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ReVolt; 08-24-07
Topic Started: Aug 25 2007, 01:56 AM (291 Views)
Crimson Shards
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[align=center]The bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal

With the bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal

With the bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because the break
The break
THE BREAK

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

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

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

I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.
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Copyright 2007, Full Intensity Wrestling in associate with Sporkco. Studios[/align]
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Fading in from the opening, the FIW camera crew is filming within the confines of one of the locker rooms. This one resembles more of a hotel suite than an actual locker room with all of the expensive gadgets and items inside it. Sitting on the leather couch is a Japanese man, the one only previously seen from behind and he eats some finger food. Another man is also in the room, Krähe is standing near by the couch and almost looks like he is floating rather than merely standing with how his cloak whips about.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... How are your… kssshhhhhk... trip back…kssshhhhhk... home to Japan…kssshhhhhk... and how did YAMATO-sama…kssshhhhhk... enjoy the footage?... kssshhhhhk...

The sharply dressed business man looks over at the General Manager of FIW, clearly noticing how he doesn’t look like he wants to sit down.

???????: It went well, on both accounts, he seems to be very happy that I suggested this investment…

In either a sense of appreciation or understanding, the enigmatic masked man nods his head.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Very good… kssshhhhhk... it is a…kssshhhhhk... honor for…kssshhhhhk... FIW to be sponsored…kssshhhhhk... by such a... kssshhhhhk... large corporation like…kssshhhhhk… YAMATO Corp, Kitano-san… kssshhhhhk...

For the briefest of moments he turns his masked face away from the business man and half mutters under his breath.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... And no… kssshhhhhk... longer have…kssshhhhhk... to deal…kssshhhhhk... with Smarty Smark…kssshhhhhk... and Smark... kssshhhhhk... corporation as our…kssshhhhhk… lead sponsor… kssshhhhhk...

It would seem the man known as Kitano over heard partially that annoyance of the GM, looking over his way with mild curiosity. The General Manager waves him off to show it is nothing and he resumes watching whatever is on the television in this room.

Kitano: YAMATO-sama was especially impressed by the brewing rivalry between those two, the ninja and the large man. He said it brought back memories of the old days of our native wrestling promotions’ feuds and was impressed by their ability. Going as far as to say he thought they represented well what your Fighting Spirit title is about.

FIW’s every day overlord nods his head curtly and looks towards the television, his motion not so much an average turn as just gliding around.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Yes… kssshhhhhk... I’ve been…kssshhhhhk... keeping an eye…kssshhhhhk... on those two very…kssshhhhhk... closely and... kssshhhhhk... must agree with your…kssshhhhhk… boss’ sentiments… kssshhhhhk... the winner of their…kssshhhhhk... match tonight…kssshhhhhk... may very well…kssshhhhhk... be in line…kssshhhhhk... for the F-S-C…kssshhhhhk...

Nearly as curtly as the General Manager’s previous nod, Kitano nods and the two continue to watch the television in silence. Slowly the camera pans to the side to reveal the locker room’s door ajar and the shadowy figure of some one standing near the crack. Whoever was over hearing this conversation notices he or she is being filmed and disappears from the door way. With nothing else to film, the camera cuts to ringside…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our opening matchup. The following match is a Tag Team Match. Introducing first from Portland, Oregon, he is Robert Black!

As the beginnings of Doom begin to ooze through the speakers of the arena the lights quickly die down to nothing save for the quick, spaced-out flashes of white that fill the arena. Once the opening guitar strums and wheezes of audio fill the arena with still no sight or change of lighting, the camera zooms around the crowd watching as penlights, lighters and other sources of light begin to spark up from the crowd and staff attempting to break the darkness in their personal spaces – attempting to see anything below.

Drums sound and pick up the pace. As they play, white lights along both sides of the walkway slowly pop up two-by-two down the row. Once they all light, they wait in the lower position only illuminating the walkway as if waiting for something…

The sound sucks back into the speakers and then pounds back out in the form of the heavy guitars, drums and effects that create Doom by Nine Inch Nails. The lights on either side of the stage suddenly jerk up illuminating the entire walkway while two firework pyros on either side of the entrance explode setting of a chain reaction down both sides of the stage and a man emerges with amazing intensity from the curtain of the entrance. The man was Robert Black. With continued intensity he jumps and screams and interacts with the crowd as he moves down the walkway, attempting to fire them up in any way possible and the screams become so loud the music is barely heard. When he finally makes it to ringside a spotlight follows him as he works his way all the way around high-fiving, shaking the hands of and fist pounding with fans before finally climbing onto the ring edge and stepping over the top rope into the ring, where he continues his non-stop intensity as the music enters a heavy brooding rift. Now, two spotlights figure-eight the ring as he wanders looking at all the fans and climbing on each ring post and flexing. He then climbs onto a random ring rope to look out and scream a little more before moving back to center ring, taking his shirt off and throwing it out of the ring, and waiting for the match to start.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center]Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen
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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: “And his tag team partner for the match, now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!”

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

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

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


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

MA: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of Five Hundred and Twenty Three pounds, they are the Revolution!

[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.

CM: So here we go I guess. Another riveting match to get us starting for our show I guess.

CL: Say what you want, this may actually be a good match.

JH: I think that everytime one of our FIW superstars steps into the ring we are in for a treat.

CM: That is because you are a moronic mark.

In the front row a man in face paint and wearing a crimson trench coat yet again wheels in a cloaked figure sitting on a wheel chair. The bell rings to start the bout off as the excitement for the evening begins to billow up within the crowd. Ethan Adams steps to the outside and signals that Robert Black should start the match. Robert doesn’t seem to be overly happy with Adams making the choice for both of them but quickly turns his focus back into the ring. On the other side of the ring the seasoned team Revolution works together a lot more in unison as Grant Rice prepares to start the match off. Nightmare takes his place into the corner leaving the two legal men all alone with our zebra fashioned Richard Kelly. Grant dips down quickly trying to grapple the legs of Black but Black reacts quickly with cat like reflexes to leap back. With Rice down on the mat Black falls forward to lock on a Front Face Lock but he can’t lock it fast enough. Rice swims out of the hold and onto his right to stare at Black as he rises up from his knees. The two men seem to be a bit more cautious this time around as they approach the other mimicking a pair of stalking lions.

JH: Pretty even match so far.

CM: That is generally what happens right after the bell rings.

Black takes a full armed swing directed straight at the skull of the waiting Rice who is quickly able to duck under and lock on the arms of Black with a Full Nelson. Grant uses his upper body strength to raise Robert into the sky preparing to send him skyrocketing back down with a Full Nelson Slam. While being elevated into the air Black manages to wiggle free and floats down behind an off-balanced Grant. Without wasting a single moment, Black brings Rice up at a 45 degree angle before spiking the back of his neck into the canvas with a Back Suplex. Robert rolls over on top of Rice’s chest and in the process scoops up his leg for a pinfall.

[align=center]One

Two

Thre….Nightmare Breaks the count with a swift side kick to the head of Black
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Richard Kelly restrains Nightmare from getting any more active in the match and tries to force him back to his corner. Ethan Adams takes the ref’s distraction to use for his own advantage to come into the ring. Ethan begins to stomp away at a downed Rice which only infuriates his partner Nightmare who struggles with Richard Kelly in a vain attempt to help out his vulnerable friend. Unpredictably Richard Kelly sees nothing behind him and as the shining example of the fine striped employees of Full Intensity Wrestling, Richard refuses to allow Nightmare in to help his partner. Finally Nightmare uses his wily veteran knowledge to leave the ring and Black exits as well. Assuming that of course Ethan made a fair and legal tag Richard Kelly allows the match to continue with a second snag. Ethan pulls Rice up by his head locking on a front face lock before quickly whipping him back compressing Rice’s spinal cord down from the force of his own body weight. Ethan spins around to position himself at the feet of the hurt Rice. Adams tries to set him up for a Boston Crab but Rice recovers enough to attempt to fight off an over enthusiastic Ethan. The classic struggle between the two men for the possible lock of the move. The two men wiggle, squirm, maneuver, and try to adjust as much as possible to get the upperhand. This all ends when they near the Revolution corner. Nightmare effectively ends the struggle by smashing the bone into the base of Ethan’s skull from behind. Nightmare watches Ethan falls down to the mat from the Forearm Smash while still standing on the outside of the ring. Rice reaches up and Nightmare comes into the match legally for the first time.

CM: Look at that. You call that sportsmanship Hitchen!?

JH: Well Nightmare is one of the true professionals in this company.

CL: Is my pizza here yet?

As Nightmare gets into the ring Ethan scrambles away and tags in Robert Black. Black seems unhappy about this tag and demonstrates his frustration verbally towards Ethan. Nightmare ends the discussion as he does best. Robert Black barely hangs onto the top rope as edge of Nightmare’s elbow crashes down into the nose region of Black’s face. Nightmare reaches out wrapping his padded fist tightly around the throat of a stunned Robert before bringing him into the ring the hard way with a Choke Toss. Nightmare waits for Black to get up to his feet before he drops him down again a viscous Headbutt. Black stubbornly tries to stumble up again but mid-way up Nightmare twists around while dropping to a knee. His fist catches the side of Black’s jaw with a Spinning Backfist forcing Black right back down to the mat.

CL:I have heard about being hard headed but I think Black is just being a moron now. Stay down and live to fight another day.

CM: What are you talking about? This is the first part of the match I have actually enjoyed. .

JH: That’s because you are a sick bastard.

Nightmare seems bored with beating on Black as he shoves him roughly towards the corner near Ethan Adams. Nightmare tells the owner of the FSC to get into the ring but Ethan yawns as if seemingly unconcerned. This of course enrages Nightmare who storms over as if to force Ethan into the match. Adams drops down off the apron with a mocking smile towards Nightmare. Nightmare turns back to the ring and brings a battered Black up to his feet. Ethan makes a blind tag and climbs up to the turnbuckle all in one smooth motion. Nightmare of course has re-focused on Black so he is unaware of the tag. However he wants Ethan to see him hit a bone rattling suplex on Ethan’s tag team partner. The problem is that when he turns around to rub Ethan’s face in it, Ethan has already launched himself off the top turnbuckle. The Missile Dropkick catches Nightmare square in the middle of pectoral muscles and sends him sprawling. Ethan stands up with that cocky smile. That cocky smile slides right off the face of Ethan as he spots a form emerging from the curtains. Hoisting a spaded shovel over his shoulder Drake Love takes a slow stroll down towards the ring while grasping onto the wooden shaft.

JH: Oh come on now. What the hell is this psychopath doing here? We were having a fine match and now it is going to be ruined now.

CM: Hey say what you will he brings in some ratings.

CL: Normally I agree with you but I tell you even I feel uncomfortable with him around.

JH: That is because the man should be locked up in a mental institution for the rest of his life.

Ethan stares hatefully at Drake as the Milehigh Madman takes deliberate step after deliberate step towards the ring. Ethan climbs up to the second rope and leans forward screaming at Drake to get in the ring. Drake surprisingly doesn’t respond as the spittle and saliva flies towards him from the frenzied Ethan. Nightmare watches on standing behind Ethan ready to strike like a coiled cobra. When Ethan leaps back twisting into the ring, he is greeted by having Nightmare’s boot implanted into his gut. Hooking up Ethan’s arms Nightmare powers Ethan up preparing him for the ride. Down to the mat Ethan goes and he splats down as Nightmare nails The Cataclysm! Nightmare turns towards his partner and asks if he wants some. Grant smiles as Nightmare extends his hand and this brings in Grant Rice for cleanup. Grant gets into the ring and quickly snaps up Ethan’s ankle in the Straight Mizery! Ethan begins to crawl frantically towards the ropes in a attempt to break the hold but Grant has it on in a vice grip. Black tries to get into the ring but Nightmare sends him right back out flying over the top rope without any luggage. Drake bends down to stare directly into the pained eyes of Ethan who is still trying to get to the ropes. Ethan reach out with his figertips grazing the bottom rope all so close to being freed from his anguish. That is of course right before Grant pulls him back into the middle of the ring away from his salvation. Grant drops down to grapevine the leg and while doing such he places all his weight down like an anvil preventing Ethan from getting away. Finally Ethan has no choice but to tap out.

MA: Here are your winners via submission, The Revolution!

Drake stares at Ethan for a few more seconds with a ridcoulous smirk engraved on his face. Finally Drake lays the shovel down in the ring, placing it in front of Ethan’s face before he strolls off as casually as he entered.

JH: Well what the hell was that? Drake didn’t do anything. So why come down if he wasn’t going to attack?

CM: The guy may be nutter than a can of Planters but the mind games continue.

JH: Well coming up next we ha....Chip...what's that?

CM: It's called a "faggot".

CL: ...You fucking what?

JH: Don't tell me you're sticking that thing in your mouth.

Don't worry, you do not have to re-read that, what you thought he said...he said. FIW wisely (and perhaps pervertedly) gets a camera on the announcing table to see something rather different from what people expected. Chip is in fact holding a kind of meatball in his hand.

CM: Colbert Tottington gave me one. He says it's made of pork, and is a classic British peice of food.

CL: ...and it's called a fag?

CM: No, a faggot. A fag, in Britain, is a cigarette.

CL: ...They sure love fagging it up.

JH: Can I ask why Colbert gave you that?

CM: Because he wants us to talk to him right now before the match.

JH: He does?

Suddenly on the ReVoltrons comes a backstage feed of Colbert Tottington. He is sitting at a table, with a plate in front of him. On this plate is more "faggots" with peas, covered in gravy sauce. Holding the knife and fork, Colbert smiles into camera.

Colbert: Yes, Jonathan, I do.

We are then given split screen, with announcers on left, Colbert on right.

JH: Umm, well folks we are now apparantly joined by Sir Colbert Tottington.

CL: *cough* Maj *cough*

Colbert: Sorry Constance, I couldn't understand you there. I don't speak common.

CM: Hey Colbert, welcome your...highness?

Colbert: I'll accept your highness, your majesty or your holyness.

JH: So...what can we do for you Colbert?

Colbert: I think you are mistaken Jonathan. I do not need your help. I am simply honouring you by allowing you to talk to me before this match to find my next victim.

CL: Pfft victim?

Colbert: Don't say what you can't spell Constance. If I were you I'd use single syllable words.

CL: If were you I'd use that fork to stab your fucking eye...

Colbert: Pardon?

CM: Anyway, Colbert! How do you feel about this match?

Colbert: I think it's a great idea. It's like American Idol, only the winner will get something good.

JH: I assume you're refering to the title shot?

Colbert: No, the chance to get beaten by me. I assume you all saw my glorious title defence last week?

JH: You mean that one where you interupted a lower card match just so you have a very easy title defence?

Colbert: ...you misunderstood my motives, but yes, that match.

CM: Sure I saw it Colbert, I thought it was great, your best title defence yet.

Colbert: Why thank you.

JH: Best yet? But he's...

CL: Hey I've got a question, Col-Tit. Why did you have such an obsession with Xtreme Kitten's ass two weeks ago?

Colbert: I thought it would be so sore from you licking it all the time, it would be his weakest spot.

CM: Ooooh owned.

CL: Better being owned like that, than having Colbert be my owner.

Colbert: I am not Chip's owner. I merely give him treats when he does good things.

CL: *snigger*

JH: Like a dog?

Colbert: No, more like a child. How did you like your faggot?

CM: Umm I haven't eaten it yet...

Colbert: Why not?

CL: Yes Chip, why not?

CM: Because I...never got a chance...I'll eat it now.

Colbert: Oh good.

CL: Oh thank you God.

Chip looks at the meatball and gulps. He then hestitantly takes a bite out of it. His eyes widen, as he chokingly spits it out. Constance and Jonathan both start laughing, and even Colbert as a bit of a grin on his face.

CM: Oh my God! What the hell is in this?!

Colbert: Hmm mostly pig heart, liver, and entrails.

CM: Sweet baby Jesus and the orphans...

CL: Now THAT's made my day.

Colbert: So then, I'll leave you three to make with that commentating while I sit here, eat my supper and watch this match.

JH: Well thanks Colbert.

Colbert: By the way Jonathan, would you like any faggots?

JH: I've nothing against faggots, I just don't fancy them.

Colbert: Oh I've heard differently...goodbye.

The camera feed cuts off.

JH: What did he just say?

CM: Can we please act like that never happened?

CL: Why?

CM: Because if I ever think about what just went into my mouth, I think I'll throw up my own large intestine.

CL: That's also something I'd like to see...

JH: Fine Chip, if it's what you REALLY want...

CM: Thank you...
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CL: A violent match up finally!

JH: It might not actually be that…

CM: Don’t start him off, just let his thoughts be on blood, it’s better for us to actually insult the lesser brained.

CL: Insulting yourself? Congratulations, welcome to dumbass-vile.

The lyrics of Rise blare loudly over the PA signaling the smoke to billow out from the stage. The stage lights flicker in rhythm with the beat of the music and Evan comes out of the back with his arms raised high. He stands there for a moment as the smoke builds up around him. After a moment he slowly makes his way down toward the ring with a cocky smirk on his face.

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You won’t get the best of me
You won’t take the best of me
You will watch it as it all falls down
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MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall! and is a falls count anywhere match for the Flycore title contendership! First hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds!… EVANNNNNN ALLLEEXXXAANNNDDDEERRR!!!!

Evan gets down to the ring and looks around a bit soaking in the reaction of the crowd. He finally grabs a hold of the middle rope and pulls himself up onto on the ring apron with his one arm. Standing at the edge, Evan takes his time before slowly stepping into the ring. Evan removes his jacket and leaps up to the middle turnbuckle. Simply standing there smirking at the crowd Evan seems to be enjoying his simple stay within the ring.

[align=center]
Hey you
Stand the fuck up and rise
I’m not afraid
Hey you
Stand the fuck up and rise
I’m not afraid
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The lyrics start to die down over the PA as Evan drops down preparing for his upcoming match.

JH: The latest newcomer to FIW.

CM: Wow, the excitement…

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.

MA: And! His opponent hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds… SSSHHHAAAUUNNN WWWIILLLSSSOOONNNN!!!!!

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 then raises both arms in the air. He jumps down and snatches off his hoodie tossing it out of the ring as he stretches.

CM: The legend himself, looking to make it big, after everyone stops him.

JH: Nobody stops him but his poor attitude, so there.

CL: Yeah! I mean like I give a fuck… But yeah!

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

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

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

MA: And! His opponent hailing from The Grave and weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds… PPPHHHYYYLLLIIIISSS BBBAAATTHHOOORRYYY!!!!!

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

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

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

Phylis runs up the ropes...

-the screen bursts into flames-

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

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

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

JH: After having his problems with Graver, Phyllis has a chance of proving his status once again.

CL: Of being a Graver whipping boy, not much to prove really, Chip’s a pro after all.

CM: Am not, so shut up..

As all three already entered opponent’s stand in the ring, they seem to be awaiting for Daisuke’s entry when Logan Black, sees out of the corner of his eye some boo’s coming from the crowd, indeed Daisuke is sneaking toward the ring, so Logan simply calls for the bell and it sounds. As it does Evan seems to be quick out of the block, attacking Phyllis with a kick, but soon is stopped by Shaun who pushes him away, in doing so the surprise and sneaky Daisuke has slipped over the ring barricade and into the outside, holding a chair, as Evan moves back into the ropes, he’s WAILED! By the chair, making him reel forward toward Shaun…

JH: Hey! Where he come from!

CL: Your mom’s womb? I don’t know do I, but I like the moves.

CM: Conse, nothing’s that disgraceful.

JH: Hey! Watch your mouth!

…Evan reels forward right into Shaun’s clutches as he grabs Evan in a double underhook suplex, then takes him over with force before rolling through and wrenching in a butterfly lock, the pain seems unbearable as Daisuke climbs in to watch Evan taps out!

MA: First eliminated! Via tap out!… EVANNNNNN ALLLEEXXXAANNNDDDEERRR!!!!

Shaun releases him as he rolls from the ring, as Logan signals to Michael he’s out, Daisuke begins to climb in the ring with a satisfied smile on his face…

JH: That‘s a shame…

CL: No, it’s a bitch, like him, good riddance.

As Daisuke stands though, Shaun and him look toward Phyllis who is standing too his feet, they both seem to have the same plan as they walk over to him and begin to double team him with a mixture of strikes. But that’s soon stopped as Daisuke aim’s a palm strike at Shaun, this is blocked though as Shaun then boots him in the gut and throws him from the ring, in doing so leaving Phyllis and himself in the ring, but not for long as Phyllis stands up near the ropes, Shaun backs up and charges cross bodying himself and Phyllis to the outside…

CM: See, the NEW Shaun dominates all.

JH: By attacking those who are already down.

CL: It’s only goth boy, so it’s all good, as long as he uses a weapon I’m not going to argue.

As the pair seem to land, Shaun seems to gain balance quickly via using the ropes and stands, looking down toward the fallen Phyllis, he grins as he grabs a chair from the timekeepers table and seems to stalk the fallen Phyllis. As Phyllis begins to slowly stand though, Shaun sets up the chair and moves closer to Phyllis, who turns coming into Shaun’s clutches, turning him and lifting him into a fireman’s carry, he then moves toward the chair before throwing him forward, chest/stomach first right onto the chair, in a chair assisted gut buster in doing so Phyllis comes back up holding his gut, Shaun grins as he runs and NAILS! Him with a big boot before the fans boo him as he grins widely…

JH: Dare I say it, Shaun’s seemingly very dominant in this match.

CM: He should have ducked, literally, but he’s clueless to that.

Shaun doesn’t even seem to bother with a pin attempt though, turning toward the now standing Daisuke, he makes his way over toward him, but as he does, Daisuke’s ready for it and comes quickly forward with a palm thrust right to Shaun’s head, before a knee to the gut, then a kick to the chest, making Shaun reel backwards into the ring apron. Not even caring there’s a chair behind him, he then grabs Shaun by the waist and seemingly aims for a Saito suplex! But as he goes over, Shaun flips to his feet, landing beside the chair, as Daisuke then turns and looks, both don’t even see that in fact Phyllis is on the ring apron! He runs and DIVES onto the pair taking both down with a cannonball lunge!

CL: *Shaking his head* Who told this kid he could fly?

JH: His trainer probably, the boy is…

CL: Trying to make me hate him more? He has succeeded

As the three seem down currently, Logan comes over and checks on them all, Phyllis seemingly first to his feet indeed climbs to his feet as he watches Shaun get up next, he looks at the chair and seems ready to pounce! But as he moves closer, Shaun has seen it and quickly grabs him! And then takes him over RIGHT onto the chair with a modified T-Bone suplex, the impact seemingly sending chills down the crowd’s back as Phyllis clutches his back in agony, Shaun just kneels in pride, but not for long as Daisuke quickly pops his head up, playing dead seemingly and sprays black mist into Shaun’s face!

JH: Where did he come from?

CM: The ground, it’s known as stealth.

CL: Or cheating, but hey, a wins a win.

As Shaun backs off from the mist covering his face, he seems really frustrated by it, as he doesn’t even realize he’s on one knee, which makes Daisuke grin as he backs off, he then charges at the kneeling Shaun, kips off the knee and NAILS! Him with as shining wizard that’s he keeps and flows straight into a triangle hold! In doing so he wrenches away too, really giving the hold a strong showing, so much so Shaun has no choice but to tap out!

JH: Shining Wizard into a triangle choke, dare I say it beautifully done.

CM: He tapped out? He has a good reason to I suspect.

CL: Daisuke made his ass tap?

Daisuke releases the clutch as Logan signals Shaun tapped out, in doing so he watches Daisuke release the hold and then Logan Guide’s Shaun toward some staff, who guide him back, as he can’t see, Daisuke turns toward Phyllis who is climbing to his feet…

MA: Second to be eliminated! Via tap out!… SHHHAAAAUUUNNN WWWIIILLLSSSOOONNNN!!!!

Phyllis still seems in agony with his back as he looks towards the fans, Daisuke himself looks set to stalk him, looking to end it quickly now it’s him vs. Phyllis, one-on-one. But as Daisuke seems to stalk him, Phyllis quickly turns to grab Disuse and aim a strike! But Daisuke seems it coming and ducks under, grabbing Phyllis from behind, as he does he seems to go for a German suplex! But no Phyllis reverses landing on his feet, as he does he charges at Daisuke and grabs him in a school boy, quickly rolling him up, doing so with good timing as Logan Black is back!

JH: A array of reversals! but a roll up!

CM: No… wait!

CL: If he wins… I’ll… slap Chip.

Logan drops down to make the count!

[align=center]ONE![/align]

CL: *Raises hand*

[align=center]TWO![/align]

CL: *Places hand by Chip‘s head*

[align=center]THREE![/align]

CL: *Slaps Chip* Ass.

CM: Ow!

Phyllis releases the roll-up and rolls to his feet quickly, moving away from a annoyed looking Daisuke quick as possible, moving to the entrance way, Phyllis extends his hands and seems to pose as he grins widely…A smile forming over the painted features of the man wearing a crimson trench coat in the front row.

MA: And your winner! Via pinfall! And NEWWWW Flycore championship number one contender!!! PPPHHHYYYLLLLLLIIISSS BBBAAATTTHHHOOORRYYYY!!!!

…Phyllis disappears backstage quickly, literally sprinting up the entrance way as Daisuke seems highly pissed off, but soon the camera switches to the commentary desk, leaving the match to end peacefully.

JH: Phyllis again proves the odds wrong.

CM: Yeah, yeah, next match?


We take a break from the grappling and man sweat for a moment to head backstage and invade the privacy of one of your favourite wrestlers, La Lesbiana Fantastica. We appear to be in the arena canteen, which itself is pretty empty, which is probably something to do with the fact that there’s a show going on right now. In fact, shouldn’t she be getting ready for her match or something? She sits at one of the many tables, eyes cast down into a bowl of noodles which she solemnly pokes at with a pair of chopsticks. Something weighs heavy on her masked mind, so much so that she fails to notice another person stroll up to the opposite side of the table.

???: This seat taken?

Lesbiana glances up as if woken from a dream world. Her eyes find the figure of a rather attractive, mocha skinned young woman holding a tray of canteen edibles. Our masked heroine nods and notions towards one of the seats with her chopsticks.

Lesbiana: Go for it.

Taking little notice of her eating companion, Lesbiana casts her gaze back down into her bowl and reassumes her prodding.

???: Thanks. Hey shouldn’t you be getting ready for your match or something?

It’s only now that the Mexicaussie notices the English accent flowing from the mystery woman’s lips. She places her eating utensils down on the table top and looks up with a suspicious glare.

Lesbiana: Did Megan send you?

???: Megan?

Lesbiana: Ghost. White hair, pale skin, humble yet supple breasts.

The woman arches an eyebrow at the masked wrestler, baffled by the accusation.

???: No, luv, ya girlfriend didn’t send me.

Lesbiana: HA! Then how do you know she’s my girlfriend.

???: ‘Cos I work here. I saw you making out in the lift earlier. While I was in it. It was kinda uncomfortable.

Lesbiana: Oh.

Lesbiana’s defensive stance softens, though she still airs on the side of paranoia.

Lesbiana: So you’re not one of Ghost’s limey spies, checking up on me to make sure I’m training and junk.

The woman chuckles and shakes her head as she holds out a hands for Lesbiana to shake.

???: No I’m not, luv. Name’s Jack, I’m on the production staff.

She takes the hand and shakes it, though still seems a little confused.

Lesbiana: Jack?

Jack: It’s short for Jackie.

Lesbiana: Oh. Well hi.

With the intros out of the way, both women get back to their food. Jack digs in to some kind of lasagna, while Lesbiana returns to prodding her noodles for any sign of life. It’s not long before the silence is broken once again, and once again it’s Jack that does the breaking.

Jack: If you don’t mind me saying, you’re looking pretty down.

Lesbiana shrugs, not confirming Jack’s assessment but not denying it either.

Jack: I mean I get why, but you shouldn’t take it out on the noodles.

She tries to break the mood with a little humour, but it only succeeds in riling Lesbiana. She lets the wooden sticks clang against the side of the bowl as she once again shifts her attention on her new friend.

Lesbiana: You get it? I really doubt that, sweetheart. What exactly do you get?

A little taken back by the tone of Lesbiana’s response, Jack humbly tries to defend her point of view.

Jack: I just mean…well you’re stuck. In the middle. I mean on one side you’ve got Ghost, who I’m sure only wants the best for you but let’s face it, she’s pretty much obsessed with you winning the Hellcat title. She’s pushing you and pushing you, and trying to drive a wedge between you and Jaime. And that’s the other side, your best mate has the very title you came to this fed for. Your girlfriend wants you to kick her arse, and your torn, which has affected your in ring performance, which means you keep getting upstaged by your best mate. Even when you team together who gets the winning pin? She does. Which only reinforces your girlfriend’s position of driving you apart. It’s a vicious cyclone and you’re getting dragged down into it. And this is none of my business, I’ll shut up now and let you…prod, your noodles.

Lesbiana: No, no…

Lesbiana stares at Jackie for a moment, completely transfixed, almost hypnotized by her rambling, as if every single word rang an alarm bell of truth inside that masked melon of hers.

Lesbiana: You’re right.

She continues to stare at the young woman as she processes all of this information, only for her train of thought to be derailed by a stage hand.

Stage Hand: Ms. Fantastica, your match is after this one. We need you to get ready.

She breaks her stare and nods at the stage hand before pushing her noodles away and standing up. It’s only now that something else catches her attention. The entire canteen is empty. Every table, every chair, except for the ones occupied by her and Jack. Which begs the question…

Lesbiana: Hey, why did you sit at my table when you could have sat anywhere.

Jack: ‘Cos I fancy you dumbarse.

She smirks and turns back to her food, nonchalantly digging into it with her knife and fork as Lesbiana cracks a smile and heads off to get ready.
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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: The following contest is a ladders are legal match! Making his way to the ring, from Citadel of Asgard Fallls, 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.
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: And his opponent! From Detroit, Michigan... EXTREEEEEEME NINJAAAAAA NUMBERRRRRR TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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.

[align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING![/align]

JH: We've got ladders littered around the ring and two athletes who respect each other just ready and waiting to bloody their knuckles!

CL: No, that's what the fans have. And Chip and I. You have genital warts.

CM: Seriously, use the medicated cream or they NEVER clear up. Trust me.

On that strange note, Odin and Ninja circle each other in the ring. Shockingly, the man in white and black face paint in the front row gets up, leaving his wheel chair bound friend there. The larger man appears to be trying to estimate a way to throw Ninja off-guard and overcome his speed with a ruse, while the smaller is eyeing a hole in Odin's defenses. Odin charges forward finally, feinting a running polish hammer to follow into a high boot, but Ninja ignores both and slides out of the ring instead.

CL: And Extreme Ninja is quick to show his cowardice.

JH: I don't think it's cowardice, Constance. I think Ninja's going for the ladders on the outside... something I'd assume you were hoping for in this match.

CL: Seeing two fan huggers who also happen to be talented athletes beat each other to death with ladders? Yeah, OK. I'm game.

Ninja does indeed fetch a ladder (one of the longer ones) and props it up at an angle against the top rope. Odin looks quizzically at Ninja as he grabs a smaller stepladder and charges up the propped ladder, aiming to crack Odin in the face! Odin, not being a tard, backs the hell out of the way. Ninja, of course, expected this, and leaps OFF the end of the angled ladder and tosses the stepladder into Odin's hands, DROPSAULTING it square into his teeth as he catches it!

JH: STUNNING stepladder dropsault from Extreme Ninja #2!

CM: And the God of Rock is looking... well, like shit.

CL: Wow, Chip. Your insults are lacking a bit today. Is it the gravity of this potentially FSC-contendership match, or did you just forget to do your requisite 20 ounces of blow today?

CM: Eh, 50/50.

Ninja sets up the stepladder over Odin's huge, rolling body and hops up onto it, performing a moonsault that SQUASHES Odin's abs into the mat!

JH: Spectacular moonsault!

CM: That was pretty nifty. With the stepladder and all.

CL: Bah. Bah I say!

Ninja is in the process of hefting Odin's massive thigh as The Truth slides into place.

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!


NO!!![/align]

Odin shoulders up and Ninja slaps the mat. He slides back outside and tosses a new ladder under the ropes (one of the standard-size ladders this time), followed by a slightly smaller ladder between the standard and the step in size. Odin gets to his feet and looks at the two ladders, deciding to go on the offense and set one up in the middle of the ring, choosing the larger of the two. Ninja scurries up to the top turnbuckle and poises himself, stopping to scribble something on his board. Odin finally takes a look around for the plucky Ninja, only to find him SAIIIILING his way from the near turnbuckle, sign raised and reading "FLYING FENRIR KICK!!!!" Ninja COLLIDES with Odin, putting his boots to Odin's temple with a missile dropkick! However, Odin gets his hands up and catches Ninja around the waist, FORCING him into the mat as the two fall!

JH: Hell of a move on both ends, there. You've got to wonder who's worse for wear; Ninja or Odin?

CM: Odin took a shot to the brains and Ninja just had the air knocked out of him. I'd say they're both pretty bad off.

It's Odin who ends up getting to his feet first, to a small cheer of approval from his fans. He pulls Ninja upward and headbutts him in the mush as the Extreme one struggles to break free. Odin follows through with two more strong headbutts before lifting the Ninja up in a scoop.

JH: Odin could be going for a high-impact scoop slam here, or... oh!

Nope, no scoop slam. Instead Odin flattens Ninja against the set ladder, locking his feet betwixt the rungs so that he's hanging in the tree of woe.

CL: OK, PLEASE tell me what I think is coming IS actually coming, and I'll enjoy this match a millionfold.

Odin runs against the ropes to get some momentum up, then stops and hops into the air, BLISTERING BOTH BOOTHEELS AGAINST NINJA'S MASKED FACE!!!

JH: BLOOD ON THE YGGDRASILL!!! BLOOD ON THE YGGDRASILL ON THE DAMN LADDER!!!

CL: YES!!! This match just got a whole lot more watchable!

Ninja flops on the ladder for a moment, holding his face and trying to break free. He finally gets his toes loose and drops shoulders-first into the ground.

JH: That's a sick angle for Ninja to land at... I hope he didn't dislocate anything in his neck.

CL: Hitchen, how often do you say that and how often are you wrong?

JH: ... most of the time.

CL: Then... maybe... STOP SAYING IT?

Odin is looking at the tall ladder with wonder and decides to haul the Extreme Ninja up it. He bludgeons him about the face a few times before ascending the ladder, Ninja over his shoulder, one rung at a time.

JH: I'd hate to see what Odin is planning to do from the top of that ladder.

CL: I wouldn't. Looks awesome.

Odin finally reaches the top when Ninja stirs. He realizes his predicament and latches a chancerie around Odin's head!

JH: Ninja is looking for some sort of DDT off the top of that ladder!

Odin latches a fist around Ninja's neck, and attempts to pry him off!

CL: And Odin's looking for the Ragnarök!

The two struggle against one another, the ladder teetering precariously when suddenly from the back bursts Drake Love!

JH: ... what's he doing here?

CM: Are you kidding!? He's here to cement his place as the FSC contender! You saw him overhear what Krahe said!

Drake charges into the ring and shoulder-blocks the ladder, sending it toppling backward! Ninja and Odin both go CRASHING into the mat, though both men forget they were trying to win a match and manage to save themselves admirably.

JH: Drake Love has just ruined this match! Ring the damn bell!

The bell guy doesn't seem to hear Hitchen's plea as Drake takes down the ladder and holds it horizontally, just DYING for them to rise. Odin and Ninja indeed do get to their feet, and Drake charges them BOTH with the ladder! However both men have better reflexes, Ninja hopping over the ropes and Odin rolling backward out of the ring. Drake hits nothing and sets the ladder down, grinning at the two. Ninja and Odin look at each other as the bell guy seems to catch on that something illegal is happening and rings the damn bell.

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

MA: This match has been ruled a NO-CONTEST!!

JH: Well that just sucks!

CM: Nope. It's smart! Drake just eliminated his two biggest threats!

JH: They're not eliminated! As far as anyone's concerned, I'm betting he just pissed them off!

Our view suddenly switches to the back, where Graver is talking on a cell phone. How the homeless are able to come by these devices is unknown. We appear to have caught him mid-conversation, and it's fairly evident he doesn't know we're here, as his finger is in one ear and he's not facing the camera. So, he continues his important talk.

Graver: Yeah, everything's going according to plan. They're getting right in line... mmm hmm... mmm hmm... well, I've got a match against Kiyoshi and Elrick... I'm tagged with Crackerjack. Concerned? No, not really. I mean, come on. I have Crackerjack on my side. I don't care what that self-proclaimed yeti brings to the ring; Crackerjack and I more than make up for it.

Graver stops talking for a long piece, nodding a few times as the person on the other end is speaking in tones we can't quite hear.

Graver: He's facing Jaime Lee, that Hellcat. ... ... ... ... I don't know. Other than her former infatuation with Kenny I haven't really been watching her. She's not exactly on the radar. It's not like she threatens my rise to the top.

Graver turns around and notices the camera with its little red light. He looks livid, but the expression fades to complete shock at what's said on the other line.

Graver: That's... interesting. Very. Very. Interesting.

It doesn't take long for him to recall that our camera is still watching, and he becomes irritated again.

Graver: Hey, I gotta go. Some fool with a lens has decided he wants to snoop. Hmm. Keep an eye on that main event...

The Reject of Rejects hangs up the phone and sneers at the cameraman as he encroaches before everything goes dark.

[align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align]
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The camera slowly pans around the ring as workers finish dumping sand into the ring lining most corners with various beach balls some heavier than others.

JH: Well, this is it.

CL: Bikinis, bikinis, and more bikinis.

CM: Are those flip-flops?

CL: You damn right. And these, these I use in case the match gets to hot and bright.

JH: Sunglasses.

Ding! Ding!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the Deadly Beach Ball Battle Royale match in which the winner will earn a shot at Jaime Lee’s Hellcat Championship!

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!

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


CL: What is that, a sarong?

JH: What’s a sarong?

CL: Nothing, what’s sarong with you?

JH: Whatever, it’s covering up the lower half of her yellow bikini.

CL: Laugh, IT’S FUNNY!!!

[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. [/align]

CM: Hey, she’s not even wearing a bikini!

CL: What? That dog won’t hunt mon senior.

JH: Actually, she is dressed for a day at the beach.

CL: I suppose if you look hard enough you can see her orangie red bikini top under her shirt.

JH: That’s the spirit! Just stare under her shirt and you see it.

The low piano music starts up as lights in the arena slowly die down. Suddenly, with the skipping effect, lights come back on with reds and pinks all around. A small silhouette appears behind a white curtain dancing slowly to the heavy, and trancing beat.

[align=center]You woke up this morning
All the love has gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.
[/align]

The curtain drops down to the concrete ground as Roxie turns towards the crowd and lets out a smile. Taking her time going down the steps, Roxie continues to the ring stepping on the beat with both feet, with a hair difference. Once at the ring, Roxie grabs a hold of the bottom rope and lets it guide her to the corner to round the ring. Now on the other side, Roxie lifts her right leg and rests it on the apron.

MA: From New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty--

Roxie struggles to get the other foot up, and instead crashes down outside the ring due to lack of balance as Anderson looks on.

[align=center]You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked into town.
[/align]

MA: Uh...One hundred and twenty three pounds, ROXIEEEE GALANOOOOCHIEEEEE!!!

Roxie quickly scampers back to her feet and rolls into the ring instead. Instead of ending on some grand dancing note, Roxie just waves slightly to the crowd still a little embarrassed.

CM: Is she going to fall every time she enters the ring?

CL: Probably. At least she isn’t covering her bikini.

JH: Nothing too special about it. Just a red and white number, looks like it was made recently too.

CM: Well she just started so you can’t blame her for not having enough to buy one.

CL: She’s a fucking stripper! You’d think she could wear something that she uses on stage! Like that pin glittery thing she had going on last night.

JH: What were you doing at a stripclub? Wait, never mind. Stupid question.

CL: I was boning up on the contenders.

JH: You realize that two of the girls in this match are lesbians with girlfriends, right?

CL: Then it’s easier to get into a three way, hello?

The musical jingles familiar to Kill Bill fans of Quincy Jones' "Ironside” 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: From Saitama, Japan, she weighs in at one hundred and twenty five pounds; she is MOMOKOOOOOO WAKARIIIII!!!!

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.

JH: Well here’s someone you’d have hard time “boning up on”, if she would even let you get close to her.

CL: Well I tried. I called her up and she wouldn’t pick up so I left it at that.

CM: Apparently, her purple one piece is kinda like what girls would wear during their gym classes in Japan.

CL: Yea, that’s why I can’t wait to go back.

JH: They’re schoolgirls!

CL: What? They were? Well, too late to change now.

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

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


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

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

MA: And from Nashville Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds, KAILEYEEEEEEEE LANEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

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

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

JH: So we have three mid carders, one lower card, and a upper card. This match is not only having people from different backgrounds and origins, but levels as well. Should be interesting.

CL: Finally! A thong! Yes, I knew if I prayed long and hard enough there’d be one. And a black one at that.

CM: I think we’d have a riot on our hands if none of the ladies came out in one. I think that’s what most were kind of half expecting.

CL: Now that all the ladies are here, let’s start this blood bath.

JH: I still can’t believe you’re wearing that getup.

CL: What? They said it was a beach party.

CM: Damn, I forgot my snorkel.

CL: Just carve a hole in Hitchens head and blow him. You’ll get the same effect.

Momoko somewhat waddles over towards Lesbiana, mainly because the sand is refraining any short range running from any of the girls. While the two of them slowly make their way over to each other, Kailey Lane grabs hold of Roxie from behind and pushes her face first into the sand. Bouncing a little upon impact, spots on Roxie’s pink lips turn light brown from the sand. Suddenly, and without warning, Zesboca does the dastardly act of kicking sand in her face. Letting out an over the top yawn, the man in face paint and wearing a crimson trench coat rolls his eyes.

CL: Oh, well that’s not right.

JH: Were you a victim of beach bullies as well, Loire?

CL: No. What’s with all this walking? If they’re going to be approaching each other slowly, they might as well put a little bounce in their step.

CM: Still wish I had remembered my snorkel.

As Roxie rolls onto her back gasping and coughing out sand, Zesboca straddles on top of her and grabs a fistful of sand. Smiling, Zesboca dives her hand palm first into Roxie’s face grinding the sand across it. Roxie twists her head from side to side hoping for someone to come save her. But with both Lesbiana and Kailey double teaming Momoko in the corner, Roxie is helpless against Zesboca’s bullying tactics. Just to make matters worse, Zesboca manages to get Roxies arms on the inside of her legs to make her even more helpless to her sandy assault. Roxie’s coughing eventually grabs hold of Lane’s attention as she turns around quickly while Lesbiana works on Momoko in the corner. Lesbian looks over her shoulder as well when she notices that Kailey isn’t aiding in the assault any longer. This seems enough for Momoko to exit the corner with a high kick using the ropes as a balance in her sudden vault. Lesbiana doesn’t fall, instead she stumbles backwards covering the spot where she was kicked. Momoko now dives towards Lesbiana from the bottom rope taking her down hard with a spear of sorts. Lesbiana lands down hard upon her back as Momoko slowly starts to rise up pulling a beachball towards her. Kailey looks away from the wreckage of the two hellcats when she hears a low plea of help coming from Roxie. Kailey turns around and takes a few steps towards the two. Zesboca looks and finds Kailey approaching them but grows more freaked out when a beach ball is thrown over Lane’s head sudeenly. Kailey attempts to rip the ball off but fails as Momoko takes one of the previous ball occupants and wraps it around the plastic remnants.

JH: Is she…?

CL: Hold on, I can’t get a good view with these—

JH: Will you just take those damn glasses off already?

CM: Hey, isn’t that barbwire?

JH: Yes, and Momoko is wrapping it all around the damn beach ball, which might I remind you, is wrapped around Kailey’s face!

CM: Is she suffocating?

JH: Well, gee, what do you think?

CM: Seriously? I’m…kind of turned on.

CL: Hey, I can see it now. Wow, she’s even got her arm wrapped up in there as well? Now that’s skill.

JH: Glad you guys are enjoying it. I must say, it’s like something out of Picasso or whatever…WILL YOU GUYS GET SERIOUS?

Kailey stumbles around blind trying to tear the beach ball from over her face but only manages to grab more barbwire in the process. Zesboca, no longer fearing that her actions will go interrupted, smiles as she looks back down at Roxie. Roxie quickly rolls to the side sending Zesboca crashing into the sand rolling a little. Using her forearm, Roxie wipes some of the sand from her face and begins to crawl forwards. Near the middle of the ring, Zesboca rises to her feet and shoves Kailey down out of her way. Kailey falls right next to the rising Lesbiana who decides to help Lane even against her competitive judgment. Momoko stays in the corner rummaging through a hollowed ball looking for something she knows she’ll enjoy using. Zesboca continues trailing the crawling Roxie to the other corner down the line from Momoko.

CL: Um…how come there’s no action going on right now? We’ve got one girl preparing, another stalking, and one…helping another? That’s a new low and I won’t stand for it!

JH: Just…put your sunglasses back on.

Roxie continues on crawling until she feels something hard. Slapping it, Roxie smiles as she has found one of the rocks painted as a beach ball. Looking over her shoulder, she spots that Zesboca is just a few feet away now stopped in anticipation for what Roxie is about to do. Roxie, still with hands on the rock, rises to her feet and smiles towards Zesboca as she twists her body grabbing hold of the rock!

JH: Uhhh…

In the ring, all is silent as Roxie holds onto the rock which still remains in its previous state. Zesboca slowly starts out laughing as Momoko looks up from her ball shaking her head in disgust. Even Lesbiana and Lane look on feeling embarrassed for Roxie. Zesboca stops laughing and continues on towards Roxie who grabs hold of another ball and tosses it at her. All hopes of this attack are lost as Zesboca bats the actual beach ball away into the front rows of the crowd. As it comes into contact with the crowd, they begin batting it amongst themselves. Zesboca pushes Roxie against the ropes and with both hands begins to choke her out. Momoko, still in the corner, pulls out an object that seems a little bizarre to be in a match like this.

CM: My snorkel!

CL: What?

CM: I knew I put it somewhere for safekeeping!

Momoko shrugs as she tosses it out of the ring and onto the sand pile below. Eventually, she comes across something that she had made specifically sure would make it into the match. Pushing the hollowed out ball to the outside of the ring Momoko holds her stapler high. Suddenly, she senses an arm come into close contact towards her and with quick reflexes shoot a staple into it. Lesbiana pulls her arm back holding it in pain as Kailey wraps the wire over her already injured hand.

CL: Well, it’s not like it isn’t going to matter if it gets even more injured!

Taking a full swing towards the pink haired goth, Kailey manages to scrape the cheek in two separate lines. But it’s an attack that Momoko quickly turns into her favour as she grabs hold of Lane’s hand and pulls it forward. Twisting her body around, Momoko positions herself beside Kailey and overlayers her elbow to keep Lane’s hand her own. The need for her hand back mixed with a fear of what Wakari plans to do brings Lane into performing more of a savage style in freeing it as opposed to a well planned technical assault. This fight proves unsuccessful however as two staples penetrate her skin keeping the barbwire in place before Kailey is able to take her hand back.

JH: Ouch. Momoko just stapled the barbwire that Kailey was wearing right into her hand.

But that wasn’t the only sense of damage caused in that struggle as witnessed by the side rib area of Momoko. Several cuts and openings dotted by spots of red. Momoko places her free hand on her side and looks to both girls who have felt the wraith of her stapler. Roxie eventually gains the upper hand in her own little struggle pushing Zesboca away a few inches. With a straight kick to her gut, Zesboca is bent forward and ready to receive Roxie’s next move. Using the ropes for balance, Roxie plants one leg over the back of Zesboca. Pulling down with all her force, Roxie gets her low enough to step onto her using her other foot. Now with both feet on, Roxie releases the rope and slides her one leg back. While leaning forward, this task becomes easier as she pushes both feet into Zesboca. Vaulting off of her now, Roxie smashes Zesbocas face into the rock that she was trying to use earlier. Zesboca bounces off the impact but still lands on the rock as Roxie realizes her grave miscalculation. The vault that she has created sends her over the ropes before she goes fully over, she manages to grab a hold of them to land safely on the apron. Roxie lets out a sigh of relief as she goes back into the ring. Though as soon as she does, she is pushed through the middle and top rope by Momoko. Roxie falls to the outside with no hope of stopping or slowing her fall. Therefore, she crash lands hard on the sandy floor outside. Once again, Roxie has sand in her mouth.

JH: Ouch. Everyone is bleeding in the match save Roxie.

CL: Well, she’s at least the one who’s eaten the most sand in this match.

JH: That’s true.

With a low grin, Momoko crawls under the ropes and stands up on the apron before she flies off crashing both feet on the back of Roxie’s head scraping her face across the sand while using the rest of her body as a cushion for her fall.

CL: Wonder if she’s bleeding now.

Momoko takes a handful of Roxie’s blonde locks and pulls her head up with just enough room to fully ram her face back down into the sand rubbing it around a little.

JH: I swear Roxie is really going to have a taste for sand when this thing is over. I’m surprised Michaela has allowed so much to happen here.

CM: I like sand. Especially on those hot days.

Inside the ring, Zesboca slowly starts to stir rising up from the rock she was using as a pillow. Her mouth and nose bleeding, Zesboca checks almost instantly to see just how much. Feeling that her hand is starting to become more blood than flesh, Zesboca continues rising up to her feet. When she does, she is instantly met by a sudden and hard shot from Kailey using her barbwire fist. A special weapon she has apparently decided to keep for the time being. The shot sends Zesboca between the ropes landing on top of Momoko. The two of them lay in a heap on top of Roxie. The ring now seems almost empty except for Lesbiana and Kailey. Also in the ring is Michaela, who after referring such a war only expects things to pick up even more in the coming moments. Both girls ready to charge as Michaela catches a quick glimpse of something coming at her. First instinct takes over as she bats the colourful ball away. This action, however, sends the beach ball that was flying through the crowd earlier to come in front of Lesbiana stopping her suddenly.

JH: Not exactly what you’d expect to stop you in mid run.

CL: Great, and they were probably gonna do it all slow and everything.

This causes as enough of a distraction for Lane to plough through Lesbiana with a sudden spear. Lesbiana falls down hard onto the sand as Kailey stands up and kicks the ball aside with such force that it ends up in the front row again. Though fans had to really lean over the barricade to catch it, it is back in the audience camp flying overhead once again. Only this time it has come into contact with one more competitor and the referee. Though not signed, it stills gives some fans the satisfaction that they too are placing their hands on something that the very competitors they are watching laid hands on as well. Plus, let’s face it, they’re having fun as well.

CM: Whan sha ball gron get her?

CL: Take that damn snorkel off or I’m ripping it off along with whatever pounds of hair I can grab as well.

Kailey ready to continue her work, dives her body down on top of Lesbiana driving her barbwire drenched forearm onto her face. Cutting and scraping it across Lesbiana’s forehead, Kailey manages to rip open portions of the mask and in doing so starts cutting away at her opponents flesh. Lane continues to grind the metal into Lesbiana’s skull pushing down harder and harder with each stroke. Finally, Fantastica manages to grab hold of some barbwire and pulls hard bringing one of the staples out with it. Kailey pushes away from Lesbiana and checks on her already bloodied and mutilated arm to see just how much damage Lesbiana has done. The top of her arm where the staple was isn’t nearly as bad as the bottom portion of her wrist where the barbwire meshed into when Lesbiana pulled. Kailey now looks up back towards Lesbiana who stands holding onto one end of the wire. Glaring towards Lane, Lesbiana now begins wrapping the wire around her own forearm.

JH: So let me get this straight; Momoko, Zesboca, and Roxie are on the outside possibly knocked from competition, the ref is allowing everything and anything to happen, and now we have two girls ready to rip each other to shreds with barbwire wrapped around their wrists?

CL: Great, isn’t it?

JH: Ensuing massacre is more like it.

Menedez watches on as both girls begin swinging at each other with simple hooks, wild shots, and fast backhands. Each girl though doesn’t seem to get hit as they narrowly dodge each swing. It seems that all eyes are on the two girls so much so that they fail to notice Momoko sitting on top of Zesboca crossing her leg over her other. Keeping her foot as a lock, Momoko pulls up on the bottom leg as Zesboca begins to scream out. This gathers the attention of the fans as they watch Zesboca struggle to pull a hollow beach ball towards her. Eventually, she reaches into it and quickly slaps Momoko across the back of her right shoulder blade. Even Momoko squeals in pain as Zesboca pushes her off.

CL: Are those thumbtacks in her back?

JH: Looks like it. Well, that’s certainly one way to break a hold.

Momoko begins to crawl forward to escape further punishment of this style but is caught by Zesboca who pulls her back by her pink hair. With a mighty haul, Zesboca tosses Momoko into the rising Roxie before barking out some orders. Roxie slowly nods as she lifts Momoko up to her feet front to back.

JH: What the hell is going on? Is there an alliance starting here or something?

Roxie wraps her arm over Momoko’s head and rears her back into a dragon sleeper. Zesboca grabs more thumbtacks ordering Roxie to lower Momoko more. Roxie obeys the sudden command and brings herself down to a knee forcing Wakari to rest across the other. Zesboca smiles as she begins to sprinkle Momokos torso with more and more thumbtacks. Momoko jolts her body in almost every direction but all it accomplishes is the loss of maybe ten or so thumbtacks. Nowhere close to the amount the rests on her stomach. Zesboca continues to grin evilly as she flips up the ring apron pulling out a steel chair.

CM: What the? Aren’t there enough weapons in this thing?

JH: One would assume. But even bigger here what Zesboca has planned. Let’s hope she comes to her sense before—

Too late! Zesboca smashes the chair down hard on Momokos abdomen crushing the thumbtacks into her as Roxie drops her down. Zesboca doesn’t seem finished as she uses the chair again atop of Roxie’s head knocking her back down. Looking down at Roxie, Zesboca gets another fiendish idea. Grabbing more thumbtacks, Zesboca sprinkles them down on Roxie’s sand covered dirty face. Roxie is starting to regain consciousness as she slowly moves her head from side to side not even noticing that what is sprinkling on top of her face are thumbtacks. Zesboca stands by Roxie and raises the chair up high ready to strike down. But before she does, she gets a better idea. Zesboca turns and crawls up onto the apron where she holds the chair behind her legs.

JH: Wait a minute, she isn’t about to legdrop the tacks into Roxies face is she?

CL: She better be or else I’ll disown her.

JH: You don’t own her in the first place.

CL: It was a threat, okay? Just take it as that.

Zesboca is just moments from launching when a barbwire forearm comes up and wraps around under her chin. Kicking her feet, Zesboca frantically attempts to escape. It isn’t until she brings the chair in front of her that she manages to break free after smacking Kailey on top of her head. Kailey takes a few steps back as Zesboca repositions herself for launch. This time however, it’s Roxie who stops her with a handful of sand tossed into her face. Zesboca drops the chair and quickly tries to remove the barricade from her vision. As she continues to rub her eyes, both Roxie and Momoko grab hold of her arms and swimsuit hoisting her up into the air taking a few steps forward before tossing her into the crowd. Taking advantage of this moment, the fans begin body surfing her around the lower sections of the crowd not too far from where she first came in. In the distance, you can see the beach ball still bouncing around between the fans.

CM: What’s a trip to the beach without a little surfing, eh?

With Zesboca body surfing across the fans screaming at them to let her back to the ring, Roxie and Momoko slide back into the ring where they are both met by Kailey and Lesbiana who are all cut up themselves from the bloody barbwire covered knuckle brawl that ensued earlier. Lesbiana takes a hold of Momoko as Kailey picks Roxie up to her feet. Roxie is able to get Kailey off of her as Lesbiana pushes Momoko into the ropes and presses the metal covered forearm into her throat. That’s when Menedez steps in to stop Lesbiana from actually killing another competitor. As Menedez pulls Lesbiana away, Zesboca dives into the ropes and charges towards Kailey taking her down with a knee shot to the gut.

JH: That’s right. This is a wrestling match. Kind of forgot there for…a while.

Zesboca pushes Kailey into the corner and begins driving her knee continuously into her gut. Roxie spots both Lesbiana and Momoko struggling against the ropes and decides to take the advantage. While still trying to keep Momoko in the ropes, Lesbiana suddenly feels herself being lifted. Before it’s too late, Lesbiana wraps an arm around Momoko hoping that she’ll keep her in but when it starts to backfire, she grabs hold of the ropes. Too late for Momoko however as she is flipped over the ropes due to Lesbiana’s hope of turning her into an anchor. Lesbiana lands on the apron and quickly re enters the ring as Roxie rests on the canvas after hoisting two women over the ropes. Now EMT’s can finally check on the Asian fighter who is too tired to refuse the help.

CL: About time someone was eliminated.

CM: Way, datsha how disatch goes?

CL: Take that fucking thing off or I’m grabbing hold of your lips and pulling it out that way.

JH: Anything to grab hold of his lips, huh?

CL: You, I don’t care if you aren’t wearing a damn snorkel, I’ll rip ‘em off just the same.

JH: Help! Help! This man is planning on molesting me!

Back to the real action, Kailey manages to shove Zesboca away with both hands under such force that Zesboca lands on her back doing a backwards roll before crashing to her side. Kailey now walks towards almost as if stalking a prey but is caught by behind. Quickly pulled away, towards the ropes, and over the ropes by her g-string and bikini string, Kailey crash lands on the sand in a heap squarely on her head and knees. Lesbiana takes a moment to survey her work shooting her a quick grin before turning around to continue the work. But as she turns around, Lesbiana is knocked over the ropes by a sudden clothesline from Roxie who had almost pounced her way into delivering it. Lesbiana is over the ropes but again manages to hold on. Roxie readies to finish her job of finally eliminating Fantastica, but she is spun around by Zesboca who glares at her through the crimson mask which has taken over her face.

JH: Roxie’s looking a little frightened. Of course, having someone with a face like that glare at you, I think I’d be just as scared.

CL: That’s because you’re a sissy little mommas boy.

Zesboca grabs hold of Roxie’s throat pushing her backwards into the ropes. Zesboca now uses her other hand and grips tightly around her neck. Menedez steps in and tries to pry Zesboca off and after abit of a struggle, manages to do just that. But the breather given to Roxie doesn’t last long as Devani walks back towards her with ill intent. Roxie quickly counters the approaching Devani with a backdrop sending her over the ropes. However, Zesboca manages to stay on the apron and wraps both arms around Roxie’s head leaning back hard. Just to keep balance, Zesboca hooks both her legs inside the ropes and continues to pull hard until she manages to raise Roxie off of her feet. Roxie kicks out her legs trying to get back on the canvas as her arms work on trying to free herself from Zesboca’s grip. Finally, she manages to land back on the canvas with enough time to pull herself away from Zesbocas grip. Zesboca falls backward almost smashing into the siding of the ring but because of the way she has her legs hooked, she just hovers in the air now sishing she hadn’t. Roxie, whether it be out of mercy or rage, grabs hold of Zesboca’s feet and lifts them over the rope that she has them resting on. Zesboca crash lands on her upper back hard.

JH: It’s down to two!

CL: Good job, Hitch, you can count.

As Hitchens’ mental intelligence is put into question, Roxie takes a momentary breather forgetting of course about Lesbiana who unwraps her sarong and uses it to start choking Roxie out after her pulling her back against the ropes. Menedez tries to pry Lesbiana’s grip on the sarong loose eventually doing so.

JH: Why does Menedez suddenly care about making sure the girls don’t kill each other? I mean, cutting and stapling is alright but choking?

CM: It’s a whole crazy system.

Roxie starts forward coughing out in a bent over position before dropping down to one knee gasping for air. Lesbiana re enters the ring tossing the sarong to the side. Fans scream out, male ones mostly, as they know they’re about to see two bikini clad women wrestle. Why they chose now to really go crazy who knows. Oh look, there goes the beach ball again.

JH: Now can we get to some actual wrestling?

Lesbiana raises her forearm and begins to unravel the barbwire to a lengthy and somewhat straight position. Taking hold of the middle portion of the barbwire, Lesbiana places it in front of Roxie’s neck and pulls back before wrapping one half of it around tightly. Pulling hard on her end, Lesbiana forces Roxie into a seated position. Lesbiana grips a portion of her half of the barbwire like some kind of leash while smiling and waving to the fans.

JH: What does she think Roxie is? A show poodle or something?

Finished with the pleasantries, Lesbiana takes hold of Roxie’s left arm and brings it over behind her head before wrapping her forearm with the rest of the wire. Roxie, still tired and worn out from her everlasting meal of sand hardly puts up a fight save a few kicks to try and warn Fantastica away. Pulling up on her free arm, Lesbiana forces Roxie to her feet before sending her back down with a sudden arm drag. Roxie falls on her back but Lesbiana keeps hold of her arm locking it in some measurable angle that goes well beyond the ninety degree limit. But since the ref is without a protractor, we’ll just continue to assume it hurts like hell.

CM: Well, it’d be a shame that Roxie can’t give up like that.

JH: Well she is a tough character.

CM: Not that, it’s because one arm is tied in barbwire, her neck is pushed inwards with the same wire, and her other arm is the one being pulled. And since this isn’t a choke hold and everything is legal…

JH: Don’t expect the ref to step in.

And that’s exactly how it goes down as Menedez can only really watch Roxie kick her legs out hoping that one of those kicks will be her ticket to freedom. Eventually, something catches Lesbiana’s attention as she loosens the grip allowing for Roxie to pull herself away and quickly begin unravelling the wire. Lesbiana shakes her head when she notices that the thing that freed her was the beach ball coming back into the ring. Fans stretch out their arms hoping that she’ll knock it back towards them. Instead of kicking it, she tosses it back out. As the fans rejoice, Lesbiana turns to find that Roxie has just about freed her throat from the barbwire. A couple more twists and she’s free just in time to dodge a kick from Lesbiana. Roxie quickly rises to her feet and charges towards Lesbiana so suddenly that she has no defence set or the time to mount one. Lesbiana is pushed into the corner as Roxie begins unhauling a series of rights to her blood stained mask that would have new fans confusing her as Mrs. Crackerjack. Finally, after a few straight kicks, Roxie sends Lesbiana running to the other side of the ring. After Fantasitca bounces her back hard against the turnbuckle, Roxie charges towards her. About mid way though, she loses it and stumbles forward falling to her hands and knees gasping for air.

CL: Idiot. Didn’t take proper time for a breather now she’s paying for it.

JH: Every time she did have time for one someone came from behind to choke her even more.

Lesbiana takes the advantage and turns towards the corner to climb up top. That’s when Roxie gains her second or third or even forth wind and rushes back towards Lesbiana meeting her on the top. Roxie seems to go ballistic using everything she has learned from her brawling brother to try and knock her opponent from the top. Lesbiana fires back with a few shots of her own before getting Roxie into such a position that she can just toss her off. Taking it, Lesbiana hoists Roxie up and towards the ground. On her way though, Roxie grabs hold of Lesbiana and pulls her down as well. Both women crash out of camera view to the ground seemingly at the same time. At least according to the ref they did who calls for the bell. Lesbiana rises up to her knees and looks inside the ring towards Menedez as Roxie lays on her side nearly beside Lesbiana coughing out. Menedez then takes hold of the mic.

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of what has just happened, I am informing you that this match is a draw between La Lesbiana Fantastica and Roxie Galanoochie. Therefore, both are now contenders to Jaime Lee’s Hellcat Championship.

JH: What? A draw? How many contendership matches have ended like this?

CM: Let’s see, one, two—

CL: Don’t count.

[b[JH:[/b] Well if this is what the girls went through to get the shot, no telling what they’ll do to get the title!

CL: And don’t sound like some stereptypical announcer.
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MA: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.”

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 high five. A couple of high fives later and the two are walking down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans behind the barrier.

MA: “Making their way to the ring, teaming for the last time, El Lumberjacko & Ash Koopa, THE TEAM WITH NOOOOO NAME!

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 and 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 hand-slapping 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 high five with his team-mate before they head over to their corner.

Cochise by Audioslave soon replaces TWNN’s theme. 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.

MA: “And their opponents…making his way to the ring first, LIAM MOOOOOOORTELL!

Liam reaches about half way down the ramp when the lights in the arena dim further, and strange muted noise fills the arena. On the big screen, we see a road from a great height. It is night, and the road is filled with white and red lights. The speed quickens and we arrive at a tall glass building. The camera suddenly zooms in on a man stood at the very top. He flips back his hood, and flashes a cocky grin at the camera as the name HUTCH appears on the screen, written in gold cursive font.

Lights in the arena start to flash as Kasabian's Club Foot blasts through the speakers, and Hutch makes his way from behind the curtain. He flips the hood on his jacket off, and grins. He shakes his hair loose, and points to the crowd, cupping his eyes so he can see up to the highest levels of the arena. He approaches the centre of the stage, and shakes his limbs, limbering up, before pointing with both hands up into the rafters, signalling a cascade of golden sparks. He basks in the rain of sparks for a few seconds, before hopping out of them, and making his way down the ramp, slapping a few fans hands as he goes.

MA: “And his partner, HUUUUUUUUUUTCH!

Hutch joins Mortell on the ramp and the two walk together, silently. Hutch athletically hops onto the apron pausing to gaze into the crowd, pointing at a "Hutch" sign; he climbs through the ropes, and in one motion, climbs onto the turnbuckle. Liam takes the most modest route of simply rolling into the ring, giving an acknowledging nod to his friends across the ring. Hutch takes of his hooded sweatshirt and hurls it into the crowd, before tilting his head back, and spreading his arms out full stretch, cockily soaking in the atmosphere, before hopping off the turnbuckle backwards, and leaning against the turnbuckle, awaiting the start of the match.

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

Ash’s rock beats Jacko’s scissors so it’s him that is wrestling first, against Liam Mortell. The two meet in the middle and briefly shake hands, before circling each other in time-honoured tradition. They lock-up, each vying for the control. Koopa takes it, being the stronger and larger of the two, and has Liam locked in a tight headlock. Trying to escape, Liam keeps wiggling, left and right, up and down, until finally Ash’s grip loosens slightly and Liam switches it into a hammerlock. Koopa slithers out, keeping a hold of Liam’s wrist and wristlocking it. Attempting to escape, Mortell forward rolls down to the mat and wraps his leg around the ‘chain’ of Ash’s and Liam’s arms. He pulls Koop’s arm and uses the leverage of his leg to pull Ash down to the canvas.

CL: “This is why I like Liam Mortell. The man knows a lot about technical wrestling, and his reversals are fucking amazing.”

CM: “Oh shut up, you know this shit is boring. I think that I’m going to be so bored this entire match that I might as well go to sleep.”

CL: “Please, do.”

With Koopa lying back first, Liam tries to take advantage with an armbar, but Ash isn’t down long enough. The two quickly get back to their feet, but Ash gains the upper hand, hitting a beautiful hip toss. Liam gets back up to his feet only to be hoisted into a Fireman’s carry hold and spun several times. After what seems like a hundred rotations, Koopa limping drops Liam and staggers over to his corner, dizzy. Ash goes to tag Lumberjacko into the match but misses the outstretched hand by a good foot. Jacko, thinking fast, grabs Ash’s hand and smacks it against his own, making the tag legal. He quickly makes his way over to Liam Mortell, picking him back up to a vertical base and whipping him into the ropes.

JH “Hutch has made a blind tag, and I don’t think Lumberjacko has realised it!”

Jacko sends Liam down to the canvas with an arm drag, but when he stands back up is quickly taken back down again by a swift chop block to the back of the legs, courtesy of Hutch. This is soon followed by a series and stomps to the upper back and head of the plaid-clad luchadore. Backing up against the ropes, Hutch cockily takes his time before dropping a vicious Ric Flair style knee drop across the back of Jacko’s neck. The neck based assault doesn’t stop there, though, as Hutch pulls up Lumberjacko and hits a swinging neckbreaker. He covers nonchalantly.

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KICKOUT!
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Hutch doesn’t seem too bothered though, he simply drags Jacko towards his corners and tags in his partner. He holds Jacko up for a double team move, but Liam doesn’t seems interested and simply ‘takes’ Lumberjacko from him. Mortell nails a quick snap suplex, keeping hold, swivelling his hips and back up onto his feet before lifting Jacko into the air again, this time suspending him upside-down for a few moments, before snapping back to the ground with a bang.

CL: “Ooh! Got to love the impact Liam gets with that S.I.S.”

CM: “If ya ask me, S.I.S should stand for Shitty Ignoramus Suplex. Heh. Heh.”

CL: “Witty.”

Instead of pinning, or even letting go, Liam simply rolls backwards. He applies pressure in what looks like a modified front facelock, pulling backwards and stretching the spine to the luchadore. Sitting in the front row, a man in face paint looks on mildly impressed at this feat by the former Fighting Spirit Champion. Jacko, thinking fast, manages to catch Liam off balance by rolling sideways. Liam ends up with his shoulders down to the mat, but the two separate before any count can be made. The two look at each other, eye to…mask. Staring off whilst on one knee…but Liam smiles and offers a shake, which Jacko accepts as the two get to their feet. Suddenly Lumberjacko leaps for a hurricanrana, but Liam ducks down and rolls out of the way, quickly back up to his feet and swinging round to face Jacko with a smile on his face. Liam lunges, but doesn’t get any of Jacko, only receives a monkey flip…but he lands on his feet [just about!]. Liam, looking slightly surprised and pleased with himself, readies himself for another move/counter.

JH: “This is amazing! The older Liam is managing to find ways to counter and avoid Lumberjacko’s attacks.”

CL: “It’s cause he’s got the experience, Hitchen, he knows what Jack is going to try and do before Jacko does.”

Liam dives forwards for a Rock Bottom backbreaker, but in midair Lumberjacko switches his position and drags Mortell down with a modified arm drag. Back on their feet AGAIN Jacko charges towards Liam, who picks up, whips him round and drives him to the canvas for a spinebuster, however at the last minute Jacko grabbed Liam’s head, driving it to the canvas with a modified DDT. Both men lie on their backs, exhausted, then begin to crawl towards their respective corners. Luckily/Unluckily Liam is closer to his corner and tags in Hutch, who quickly makes his way over to Lumberjacko, grabbing his ankle and pulling him away from his corner. Lumberjacko pulls himself up to a seated position only to be smacked in the back with a stiff kick. Hutch locks in an inverted front facelock and pulls Lumberjacko to his feet, nailing a Nightmare on Helms Street.

CM: “Future Shock! Lumberjacko is getting a good ass kicking on his way out. The way it should be. If he’s too pansy to stay in FIW he deserves a beating!”

Hutch covers, hooking the legs of Lumberjacko and putting his legs all over the ropes. The referee, Mark Jackson, doesn’t notice however and begins to count the pin…

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TWO
LIAM KICKS HUTCH’S FEET OFF THE ROPES!
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Hutch jumps off Lumberjacko, and goes face to face with Liam. He throws his arms out in disbelief. Liam mouths back, very obviously the words “I’m not going to let you cheat my friends.” Hutch just shoves Liam, lightly and mouths back “Whatever.”

JH: “I wish all partners were like Liam, just because your partners likes to cheat doesn’t mean you should just let it happen!”

CM: “Oh will you please shut the fuck up? Mortell should just be a good partner and work for the team instead of his friends.”

Meanwhile, Lumberjacko has crawled to his corner and tagged in Ash Koopa. The Koopamaniac walks up behind Hutch, who is still looking at Liam. Ash grabs Hutch by the shoulder and spins him round, almost immediately scooping him up…and slamming him to the canvas. Not giving any time for rest, Ash grabs Hutch by the head and pulls him up throwing him back first into the turnbuckle and following up with several chest-reddening Windmill chops. Ash whips Hutch out of the corner…but pulls him back in, lifting him up and nailing an inverted Atomic drop. Hutch staggers backwards as Ash backs into the ropes, runs forward and nails a…

JH: “ASSSSSSSSSH BOOOOOOMMMMMMMBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!”

Ash covers, confidently.

[align=center]ONE
TWO
TH-KICKOUT!
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Hutch sits up, still woozy from the flurry of attacks from the fresh Ash Koopa. He doesn’t have time to recuperate though as Ash flies just over his head, snapping his neck down with a flip-over neck whip. Koopa pulls Hutch up again, whipping him towards a corner. Hutch hits with a thud as Ash begins picking up speed and charges toward the corner. He leaps for a Stinger Splash…but Hutch gets a knee up…right in the crotch of Ash. Koopa falls to the canvas, eyes crossed, clutching his man parts in agony.

JH, CM, & CL: “Oooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”

CM: “Man, that was fucking awesome!”

Hutch ascends to the top rope, signalling for a Frog Splash. He leaps into the air, getting a tremendous amount of height. However, it’s all goes to waste as Koopa moves out of the way just in time for Hutch to crash and burn. Ash can’t take advantage of the situation though, as he’s still suffering. Realising he needs to tag out, Ash starts to pull himself toward Lumberjacko. He is mere inches from Jacko’s hand when Hutch grabs his leg. Hutch claws his way up alongside Ash, keeping him away from Lumberjacko. He reaches Ash’s face and rakes his eyes. This buys Hutch enough time to get to his feet and drag Koopa towards the centre of the ring. Hutch bides his time, waiting for Ash to slowly rise to his feet.

JH: “I think we all know what’s coming and it could be the end of the team no name if Hutch hits the Slice of Fried Gold.”

Suddenly, during his pacing around waiting for Ash to get to a fully upright state, Hutch backs up and nails El Lumberjacko straight between the eyes with the stiff elbow. The luchadore falls to the mats below with a loud thud. Hutch begins stomp on the canvas with anticipation as Ash slowly makes his way to his feet. He’s almost there when Hutch quickly runs the ropes, preparing for the Slice of Fried Gold. Hutch is just about to grab the head of Koopa when OUT OF NOWHERE, Jacko comes flying with a modified tackle/spear taking Hutch down. He fires lefts and rights at the head of the cocky superstar, unleashing all his pent-up rage, and gaining a measure of revenge from the cheap shot just moments ago. Referee Mark Jackson is having none of it though. He dives over and attempts to separate the enraged Jacko.

CL: “Lumberjacko better be careful, we’ve all seen Mark Jackson disqualify people for less than this.”

JH: “He’s just doing his job! It’s tough being a referee in this kind of company.”

Liam, sensing this, decides to separate the two wrestlers himself. He quickly dives over Jacko, pulling him off Hutch with a Daki Wakare, and quickly locking him in an arm triangle choke. Liam rolls Jacko away towards the ropes and pulls him them, down to the safety mats below. Liam clings onto the infuriated luchadore for dear life, not wanting to end the match with a DQ. Hutch stands up and marches over to the ropes, standing on the bottom rope to shout obscenities at the trapped Jacko. However, little does Hutch realise that Ash is now fully upright, and taking in the situation. Thinking fast, Ash rolls the distracted up with a school boy.

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Ash puts his feet up on the second rope.

[align=center]TWO
THREE!
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JH: “Sweet revenge for Ash, as Hutch gets a taste of his own medicine.”

Good Time by Leroy beings to play again. Hutch looks as if he is about to take revenge, but Liam has let of Lumberjacko and the luchadore is now in the ring with Ash. Hutch thinks better of it and decides to roll out of the ring and make his way to the backstage. El Lumberjacko and Ash Koopa are standing in the ring looking at each other. Ash’s eyes begin to well up as the two embrace. The crowd applaud Lumberjack as Liam enters the ring, sliding a rather large present in with him. Liam chooses to shake Jacko’s hand, rather than hug it out like Ash. Liam hands a microphone to Ash, but he can’t bring himself to speak so hands it back to Liam.

Liam: “This is a little present from the both of us. Enjoy Jacko.”

Jacko quickly unwraps the present to reveal a giant bottle of Maple syrup. The look on Jacko’s mask is well…normal…but we can tell from his body language that he absolutely adores the present. He hugs Liam, then Ash, and then the giant bottle of Maple syrup.

A familiar voice - although more recognised of late for his haughty speeches than for his singing - interrupts proceedings. Red pyro is fired over the stage, in time to the song 'X' in a rather obvious attempt to deflect attention away from the swan-song of the Team with No Name...

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


Fortunately for those in attendance who enjoy both J-Metal and villainous gloating, although admittedly from the reation he gets, that's not too many people; Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka [still in his ninja/wrestling gear,] now stands on the top of the steps with one Tag Title belt around his waist. The other is clutched in his left 'claw;' and the right holds... Oh dear, a microphone...

Daisuke: Far be it from me to interrupt this touching scene; I do feel I need to point out that with the parting of our good friend...

JH: His name is El Lumberjacko!

The Crow cannot hear the commentary, so he makes a show of trying to remember exactly his nemesis was for so long, but in the end gives up with a chuckle.

Daisuke: Not, I suppose, that it matters any more. You are, after all leaving us, abandoning your so-called friend, just as it appeared you were both standing on the cusp of glory...

His mocking, yet almost serious demeanour cracks here, and he holds the mic up to his mouth as he howls with crow-like laughter.

Daisuke: No, no; you are right. Run now and dream of what might have been, if you had have stayed that one more week, and had that hour-long challenge for my tag titles. Better than crashing and burning, fading all the while into obscurity.

The question "but what of your partner" - which Daisuke actually asks - is drowned out; and before continuing to the Team with No Name, he addresses the audience.

Daisuke: And you, all of you are also quite right. There is absolutely no reason to even care about Mr. Cooper; who now has to go his own way. Should he ever want to cross swords with me again, he will have to find someone else, someone who will no doubt be more appropriate than... The current model...

He chuckles, but stops as the crowd remind him exactly who 'the current model' is with a deafening chorus of The Lumberjack Song. Daisuke looks a tad irritated, but deals with the problem in the classic way of the upper class: by realising it cannot possibly be happening.

Daisuke: He will, unfortunately, have to join something of a queue, since it would be completely unfair of me to offer the honour of our Third Defense solely to him, as part of a team with no proven credentials, when there are also equally unproven teams around who might also covet that honour...

The song has moved onto the verse about the women's clothing, and the audience have proven cleverer than Daisuke would ever have given them credit for, by changing the subject of the song at this point to him. The Crow looks not amused, but he soldiers on to the crux of his message.

Daisuke: And so, it falls to me to announce an open challenge of sorts, to any pairing who feel they may be worthy to carry this heavy burden...

The singing is getting too much, even for Daisuke. With a scowl he turns on his heel and strides to the back, under his red X pyro. The song however, does not hit. Good Time picks up, as we go back to the Trio with No Name, and their final moments together...
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[align=center]I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the things that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees
‘Cuz I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
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As “Queen of the Night” by Kelly Clarkson pounds through the speakers, the Hellcat Champion skips out onto the stage to a round of cheers from the crowd. She holds the championship up high above her hand, glancing up excitedly at the silver before hurrying down the stairs and skipping her way towards the ring. Along the way she lets the crowd capture her attention more than they probably should, showing off her championship with pride. She slings the silver over her shoulder and heads into the ring.

MA: Entering the ring from Aurora, Ohio… JAAAYYYYMMMMMEEEE LLLLLEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Jaime slides in underneath the bottom rope, using the middle rope to pull herself up to her feet. She bounces across the ring, jumping up to the second turnbuckle and raising the Hellcat Championship up into the air. She leaps down to the canvas and backs into her corner, handing her championship off to the referee.

CM: I have a feeling a relationship is ending tonight.

JH: I can’t believe the possibility of someone like Jaime being in a relationship with someone like Xtreme Kitten in the first place. So I’ll be glad when it’s finally over.

CM: No! I was talking about XK and Lucy breaking up tonight. Look at Jaime’s short little skirt tonight! If it was any short, it’d be a belt. She’s the clear winner against Lucy!

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 the opponent, in the ring being accompany by Lucy, from Shaol Bay, Australia… weighing in two hundred and fifty-five pounds… he is the DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… XXXXTTTREEEEMMMMEE KIIITTTTEEENNN!!

JH: Xtreme Kitten didn’t seem at all interested in Jaime’s attire tonight. And judging by the collar, I think we know that Kitten doesn’t make a lot of his own choices.

CM: Don‘t try and protect him! You wouldn’t do that for anyone else that has a slutty, manipulative woman controlling him.

JH: I’m not saying Xtreme Kitten is completely innocent.

DING-DING

Both Jaime and Kitten come out of their corners. Jaime is grinning ear from ear while glancing out at the crowd, while Kitten looks rather indifferent to an attack. Lucy, however, is telling Kitten exactly what to do and to do it now. Kitten shrugs and throws a front kick, catching Jaime flesh in the abdomen. He follows up with a European uppercut that throws Jaime onto her back!

JH: Xtreme Kitten starting this match off with a lot of velocity. Under Lucy’s orders, obviously.

CM: See! Stop that! He did it because he wanted to. He wanted to hit a woman! What kind of man is that?

CL: I’ve heard Jaime sing. I’m not surprised men have wanted to hit her.

Kitten, slow to move, eventually moves to Jaime and lifts her back up off the canvas, pulling her into a short-arm forearm that takes her right back off her feet! Refusing to release his hold on her, he draws her back up into a second forearm… then a third… except she manages to cleverly duck that second one. Too bad she doesn’t duck the back elbow that catches her in the jaw and lays her back out.

JH: Lucy ordering more attacks on Jaime. And she ducks a forearm shot!

CL: Back elbow didn’t miss.

JH: Thanks for that, I hadn’t noticed.[/sarcasm]

CL: Just calling the action, Hitchen. Since he only called half of it.

Lucy smiles happily at ringside, commanding Kitten to do some more damage to the dazed and confused hellcat. Kitten almost seems to sigh at the chore of this, dragging Jaime back up off the mat. He grabs her by the wrist and sends her flying into the turnbuckle with a jarring force.

JH: You mean to tell me you don’t see Kitten reluctance in this match?

CM: Well, he’s banging two hot women. I could see how he’d be torn but he needs to choice.

JH: We don’t know that he’s “banging” as you put it, both women.

CM: Come on, Hitchen! He may be a bastard but he’s a sexy bastard! Obviously he’s got them both played.

XK glances down to the puppet master before eventually rushing… into a back elbow from Jaime! The Hellcat Champion immediately throws her legs around the Dual Crown Champion’s neck and swings herself out of the turnbuckle, throwing the champ across the ring with a hurracanrana!

JH: Jaime with a hurracanrana!

CM: Woot! Go Jaime! I wish she’d wrap her legs around my neck. I wonder if her and Kitten have--

JH: STOP!

Jaime gets to her feet first and catches XK with a kick to the ribs! She follows it up by spinning and catching him under the jaw with a back roundhouse! No! XK catches the second kick and yanks Jaime down into the splits! He immediately follows up by BOOTING JAIME IN THE FACE! Clearly unhappy by this, the man in face paint at the front row grumbles some thing under his breath to his cloaked comrade.

CL: Obviously she knows little about Xtreme Kitten’s fighting style otherwise she wouldn’t have chosen a strike attack.

JH: I hate to admit it, but you’re right. Although I think the boot to her face was a little excessive.

CL: It’s a match, Hitchen! Do you want him to take it easy on her just because she’s a woman? Not gonna happen.

Lucy applauds the move, letting Kitten know he did the right thing. Like he needed help to decide that. Regardless, Kitten drags Jaime up by the hair, getting an admonishment from J.J. as a result. Kitten ignores this and hooks Jaime up, lifting her straight up into the air. He holds her in a vertical position until just about all the blood has rushed to her pretty head and then SLAMS HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SUPLEX!

JH: A high-powered vertical suplex. I still can’t believe Lucy. This could’ve been a great match but her orders at ringside are basically just forced it into a massacre.

CL: Kitten isn’t wrestling any different than normal. Except, like you pointed out, a little more reluctant. What more do you want from him?

Kitten floats over into the cover but as soon as J.J. drops to make the count, Kitten yanks her off the canvas by the hair! J.J. shoots Kitten a dirty look, warning him again about the hair pulling while Lucy yells for XK to punish her even more. So he drags Jaime up to a vertical base, only to scoop her up and SLAM her back into the canvas. He backs off the ropes, hesitating when he gets back to Jaime, licks his forearm and DROPS and elbow onto Jaime’s chest!

JH: Reluctance? Reluctance to end it maybe!

CM: Ah, so you’ve finally joined my side in hating Xtreme Kitten?

JH: Don’t ever say we’re on the same side.

XK checks with Lucy, who apparently isn’t satisfied and wants more of an attack put on Jaime. XK lazily drags Jaime up off the canvas and power lifts her up with a military press! While Lucy is in awe (yeah right) of Kitten’s amazing strength used to lift a one-hundred twenty-four pound woman, it gives Jaime the opportunity to come up with an escape route. And she makes it via a sunset flip! Kitten, caught by surprise, finds himself rolled up onto the canvas!

JH: Jaime’s got a roll-up!


[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

KICK-OUT!
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JH: Damn! That was so close.

CL: That was a fast fuckin’ count!

Kitten throws his shoulder off the canvas, shooting a surprised glance at J.J. who simply shrugs. Of course that wasn’t a fast count![/sarcasm] This shock gives Jaime the opportunity to roll backwards to her feet. She runs at XK, knocking him down with a jumping clothesline! She waits for his recovery and rushes in, leveling him with a running back elbow!

JH: Jaime’s mounting some offense!

CM: Bust his pretty little face open! Ugh! I hate guys like him.

JH: Green is not your color, Chip.

Jaime points to the sky and makes her way to the turnbuckle. She climbs out onto the apron, only for Lucy to jump up there as well. She yells at Jaime, earning the hellcat’s attention. J.J. rushes over to try and defuse the situation before we get an impromptu catfight but Lucy just gets in his face about that fast count we just witnessed.

JH: J.J. get that bitch off the apron!

CL: Yeah! Jaime should be keeping it in the ring.

JH: I was NOT referring to the actual participant in the match.

CL: I was.

Meanwhile, Kitten recovers and rushes over to the scene, knocking Jaime off the apron! The Hellcat Champion flies into the audience barricade before crumpling at ringside. Apparently finally happy, Lucy drops down off the apron and J.J. bolts from the ring to check on Jaime.

JH: UGH! Damn Lucy! She knew what she was doing.

CL: Both bitches are off the apron, happy now?

Kitten is right behind J.J. and pulls him away before dragging Jaime up and tossing her back into the ring. J.J. gets in Kitten’s face, pointing at the FIW logo on his referee shirt, demanding respect. He doesn’t get any though because this is XK. Kitten climbs back into the ring, catching Jaime as she tries to stand again, whipping her off into the ropes. Jaime rebounds and baseball slides between Kitten’s legs on her return. She pops up behind him, LEAPING ONTO HIS BACK WITH A SLEEPER HOLD!

JH: A sleeper hold! Jaime’s got all her weight on Kitten!

CM: Come on, Jaime! Choke that bastard out! Oh, this would make my year!

Kitten swings wildly, trying to get at the 124 pounds hanging on his back but it doesn’t get him anywhere. Instead, on legs slowly becoming wobbly he rushes into the turnbuckle CRUSHING JAIME BETWEEN HIM AND THE PADS! Kitten stumbles out of the corner, gasping in fresh air in between Lucy’s angered yelling. Kitten turns back to Jaime and rushes in-- getting Jaime’s legs wrapped around his neck again!

CM: Kitten’s back in heaven.

JH: Stop that! Jaime’s still fighting!

XK holds on and jumps backwards, DRIVING JAIME FORWARD INTO THE CANVAS WITH A MODIFIED SPINEBUSTER! XK folds up Jaime’s legs and makes the pin.

JH: UGH! A powerful spinebuster by the champion.


[align=center]ONE!






TWO!!




KICK-OUT!!!
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CL: What the hell is that?!

XK’s eyes shoot towards J.J., who simply shrugs at the accusation of a sloooooow count. Jaime crawls towards the ropes while Kitten points threateningly at the referee. Kitten grabs Jaime by the hair and pulls her back over to him. He nails a quick knife-edge chop, getting a “Wooo!” from the crowd. An elbow smash throws her back into the turnbuckle, the only thing keeping her from falling to the canvas.

CL: I actually feel a little sorry for her at the moment. All J.J.’s doing is making it worse for her.

JH: Unfortunately, I think you’re right.

Kitten pulls her back from the turnbuckle and hooks her up, throwing her over his head with a fallaway slam! He quickly closes the distance between them, dropping a knee across her back! No sooner than he hit’s the mat, he brings his knee back DRIVES IT INTO HER RIBS!

CM: You know, I always figured he liked it rough. The sick freak.

JH: I hate to break it to you, Chip. But you’re the only pervert watching this match like a kinky porno! The rest of us are concerned about Jaime’s well-being.

CL: I’m not.

Jaime tries to fight up to her knees, holding her ribs in pain but Kitten drags her down onto her back by her hair… earning a severe warning from J.J. this time. That means he’s threatening disqualification. But for some surprising reason, that doesn’t seem to bother Kitten. So much so, that he grabs her by the hair again and drags her up to her feet. He lifts her up off the ground and SLAMS HER BACK DOWN WITH A SIDE SLAM! No! Jaime throws her legs up around Kitten’s head and throws him over with a headscissors takedown!

JH: A headscissors takeover by Jaime!

CL: That isn’t going to put someone like Xtreme Kitten away.

Kitten springs back to his feet but Jaime is up first. No sooner than he turns to her, she’s already up on him, powering him down to the mat with a Lou Thesz Press! She opens up on his “cute” mask with a flurry of right-handed punches! It doesn’t take too much energy for Kitten to battle throw them and shove him off her though! He pulls himself back up, and gets cracked across the chest with a stinging chop!

JH: A Lou Thesz! Something has lit a fire in Jaime here!

CL: Probably getting beaten to a pulp.

CM: Woooo! I mean, damn! What’s that supposed to do?

CL: It’s gonna piss him off is what it’s gonna do.

XK grabs his chest but drives his boot in her stomach with enough force to drop Jaime to one knee. He jerks her back upright and hooks her up in a front chancery. He lifts her up off the canvas, holding her up in the air this time with a vertical brainbuster. But it never succeeds as Jaime kicks her feet, landing behind Kitten and DROPPING HIM WITH A NECKBREAKER!

JH: Jaime countered into a neckbreaker! And they’re both down now.

CL: Kitten’ll get up first. I’m sure of it.

CM: And I’m sure you’re gonna be wrong. See?

Jaime makes it to her feet first, Kitten still suffering the effects of the neckbreaker. This gives Jaime the opportunity she needs to get back into the mat. She runs off the ropes… only for Lucy to grab her feet. Jaime stumbles to a stop and spins around to lay her eyes on XK’s bitch (or maybe it’s the other way around, it’s hard to tell in their promos). Lucy has a few choice words for Jaime but the Hellcat Champion shuts her up by grabbing a hold of the top rope and DROPKICKING LUCY THROUGH THE ROPES!!

JH: What the hell! Someone get her out of here!

CM: HA! Jaime’ll do it!

JH: A dropkick to Lucy! That’ll get it done!

CL: She’s not even in the match! What the fuck is that?

JH: Exactly. She’s not in the match so she should stay out of it!

The crowd is going crazy as Jaime gets back to her feet and shouts some of her own choice words down to the puppet master. She finally turns her attention back to the match AND NEARLY GETS HER HEAD TAKEN OFF WITH A JUMPING KNEE STRIKE BY XTREME KITTEN!

CL: KAAAOOOO LOOOIII!!!!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! Did you see Jaime’s neck snap back?!

The Dual Crown Champion stares down at his lady laying at ringside against the ring barrier, holding the back of her neck and his face turns into a scowl. His dark expression falls on Jaime, who’s nearly unconscious at ringside. J.J. steps between them, for reasons that aren’t justified within the match rules, but only gets pushed aside. Kitten drops into a mounted position and begins pummeling Jaime with a onslaught of punishing forearm strikes to the face!

JH: Ugh! How can anyone watch this?

CL: I like what I see. I like it a lot!

CM: Someone has to stop this! I will!

JH: Really?

CM: Hell no! Look at that crazed look in his eyes!

Kitten relents only to drag the dazed champion up to her feet. He glares into her glossed over eyes before spinning at lightning speed and CRACKING JAIME IN THE FACE WITH A BACK FIST! Jaime’s head snaps back and she crashes down to the canvas a split second later.

CL: URAKEN!!! Take that, bitch!

JH: You’re disgusting, Conse! The way her head snapped back… it was sickening.

CL: It was the hottest thing I’ve seen in ages.

JH: That’s gross.

XK moves in for another attack but J.J. jumps between them once again, this time actually using all his energy to hold the champion back while signaling for the bell.

MA: Here is your winner via knock-out… XTREME KITTEN!

JH: He’s the winner, but not everyone is happy.

CL: I’m happy. And that’s all I care about.

A mixed reaction comes from the crowd, half of them adoring the Dual Crown Champion even still while the other half prefer the peppiness of the Hellcat Champion. Kitten is oblivious to it all though, only seeing red as he shoves J.J. out of the way and drops back into a mounted position to continue the elbow strike assault on the woman who dare attack Lucy.

JH: What the hell is this? The match is over!

CM: Someone get that crazy SOB out of there before he kills her!

The bell continues to ring repeatedly for no reason whatsoever, because it certainly isn’t stopping XK at all. But the crowd eventually goes crazy. Why? Because Extreme Ninja #2 is sprinting down the aisle way with a steel chair in his hand. The timing couldn’t be more perfect if it was planned (wait, what?) because Kitten climbs off of Jaime just as Ninja slides in under the bottom rope.

JH: Someone is gonna stop it! It’s Extreme Ninja #2!

CM: What’s the little ninja boy gonna do against Kitten?

CL: I’ve got time to watch another massacre.

Whatever Kitten had planned never comes through as Ninja chucks the steel chair at Kitten, knocking the champ down to the canvas. Ninja quickly sets the chair up next to Kitten and leaps up onto it. He jumps off in a shooting star press… and lands on his feet as Kitten rolls out of the ring.

JH: Xtreme Kitten wants nothing to do with Ninja’s shooting star press!

CL: Like he’s going to lay there and just take it?

The Dual Crown Champion stares up at the masked Ninja, neither willing to be the first to look away. Eventually, Kitten waves his hands at Ninja… not to say hi but to say Ninja isn’t worth it. Lucy follows after a departing Kitten, yelling for him to go back and destroy Ninja but it falls on deaf ears.

JH: I can’t believe it! Xtreme Kitten is actually back down!

CL: Bullshit! Ninja isn’t worth the time it’d take to kill him.

JH: If you say so.

Ninja scoops Jaime up into his arms, checking on the unconscious hellcat while EMTs rush down to the ring to check on her.

Elrick walks the backstage area moments before his match getting himself pumped up. Most staff pay him no mind as they wait to signal the cue for his entrance. As Elrick swings his arms around a little, he narrowly avoids smacking them into Stan Stevens who quickly ducks out of the way, his intention full of sorrow though, Elrick turns to him apologetically.

Elrick: Sorry mate, didn‘t see you there.

Stan straightens himself out and smiles a little.

Stan: Hey man, it's cool. Hey listen, you really psyched about this match?

Elrick still performs some lighter arm warm-ups as he looks back at Stevens a little confused by the sudden start of a conversation.

Elrick: I guess so. Yea.

Stan: Good, man good. 'cause, uh, I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news and such, but that stunt you pulled last week doesn't really put you as a contender in my books.

Elrick suddenly stops his exercises long enough to question Stan's comment.

Elrick: Should I care about your opinion? Because I most certainly don‘t, I did what I did for a purpose so people remember it.

Stan: Yea, but, do you actually remember the guys or the move?

Elrick just raises a eyebrow, wondering if Stan really has a point to his comments.

Elrick: Again, explain why I should care? They‘ll remember me for the simple fact I tried.

Stan: That may be the case, but how many people have you actually heard talk about it? You? Jack? Me? That seems to be it. Face it man, even when you accomplish the impossible you're still a nobody in the eyes of many.

Elrick's smile loses its luster as he lowers his arms. He's not upset, but he does realize that Stan is right. Not many have talked about the move. Stan, seeing this, continues on.

Stan: I mean look at you, you're the kind of guy who could easily blend into the wallpaper of any situation. And you've been competing for how long? In that time, how many big moments were you a part of that not only yourself could name? Face it, you're a flash in the pan. In a couple of weeks, everyone will forget about this little thing as both you and Jack go your separate ways. You--

Just like that, Elrick quickly intervenes with a sudden right landing straight across Stevens' jaw. Stan falls hard on his bag as Elrick stands above him looking down at him. Elrick goes to say something but is turned away by the sounds of the people on stage telling him it's time to go out. Elrick looks back down at Stevens and quickly turns around heading up to the stage.
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JH: I can’t believe what we just saw ladies and gentlemen, I am utterly disgusted and shocked by our Dual Crown Champion…

CL: Yeah…Well! No sense on dwelling on that shit, its main event time!

CM: With only one guy I moderately like, yippie.

JH: There is a lot on the line in this match for both teams too. Kiyoshi or Graver could be walking into a Dual Crown title shot while Crackerjack and Elrick both could use the momentum.

CL: Damn straight, if Elrick beat Crackerjack twice in a row it could give him the mental edge he needs going into his title shot.

CM: Poor Kiyoshi, stuck with Smellrick…


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the next tag team match is the scheduled main event of this edition of Friday Night ReVolt. It is one fall to a finish and has been granted a thirty minute time limit by the Full Intensity Wrestling’s General Manager. The official for this bout is also none other than senior official, Tony Clarke!


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

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Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)
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…The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway.


CL: Fuck Stan Stevens is all I have to say.

CM: The porker had a point though, Elrick is a flash in the pan. Before too long he’ll be back down there and jobbing to Dragon…or whatever.


MA: Introducing the first half of team number one, he hails from Leamington Spa, England and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty eight pounds and stands at six feet and six inches…He! Is! ELLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIICK~!!!


JH: Elrick has had a lengthy and roller coaster of a career, I wouldn’t say he is a flash in the pan. He’s had over ten times the success Crackerjack has had so far.


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.

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Togireta, omoi de kasaneru, kawaranai yume ni...[/align]

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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.

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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...


CM: Alright! The Judo Sensei is in the house!

JH: From talking to the young man, apparently he wants to be called the Judo Senshi instead.


MA: And introducing the other half of team number one, 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! KIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSHIIIIIII NNNNNNNAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAATA~!


CL: Eh, whatever, he can deal with it.


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


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

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


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

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


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


JH: Our International Champion seems to be ready to try and remedy what happened to him last week.

CL: Well, he is big enough to bulldozer over both Kiyoshi and Elrick.


MA: Introducing the first half of team number two, he hails from the Alleys of New York City and weighs in tonight at three hundred and nineteen pounds and stands at six feet and eight inches…He is the reigning FIW Undisputed International Champion…He! Is! CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKERRRRJAAAAAAAAACK~!!!


CM: Ugh, the first half of Team Freak…


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 ... ... GRRRRRAAYYYYYYYYVEEERRRRRRR!!!

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

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

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

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


CL: Shut your fucking mouth Chip, Crackerjack and Graver are greater than Elrick and Kiyoshi, though I don’t mind either of those two.

CM: I will not! I’ll talk as much as I want!

JH: Any ways, Graver is probably the only man in this match that I absolutely detest and could bring it down from a honorable bout I’m sure the other three will have.


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


Crackerjack and Elrick bow out of the ring, leaving the two contenders for the FIW Dual Crown Championship inside the ring and standing across from each other. That doesn’t last long however as the White Haired Warrior near sprints across the ring to meet his foe with a forearm. Due to the height difference, the Reject of Rejects easily ducks under the strike and slips behind his larger opponent to punch him square on the back of his neck. Shaking off the effects with a scowl, Kiyoshi spins around and slaps the taste out of Graver’s mouth with an open hand slap!

CM: Yes! Hit the hobo!

JH: Looks like he was far from appreciative of that punch to his neck.

CL: Can’t say I would be either, that fucking smarts.

Before the smaller man can even stagger backwards the Yeti unloads a flurry of open hand slaps right across the cheeks of his opponent. Ending the series of strikes by rearing back and spinning again with a roaring forearm strike that Graver ducks under in the nick of time. Gracefully the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac hops up and connects with a low dropkick right to the knee cap of the Judo Sensei, causing him to drop to a knee as he clutches it. In a more casual manner the Minister of Awesomocity gets back up and snatches a handful of those precious white locks, zeroing in and repeatedly punching Kiyoshi’s forehead.

JH: I never thought I’d say this but…Graver’s winning a battle of strikes!

CL: Amazing, I know.

CM: He’s just mad that Kiyoshi ate his ham sandwich before he could defend the Flycore title against it a few weeks back.

One after another after another his knuckles crack against the thin layer of flesh and skull of the self proclaimed Mr. FSC. Tony tries to warn Graver about pulling the hair, though he ignores it and keeps hammering away on the features of the larger man kneeling before him. With each passing moment the skin on both the Reject’s fist and Nakahata’s forehead becomes rawer and rawer, a shade of red spreading across them to signify such. Eventually no longer willing to endure the pain, the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac stops punching the Yeti and suddenly said Yeti leaps forward and upward, head butting his smaller foe!

CL: Shit! You hear that?!

CM: Some thing definitely crunched!

JH: Only question is, Graver or Kiyoshi?

That question is answered relatively quickly, by the blood pouring like a fountain out of Kiyoshi Nakahata’s nostrils for the third time in a month. He looks like he is cursing under his breath for doing such a stunt and is shaking the cobwebs from the punches out. Mean while the Reject of Rejects is staggering backwards clutching his mouth, mumbling about his other front tooth that by the sounds of it is now chipped. To give himself time to rest and check on it he hurries over and tags in the bigger man of his team, Crackerjack walking in over the top rope.

CM: Awe crap, his nose is busted again!

JH: Unfortunately that is a problem with a injury like that, the longer you don’t let it heal, the easier it becomes to ope-

CL: Blood! Blood already?! Fucking yes!

A small pool of crimson is forming in front of the Dual Crown contender as he shakes off the last effects of the punches and gets to his feet. Blinking a few times, he now just seems to notice either Graver took instant steroids or the other half is now tagged into the match. Grimacing, he watches the masked monster stalk towards him and steadily pick up his speed with each step that he takes towards Nakahata. It is almost too late when the Judo Sensei notices what ‘Jack is attempting, snatching his arm and countering the Kosaga attempt into a Judo flip over his shoulder!

JH: Holy cow! He just flipped over three hundred pounds of man!

CL: Eh, not quite as impressive as Elrick’s feat last week. Kiyoshi had the advantages of momentum and Judo teachings on his side for that.

CM: Who cares?! It was still cool!

The entire ring shakes a little when Crackerjack’s back meets the canvas with a thunderous smack upon impact. Much to the White Haired Warrior’s amazement slash horror, his larger foe starts to shrug it off and plants a hand on the mat to push his body up. As he is nearing a fully vertical base again he is nearly taken right off of it a second time by a lariat, curtsey of FIW’s very own Yeti. In fact, it would have had the masked monster not reached out, holding the ropes to keep him from falling completely back onto his ass.

CL: Jack looks pretty disinterested in facing Kiyoshi.

CM: Can you blame him? Kiyoshi is a beast! He knows he stands no chance!

JH: …Do you even understand WHAT disinterested means, Chip?

Staining Crackerjack’s mask with his blood, Nakahata goes for another head butt and snatches the larger man’s arm. With a roar of focus, he whips the masked monster across the ring and into his corner with a hellacious thud that echoes through out the arena and up into the rafters. Kiyoshi walks with a purpose to his team’s corner and knees his opponent in the midsection before slapping his hand against the Career Killer’s. Elrick enters the ring as his team mate exits and he starts laying in lighting fast jabs to the jaw line of Jack.

CM: Boo, Kiyoshi tagged out.

JH: Elrick is unleashing some stinging left jabs to further try and wear down the big man.

CL: Good luck with that.

FIW’s Undisputed International Champion’s body jerks a little with every shot that connects, and sadly for him, they are all connecting. The referee starts getting on Elrick’s case to let his foe out of the corner, so he decides to hop up onto the second rope for one last gift. Now from above fists start raining down upon the masked cranium and the fans count along to the punches to support the English native. As the veteran nears ten and reaches nine however, Crackerjack wraps his arms around his waist and barrels out of the corner before he can tag!

JH: Good lord! Look at the sheer strength of Crackerjack!

CL: It looks like he is going to take him all the way over to where Graver is!

CM: Blah.

Not needing psychic abilities to know what’s coming, the Career Killer continues to dish out punches in hopes of stopping the angry giant that is carrying him. It some what works, the flurry of punches definitely faze the Undisputed International Champion and slow him down a bit. Seconds later however, he throws his entire weight forward and simply slams Elrick back first into the mat with a spine buster that makes every one cringe! The veteran cries out in agony, arching his back in a vain attempt to maybe get it to stop aching and the masked monster partially on top of him just growls in between his panting.

CL: Damn, that sounds like it could’ve crippled Elrick.

CM: Rather ironic wouldn’t it have been? The Career Killer’s career is killed?

JH: Elrick’s got far too much heart to be taken out that easily!

Fun time is clearly over, since the masked monster reaches up and plunges one of his gigantic hands around the throat of his would-be challenger. Clarke hurries over and starts counting as Crackerjack chokes the life out of the much smaller man, ignoring the referee. Upon reaching five instead of calling for the bell Tony actually tries to break the hold himself and threatens Jack with calling for the belt. The champion releases the choke and grumbles as he stomps back up to his feet, pulling Elrick along with him for the ride.

CM: Tony should’ve just called for the bell, easy win for Kiyoshi and Elrick might’ve died. So, it would’ve been a win win situation in my opinion.

JH: That’s horrible! The man is a living human being!

CL: Yeah, if some one hasn’t fucking impaled you by now Chip, I think Elrick deserves to live.

Continuing his stomping, Jack moves to the corner and throws the veteran right into it and quickly throws his entire weight back with an elbow. It clobbers the Career Killer right in the mush and leaves him dazed long enough for him to tag back out to his team mate. The Reject of Rejects looks over his victim and hops up onto the second rope, planting his feet against the foe’s chest and wrapping his hands around the back of his foe’s head. With a simple roll Graver launches Elrick into the air with a monkey flip, sending him crashing into the center of the ring and sitting up to some jeers from the fans.

JH: A relatively agile move from Graver.

CL: And I think that’s about as close to a compliment as he’ll ever get from you.

CM: He’s a hobo, he doesn’t need compliments, he needs plastic bags to crap in and then carry it around in and talk about the bible to.

Nonchalantly he gets back up and walks over to the Career Killer, looking Kiyoshi’s way for a brief moment as he stomps on his opponent. Rolling away from the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac, Elrick starts to get up and this brings about his smaller foe running right at him. Quickly the Reject of Rejects scales up the veteran’s knee and bashes him upside the head with a right meat hook punch! Dropping back down to his feet, Graver pulls the larger man away from the center of the ring and closer to his team’s end of the woods.

CL: Fist of Jupiter!

CM: Who knew hobos could use cell phones, let alone actually wrestle?

JH: It would appear that Crackerjack and Graver have decided to single out Elrick to pick him off.

Placing his hands on the top rope, the Minister of Awesomocity plants his foot against the neck of the veteran and gets him to start kicking and gasping. As Tony starts another desperate count the first time in this match that old smile of Graver’s starts to appear on his face. His eyes twinkling with delight as they reflect the choking Elrick’s attempts to get free, so transfixed on it he hardly notices the referee nearing the dreaded number five. Frantically the Career Killer starts gasping for air and let’s his lungs take it in when Graver releases the choke hold, stepping away from him to get Tony get off his case.

CM: Again they nearly killed Elrick, man, if only they held out a few seconds longer…

JH: This is down right deplorable of those two!

CL: Eh, that’s wrestling Bitchen, get used to it.

Roughly the Reject of Rejects grabs a handful of Elrick’s tights and brings him up to his feet, wrapping one of his arms around his neck in a front chancery. Strange is a good way to describe what happens next, nothing, the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac just stands where he is. Eventually after a few moments of just staring dead at Nakahata he throws his body back for a DDT, except he drives the top of the Career Killer’s skull right into the middle turnbuckle! In mid-rolling out of the ring he tags back in his larger team mate, who once again enters the ring by stepping over the top rope and turns his sight to his foe.

JH: My goodness! Graver damn near compressed Elrick’s neck!

CL: They certainly are doing a good job of trying to cripple him.

CM: Good, I hope he ends up in a wheel chair.

With a gentle motion the FIW Undisputed International Champion places the edge of his boot against the features of the veteran, and scrapes it across. He pulls back gingerly and repeats this process several times, giving Elrick a good ole fashioned face wash of boot scrapes. FIW’s Career Killer is left groaning and gasping as he gropes at his face when the masked monster pulls back, shooting his hands out at once. They wrap around the throat of his smaller opponent and pull him right back up to his feet, leading him away from the corner.

CL: Fuck, Elrick is starting to resemble road kill.

CM: If only, if only…

JH: He seriously needs to try and tag out as soon as he can, he needs time to rest on the outside after this brutal two on one beating.

Guiding him towards the ropes the masked monster gives Elrick a few head butts to ensure he stays obedient to his commands. Each blow to the head causing it to whip about a bit as it lay limp on his shoulders and neck, not even struggling when Jack pushes him towards the ropes. The duo race towards the ropes at a surprisingly fast pace considering it is the larger of the two conducting this little sprint, and they hit them hard. Using his brute strength, Crackerjack goes to yank the Career Killer out from them and chuck him when he gets a kick from to his hands, breaking the hold!

CM: Where the heck did that come from?!

JH: Elrick showing his flexibility by actually reaching up with his leg and kicking himself free!

CL: Run man, run to your corner!

He doesn’t take Constance’s advice and rather starts throwing forearm strikes with all of his heart and power put behind them. Little by little they rock the masked monster and cause him to back track from the ropes in a dazed state, the fans roaring in approval for this. Changing it up, Elrick delivers a rapid fire of tommy gun style back hand chops right across the champion’s chest one after another. With him stumbling about, the veteran takes his opportunity and almost jumps across the ring space dividing them and tags in Nakahata!

JH: Elrick is out to rest, and Kiyoshi is back in!

CL: That was incredible! How’d he fucking pull it off?!

CM: Yay! Some one I actually care about!

For a second time tonight the champion tastes a lariat at the hands of the Judo Sensei that sends him nearly backing into his corner. Spotting Graver already trying to reach over and tag himself in, Kiyoshi zips towards the larger man and sweeps him off his feet with a STO! The fans are entering a mad pace of cheering when he gets up and elbows the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac in the face, sending him flying off of the apron! He turns around and patiently awaits the masked monster as he starts to stir, waiting for some reason.

CL: What the fuck is he waiting for?! Capitalize!

CM: Space Tornado Kiyoshi! Yes!

JH: Bloody hell, he’s covering all his bases, isn’t he?!

Drowsy from all of these head shots, Jack gets up to a kneeling position and barely notices he is being climbed until blood drips down onto his mask. By then it is too late and Nakahata whacks him on the side of his head with a palm strike as the two falls into a heap! Feeding off of these fans and adrenaline, the Yeti gets back up and grabs the FIW Undisputed International Champion while he is crouching down. Carefully he starts bringing him back up to his feet and every fan in the arena knows what he is looking for as he hooks him.

CM: The Shining Samurai!

JH: And it looks like we might just have a White Hole Slam on the way!

CL: It looks like Kiyoshi is pulling out the big guns to finish this as quickly as he can before Graver gets his wits about him!

Only one slight problem with this, Jack starts elbowing the White Haired Warrior upside his head with as much ferocity as he can muster. There are only so many you can handle and soon Nakahata releases the larger man, who turns around and nails perfectly a spinning elbow! Spinning back around Crackerjack sees it didn’t make him leave his feet and goes immediately to lock in the Bonecracker, and gets a head butt for his troubles. Snorting out a mixture of snot and blood, Kiyoshi tackles his larger opponent into a spear and slams him right into his team’s corner.

JH: Hurricane Elbow but Crackerjack fails in the Bonecracker attempt!

CL: Fuck is Kiyoshi insane? The guy’s gonna ruin his nose at this rate.

CM: Insane?! Nay! Awesome?! Darn straight!

A tag later Elrick and Nakahata are pulling the masked monster out of their corner and wrapping one each of their arms around the back of his neck. They throw one of his each over their necks and grab a handful of tights, snapping back as sharply as they possibly can. The duo nearly knocks the boots right off of the champion and Mr. FSC rolls away as the Career Killer floats over and locks in the Pain Killer! Instantly Tony drops down and checks on the two as Kiyoshi is on the watch out for a certain some one to try and break it up.

CL: Shit! Graver better get in the ring if he wants to still win this!

CM: Ah that Kiyoshi, so selfless, doing all that hard work and letting Elrick take the win.

JH: I wouldn’t say it was JUST Kiyoshi that wore Crackerjack down.

Groggy, the Reject of Rejects uses the apron to pull his body back up and stands there for a moment as his brain tries to register every thing. Panicking, Jack tries to with his arm pull the two of them towards the ropes as best as he can and actually succeeds a little bit of the way. Though brilliantly, the veteran lifts up his feet and plants them against the bottom rope, pushing off of it and rolling the two of them away from the ropes. Finally the Minister of Awesomocity realizes what is going on and his eyes glow with a fury, climbing quickly.

CM: Crap! The hobo’s back!

JH: For the last time, he’s not a hobo, he’s been here for over a year now, he is named Gra-

CL: Don’t even bother trying to explain it to him Hitchen.

When they finish their roll they end up right side up, the Career Killer still synching in the hold as tightly as he possibly can and never relieving it. Immediately Kiyoshi notices Graver on the apron and entering the ring, running across the canvas right at him as he steps his foot through. Before the smaller man can even react to this sight, the Judo Sensei lariats him right back over the top rope and tumbles down to the outside with him! Crackerjack roars in a mixture of agony and rage, trying to power out one last time, but fails and reluctantly taps out! Tony Clarke calls for the bell as the man in face paint sitting in the front row looks quite disappointed in this!


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JH: Unbelievable! Do you believe in miracles folks?! Elrick just submitted Crackerjack!

CL: What the fuck is this?! Bizarro world?!

CM: Yay Kiyoshi…and Smellrick won.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by submission…the team of KIIIIIIIYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHIIII NNNNNNNAAAAAAAKAAAAHAAAAAATA~!!! AND~! EEEEELLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIICK~!!!


”Alive and Kicking” blasts over the sound system and the fans greet it with a chorus of cheers, Clarke raising Elrick’s hand as he releases the hold. The Career Killer sits there on his knees, a giant smile on his face as he looks on in disbelief and Kiyoshi enters the ring. Tony raises his hand to and with his free one hand shakes Elrick’s free hand, the two nodding to each other. Quickly Kiyoshi walks to the ropes, exiting the ring as Elrick hops up onto one of the turnbuckles and points out to the crowd to more cheers from them. He hops down and exits the ring too, the two leaving the ringside area by slapping a few fans’ hands and the veteran celebrating with some of them.

CL: I can’t fucking believe it….

CM: Neither can I, but at least Kiy-

JH: What’s Graver doing?!

FIW’s Reject of Rejects enters the ring with a grim look on his face as he waltz towards Crackerjack, who is clutching his aching body. Gingerly he gets up to his feet and the monster turns around to come chest to face with his team mate, who is looking up at him. Some thing leaves Graver’s lips but the music drowns it out, whatever it is, it startles the monster and makes him stumble back in shock. Once again the Minister of Awesomocity’s words are drowned out but the masked monster’s body language seems to relax a bit.

CM: What…is going on?

JH: I…have no idea, Graver looks to be saying some thing to Crackerjack…

CL: Neither of them seem angry…for whatever fucking reason…

Lifting his head up, Graver utters a single word and after a few moments gets a solemn nod from the much larger man. Without warning the UIC drops down to his knees, lowering his masked face while his former team mate walks towards him with a purpose. His hand reaches into his pants and pulls out to a mild gasp from the fans, that same shard of glass he used last week on Phyllis. Calmly the Reject of Rejects stands in front of the masked monster and says some thing, and yet again Jack nods his head to the tinier man.

JH: That’s the shard of glass! What in the world?! Why isn’t Crackerjack stopping him?!

CL: This is making no fucking sense!

CM: Hobo Fight V: For Honor, for glory, for ham sandwiches everywhere!

Twirling the glass in his fingers, the Straight Edge Fuckamaniacs raises his hand over his head and drives it deep down below. There is a slight wince from Crackerjack as glass pierces mask and gradually Graver starts dragging the shard of glass across the mask. Slowly the fans growing into a hushed mummer as he carves into the mask with focus and precision. It doesn’t take him long to finish and when he does, the masked monster stands up…now sporting an X in the forehead of his mask.

CL: What the fuck is with this?! How’d he get that fucking glass shard?! Why that mark?! And why fucking Phyllis and Crackerjack?!

CM: Well…all be it creepy, this time he didn’t force it.

JH: That is a good point, what did he sa-

Before Hitchen can finish that sentence flames explode along ReVolt’s entrance stage and from all four turnbuckles. The lights cut out and are replaced with dark red spot lights that shine into the ring and onto the two men inside of it. Both looking around and seem puzzled by this turn of events, Graver looking to Crackerjack and asking him about it. The larger man shrugs his shoulders and both look towards the ReVolTron as it springs to life…

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With that, the feed fizzles out and leaves us in static…

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