The song carries on to the part about women’s clothing, when out of sheer embarrassment, Jacko sprints over towards Daisuke [who’s still wondering why the hell his knee hurts, on the outside;] and lands on him, Tornillo style. The Blond One cannot believe this, and complains to JJ.; from the outside as he checks on the boss, but when he deigns to look up, all he sees is the 260-odd lb frame of Ash Koopa plancha suicida right on top of him.

JH: And now it’s time for the Revolution to get aboard the DIIIIIIIIIVE Train!!!

CM: Bitchen doing Godfather impressions? Inconceivable!

CL; I don’t think that word means what you think it means…

The time that it’s taken to get stereo Planchas from the Revolution, JJ.’s count has got to five, and since Daisuke and Ash are the legal men, they get thrown back into the ring. Well, Daisuke’s thrown; Ash is helped up to the top rope, where he waits for the Crow to stand up, right into a Diving Bionic Elbow. Ash Rhodes Koopa makes the pin.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Blondie Makes The Save!!!
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The only person left in the match who doesn’t want the would-be ninja to get pinned weighs into the match, although that probably applies to the entire arena; seemingly everyone in attendance are booing this move. A less than eloquent Mr. Blond gives everyone the middle finger, as is met with a Busaikuu Knee, from a certain Lumberjack Luchador. Blondie goes down like the sack of shit some would have you believe he is, while Daisuke reverses a second pinfall attempt on him:

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Grant Rice Makes The Save!!!
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Although the word ‘save’ is misleading. JJ. stops the count because the aforementioned revolutionary is busy punching Daisuke the face. Thankfully for The Crow, the only one jaw jacking left hook connects, but it does seem like more than enough, and the only thing stopping Rice following up with an Uzi is the Ash Bomber, and Mr. Blond traps Mr. Cooper in the Blondiegatame. Daisuke, groggily stands up, and then feigns unconciousness before the Unnamed Feeling can get anywhere near him. Nightmare’s own confusion is momentary, as El Lumberjacko lands on his face from the top rope with a diving seated Senton.

JH: Looks like someone never watch Hulk Hogan as a kid.

CL; I suppose in the trailer parks, you just don’t get to see Hulkamania power out of a sleeper hold or an Abdominal Stretch, every single time someone is stupid enough to try it on the hero…

Ash Koops Up, and hurls Mr. Blond across the ring; obviously far too hyped up, he High Fives Nightmare, inadvertently tagging him in. The referee decides not to inform that neither Ash nor the victim of his Bowser Buster is the legal man in the match, instead deciding to focus on the dastardly Mr. Blond, and his Knuckle Arrow/ Jaw Jackin’ Exchange with Grant Rice. Blondie protests the treatment, and gets nailed with a Koop de Grace!

JH: Good Sweet Christ! He’s going to need to see a hairdresser after that one!

CM: Sweet Zombie Jesus; how could ruin such a work of art?

CL; So neither of you are watching the Daisuke Clutch?

[align=center]One!

Two!!

2.99999999999999!!!![/align]


It seems he commentators are too busy with Ash Koopa obliterating Mr. Blond, hitting the AK-75 on the lackey, while his boss goes straight to the Jujigatame on the arm that’s been targeted all night! El Lumberjacko tries to stop it, and Grant Rice would let him, if he didn’t think his Straight Mizery would finish the match quicker!!!

JH: Holy Schnikey! This One’s Nearly Over!

CL; It’s now just a matter of who…

With Blondie destroyed on the floor, Ash prays that his partner can hold out a count of three as he goes for the pin…

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three???

DINGDINGDINGDING!!!

But Who Broke First?!?!?![/align]


CM: So what, we’ve got Three Pairs of Champions?

JH: Something happened there… Hang on a second

MA: Here are your winners, and…

Over the cheers, and the jeers, the cat-calls, the singing, and the six looks of sheer confusion [one of them caused by repeated head-drops;] Mike Anderson decides to milk the moment…

MA: And STILL Tag Team Champions of the World; Daisuke Tanaka; Mister Blond; The Tanaka ZAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIBAAAAAAA-

He never finishes. The PPV feed is interrupted by a stream of profanity from Jon Hitchen, which has to be censored, and the live audience just booes the lot of them out of the ring. Daisuke snatches his belts in a cloud of mist, and leads his discombobulated partner away to the back, as the Chorus to X is blasted over the PA once more…

JH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

CL; Ouch, hard to tell who’s taking it worse, Bitchen or the team with no name…

TTWNN are tearing their hair out at the announcement. Ash is howling about a slow count, as his partner looks on in disbelief at a glazed over Mr. Blond. Grant Rice goes over to his partner, and walks with him, disconsolately to the back of the arena, with an ice pack & some magic spray for the injured arm. Only one person in the entire state - possibly even the world - is happy with this, having strapped up in destroyed partner with his belt; Daisuke The Crow, as we cut away pulls the Ninja LUV pose one more time…

Unexpectedly “Body Hammer” hits the Fear Factory number is accompanied by a round of cheers and jeers with the cheers slightly winning out. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy make there way onto the stage. Kitten true to form is not yet in his ring gear but in blue, tight, stretch denim pants, a white dress shirt and his mask, he carries on his left shoulder the World Heavyweight Championship. Lucy is wearing one of her designer suits that she wears for big events this one a sky blue and on her right shoulder is the weapon she used to assure Kitten would make it to Summer of Sin; the Global Heavyweight Championship.

CM: What are they doing out here?

JH: Why isn't the champion already in his gear?

CL: Because he seems to always leave that until last minute.

The couple make their way down to the ring while looking at the hellish decorations. Kitten throws the belt he is carrying roughly into the ring then jumps up onto the apron. Kitten aides Lucy onto the apron lifting her with one hand. Kitten lifts lowers the middle rope and lifts the top so Lucy can step through then just holds the ropes for a moment.

JH: What's he waiting for?

CM: You follow her into the ring now freak.

Lucy stares at Kitten then speaks the camera mounted microphones are sadly out of range. Kitten speaks back to her and she just rolls her eyes. Kitten speaks again and reluctantly Lucy takes over hold the ropes apart, Kitten steps over the middle rope cautiously with hands at the ready to catch the rope if Lucy were to let it go. Lucy laughs then drops the top rope hitting Kitten in the back, the champion drops and rolls into the ring holding his back much to the crowds amusement.

JH: Does it ever boggle you how these two manage to stay together?

CM: All the time, I just can't understand how such a nice respectable and classy lady as Lucy can be with a freak like Kitten.

CL: It's not hard to understand. They are both good at what they do; fighting, managing, arguing and sex, and they are better at it together especially that last one.

CM: Yeah it that Aussie submission guy that's good at it alone even when he's not there.

JH: What?

CM: Did I say that out loud? 'Cause I meant to say, shut up Bitchen!

Kitten has gotten back off the mat and calls for a microphone while rubbing his back and a stage hand happily gives him one. Immediately Kitten looks at Lucy who has also just been handed a microphone.

Lucy: You got what you deserved.

XK: What? How did I deserve that?

Lucy: You had you're hands ready to catch the rope.

XK: Yeah, the bottom rope!

Lucy: You asked me to hold the ropes then didn't trust me to hold the ropes, you got what you deserved.

Kitten thinks about it for a moment.

XK: Okay.

Kitten picks up the World championship and slings it over his shoulder while looking out to the crowd.

XK: Are ya having Vegas?

The crowd cheer for the mention of the location, which is surprising to Kitten who obviously didn't expect that many locals in the crowd or didn't expect that many people to have enjoyed the show so far.

XK: Yeah! It's been a great night so far with the one person over coming all those other people and that other person covering three people both walking away with championships! That tag team earlier the left with the belts weren't they just... just?

Kitten looks at Lucy and she shrugs, Kitten just goes back to looking at the crowd.

XK: Who am I kidding? Tonight's been nothing but garbage thrown on top of more garbage then set on fire and I haven't watched a damn minute of it.

CM: How can that freak say the show has been garbage if he hasn't watched it?

CL: He's Xtreme Kitten.

JH: Which does explain it if you think about it...

Hitchen goes quiet before explaining how it explains it when he notices Xtreme Kitten is looking in the direction of the announce table.

XK: You done? Can I continue now?

Hitchen nods.

XK: Thank you.

Kitten goes back to looking at the crowd.

XK: Okay, now where was I before the three chatty bastards had there say which none of us heard?

Lucy: How you haven't watched any of the show.

XK: Oh right, which sadly means I may have missed everyone bashing Bill but even if they did it wouldn't matter because even if he was pissing and coughing up blood that tool would think he could take on an army.

Kitten gets a round of gears from the pro-Nightmare crowd which doesn't seem to be all of them but it's enough of them to make for a loud noise.

XK: Oh shut it! I'm not out here to debate how Bill sucks with you people. We actually have a purpose to be out here.

Lucy: We have a guest to introduce to you all.

Kitten looks down into the floor seats looking for someone

XK: No.

Kitten starts to move around the ring looking for this person.

XK: No, no, no, no, ah ha there you are; stand up, come on stand up so everyone can see you, there you go.

The camera shows an older woman then one would expect to see in the front row of the audience wearing a shirt supporting Matt Impact.

XK: Matt Impact's mother everybody, give her a round of applause.

The crowd clap lead by Kitten an Lucy

XK: Yeah she's the one you can blame for Matt Impact being a chicken shit that runs away when hit. If you want to talk to her you better do it now, because Matt's gonna be crying to her about how the bad man beat him up when it's over.

The woman yells back at Kitten again it goes uncaught.

CL: We need to get better microphones on the camera, who cares if you can here people making calls in the ring?

CM: I've never once seen anyone wrestler with a phone in hand, not even with a blue tooth hea-

XK: ARE YOU DONE?!

Again Kitten is looking at the announcers, some might have noticed Lucy watching them and tapping Kitten on the shoulder when they were talking. Chip just stares at Kitten.

XK: Thank you!

Kitten looks at the closest camera

XK: Enough of the old bird.

Kitten looks at out at the crowd.

XK: Sadly people, that's all I'm out here for, you still have a while to go before I get to make up for all the crap you had to sit through. It will be worth it though, for you at least, you get to see me be great, for everyone in the match it's wouldn't be. They have to get in the ring knowing they'll get beaten, I have to get in the ring knowing I'm going to beat them with little trouble. Luckily I haven't watched the show, so I haven't had to watch all that garbage that's not me and I can only hope Kiyoshi and Matt aren't watching because then their night will just go from bad to worse and I don't think Matt's mum can handle him crying about all the crap and getting beaten up.

There is another quick shot of Matt Impact's mother; or at least who everyone now believes is Matt Impact's mum, while Kitten and Lucy quietly leave the ring and head to the back. Kitten stops on the stage and looks back to Impact's mother.

XK: Do you have tissues? If you don't have any tissues I can have some sent out>

The camera is close enough to catch her response.

Mother Impact: I've got you tissues right here!

She yells as she flips Kitten off. Kitten smiles and walks back behind the curtain where Lucy is already.
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MA: The following triple threat contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Undisputed International Championship!

Crowd pop.

MA: Introducing first…

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

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


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

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

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

MA: One half of the challengers: from Nashville, Tennessee-- KAILLLLLEEEEE LLLAAAAANNNNNE!!!!

CM: Never get tired of this entrance.

CL: Really? Because you only say it every fucking time she comes out.

JH: What an amazing rollercoaster this woman has been on for the past few months. And if I’m being honest, despite it all, I’d be lying if I said a part of me wouldn’t be happy to watch her leave here tonight as the champion.

CL: Unfortunately I don’t see the odds in her favor. From what I can see, her emotions are in complete turmoil. It’ll be a miracle if she can keep them in check long enough to get through this match.

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

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 strobe light facing the entrance.

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

After moments when the music starts to pick up, Crackerjack moves onto the stage slowly and stands at the stages’ edge right at the stairs. Looking down to the left, Crackerjack suddenly jerks his head to the right to get a full glance in that direction. Moving forward again slowly, Crackerjack makes his way down the three steps one at a time.

MA: Also challenging: he weighs in tonight at three hundred and nineteen pounds, from the alleys of New York City-- CRRRRRAAACCCKKKKERRRRJJAAAACCKKK!!!

JH: This man… to put it lightly, is a monster.

CM: Oh, come on! That’s cold, Jonathan. How can you not feel sorry for this guy? You’re out here talking about all of Kailey’s problems. That’s nothing compared to the story that’s Crackerjack’s life!

JH: You’re right. But still, it doesn’t change my opinion. If I had it my way, Kailey would be leaving here the new Undisputed International Champion.

CL: My money’s on Crackerjack. His history with both ladies gives him a huge advantage. Unlike Kailey, I see his emotions helping him rather than hurting him.

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

In a sort of sideways fashion, Crackerjack walks down to the ring not removing his gaze from it. Of course, it’s hard to tell with the mask, but it’s safe to assume. Just as Crackerjack reaches up for the ropes, the entire arena goes black for maybe three seconds, five tops. When all lights are back on, Crackerjack stands in the middle of the ring staring back at the entranceway as the song has skipped the second verse and gone into the chorus, still standing in a half sideways manner.

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

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

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

MA: Making her way to the ring from Saitama, Japan: she is the Undisputed International Champion-- MOOOOMOOOOOKOOOOO WAKAAAARRRIIIII!!!!

JH: Now this ain’t the lady to mess with.

CM: That’s putting it lightly.

CL: I’d disagree. I think this bitch needs to have her ass handed to her.

CM: You’re just bitter ‘cuz she hates your Horrorcrap.

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.

The Truth takes the Undisputed International Championship from Momoko, holding it high for the world to see with a look of awe in their eyes. They’ll never have it so they are left to dream about it. Kailey and Crackerjack, however, may just have it before the night is over. So the Truth takes the time to show it to both of them personally before handing it over to Michael Anderson. He then calls for the bell-- err, wait. No he doesn’t. Kailey stops him and points an accusing finger at Momoko. After a moment of explanation, the Truth steps up to the defensive champion.

CM: What is going on? Now is no time to cop a feel, Truth!

CL: Highly unlikely. Who would want to cop a feel on that ugly bitch?

JH: Will you two stop bickering? For the love of God!

After a moment of arguing, Momoko is forced to allow the Truth to search her for anything… hmm, illegal. And what do we have here? Not surprising to any of us, a kitchen fork hidden within her boots.

JH: Ah-ha! And there it is.

CL: ‘Bout time someone pointed that out BEFORE a match.

CM: What?! So she likes to keep a fork on her at all times! Have you seen the silverware they have in catering? Most of it is filthy!

Momoko glares across the ring at the blonde “Barbie”, only get a smug grin in return. The Truth confiscates the weapon and passes it off to Michael Anderson, who wonders what he’s supposed to do with it. While he deals with that, the Truth finally calls for the ring bell to get this match underway.

DING-DING!

Momoko charges out of her corner, right at Kailey Lane! A stunned Kailey sidesteps at the last possible second and pushes Momoko chest-first into the turnbuckle! Momoko grabs a hold of the top rope and fires a kick back into Kailey’s midsection! This only allows Crackerjack the chance to grab Kailey in a waistlock and THROW HER OVER HIS HEAD WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!

JH: And we’re off to a fast and furious start!

CL: A prelude of things to come, I’m sure. Kailey and Momoko trying to out maneuver one another and Crackerjack just tossing them around.

CM: How could he toss Kailey around? When you get your arms around her, you shouldn’t throw her away!

While Kailey is folded in half in the ring, Crackerjack catches the oncoming Momoko with a sidewalk slam! Oh, look at that. Kailey isn’t folded up, she’s already back to her feet. She nails Crackerjack with a kick to the thigh! She throws another kick at this other thigh, before jumping up and throwing a kick upside his head!

JH: More power on display by Crackerjack! But here comes Kailey with her fancy footwork!

CL: I don’t think her kicks are going to get her far with Crackerjack though.

True that, it does little more than irritate the hulking wrestler. He reaches out and grabs Kailey by the throat. The blonde struggles with the chokehold, the Truth already giving the five count. Crackerjack uses the hold to lift Kailey up into the air with a military press! Momoko is far from impressed with his strength, throwing a kick into the back of his knee! Crackerjack stumbles forward, dropping Kailey behind himself allllllll the way down onto Momoko’s raised knee!

JH: Good God! Did you see that?!

CM: Brilliant! Momoko just manipulated that situation perfectly! Crackerjack actually assisted her into that gutbuster!

JH: Give the demon her due! She used Crackerjack’s height to her advantage in an attack on Kailey. Perfect timing on her part.

CL: Fuck that! I ain’t giving her anything!

Momoko ignores Kailey just long enough to shove Crackerjack forward, sending him out to the mats at ringside! She then returns her attention to her favorite play thing. Momoko rushes forward and socks Kailey in the ribs with a punting kick! This accomplishes the feat of getting Kailey onto her back, where Momoko goes into a mounted position, blasting Kailey in the face with a hard slap! Next, she clamps her hands around Kailey’s throat and picks up where Crackerjack left off!

JH: Ref! That’s illegal!

CM: Don’t tell him how to do his job! He doesn’t come out here and tell you how to commentate. Though, he should!

While the Truth yells at the illegal move, starting his count, Momoko screams down into Kailey’s face. What she says isn’t heard, nor is it relevant. We already know she doesn’t like Kailey. Regardless, she releases the choke just before the five count and throws another slap into Kailey’s face! This seems to just spark a fire into Kailey, who reaches up and SHOVES MOMOKO BACKWARDS!

JH: Atta girl, Kailey!

CM: *gasp* Hitchen’s cheering for a bad girl!?

JH: Over Momoko, hell yes!

Momoko scrambles back to her feet just as Kailey nips up to her feet and catches Momoko with a elbow strike that connects with Momoko’s temple! A middle kick nails Momoko in the ribs and then she finds herself dropkicked into the turnbuckle! Kailey rushes into a back elbow from Momoko! The stop sign-wielding champ charges out of the corner and DRIVES KAILEY’S FACE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A ONE-HANDED BULLDOG!

JH: Ugh! A bulldog from Momoko puts Kailey down!

CM: Never underestimate someone some like Momoko. She can wrestle in all types of matches.

CL: I’ve been watching her for how many years and haven’t seen her perform well in ANY matches!

Momoko gets back to her feet, turning RIGHT INTO A CLOTHESLINE FROM CRACKERJACK! He stops himself immediately after leveling the pink-haired demon and then drags her right back up to her feet. Effortlessly he lifts her up across his shoulders as he steps out into the center of the ring. Showing his superior strength, he swings her legs around and DROPS HER BACK-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!!!

CL: 51CENT STAMP!

JH: Crackerjack just took Momoko out of the equation for now with that move!

CL: With any luck it’s for good.

Before Crackerjack can get up from his seated position, Kailey comes out of nowhere with a flipping neckbreaker! She rolls to her feet and spins around, DROPKICING CRACKERJACK RIGHT IN THE MOUTH! She wastes no time in rushing the turnbuckle. The crowd, surprisingly, is cheering their once-favorite FIW Lady as she scales the top rope. She glances behind her to see both Momoko and Crackerjack still laid out and then SOARS OFF THE ROPES AND NAILS-- MOMOKO’S KNEES WITH A MOONSAULT!

JH: Kailey is on fire tonight! A neckbreaker into a dropkick and now she’s going up top!

CM: OUCH! Way to go, Momoko! She was just waiting for Kailey to try that!

JH: She is a master manipulator in that ring.

CL: Bitch has to get by somehow, I suppose. And talent won’t get her far.

Momoko gets back to her feet, grabbing Kailey by the hair and SLAMMING HER DOWN TO THE CANVAS ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD! Momoko immediately rains down on Kailey with a flurry of stomps… of the angry variety. A kick to the spine sets Kailey up for that infamous double-foot stomp Momoko loves so much!

CM: I love when she does that!

JH: She’s really taking it to Kailey’s midsection. The knee counter to the moonsault softened her up and that double-footed stomp isn’t gonna help matters.

She turns around to find Crackerjack getting back to his feet. He does so just in time to meet a forearm to his chest from Momoko… sure that’s all she can reach but it’s what she intended anyways! Regardless, Crackerjack no-sells the attack. So Momoko tries it again… only for Crackerjack to once again no-sell. Momoko runs off the ropes and GETS A BIG BOOT TO THE FACE!!!

JH: A big boot to Momoko!

CM: Why did she do that? She was just opening herself up for that boot!

CL: Um, she’s a dumb bitch?

Crackerjack drags her back upright and gets a thumb to his eye… or his mask but where his eyes should be. She follows it up by nailing a skull-cracking headbutt right to Crackerjack’s forehead! Both are instantly effected by Momoko throws another anyways! She jumps up and DDTS THE MONSTER INTO THE CANVAS!

JH: A huge DDT from Momoko!

CM: Ah-ha! Crackerjack had to get down to her level to get her up from that boot! She lured him in!

JH: It appears that way.

CL: But it looks like she was stupid enough to knock herself out with those headbutts.

Kailey uses the ropes to get to her feet, holding her stomach in the process. She turns to find Crackerjack laid out and Momoko also on the mat holding her forehead. Guess those headbutts effected her more than she wanted. Kailey seizes the opportunity and advances on Momoko. Just as Momoko wanted! She boots Kailey in the knee, taking her feet out from underneath her! Momoko lifts her knee up just in time to catches Kailey in the face during her fall!

JH: Good Sweet Christ! Another fake-out from Momoko!

CM: She is a goddess!

CL: If a goddess is a manipulative, no-talent bitch.

Momoko rushes back to her feet, grabbing Kailey’s leg and TORQUING IT AS SHE DROPS TO THE CANVAS! Kailey does her best to immediately put some distance between herself and Momoko, trying to rub some feeling back into her knee as she does. Momoko follows though, backing Kailey into the corner. Momoko grabs Kailey’s injured leg and wraps it around the middle rope, putting more pressure on the knee!

JH: Momoko, like a piranha, attacking that leg of Kailey!

CL: Grrr, I hate when wrestlers like her do smart things. It pisses me off!

JH: Smart, yes. But also illegal to use the ropes! This isn’t a no disqualification match!

The Truth does the five count to Momoko’s illegal actions once again, causing to release at four. But like any good heel champion, Momoko starts it all over again! Kailey grabs onto the ropes and uses her good leg to kick Momoko back! Kailey slumps the canvas, barely getting the chance to recover before Momoko rushes in with a hard kick to the stomach!

JH: Ugh! Momoko is not letting up off Kailey here. And Crackerjack has barely stirred since that devastating DDT!

CM: Momoko is awesome! Even out of her element, she’s kicking ass!

Momoko grabs Kailey’s injured leg and drags her out into the middle of the ring, STOMPING ON THE KNEE! Unfortunately for her, the punishment cannot continue as Crackerjack is back up. He throws a boot into Momoko’s midsection and flips her onto his shoulders POWERBOMBING HER INTO THE CANVAS! No! Momoko fights back with right hands to the masked face! She falls back, THROWING HIM ACROSS THE RING WITH A HURRACANRANA!

CL: POWERBOMB THAT BITCH!

JH: NO! Momoko countered with a hurracanrana! She just hurracanrana-ed a three hundred pound man!

The momentum carries Crackerjack right under the bottom rope and drops him at ringside. Lucky for Momoko, but not for Kailey. Momoko catches Kailey with a kick upside the head that grounds her yet again. She immediately folds up Kailey’s leg and sits back with a half Boston crab! Kailey screams out at the extension of her knee, reaching towards the ropes and trying to drag herself across the mat. That would work, if Momoko didn’t reach back and grabs a handful of Kailey’s hair, making a sickening U shape with Kailey’s body!

CM: Hate the boring submission but I L-O-V-E love the hair pulling! So sexy!

CL: I didn’t realize Momoko even knew what a half Boston crab was! I’ll pretend she did it on accident.

JH: Accident or not, once again an illegal action by Momoko with the hair pulling.

As Kailey screams out, the Truth is forced to do that five count thing for Momoko once again. The pink haired demon releases on five, letting Kailey slump to the canvas. Momoko talks some trash to the Truth before returning her attention to Kailey. A handful of blonde hair, she lifts Kailey’s face off the mat and throws another slap at her! That Kailey blocks! The Nashville star throws a hard haymaker and cracks Momoko upside the face!

JH: Look at that that haymakers! Carrying the heat of a summers day in Tennessee!

CL: I love watching Momoko’s head bounce like a fucking bobblehead!

CM: OUCH! Stop hitting her! That’s not sexy!

Momoko comes back with another slap, that’s blocked again! Kailey throws another haymaker and backs the champ up! Kailey keeps throwing haymakers as she gets back to her feet, backing Momoko into the ropes! Momoko throws another boot at Kailey’s knee but she catches it! Kailey scoops Momoko’s legs out from under her and drags her across the canvas! Kailey throws Momoko back with a toss, SENDING HER THROAT-FIRST ACROSS THE MIDDLE ROPE!

CL: A Tara Takedown! Right into the middle rope!

JH: That was unique but very effective!

Momoko rebounds, RIGHT INTO KAILEY’S KNEE! Kailey places a knee firmly into Momoko’s back, grabs her arms and then rolls back, jabbing both knees into Momoko’s bacK! Now it’s Momoko’s turn to be a U shape as Kailey pulls at Momoko’s arms, forcing her knees sharply into Momoko’s arched back!

CL: Now THAT’S what I like to see! A surfboard submission!

JH: The Back Stabber, aptly named! Kailey’s applying that pressure right into the spine of Momoko.

CM: Zzzzzzz…

Knowing that Momoko’s back as taken little damage thus far and that Crackerjack could recover any second, Kailey doesn’t waste much time with the maneuver. She releases Momoko but follows up with an immediate clubbing low to the back of Momoko’s neck! She grabs a hold of Momoko’s pink locks and drags her to her feet. With the illegal hold on the hair, Kailey WHIPS MOMOKO ACROSS THE RING!

JH: Good GOD! What’s that, a hairmare? She just slung Momoko across the ring.

CL: By that ugly pink hair. I’m liking Kailey more and more by the second.

She meets Momoko as she tries to get back up, throwing a knee to the champ’s midsection. Kailey drags her into the center of the ring, locking her up with a gutwrench and lifting the reigning (for now?) champion over her shoulder. Kailey grabs Momoko by the arms and lifts her up into the air GETTING LEVELED WITH A KOSAGA!

JH: Looks like it maybe Southern Cross time-- OH NO!

CL: FULLY FUCKIN’ SICK! Crackerjack just ran through them both!

JH: That collision was SICK!

CM: I hope Momoko’s okay!

CL: I don’t.

Both Kailey and Momoko are ran over by the powerhouse that is Crackerjack! He grabs Momoko first (by the throat) and charges her into the ropes. Not surprisingly she rebounds and he runs her all the way across the ring THROWING HER OVER THE TOP ROPE!

CL: WHIPCRACK! Momoko’s outta here! Thank Cthulhu!

JH: That leaves the two challengers left in the ring!

Kailey struggles to get back to her feet, Crackerjack spotting her over his shoulder. He runs in looking for a clothesline but Kailey bridges out! Crackerjack runs right past her-- LEVELING THE TRUTH WITH A BIG TIME CLOTHESLINE! Kailey gets back upright and runs at Crackerjack! He scoops her up for a sideslam but Kailey throws her legs around his neck! She twists around, grabbing his head up and DRIVING HIM DOWN WITH A DDT!

CL: And the Truth goes down!

JH: KAILEY-GOES-ROUND! The Kailey-Go-Round!

CM: NO! Momoko! GET UP!

JH: Kailey could win it right here!

Kailey wastes no time in jumping on the big man, uses both arms to hook just one of his legs!


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Oh, wait. The referee is down! Otherwise that may have just been the end of the match! Kailey realizes (like we now have) that there is no count other than the crowd counting for her. She gets off Crackerjack and goes to the Truth, trying to revive him. No such luck though. She stands in the middle of the ring, bewildered at what her next move should be.

JH: Dammit! Someone get the ref up! Get another ref down here!

CL: If Kailey can’t capitalize on this, I don’t like her chances of ever getting Crackerjack down again.

CM: Momoko! Where are you?!

Luckily Momoko makes that decision for her. Charging into the ring, Momoko swings her STOP sign wildly (and illegally but hey guess what? The ref is still down)! Kailey ducks and dodges as best she can but still takes a hard shot to the back! Momoko continues to her assault with the weapon, beating her downed opponent senseless!

JH: JESUS! Someone get that sign away from her!

CL: GARBAGE wrestler! I told you! She’s a piece of trash! She knows she can’t win without a piece of trash in her hands!

CM: Whoo! Look at her go! So fuckin’ hot!

Momoko raises the sign up, using all her strength for the final blow to take Kailey out. BUT KAILEY KICKS THE SIGN RIGHT BACK INTO MOMOKO’S FACE! Kailey jumps up, kicking the sign into Momoko’s face a second time! Now a third! Kailey runs off the ropes, ready for the big finish… AND GETS CLOCKED IN THE FACE WITH THE SIGN!

JH: YES! Fight back, Kailey-- UGH!

CL: Fuck! Looks like she’s out cold!

CM: Wait a minute. We celebrate when Kailey’s using the weapon? But complain when Momoko does?

JH: Momoko brought it into the ring! Kailey never grabbed a hold of it!

Kailey sees stars as she falls backwards, tumbling through the ropes and crashing at ringside! Momoko shakes her head clear, an evil grin on her face as her head turns almost Exorcist-style towards Crackerjack. It doesn’t really but she tries to. Instead, she just turns around and SWINGS HER SIGN FULL FORCE… for Crackerjack to catch it! He yanks the sign out of her hand and throws it aside!

CL: Nice try, bitch!

JH: Crackerjack isn’t playing Momoko’s game.

CM: No fair! The size difference! It’s… different!

Momoko runs at Crackerjack and… bumps into him! Crackerjack barely moves as Momoko tries a flying shoulder tackle! She stares at him, stunned for a moment, before Crackerjack GRABS HER UP IN A BEAR HUG!

JH: THE BONE CRACKER! Crackerjack has got Momoko locked up!

CL: Arms and all! There’s no where for her to go!

CM: NOOOOOOOOO! You bastard! That’s a hot woman!

Momoko kicks and screams and wiggles for dear life but Crackerjack has her locked up in the torturous hold! Her jerks and twists, trying to shake the fight right out of the fiery champion, squeezing the life right out of her!

CL: It’s over! Someone throw in the towel!

CM: I’ll throw in my shirt if it’ll get him to let her go!

JH: Please don’t!

The Truth, slowly but surely, makes his recovery wondering where all the birdies came from. He pulls himself back up to his feet, the screams of Momoko reminding him that he’s refereeing a match. He stumbles his way over to the action, accessing the situation in just enough time to ring the bell when Momoko gives up!

DING-DING-DING!!

MA: Here is your winner via submission… AND NEEEEEEWWW UNDISPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! CRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKEEEEEER-JJJJAAAACCCCKKKK!

CL: YES! YES! FOR THE LOVE OF CTHULHU, YES!

JH: We have a new a champion!

CM: *cries* Whhhhy?!

Crackerjack slings Momoko free, allowing the former champ to land in a heap at his feet as his music plays overhead! The Truth hurries over with the belt, thrusting it into the masked man’s hands. He stares down at the belt (or at least it seems that way as his head is angled towards it) and just stares at it. He makes a move for the Truth, who back pedals a few hundred feet (or however many he can until Crackerjack backs off).

Mr. Blonde and Daisuke hurry into the ring, excitedly congratulating Crackerjack on his dominate victory but the new champ continues to just stare at the belt, occasionally glancing around the area. Looking at Momoko? Or for Kailey? Or something else?

JH: Crackerjack doesn’t seem as enthused as I thought he might.

CL: He looks fucking confused! He knows he won, right?

CM: Pfft! And Momoko’s the dumb bitch?

CL: Yes!

Mr. Blonde and Daisuke usher their hurting comrade from the ring. Crackerjack, however, still doesn’t seem to have decided on a reaction yet. Although, Kailey has. She pulls herself back up to the apron, grimacing the sound of Crackerjack’s music playing.

Behind the scenes, we find Hellcats Championship hopeful Jaime Lee pacing in one of the many off-camera prep areas for the wrestlers. As she stares down at the sand and paces, she looks more like she’s going to a funeral than into a championship match. Not that many men would complain to see a woman show up to a funeral in a black cut-off tee, flaring skirt and fishnets. Granted, the kneepads and wrestling boots are a whole different story that depends on the man’s fetish. Regardless, it doesn’t quell Jaime uneasiness.

J.J.: Hey Jay!

She looks up as her best bud makes his way over to her, decked out in his referee attire for the evening. He puts a hand on her shoulder, looking down into her worrisome expression.

J.J.: Good luck out there.

Jaime slowly nods her head, reaching up and holding onto his forearm while giving a courtesy smile. It’s the least she can do since he went out of his way to wish her luck tonight. She takes a deep breath to try and calm her nerves, and visibly it has no effect.

J.J.: Remember what I said. React.

She looks up at him, taking another deep breath as she nods that she’s got it. The two finally pull away from their friendly hold, J.J. checking her over for any signs that she’s calming down some.

J.J.: You gonna be okay?

Jaime glances around at her surroundings, nervously entwining her fingers together while giving a nod.

Jaime: Yeah. I’m ready. Thanks J. Time to get this over with.

Jaime gives one glances towards her bud before heading off to “get this over with”. J.J. watches after her, shaking his head solemnly. What is she getting over with? This match or her friendship with Lesbiana? We can only wait and see.
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CL: Time to bleed folks.

JH: Indeed. After weeks of battling side by side, Jaime Lee and her BFF, La Lesbiana Fantastica are finally going head to head for the coveted FIW Hellcat Championship.

CM: Have you seen the ring? There’s barbed wire everywhere.

CL: No shit, Nancy Drew, it’s a Trial by Wire. The ring ropes are wrapped in it, the turnbuckles are wrapped in it, even the only ladder down there big enough to reach the belt is wrapped in the stuff.

JH: It’s a sick, twisted match…

CL: Invented by a sick and twisted lady, the Hellcat Queen, Ghost.

As the opening sirens to Hadouken’s “That Boy That Girl” hit the speakers 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!

JH: She’s been working towards this match since she joined the company, but I’m guessing she didn’t bet on becoming so close to her opponent.

CL: They’re both gonna have to suck it up and get on with it. Friendship means fuck all tonight.

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 is covered in barbed wire. She gingerly scales the razor covered buckles before finally reaching the top and throwing her arms up to the adoring crowd. She hops down, and rushes across the ring only to repeat the process so that all her fans get a good look at their favourite lucadora.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a TRIAL BY WIRE MATCH, and is for the FIW HELLCAT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, from somewhere along the Australian/Mexican border…LA LESBIANA, FAN-TAS-TICAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

As she drops back into the ring the lights come back up and the music slowly fades, and the lucahdora extraordinaire awaits the beginning of her match.

JH: Even something as simple as scaling the turnbuckles is dangerous in this match.

The drum opening of “Queen of the Night” by Kelly Clarkson beats through the speakers, igniting a flurry of strobes in pink, purple, blue, and white. Jaime skips out onto the stage to the chorus of cheers from the Las Vegas crowd. She halts at the stairs, staring towards the ring where her BFFN(Best Friend For Now?) stands awaiting the start of the match. With a deep breath, she hurries down the stairs and heads towards the ring, doing her best to stay peppy and upbeat. She flashes smiles to the fans and slaps a few hands along the way.

MA: And her opponent, making her way to the ring from Aurora, Ohio… JAAAYYYYMMMMMEEEE LLLLLEEEEEEEE!!!!!

JH: Jaime looking a little hesitant tonight.

CM: Can you blame her? She’s about to go head to head with her so called best friend in one of the most dangerous matches we put out.

She hesitates once more when she gets to the ring, this time to eye the barbed wire in place of the ropes. She breathes a little uneasy at the sight before moving up the stairs and carefully stepping through the barbed wire. She puts another smile on her face and raises her arms up for the ever-popular photo op. Another deep breath fails to settle her nerves, her eyes falling on her opponent across the ring.

CL: There’s something about peppy pop princesses getting shredded by barbed wire that gives me a warm feeling inside.

Logan Black calls both women to the centre of the ring and explains the rules, not that there are that many in a match like this. Both women nod their understanding and he waves them back into their corners. Once there, he calls for the bell…

DING, DING!!

And were off. Jaime and Lesbiana begin to circle each other, their eyes locked and their expressions incredibly serious considering who we’re talking about here. They move in for a tie up and lock arms as they jockey for position. They struggle back and forth for a few moments before Jaime gets the upper hand, spins round and Snapmares Lesbiana down to the canvas. Ms. Lee goes for a dropkick to her spine but the feisty luchadora rolls out of the way just in time. She scrambles to her feet as Jaime rolls onto her stomach and tries to push herself back up after her missed attack, but she doesn’t make much progress as Lesbiana hops onto her back and FLATTENS her back down to the canvas with a Standing Moonsault!

JH: Shades of Remy Barteaux there, and it’s good to see that both of these women are taking this match seriously.

CL: I still say they’re holding back. Snapmares and standing moonsaults? In this kind of match?

JH: It’s still very early, Conse, I’m sure you’ll get the blood you crave.

Lesbiana grabs Jaime by the leg and drags her into the centre of the ring, but Jaime kicks her BFF away! Ms Fantastica is spun around and staggers toward those barbed wire ropes, thankfully stopping herself before she barrels into them. She breaths a sigh of relief and turns back to her opponent, only to take a boot to the gut! That’s right, Jaime’s up and she hooking Lesbiana into a front chancery! She runs at the ropes, carefully leaps up onto them, runs round the turnbuckle and leaps back off, PLANTING Lesbiana into the canvas with an impressive Tornado DDT!

JH: Fantastic move there from Jaime! She did well to pull that off without slicing up her legs on those ropes.

CM: She could pull me off anyti--

JH: Don’t!

CM: Arww.

Jaime rolls back to her feet, stopping briefly to inspect the scratches the barbs left on her shiny boots. She frowns at them for a moment before turning her attention back to her opponent. Lesbiana is already pushing herself up, and finds a helping hand in her BFF. Jaime pulls the Aussie Mexican to her feet and takes her by the wrist. She looks at her with apologetic eyes, mouths the word “sorry”, and then WHIPS HER INTO THE BARBED WIRE ROPES!

CL: That’s what I’m talking ‘bout!

Lesbiana yelps in pain as the barbs rip at her back and the rope sends her springing back toward Jaime.

JH: Those ropes are lethal. The barbs try to keep you attached while the spring in the ropes tries to throw you away. Two forces acting against each other to rip your back to pieces!

Jaime makes an “ouchy” face as Lesbiana is thrown back toward her, but she doesn’t stop to make sure her friend’s ok. Instead she lifts her up into a Back Body Drop and DUMPS her back down on that shredded back!

CL: Ooh, that’s some cold shit. I love it.

Lesbiana arches her back in pain as Jaime reaches down to scoop her back up, leaving a little patch of red on the canvas where her best friend laid.

CM: Ooh, check it out. The back of Lesbiana’s top is shredded, you can see her bra strap!

JH: You’ll take any little bit of flesh you can get won’t you.

CM: Damn straight.

Jaime once again takes her friend by the wrist, and this time whips her into the corner -- NO! Lesbiana REVERSES and sends Jaime back first into the BARBED WIRE WRAPPED TURNBUCKLE!

JH: And Jaime gets her first taste of the steel!

She too lets out a painful wail as her opponent takes a moment to clutch at her torn back and grimace in the pain pumping through it. She mouths the word “FUCK!” as she fights through it and straightens her back, just in time to see Jaime Lee CHARGING toward her! She barrels into Lesbiana and forces her back into the opposite corner, sandwiching her right into the BARBS!

CL: This is great. I mean, I had my doubts, that their stupid little friendship would have them pussing out and hugging all the time but this…this is great.

JH: Neither woman is holding back here tonight. Both of them want that Hellcat title and dammit both of them deserve it.

Jaime peels herself off her friend and stagger back into the centre of the ring. She scowls in pain as her hands find the tiny cuts in her back, but she pushes it aside as she heads for the ropes and slides out of the ring…and makes a grab for one of the ladders.

CM: Now we’re talking bidness!

JH: …Bidness?

CM: …Shut up.

Jaime heaves the ladder up and gets it onto the apron of the ring before pushing it in -- NO! Lesbiana comes sliding in and BASEBALL SLIDES THE LADDER INTO JAIME’S FACE!

CL: Oooh, saw that coming.

CM: Jaime didn’t.

Jaime CRASHES into the ringside mats with the ladder landing on top of her. She clutches at her jaw, probably checking to make sure her beautifully perfect smile is still intact, but perhaps she should cast her eyes ringwards as her opponent is very carefully scaling the ropes.

JH: Oh my Lord what is she doing?

The crowd is pumping for what promises to be an awesome spot as Lesbiana very tentatively perches on the top rope. She stands herself up, stretches her arms out…and DIVES OFF WITH A SENTON BOMB TO THE LADDER COVERED JAIME!!!

CL: SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS!!!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!!!

Both woman are laid out at ringside, Jaime under the ladder, Lesbiana sprawled in top of it. Logan Black just stares out at them wide eyed from inside the ring, unsure of what he should do here.

JH: Lesbiana Fantastica crushed Jaime under the ladder, but that didn’t exactly do her any favors either.

Both women writhe around…

CM: Oooh!

…in pain…

CM: Arww.

…as the fans look on chanting “holy shit!”. Logan looks at his watch, getting a little bored with all the nothing happening wonders if he’s allowed to count them out so he can get home to watch C.O.P.S. But wait! Lesbiana is stirring. She slowly drags herself off the ladder and flops to the mats, clutching at her gut as she reaches out for the ring steps. She finds them and begins to push herself up with their help.
Meanwhile, under the ladder, Jaime Lee is starting to stir also. Very slowly she tries to push the ladder off her, but only manages to edge it away a little at a time as she too fights through the pain.

JH: We’re not long into this match and already both women have taken a hell of a lot of punishment.

Suddenly the ladder is tugged away from Jaime and clatters to the mats, courtesy of her opponent. Lesbiana scrambles over to her and reaches down to drag her back to her feet. Jaime falls forward onto her BFF who manages to hold her up and move her into position beside her. Lesbiana slides an arm round Jaime’s back and ties up their legs before SWEEPING HER BACK FIRST ONTO THE LADDER WITH A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!!!

JH: Argh! Steel meets spine!

CL: Nice move from Lesbiana. I’m impressed.

Jaime’s back arches like the St. Louis Gateway as the metal rungs sting her flesh. Lesbiana rolls to the side and slowly gets back to her feet, before glancing round the ringside area in search of something. She spots it! She staggers her way along the side of the ring, stepping over the ring steps as she makes a bee-line for the tall, barbed wire wrapped ladder.

JH: She’s going for it! That’s the ladder that’s gonna take you to the gold!

Lesbiana struggles to pick up the tallest ladder while also trying to avoid it’s thorny barbs. Back around the other side of the ring though, Jaime is getting to her feet. She takes a few moments to regather her bearings and shake away the cobwebs but quickly spots Lesbiana trying to slide the big ladder into the ring. Jaime glances around and bends down to scoop up the ladder that’s brought her so much grief these past few minutes. She slides it into the ring with relative ease, it being much smaller then Lesbiana’s and covered with barbs, and slides in after it.

CM: She’s never gonna reach that belt with that ladder.

JH: I think she knows that, Chip.

Lesbaina spots her opponent already in the ring and tries to shove her own ladder in to join her, but the barbs are proving a pain in her finely toned ass as they stick on the apron cloth and keep the ladder wedged in a see-saw like position. Jaime drags up her ladder and summons all her strength to lift it up over her head and SLAM it down on the end of Lesbiana’s! The end inside the ring SLAMS into the canvas, which means the end outside RISES INTO LASBIANA’S JAW!

CM: Ouch! That’s gonna leave a mark.

Lesbiana is thrown back to the ground, clutching at her chin as Jaime takes a moment in the ring to gather up her remaining strength.

JH: And what a show of strength from Jaime there. She dug deep for that one.

With her opponent reeling on the outside Jaime drags the tallest ladder into the ring, careful not to slice up her hands on the barbs as she begins to set it up.

JH: She’s going for it! She’s going for the gold.

She tentatively drags the ladder up and goes about setting it into position underneath the dangling title belt, though the whole process takes a little longer then it really should as the barbs catch at her hands and get caught on her clothes. This of course gives time for Lesbiana to wipe away the trickle of blood that escaped her mouth on that last impact and notice that her BFF is getting ahead of her! She scrambles to her feet and heads back to the ring where she pulls herself up on the apron. She grabs the top rope as best she can and pulls steps up onto -- NO! Jaime sprints across the ring and cuts off any move Lesbiana was about to pull by throwing a straight kick through the ropes and into the luchadora’s guts!

JH: Quick reflexes from Jaime, cutting off Lesbiana before she could pull some aerial dramatics.

Lesbiana doubles over but stands her ground, and Jaime steps out to join her on the apron. She grabs Lesbiana’s wrist and twists with round with an arm wrench! She gives it one good YANK and then SHOVES Lesbiana off the apron!

CM: Ha! She landed on her feet…oh. Nevermind.

Indeed Lesbiana did land on her feet, but that’s right where Jaime wanted her as she walks along the apron and then LEAPS OFF! She STRADLES Lesbiana and then SPINS HER INTO THE MATS with the…

JH: THAT’S SO JAIME!!!

CM: It so is you know.

JH: Jaime’s trademark hurricanrana, but this time from the apron to the unforgiving floor!

CL: Surely the trademark would belong to Undertaker if anyone.

JH: You know what I mean.

Jaime is quick to get back to her feet. She glances briefly back at her downed friend before picking herself up and sliding back into the ring.

JH: She’s going for it again!

Jaime heads to the ladder and once again begins the arduous journey to the top. Her clothes and flesh catch on the wire as she drags herself up the rungs, little yelps of pain emanating from her as she climbs.

JH: It’s one hell of a climb. Must be about 20-30 feet, slowed down by all that razor sharp barbed wire slicing at your skin.

CM: Thank you Captain States-the-obvious.

Jaime gets caught up on the barbs about half way up and takes a few moments to shake herself loose, but as she looks down she notices Lesbiana clambering into the ring! The two lock eyes and for a moment neither makes a move, but then a both burst into action! Jaime carries on up the ladder while Lesbiana darts across the ring, grabs the shorter ladder and sets it up next to the tall one!

CM: That’s not gonna reach.

CL: Granted, but I bet she can climb that ladder quicker then Jaime can climb the one wrapped in wire.

JH: Of course she can, and she’s using it to catch up to her opponent.

Lesbiana pulls herself up the ladder and manages to catch up with Jaime…who kicks out at her! Lesbiana takes the boot to her leg and wobble slightly, but she manages to keep her balance and throws a boot back at Jaime! Jaime wobbles, but steadies herself and reaches out to grab Lesbiana by the ponytail, and tries to YANK her off the ladder!

CM: Hardcore chick fight! Whoo!

Lesbiana screams in pain but manages to fight back by throwing a wild fist across Jaime’s jaw! The pop princess releases her grasp and almost falls to the canvas, only to be stopped by Lesbiana who reaches over and wraps an arm around her! She edges her way closer, entwining herself with Jaime before THROWING them both BACKWARDS OFF THE LADDER WITH A RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!!!

CM: BY THE BEARD OF ZUES!!!

JH: Russian Leg Sweep, from about TEN FEET in the air! Alllllll the way down to the canvas!

Both women CRASH into the canvas below.

JH: These women are putting their bodies on the line here tonight. You have to wonder if even their friendship can survive this.

Both women roll about in pain but it’s Lesbiana who’s the first to stir. She pulls herself around and latches onto the big ladder for support as she tries to drag herself to her feet. The barbs cut into her forearms and shred her top as she pulls herself up, but she fights through it and begins to head for the top!

JH: Lesbiana’s turn to go for gold! But has she put Jaime down for long enough?

Lesbiana drags herself up the ladder, not bothering to look back at her fallen BFF. As she approaches the halfway point she extends a leg and kicks the smaller ladder over!

CL: She’s cutting off the route she used to chase Jaime. Clever girl.

Lesbiana pushes on, but Jaime is stirring at the base of the ladder! Ms Lee glances up only to see one Fantastica ass as it climbs closer and closer to the strap suspended above.

JH: This is getting close! If Jaime’s going to do something she HAS to do it now!

Jaime shakes away the cobwebs and begins to pull herself to her feet, but is she too late!? Lesbiana reaches out! Her fingers stroke the leather strap and….and….


….and…..


…and that’s pretty much all they do as Jaime Lee takes to her feet and SHOULDER CHARGES the ladder! The whole thing, Lesbiana and all, TUMBLES DOWN and sends the luchadora FLYING over the top rope and CRASHING into the ringside mats!

JH: SO CLOSE!!!

CM: HOLY CRAP!!! Lesbiana’s down and out! She’s crashed and burned! And other cliches!

JH: it’s an open goal! Jaime has a clear path to the gold if she can just get there before Lesbiana gets back up!

Jaime glances out at her BFF lying at ringside, perhaps feeling a little bad for having dumped her out of the ring like that. Perhaps. Either way, she hauls the ladder back into position and begins to climb!

JH: Here we go again!

Jaime pushes herself, one barb wrapped rung at a time as she draws closer and closer to her prize. Lesbiana on the other hand is reeling at ringside, clutching her gut but still making no attempt to get to her feet, either because she can’t or because she has no idea how close she is to losing this thing!

CM: Lesbiana wants to be getting up right about now if she’s gonna have a hope in hell of winning this thing!

Jaime perseveres and doesn’t look back as she edges closer and closer to the strap. It’s almost within her grasp…she reaches out, fingers grazing against the leather…when Lesbiana drags herself back into the ring!

CM: This is going to be close!

Jaime wraps her hands around the strap and --- LESBIANA CHARGES INTO THE LADDER!!! The mess of steel and barbs comes CRASHING down into the ring! But there’s something missing from the wreckage. JAIME LEE!

JH: She’s swinging from the belt!

CL: If she can tug it free she’s a champ!

Lesbiana stares up in disbelief through her raggedy mask as Jaime’s legs swing back and forth above her. There’s nothing she can do but watch…as Jaime comes CRASHING BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS…






…WITH THE HELLCAT TITLE BELT IN HER HANDS!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Neither woman can scarcely believe it. Jaime sits there wide eyed, grasping the belt in both hands as Lesbiana drops to her knees in grief.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your FIRST…EVER…FIW HELLCAT CHAMPIOOOOOOON, JAIMEEEEEEEEEEEE, LEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Jaime jumps to her feet, any pain she was feeling instantly washed away by the cheers of the fans as she bounces up and down and round and round, her face plastered with a big cheesy grin…until she comes face to face with her BFF. Both women stare at each other in silence…

JH: Interesting.

CL: I’m begging one of them to pop the other in the nose.

Finally, Jaime holds out a hand for Lesbiana to shake. Lesbiana looks down at the offered palm…and takes it in hers, shaking it firmly before the two go in for a brief hug. They break pretty quickly though and Jaime goes back to celebrating while Lesbiana slips out of the ring.

JH: Well that’s good to see. I little colder then normal but at least they were civil.

CL: Well whaddya expect Hitchen? They just got through trying to tear each other apart. You don’t just hug after something like that.

Jaime tentatively climbs the turnbuckles and shows her shiny new belt off to the crowd who cheer like crazy people for their new champion, their accolades almost drowning out her signature music. Flash bulbs light up the arena as Jaime hops back down and steps out of the ring, still holding her belt high as she backs up the ramp.

JH: There she goes folks, your new Hellcat champion. And well deserved too.

Hitchen: Well, here we go with our next........

Hitchen is cut off as the lights in the arena suddenly drop, plunging all the fans into darkness.

Hitchen: Whoa, wait a minute! What's this? Technical fault?

Martin: I don't know what it is, but I'm off to grope that blonde in the second row.....

A weird, scratching sound fills the arena, gaining momentum, and getting louder, until eventually it turns into the sound of a helicopter. A video flashes up on the screen of headlights making their way along dark roads, accompanied by a strange, almost mournful howling wind sound effect.

JH: Oh! Now, we've seen this several times over the last few weeks! Could this be the mysterious individual who promised to make his appearance tonight?! Chip? Chip, where'd you go?

The aerial camera shot moves into a city, and the camera rotates around a tall building, ontop of which a man stands, his arms outstretched into the wind. There is a flash, and it shows the same figure moving about in a darkened wrestling ring, jumping from foot to foot.

JH: Well, this is certainly vague! I wonder who.....

The camera catches a breif hint of a smirk on the mysterious figures face. Several people in the crowd pop, possibly recognising the grin.

JH: Whoa, now that looked familar......

CM: I saw that! It can't be......

A single word flutters across the screen almost illegibly. It hardens, comes into focus just as the figure on the screen yanks his hood down and winks into the camera, striking his trademark cocky grin!

HUTCH

The crowd explode, and the commentators shout out as the video switches, and the audio begins to blast out [b ]Club Foot by Kasabian[/ b], accompanied by former Grand-Slam Champion Hutch delivering his signature moves!

JH: It can't be! Last we saw of Hutch he deserted FIW after losing the World Heavyweight Championship! We heard he'd been touring Japan, but....... surely not? He can't really be.........

A figure swaggers out onto the stage, arms outstretched and pauses, flinging his arms skyward, as golden pyro begins to rain down from the rafters, illuminating the young Englishman.

CM: It is! It's Hutch! Damn!

Hutch struts forward, letting out a "Whoo!", which the crowd join in with. He jumps around, pointing to various Hutch signs in the crowd. He proceeds quickly down the ramp, pausing only to slap a few fans hands........ although, he grimaces and wipes his hands on his jeans afterwards, before mouthing "Nothing personal!" to the fan.

JH: Well, his attitude certainly hasn't changed!

Club Foot continues to stretch the PA system to it's limit as Hutch springs nimbly onto the apron, and cups his hand to his eyes, searching the audience, milking the reaction for all it's worth. He steps between the ropes, and shoes the announcers out of the ring, grabbing their microphone in the process.

JH: I can't beleive this! I never thought we'd see Hutch in a FIW ring again!

Hutch stands in the centre of the ring, as his music dies, and he waits for the music to die down, listening to the ovation the fans give the cocky former World Champ. He raises the mic to his mouth several times, lowering it each time to bask in the reaction just a little bit more. The fans cheer everytime he brings the mic up to his face, so he lowers it again, enjoying the game.

JH: This is so loud! I can't hear myself announce!

Hutch raises the mic to his lips, and clears his throat somewhat pompously.

Hutch: *AHEM*......... Ladies and Gentlemen........... In case you've forgotten just who I am.......... I am the FIRST man to hold all the titles on one brand. I am the YOUNGEST FIW champion of all time. I am the Awesome One, I am the One and Only, the Epitome of Excellence........ I............ Am.................HUTCH!

The crowd pop at the slightly ego-stroking introduction, just fueling Hutch's self-appreciation.

Hutch: You know, I've been doing a lot of travelling around the world, and into various federations........ but DAMN, it feels good to be home!

The crowd pop, and Hutch blows them a kiss, saluting half-assedly to the audience.

Hutch: Cheap pop, I know, I know. But come on, it'd been too long to deprive FIW of my amazing talents! And for all the titles I've won while I've been away, there's one that I've wanted most of all. The FIW Dual Crown Championship. I've got a lot of enemies here, and......... well, not that many friends. But hey, who needs friends when you're this good looking.

Hutch puts a thumb under his chin, and sweeps his head to the side, his mouth in an "Ooooo". The crowd laugh, even though in all likelehood he was deadly serious.

Hutch: I thrive on competition, and it's been a year or two, but damn, I've only gotten finer with age. And you know me, I do the impossible.

JH: He does have a habit of doing that.

CM: Because he's annoying.

Hutch: And you'll be happy to know........ That this morning I signed a big fat FIW contract, so it's only a matter of time until I'm on top again!

Hutch glances at his watch, and then pulls a shocked face.

Hutch: Speaking of which, I'm late for a date, so I better cut this shizzle short.

Hutch tilts his head backward, holding the microphone high in the air.

Hutch: Ladies and Gentlemen........ but mainly Ladies...... The One You All Came To See..... and that's trademarked, by the way....... *wink*...... is BACK in FIW, like it or lump it, he's here to win! So how's THAT................

The crowd complete his famous catchphrase, and he mouths it along in silence with them, before laughing, and yelling out the final part......

Hutch: ............ FOR A SLICE OF FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIED GOLD!!!!

Hutch throws the microphone down onto the mat, and poses, arms outstretched, before again checking his watch, and darting out of the ring, much to the amusement of the fans. He stops at the bottom of the ramp, and yells into the air.....

Hutch: It's GOOD to be home!!!!!

Hutch confidantly swaggers up the ramp as the camera fades to black.
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JH: We’ve seen quite a few shockers and quite a few new champions be crowned, but it’s all been leading up to this folks. The main event for tonight’s show, the Roll of the Dice Three.

CL: Still can’t believe the shit Drake caused earlier.

CM: I’m more in shock about Hutch!

JH: And who could forget that chaotic Riot Match? Regardless, it’s time for Xtreme Kitten to put his titles on the line in a very unique situation.

CL: One that Kiyoshi has been victorious in.

CM: Gah, I really don’t like any one in this match.

JH: It is a nearly glorified handicap match with whoever the dice rolls having to stay in the cage at the very least until the next roll.

CL: Hey, if it gets too touch I’m sure he can get some comfort from Mother Impact. She looks like she is a big fan of his.

CM: Figures, the mother of a loser would like a freak.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the scheduled main event for Full Intensity Wrestling’s Summer of Sin Two Thousand and Seven! The General Manager has granted a one hour time limit and it is one fall to a finish. It shall be under Roll of the Dice rules and your officials are this contest is Tony Clarke and Mark Jackson. And…it is for the Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championship!


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!
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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!
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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: Introducing challenger number one, he hails from Staten Island, New York, USA and weighs in tonight at two hundred and eighty six pounds and stands at six feet and five inches…He is the man Kiyoshi Nakahata choked out like a bitch last week…HE! IS! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT IMMMMMMMMMMPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACT~!!!


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...


MA: And introducing the second challenger, he hails from Komachi City, Japan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds and stands at six feet and one inch…He is the Judo Sensei and only real threat to the champ in this match…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHHHHHIIIII NNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAATAAAAA~!!!


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

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

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

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


MA: And introducing the champion, he hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds and stands in at six feet and three inches…He is YOUR FIW Dual Crown Champion and Best.Fighter.In.The.World…HE! IS! XXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEENNNNNN~!!!


[align=center]All three men are called to the center of the ring by Tony and obey, Matt walking solemnly as Kiyoshi walks with a fiery passion. The last to reach the center is the stylish late champion, who struts his stuff for the FIW fans to some laughter and a scowl from his Japanese challenger. FIW’s senior referee goes to reach for the title belts, but XK holds up his hand and stops him from doing so as Kitten grabs each into each of his hands. The Feline Fighter holds them in front of him, as if tempting either of his challengers to try and snatch them from his grasp right this second. Unfortunately, neither takes the bait, and with a light pout XK hands the belts over and Tony holds them up for the crowd to see.

Suddenly the HDTVs spring to life with a darkened room, the only thing visible in the image is a table the camera is recording from a bird’s eye view style. A hand appears in the image as it tosses out a dice, the small squared object bouncing along the table top with ease. With each passing moment its speed drops and it starts to begin to decide the fate of this contest, the two names visible on the plastic dice. Eventually it nears the edge of the other side of the table, finally coming to a stop with a name on the dice reading…

“Matt Impact”



DING DING DING~!!![/align]


Politely Tony escorts the Impact Player out of the ring and Mark helps him into the cage, locking him in it as Xtreme Kitten and Kiyoshi Nakahata stare each other down. Kitten’s smug look still plastered underneath his mask and he takes it a step further, mockingly offering a hand shake to Kiyoshi. The White Haired Warrior looks down at the hand and his upper lip shows signs of clearing that pass soon enough…when he slaps the taste out of XK! FIW’s Feline Fighter is visibly shocked while he staggers backwards, bringing a hand to his masked face as a few fans gasp at the very angry looking Kiyoshi glaring at the champ.

CL: About god damn time! Kiyoshi’s finally had enough of Kitten’s bullshit!

CM: Hey now, this might actually be good!

JH: My word! Kiyoshi just delivered one of the hardest and loudest slaps I’ve ever seen and heard!

The right eye of the Dual Crown Champion starts twitching and the smugness from previously disappears and his visible features contort into an equally angry look. Without any warning Kitten fires off a forearm strike, only for Nakahata to grab his tree trunk sized arm! In the blink of an eye the Judo Sensei spins to turn around and flips mercilessly the Feline Fighter over his shoulder, slamming him back first hard against the mat! Out of reflex the White Haired Warrior goes for an armbar variation and swiftly Xtreme Kitten shifts his weight, placing a leg on the bottom rope to break it before it can be properly applied.

CM: Even if that was just a submission attempt, this…is kinda enjoyable!

JH: We are seeing a fire in Kiyoshi brighter and more intense than possibly ever before seen.

CL: I can only think of one match where this is close to what he showed in that one, and ironically, he’s now facing the former partner of the guy he was facing then…

Second by second the smugness starts to return to XK when he watches Clarke command the challenger away and to let go, knowing he’s willing to obey. That he does, Kiyoshi let’s go and takes a step back…only to sprint forward and drive the point of his knee into Kitten’s neck! Both men are working at a frantic pace as the champ tries to get away but Nakahata locks him in a modified front chancery and starts drilling the side of Xtreme Kitten’s neck with knee strikes! Luckily the Feline Fighter’s hand finds the middle rope, holding it with an iron grasp and screaming at Tony to get the Judo Sensei off of him immediately.

JH: I think that’s one of the first times we’ve ever seen Kiyoshi not give a clean break!

CL: It shows just how much he wants to prove his worth as a upper card guy and as a potential Dual Crown Champion!

CM: Guys…I think I like Kiyoshi again! Come here you big pissed off snowman!


[align=center]The HDTV lights up and the mysterious hand appear again rolling the dice, tossing them out and they bounce along for a few minutes. Much like before the dice soon stands still and the name is as clear as day on the screen…

“Matt Impact”
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FIW’s Honorable Yeti grudgingly stops the knee strikes and loosens the front chancery, throwing the Feline Fighter right into the ropes before backing away. As if trying to save face or perhaps it is real, either way Kitten looks rather amused by this “new” Kiyoshi Nakahata he’s facing. Kitten leans back against the ropes to give him a small spring off of them as he jogs around the ring with his challenger following suit while the fans cheer them on. Once they start to near each other again the Judo Sensei tries to go for a take down only for Xtreme Kitten to avoid it by side stepping him and sweeping Kiyoshi’s legs with a low spinning trip kick.

CL: For the first time since the start of the match the champion has the challenger down!

CM: Get up Kiyoshi!

JH: This could be just what Kitten needed.

XK nearly leaps onto his opponent to mount him and rises up his arm for a forearm strike which gets said opponent to bring up his to block the strike. To which the champ simply laughs in Nakahata’s face about and teasingly deals out a few open hand slaps to the head and arms of his foe. His laughter is cut short by the Judo Sensei rolling them over and mounting the Feline Fighter, unloading a series of hard open hand slaps to Kitten’s masked face! Desperately Xtreme Kitten tries to put up his arms to block the shots but it is too late, it takes him scurrying out from beneath the heavier man to get spared from any more!

CM: Slap that freak like he owes you money!

JH: This isn’t a good sign for the champion, seeing as this is the second match in a row where he’s seemingly fighting from behind.

CL: This time he isn’t even trying to fight like the old man.

Scarily the White Haired Warrior gets right up to his feet and zips right towards the champion who is getting back up to his feet and meets him with a lariat! Another gasp from the fans rings out when Kitten stands his ground after the lariat, all be it his legs shaking from the force. XK shakes it off and stares Nakahata down who seems unhappy with his lariat failing him, bolting to the ropes and springing off of them with a lot of force behind him. Now with all of this momentum Kiyoshi tries a second lariat to take the taller man down, only for the Feline Fighter scoop him up and drop him with a smack via spinebuster!

JH: Alright! It looks like the champ isn’t out yet!

CL: Wow, he might’ve actually derailed

CM: Crap! Don’t let this freak win Kiyoshi!


[align=center]For the third time tonight the ‘Tron features the mystery hand and the dice, shaking it in his hand a few times before tossing it. It skips a few times across the table before coming to a complete stop and landing on who gets cage duty…

“Matt Impact
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Arching his back in pain, the challenger is mostly dead weight when the Dual Crown Champion brings him back up to his feet and lifts him up into the air. Casually Kitten walks around to show off how he is carrying Kiyoshi like a baby in his arms and then drops down. The point of his knee cap lodges itself into the spinal chord of the Judo Sensei and he grits his teeth before impressively XK scoops him back up and gets to his feet. For a few more seconds the Feline Fighter carries Nakahata around like a suit case before dropping back down again, this time it is nearly a glorified neckbreaker with how high XK’s knee is.

CL: What’s this? Some actual…wrestling moves from Kitten?

CM: Guess he’s making his quota for the month.

JH: Maybe a hint of worry from the champ to resort to this? Or, maybe it is just to soften up for either of his finishing maneuvers that focus on the spine and head?

Many of the Nevada fans grimace, though small pockets of the fans in the audience call for more pendulum backbreakers from their hero. Effortlessly XK gets back to his feet and pulls his heftier foe up into position again, pointing towards him and calling for the backbreaker. Several of the fans cheer in approval and are near begging him to do it, and Xtreme Kitten takes a few steps forward and…drops Nakahata in a side walk slam! With a smug look he shakes his head at fooling the fans, some of them laughing, and some of them furious with being denied another backbreaker.

CM: Okay, I gotta give the freak props, that was pretty slick.

JH: Some of these fans didn’t take too kindly to that trick of a joke.

CL: What did they expect? He wasn’t the one known for having a hard-on over backbreakers in his former team. Kitten was the pretty one out of the two of them, hard to confuse them if you ask me.


[align=center]Like clock work the HDTVs light up and the familiar hand and familiar dice are back for another shaking and tossing. It takes a while longer, though the end result is the same with the dice landing and they read…

“Free Choice”
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It looks like the senior official is going to get Matt Impact out of the cage to give the Yeti some time to rest, however he’s stopped when some thing grabs his pant leg. He looks down to see a aching and groaning Kiyoshi Nakahata shaking his head feverishly, refusing to be taken out to the cage! Kitten frowns and gets back up to his feet, sauntering over and stomping his challenger right on the back of his head with a little extra oomph than normal. After standing over the dazed Judo Sensei for a few moments, XK pulls him up by his hair and looks like he’s ready to finish it when he gets an elbow to the midsection!

JH: Kiyoshi Nakahata is proving why he’s been called Mister Fighting Spirit!

CL: Where is he fucking getting this from?!

CM: I don’t know, but I want him to keep going!

Knocking the wind out of XK the White Haired Warrior takes advantage and fires off a flurry of forearm strikes like bomber planes dropping one atomic bomb after another. Each one rocks the Dual Crown Champion and leaves him looking worse and worse, his foundation crumbling under him more and more with every passing second. Wrapping it up Nakahata twirls his body and uses one of Xtreme Kitten’s own tricks, the spinning back fist! The Feline Fighter stumbles and looks like he is about to fall over…when he nearly knocks his challenger silly with a European uppercut to the jaw line!

CL: I don’t know who the fuck is more stubborn, the guy in the cat mask or the guy who looks like he could be ole fox face’s stunt double for Bleach.

CM: Since when did Chad have white hair?

JH: Since when did you watch anime?!

Wasting no time, the champ races to the ropes and bounces off of them, barreling back towards his challenger and looking for a certain kick. Just when he is about to execute it perfectly the Yeti ducks out of the way and goes behind, snatching a hold of XK with a dark smirk. The Judo Sensei uses his brute strength to lift all two hundred and fifty five pounds in the air and slam it back down with the White Hole Slam to a thunderous cheer! A thing of beauty it is with how easily Nakahata floats over and locks in the Dojime Sleeper on the Feline Fighter, nearly strangling the opponent!

CM: Yes! Squeeze! Squeeze~!

JH: Don’t hold your breath Chip, Kitten isn’t out yet!

CL: Yeah, and besides, look!


[align=center]Nearly no one besides Constance notices the ‘Trons have already flickered on and the hand is rolling the dice yet again. This time they almost fall off of the table they land on before coming to a halt with a recognizable name on them.

“Matt Impact”
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Regardless of some one liking Kiyoshi up there, he wrenches back on the hold and uses all his strength to try and get the feline to submit. Lucy screeches her lungs out as with each passing second the champion’s body becomes limper and limper in the arms of his challenger. Clarke circles around them nervously while the fans start clapping, trying to summon some kind of come back for the cunt they’ve come to love so much in that ring. FIW’s Judo Sensei ignores their pleads and keeps the hold synched in, not noticing the slight twitches that start to occur in XK’s body…

JH: One defense short of breaking another record, could this be the proverbial kryptonite needed to defeat him?!

CL: Haven’t we heard that a few times now?

CM: …Wait, that freak can’t be Superman. Kiyoshi isn’t bald…Besides, I thought that was Nightmare…

Squirming and wiggling, life starts to flood back into the body of the FIW Dual Crown Champion with every united clap from the audience. Nakahata’s eyes are growing to the size of baseballs as the Feline Fighter rolls them over onto his belly, and presses his hands against the mat. Similar to a push up, Xtreme Kitten starts to do the impossible and with heavy breathing gets up to a knee while still locked into the Dojime Sleeper by his challenger. Very cautiously he summons the strength to get up to another and starts to stand up when he wraps his arms around the Yeti’s head, dropping down into a modified chinbreaker!

CL: Holy shit!

CM: No! Impossible!

JH: The hold is broken! The hold is broken! Xtreme Kitten has escaped the Dojime Sleeper!

Feeling that chinbreaker, the White Haired Warrior takes a single step back…before his features contort into a blind rage and he flings his upper body back! His arms wrap tightly around the neck of the Dual Crown Champion and squeeze as he actually yells out some unkind words in Japanese! Nakahata knees XK in the back before wrapping his legs in a body scissors again and rears back as far as he can without getting his shoulders pinned to the mat. A few mummers amongst the fans break out at this sight of the Judo Sensei literally looking like he wants to snap the Feline Fighter’s neck!

CM: …I think I just had an orgasm…worst yet, over a submission.

JH: Kiyoshi Nakahata is not taking a no for a answer!

CL: It looks like he wants to fucking pop XK’s skull off of his shoulders like a fucking pimple!

Tony Clarke is trying to check on Xtreme Kitten but it is near impossible with how Kiyoshi is thrashing the cranium of Xtreme Kitten around every few seconds. Much quicker than before life is sapping out of the body of the Dual Crown Champion, and he is even yelling out in agony! Panic starts to settle in on him and his arm nearest to the ropes tries valiantly to use every bit of strength to reach even just the bottom rope to break the hold. Though these hopes are dashed when the White Haired Warrior simply rolls them over to face the other way and keeps wrenching back on the hold furiously!

JH: Xtreme Kitten’s last salivation from the hold was denied him!

CL: How the fuck is he going to get out of this?

CM: Answer? He won’t. Bigger answer? Kiyoshi’s the new champ!

Looking down right furious and a bit deranged with how disheveled his white hair is, Nakahata continues thrashing the head of his opponent. FIW’s senior referee keeps checking on the champ and much to the comfort of Lucy, he keeps refusing to submit to the hold. Xtreme Kitten tries every thing, he tries rolling over onto his stomach again, he tries rolling to the ropes, he even tries pinning Kiyoshi’s shoulders, and nothing is working! Finally, the pain is too much for him to bear any longer and he rises his hand when some thing start to happen…


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Just as Xtreme Kitten starts pounding his palm against the canvas to Lucy’s horror, he is tapping out! The White Haired Warrior releases the hold with a look of joy starting to form and wash away the rage from earlier, pointing to his arm to be raised in victory. Except, to a chorus of jeers from the fans, Tony Clarke shakes his head no and points out what the HDTV is displaying. In a matter of seconds Nakahata goes from blind rage to over flowing joy to now…depressed disbelief at what he is looking at, his submission was void, his victory meaningless, the match is continuing.

CL: Talk about a fucking rip off!

CM: You said it!

JH: While my heart goes out to him, rules are rules gentlemen.

Reluctantly FIW’s Yeti exits the ring and enters the cage as XK tries to catch his breath while Matt Impact storms into the ring. Taking full advantage, the Impact Player just starts wailing on the champion with a series of rights and lefts relentlessly to a few cheers. Quickly he adds a few stomps to the masked skull of Kitten before pulling him up and pulling him in close to him, setting him up carefully. With much less care Matt throws Xtreme Kitten backwards with the cradle backdrop driver and floats over, going for the cover!

CM: Booo!

JH: Matt Impact may have just became Dual Crown Champion with help from Kiyoshi Nakahata!


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CL: Figures, he hides out in the cage and let’s Kiyoshi do all the grunt work. Kinda like their tag team.

CM: Yeah!


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JH: Wow, that is a loud statement if there ever was one.

CL: How is that cat still going?!

Matt Impact looks in shock and checks with Tony at what just happened, arguing with him that it was at least a two count. As he does the Feline Fighter stirs and gets up to his feet, spinning the veteran around and grabbing his arm, pulling him in for the Hello Kitty Roundhouse! Yet the Impact Player doesn’t leave his feet, only stumbling about until Kitten races forward and clobbers him with the Kao Loi! As quick as a hiccup XK pulls him back up and lifts him up onto his shoulders, nailing the Cat’s Meow and going for the cover as he stares right in the cage at Nakahata!

JH: My goodness! Kitten just put together a vicious flurry of offense!

CL: Yeah, but by the looks of it, it took out of him what little he had left in his gas tank. If Matt kicks out, he might actually be screwed now.


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CM: I can’t believe I’m saying this…but…come on Matt! Kick out! I want Kiyoshi to win!

JH: As dominant as that was, I have to doubt if this would be enough to put Matt away.


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CL: Why? Kiyoshi made him look like a punk pretty well last week.

CM: Ha, ha, that’s true.


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DING DING DING~!!!
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JH: …Wow.

CL: That’s all you can really say to how much of a fuck up Matt Impact is.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winner via pin fall…AND STILL FIW Dual Crown Champion…XXXXXXXXTRRRRRREEEEEEMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEENNNNNNNNNNN~!!!

”Body Hammer” reprises over the sound system as XK let’s out a relieved sigh and slumps back down on the lifeless form of Matt Impact. Clarke drapes the belts over Kitten’s body and a smug smirk crosses under the mask as Lucy joins him in the ring. She scurries over to him and kneels down, hugging him as the fans applaud and Kiyoshi looks on from the cage seething in silent fury. Abruptly Xtreme Kitten’s music cuts out, the lighting goes out and flames BURST from the stage as the HDTVs come back to life one more time to show this…


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Whatever it means, the announcers can’t speculate nor can the wrestlers as the feed cuts out…

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