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ReVolt; 09-21-07
Topic Started: Sep 22 2007, 05:13 AM (364 Views)
Kryten 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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Kryten Shards
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JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to FIW ReVolt! I’m your play-by-play commentator Jonathon Hitchen, and as always I’m joined tonight with Constance Loire and Chip Martin.

CL: As always, the pleasure is Chip’s, the only one here who enjoys wrestling because there are men half naked rolling around on a mat all greased up.

CM: While you enjoy watching men sticking large objects in various orifices in the name of sadomasochistic pain known as Horrorcore?

JH: Good to see that we managed to last 7 seconds without homophobic insults.

CM: I’ve nothing against them.

CL: Just something in them…

CM: You know, you’re so uncomfortable about such subjects, people will start to suspect you, Constance.

CL: I’ve got two words for you.

CM: What?

CL: Spine…shatteri…

CM: HOW FUCKING DARE YOU MENTION THAT VILE PIECE OF SHITE!

JH: I have to say, I’m just impressed you’ve gone so long without doing that, Constance.

CM: I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD THAT I’M GOING TO RIP YOUR FUCKING THROAT OUT!

CL: Come on then Chip! You talk all the time, it’s time for you to do something about it!

CM: I…I…I…fuck you, Constance, I’m not going to resort to the barbaric methods of you heroes. I’ll just take a shit in your coffee when your not looking.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to ReVolt!

Crowd pops.

JH: He stole my line…

CL: The audience couldn’t here you, fuck-ear.

CM: Fuck-ear? Another Horrorcore fetish…

MA: The following match has a 15 minute time limit, and is a tag team match. Firstly…

[align=center]As the music starts White flashing lights pan from left to right alternatively to the Riff. “I’m not asking for much” appears on the Screens, Fans become more vocal and a small “Bain” chant can be faintly heard.
“I’m not asking for anything” scrolls across the screen the Music gets loader and just as the Song Kicks in 100% Jay Bain walks into sight through the curtains. Hundreds of White lasers spiral down on Jay Bain and then randomly scan across the fans.
Bain psyched up waves his hands up and down beckoning the crowd to be loud and stand up as in to share this moment, he then paces to the ring with his head down displaying an excited look upon his face and slapping extended hands from the crowd.
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JH: Here they are, part 1 of the two seemingly mix-matched teams tonight.

CM: I heard Priest was a paedo.

JH: Did you? Or did you just hear Phyllis and Colbert say that in their promo.

CM: Explain to my why else he adopted a choir boy before…

CL: These types make me sick…

CM: Religous types?

CL: No, faces.

MA: Making their entrance to the ring, from County Wicklow, Ireland and Hull, East Yorkshire, England respectively, at a total combined weight of 463 pounds, the team of PRRRRRIEST and ONE HUNDRED PERCENT, JAYYYY BAAAIIIINNN!

[align=center]But as soon as he reaches halfway down the ramp, Skillet's "Savior" begins hammering the PA system, as several white clothed druids filter out onto the stage, three a side as they take up positions on either side of the entryway to welcome Priest into the arena, the Irish Warrior of God stepping lightly onto the stage, the lights strobing and blazing all over him as Snowy walks out by his side, smiling approvingly to the crowd while Priest kneels before her, opening his arms and praising her like a revered icon. The two then head down the rampway and once Priest reaches Jay they enter the ring together, Priest lingering on the apron to remove his hood for the crowd while Jay works himself up and starts warming up, Priest joins him in the ring a second or two later and converses about strategy with him while he's removing his robe, the match just about to start.[/align]

CM: Here’s an interesting fact. Did you know Ireland’s not part of England.

JH: Do you mean “not part of the United Kingdom?”

CM: Well of course it’s part of the UK, I was just playing a joke since most of these idiot fans don’t know the difference between England and the UK.

CL: Ireland isn’t part of either, shit-kidney.

CM: Pfft yeah, and Cuba’s not a state.

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

[align=center]Ah Ah
Ah Ah
Ah Ah
Ah Ah
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Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of five people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal...for some random reason... Then, out walks…Phyllis Bathory. He is quickly followed by Sir Colbert Tottington. The crowd boo, though there are some cheers dotted around for Phyllis. Colbert grins, while Phyllis gives his crazed “entrance” look.

JH: If you though Priest and Jay Bain were an odd combination, take a look at these two. Colbert and Phyllis brought together by their desires of gold and success.

CM: A beautiful story that not even Rocky could tell better.

CL: I’m not sure whether this puts Colbert in my bad books or Phyllis in my good books…

MA: And the opponents, weighing 420lbs, from Cambridgeshire, England, and the Grave….apparently…the team of Phyllis “The Vamp” Bathory and Colbert “The Brit” Tottington.

JH: Not even Michael Anderson’s convinced by these two.

Colbert begins to shout some insults at Michael, but obviously Anderson can’t here them. Phyllis starts walking towards the ring, and Colbert soon follows.

[align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire
Fire
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JH: Where’s the General?

Colbert and Phyllis have made it to the ring now and slide in. Michael Anderson has now made it to the outside, but that doesn’t save him from the very evil look from Colbert. Phyllis removes his overcoat, while Colbert goes to the turnbuckle and shouts out insults to the various members of the audience that are too young to understand the phrase “knob jockey”. Just then the camera cuts to show Lord General Mortimer Igneous walking through the chain mail door to get into the announcing area, carrying on his shoulder a gym bag. He walks up to the table and takes a seat in the conveniently placed fourth chair.

JH: Lord General Mortimer Igneous? Have you come to join us commentating?

LG: It would explain the fourth chair, yes.

CM: It is an honour to have you joining us tonight, sir.

LG: Thank you, Chip. Not only have I come to join you commentating, but I’ve brought you all gifts.

CL: What gifts?

LG: Colbert thinks that just because he’s teamed with Phyllis doesn’t mean things will change. So I’m here to deliver suitable gifts. For Chip, I have a Botox-Party kit.

CM: Aww how did you know?

CL: For the love of Jeebus, what did you get me.

LG: A Peruvian shrunken head.

CL: Wow that’s…pretty awesome.

JH: And me?

LG: Hmm this Polly Pocket set…not sure what it’s for but Colbert assured me you’d love it.

Sniggers are heard from both Constance and Chip.

JH: Typical…

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Priest and Colbert are in there respective corners, while Phyllis and Bain stare off at each other. Richard Kelly signals for the bell.

[align=center]DING
DING
DING
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Phyllis and Jay Bain started to circle each other.

JH: One’s a young rookie, the other’s still learning moves.

CM: Which one’s which?

LG: Which one’s on Colbert’s team again?

CL: The gothic pussy.

LG: Yeah. He’s the good one.

JH: Didn’t expect that one…

The two suddenly run towards each other and lock up. Phyllis, the less knowledgeable of the two wrestling wise, attempts to get Jay Bain into a hammerlock, but Bain just starts hit Phyllis in the face until he lets go. Jay gives a cocky grin with the crowd cheer, while Phyllis steps back, looking insulted and confused. Colbert shouts some encouragement (or advice) to Phyllis. Sadly though, this distracts the vampire more than focuses him, giving Jay time to suddenly charge at Phyllis. Bathory turns around just in time to see Jay right in front of him. Phyllis quickly dodges out of the way, and Jay runs straight into Colbert’s elbow. As Jay stumbles backwards and Phyllis quickly gets Jay in a school boy roll up.

[align=center]ONE….

TW…

KICKOUT!
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JH: Not even close.

LG: Then why is the paedo in the ring?

Sure enough, Priest had already gotten himself into the ring to break up the pin, which makes Richard Kelly quickly jump into play. He tries to get Priest to get back to the outside, who does so very willingly. Sadly though, as always, the referee has to make sure the wrestler makes it all the way back to the corner and still wants to talk, which allows Colbert to get involved in the match. Quickly Colbert gets in and grabs the rising Jay Bain in a headlock. Colbert signals with his head to Phyllis and Bathory grabs the head of Bain as well, allowing the two to suddenly drive Jay’s head into the mat for a double DDT. Colbert then quickly runs and slides under the bottom rope. Priest begins to shout at Kelly about the goings on in the ring. Richard turns to spot Phyllis standing above a grounded Jay Bain. As Kelly turns, Colbert comes behind Priest and pulls his legs from under him. The Catholic Warrior’s head bounces off the apron as his feet fall to the floor, and he falls backwards into Colbert who locks on a Full Nelson. Colbert then does a forwards Russian leg sweep, allowing Priest’s face to once again be introduced to the side of the ring.

JH: What uncalled for shots by Colbert!

CM: They were called for.

LG: He’s simply doing the job the police don’t have the evidence to do.

CL: He’s going to make him bleed at this rate.

LG: That’s the plan.

CL: Heh…after Nightmare’s eary incident, I think I’m going to see a lot of violence tonight just to keep me going.

In the ring Jay holds his head on the floor, while Phyllis looks on rather pleased with himself. He begins to stomp on the grounded Englishman. He eventually gets bored, and grabs Jay’s hair pulling him up. Jay suddenly gets a thumb to Phyllis’ eye, and heads towards his corner, only to turn around and find Colbert Tottington stand where Priest was last time he checked. Colbert grins largely to Jay who looks completely confused, as does referee Richard Kelly. As Phyllis turns back around he walks into a series of punches from the more angered Phyllis Bathory. The Vampiric Warrior starts firing shots at Jay Bain. On the outside however, Priest has once again risen, holding his head while looking at Colbert Tottington angrily. He grabs the feet of Colbert and pulls him down just like Tottington did before. Now, it’s Colbert’s face that bounces off the apron, followed by him being Irish whipped into the guard rail. Priest, happy with the work done, climbs back onto the apron. In the ring however, Phyllis continues the punches, then with Jay against the ropes, Irish whips him across. On the rebound however, Jay hit’s a flying forearm, knocking Phyllis down. The crowd pop, as Jay nips up onto his feet. He suddenly hears the voice of Priest calling him, to see his tag team partner has once again returned to his correct corner. Jay quickly walks over and tags in the Irishman, causing an even louder crowd cheer. Meanwhile the camera cuts to Colbert picking himself up off the guard rail to see that sitting in the front row behind him is a Jewish Rabbi, a Muslim Sheikh and a Buddhist Monk. Colbert, instead of being confused by this very strange sight, just grins.

CL: What is this? Priest’s appreciation club?

LG: In fact it’s quite the opposite. I invited these three gentlemen, since they all wrote angered letters about Priest. I figured a front row seat might help them see what he’s really about.

CM: Being a kiddy-loving, over-the-top walking stereotype, while at the same time being the complete opposite of a Priest?

LG: Exactly.

Priest climbs into the ring. Him and Jay walk over to Phyllis, to return the favour of Colbert's and Phyllis' double team before. Phyllis slowly gets up, to get face to face with Priest and Jay. Phyllis panicks and quicky tries to hit Bain, but Jay ducks under it and grabs Phyllis in a full nelson. The crowd cheer on as Priest takes a few steps back in preparation for a lariat. Phyllis struggles, then suddenly spots Colbert climbing into Priest's corner. Priest suddenly bursts into speed, charging towards Phyllis, when suddenly the vampire slips free. He dives out of the way, as Jay Bain is hit full force with the lariat. He goes swinging to the floor as Phyllis runs to make the tag to Colbert. For some reason, Richard Kelly allows this even though he's not in the right corner.

CM: God Priest's an idiot!

JH: How can Richard Kelly allow Colbert to be tagged in, he's not even in his corner!

LG: When you've got hair that good, who cares?

Priest is too worried about his downed partner to notice the charging Colbert Tottington. He turns around, just to walk straight into a Spear.

LG: RELEASE THE HOUNDS!

JH: It's my job to call out the moves! Everyone's stealing my Goddamn lines...

Priest is driven into the mat, as Phyllis regains himself. He turns around to see Colbert getting up, followed by noticing the stirring Jay Bain. The two walk over to him and pick him up. Colbert says something to Phyllis, then the two Irish Whip him towards the ropes. As he comes back, he is raised in the air by both men who lift him above their heads, then drop him in a flapjack. As he hits the floor, the two men drop down and elbow his back. They get up and grin at eachother, while Richard Kelly tries to regain order. Phyllis makes his way back to his teams original corner, as Jay Bain rolls out of the ring in pain. Colbert walks over to Priest who still hasn't stirred. God's Most Blessed Smeg Head holds his stomach on the mat, while Colbert looms over him. He slowly bends over and picks up Priest. He the grabs him and quickly snapmares him over into the centre of the ring. As Priest sits up from the momentum, he's locked into a rear chinlock. Colbert wraps his hands around the chin of the Irish Immigrant and pushes his knee into Priest's back, pulling on his neck.

CL: Eurgh, technical wrestling now.

CM: Come on, don't think of it as a depressing submission as much as a chance to watch a long-term amount of pain admitted to Priest.

CL: I still want to see a very quick amount of pain given to Priest, caused by a bullet.

Priest face shows him trying to fight the pain, while Colbert grits his teeth. Jay calls out to Priest, trying to cheer him on, but as of this time it's having no effect. Phyllis just watches on, faintly smiling. The crowd slowly start to build up, chanting for Priest. This apparantly gives the Sin-free Saint the energy he needs. He starts to lift his arms, possibly to get more chanting from the crowd. They somewhat respond, getting louder. Priest begins to get his way out of it, getting up no matter how muc Colbert tries fighting it. Priest gets to one foot, then the other, while Colbert keeps his arms around his head. Priest then hits one elbow to Colbert's stomach, followed by another, loosening the Knight's grip. Then, in retaliation Colbert hits an elbow on the back of Priest's head. Priest goes stumbling back. He looks up just in time to get hit square on the jaw by a Roundhouse Kick, sending Priest reeling through the ropes, to the outside. Jay Bain quickly runs in to get Colbert, but Phyllis also jumps in and runs at Bain, mauling him down to the ground in a kind of tackle. Colbert gets his breath and sees that Phyllis is taking care of the Bain situation, allowing Colbert to take care of Priest. He goes to the outside, where Priest is attempting to get up. He gets to a verticle base, to get punched in the face by Colbert once, then twice. The second time causes him to go reeling around collapse against the barrier, only to allow the Rabbi that was sitting in the first row to slap him across the face!

JH: That Rabbi just slapped Priest across the face!

LG: Worthy every penny!

CL: Nothing better than a bit of religous tensions with your violence.

Richard Kelly is too busy trying to separate Phyllis from Jay, who appears to now be trying to bit Bain's neck, to notice the outside interference. Priest swings around again from the slap to walk straight into Colbert hitting a hard Snap Piledriver into the outside mats. Colbert gets up as the crowd boos, grinning yet again. Phyllis gets up, as does Jay Bain. Richard Kelly gets out of the way of the two, just to allow Phyllis to clothesline Jay to the outside, by Colbert. Tottington bends down and picks up the now weak Priest. He rolls Priest into the ring, making it seem like Colbert and Phyllis swapped who they fight. Jay Bain slowly gets up, while Priest stirs in the ring. Bain turns around to get caught with a Running STO from Colbert.

LG: Tally Hoe!

CM: I love it when the English say that...

Phyllis meanwhile gets to the second rope of the turnbuckle, watching Priest slowly attempt to get to his feet. Colbert gets up, and gets into the ring. As Priest gets to a vertical base, holding his head, Phyllis jumps through the air and punches Priest in the face with his Vampire Bat finisher. As Priest falls to the floor again, Colbert jumps on suddenly and locks in the Anaconda Vice. Priest starts to scream with pain. Jay Bain is still on the floor outside, as Priest finds there's no option but to tap.

[align=center]DING
DING
DING
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CM: Colbert and Phyllis win with a Vampire Bat and a Best of British!

LG: And that ladies and gentlemen, is team work.

JH: An impressive, if not questionable in places, victory for Phyllis and Colbert. Did Bathory impressive Colbert enough to make this a permanent team?

CL: If it does, I need to see some more fucking gore.

LG: I will bid you adieu, I take my leave.

CM: Thanks for the gifts Lord General!

Colbert unlocks the Anaconda Vice and gets up. He looks across to Phyllis Bathory and grins. Phyllis now begins to smile too, as Colbert's music begins to play. On the outside, Jay Bain begins to get up.

MA: Here are your winners, the team of Colbert Tottington and Phyllis Bathory.

Colbert and Phyllis make their way out of the ring, as Jay slowly slides in, holding his head in pain. He walks over and checks on Priest, getting no response. The General meets Colbert and Phyllis on the ramp in the middle, and raises both of their hands in victory, as the crowd boo.

JH: That match certainly gives us some interesting results.

CL: Like the fact you've actually been fiddling with that Polly Pocket?

JH: Shut up! I was just seeing if it breakable! Let's go to a break....

The scene cuts away as a very quick flash of static shoots across the screen before cutting to black. Following this, the image comes back and we now see the same image we were left with last week that preceded the “Gates Shall Open” video. That is the image with a child sobbing and huddled in a corner of a darkened, barren room. This time though, the video’s picture is now wavy and distorted and the clip being shown extends beyond where it cut off last week. This time the image pans forward toward the child and the sobs are far more audible than before. Together with this we hear the same line that was spoken in the previous video spoken again.

Voice: Forsaken as a child…by those who gave me life…an air of innocence now permanently vanquished. Soon redemption will be mine…I will be forsaken no longer!

The scene cuts to black but doesn’t stay that way for long. After a brief second, the resounding beeping of a heart monitor echoes and on the screen we now see an image of what looks like a hospital. The perspective seems as though it emanates from a gurney or one of the hospital beds. Our view is confined solely to the ceiling of the building and the railings of the bed as well as the heart monitor at the top left of the screen. The gruff voice begins to speak again.

Voice: Why is it that a once blessed soul has now become the permanently forsaken? Sunday, the thirtieth day of September of two thousand and seven, the abused will become the abuser, the tormented will become the tormenter.

The screen cuts away now to an image of the inside of a church, a crucifix centered within view as the gruff voice continues on.

Voice: Strength grows with unity…unity builds through purpose. The sins of the masses opposing the forsaken with their own unity have become our purpose. It will be on this day when those that have sinned will beg for mercy and absolution. But penance will only be theirs at a very steep price. By the flesh of my flesh…and the blood…of my blood…the forsaken will once again become the blessed...and “The Fallen” will soon rise again.

As this last line is spoken we see those same words written across the screen and we are left with this view for a few seconds before the image finally cuts away.
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MA: The following Tag Team contest is scheduled for One Fall, to a Fifteen Minute Time Limit!!!

[align=center]I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth again
I am getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to never tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)
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MA: Introducing first, from Shelton Connecticut; weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Thirty Three pounds… Rory Von DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

The speakers burst with vibration as Rory Von D, makes her way out onto the stage to a crowd full of jeers. She stands on the stage for a few seconds before making her way down the few steps onto the walkway with one thing on her mind and that is ass kicking. She makes it to the ring and she slides right into the ring with her hands in the air as her music cuts down and she waits impatiently for her opponent.

[align=center]La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right!
La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right!

The lights dim throughout the arena as Kanye repeats the lines accapella. He receives a mixed reaction throughout the arena as Shaun's music blasts. Shaun slowly steps out the curtains and stops right above the stairs.

I Had A Dream I Can Buy My Way To Heaven, When I Woke I Spent That On A Necklace.
I Told God I'll Be Back In A Second, Man It's So Hard Not To Act Reckless!


Shaun stares cockily at the crowd into the arena. He crosses both of his arms as white pyro rains down from the Revoltrons behind him. Once the pyro stops raining Shaun slowly takes off his hood and smirks as he jogs down the stairs. He nods his head to the song as he walks slowly down the aisleway. Clips of Shaun in action plays on the ReVoltrons.

I Feel The Pressure, Under More Scrutiny
And What I Do? Act More Stupidly!


Shaun nears the ring and takes off his hoodie and slings it into the nearby audience. Shaun continues to lip synch the words as he takes a couple of steps and hops up on the ring apron. Shaun turns and raises both arms in the air leaning on the top ropes. After taunting the crowd more he walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it.

So If The Devil Wear Prada, Adam & Eve Wears Nada
I'm In Between, But Way More Fresher.
With Way Less Effort, Cuz When You Try Hard.......That's When You Die Hard!
Your Homies Looking Like Why God, When They Reminisce Over You My God!


The beat breaks down as the woman continues her chant as Shaun is perched above the top rope. He taps his chest and raises his arms still talking trash to him. Shaun finally climbs down and adjusts his wrestling gear.

Excuse Iz You Saying Something?
Un Uh You Can't Tell Me Nothing!
(Ha Ha) You Can't Tell Me Nothing!


La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right!
La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right!

Shaun bounces around the ring and gets ready for his opponents.
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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.
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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, to say nothing of her recently arrived partner, who has slipped in as un-noticed as ever, and looks rather unimpressed with her entrance.

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

And we are away, with the Hellcats going at it Tooth and Nail at the top of the match, and it soon becomes apparent that everyone’s favourite stripping klutz is getting the better of proceedings, with a rather loose, uncontrolled flurry of slaps at RVD. The actual brawler seems to have no real answer for and of this, and is forced back, over the outstretched leg of Daisuke Tanaka.

JH: Well that didn’t take long…

CL: For Daisuke to start cheating, or for Rory to get dropped?

JH: Both, I suppose…

Rory trips, stumbles, and falls back to her corner where Shaun Wilson tags himself in, and gets ready to try to live up to his self appointed title “The African American Whoop-Ass Machine.” His first act is to climb the ropes, and tag Roxie in the face with a Dropkick off the top! A quick cover follows

[align=center]One!

Kick Out, Just as Quick!![/align]


Both are quick enough to make it to their feet immediately, and dropkick each other for good measure. Reluctant applause follows, nobody in this match is particularly well liked by the crowd, but at least they can appreciate athleticism. Well, Roxie’s the lone face, but she has been up to some heelish stuff post match recently, which has cooled their enthusiasm on that score. Anyhow, this is just rambling to distract from the stare-down going on in the ring.

JH: And look how quickly this promising start comes grinding to a halt: Daisuke tags himself in.

CL: It could be worse, at least Von Drachma hasn’t been tagged in yet.

Daisuke steps into the ring, and as Wilson charges in, rolls away down onto one knee check his belt. Wilson rounds on him, talking smack as Daisuke just motions to give him some room while he sorts his attire. The Crow has to swat a boot out of the way of his face, and takes a second roll out to the side; politely asking Ref. Menendez to get Wilson to give him some room. She obliges, but Wilson isn’t happy either, so she tries to get Daisuke to hurry up. He doesn’t want to. This is, of course all a ruse to wind Shaun Wilson up, but it seems to be working, and eventually whatever composure evaporates in the form of running boot to the chest! This sends Tanaka rolling away, this time out of the ring, where Mr. Blond lobbies on his behalf for a moment to fix his belt.

JH: Maybe Daisuke is all style and no substance, something you’d know all about, Chip.

CM: Why should a man with the discerning taste of Daisuke Tanaka care about wasting any time with this ghetto punk?

CL: Are you angling for a free trip to the Seventh Gate with all of this?

A sheepish nod from Chip Martin indicates that this is the case. He quickly brushes it off, but we have a match to get to, and I’m wasting enough time as it is. So is Mr. The Crow, so I suppose at least I’m being consistent. Hopping up on the apron, Wilson charges through the referee with a shoulder block which sends Daisuke jumping back off, complaining a little more. He jumps up again, and the same thing happens. This time is different; Sunset Flip over the top rope from Daisuke; Shaun tries to block it holding onto the ropes, but the Hairspray burns his eyes!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kick Out!!![/align]


Hold on, Hairspray? That surely couldn’t have come from Mr. Blond on the outside, could it? I mean, he is currently using a can of hairspray in his efforts to keep his quiff at maximum height and shape, but he wouldn’t… Would he? Ref. Menendez wants to know if he would, allowing Daisuke the chance to send a knee in a little too close to what they call the ‘Vital Parts’ and drag him away to his corner. Roxie tags in after her eyes flit past the man in the face-paint in the front tow, to the second row where Louie looks on.

CM: Oh look, the Roxie Family are here.

JH: They look… They look like nice enough people…

CL: I wonder if I’d need to pay them to break Chip’s legs or if they’d do it for free…

Oh yeah, there are the others Joey and Alfredo, who are ecstatic about their girl getting her chance to shine. Louie doesn’t seem quite so pleased, especially when she stumbles into a backhand slap from Wilson, but still no emotion is betrayed. Still no sign of any kind of regard for his sister shows when she slaps him right back! Well, Shaun Wilson isn’t going to take that lying down and Belly-to-Belly Suplexes her over! He might have an advantage to work with if he wasn’t so busy telling Daisuke how scared that he [Daisuke] is scared of him [Wilson.] So busy in fact, that he doesn’t notice the Enzui-giri arrive to the back of the head!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kick Out at 2.7!!![/align]


A near fall from the jumping boot to the back of the head! On his way back to the corner, he gives the not very stoned RVD the finger and catches a boot to the ribs from Roxie, hefting up for some weird gutbustery thing!

JH: Should Have Ducked!!!

CM: Who Should Have Ducked??? Is this like that bloody Space Tornado?

CL: At least he didn’t call it the Should Of Ducked, that’d be a nonsensical name And bad English.

Unfortunately, that move isn’t much good for Shaun while still trying to recover from a kick to the brain-pan, and his spurned partner has the chance to tag in, with a slightly ferocious slap to the face. Wilson Slaps her right back, but is told to return to the corner where he belongs. Across the ring, Blondie rolls in and drags Roxie back to the Boss, who tags himself in.

JH: Not this Smeg Head again…

CM: Oh shut up, you, you… You Crypto-Fascist!!!

Rory Von Dragula charges across the ring, eager to prove whatever it is she wants to prove, but a well placed foot to the kneecap bowls her over. Daisuke makes for an LHK, but quickly decides otherwise.

CL: I suppose kicking her in the teeth is just too much effort…

CM: Well, if you’re going to have someone graft a poisonous mist gland into your mouth, you may as well use it.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three!!!

DINGDINGDING!!![/align]


MA: Here are your winners, by pinfall, the team of Daisuke Tanaka and ROOOOOXIIIIIEEEE GAAAAALAAAAANOOOOO-

Mike Anderson is cut off; the mist and the La Mart was enough to finish the match, but the fun isn’t over just yet. Shaun Wilson is right up in Daisuke’s face as he lets the referee raise his hand. Tanaka shows no sign of caring either way, and is only slightly bemused when an irate Roxie Galanoochie knocks Michaela Menendez to the ground. Wilson joins in with a good kicking to the ribs of RVD sending her packing as Tanaka shows off his mist stained teeth to the unnecessary brutality unfolding before him. He and Mr. Blond leave, smiling under the X pyro going over the stage in time for the chorus of his theme…

We cut away from ReVolt to find ourselves outside the Indiana University Hospital on the campus of IU. Why we're here? You know, we're not really sure. Until of course we hear a voice-over belonging to FIW's own Toby Bostock, talking in that very frank news reporter-y voice.

Toby Bostock: "FIW, welcome to Indianapolis, Indiana. Earlier today I taped a segment interviewing the former Slam! World Heavyweight Champion, Nightmare, fresh off of his no disqualification match with Crackerjack where, yes, his ear WAS severed from his head during the match. Unfortunately his ear could not be saved, which leaves Nightmare utterly deaf on his right side, but the fortunate thing is that the Prince of Pain is alive and well for the most part, as you'll see in this special interview he gave me after surgery ended a few hours ago.

[align=center]PRE-TAPED SEGMENT[/align]

We now cut to a scene where we are inside a stark grey-and-white hospital room staring into the Prince of Pain's mug, who has a thick black set of stitches covering the right side of his face where his ear used to be. Nightmare's still not a very pretty sight as he has some dried blood left over from the nasty gash caused by his trip into the steel bolt. A huge bandage also covers that gash too, finally some bandages are covering his upper body since he took a whomping on his ribs, too--it's safe to say the Prince of Pain took a monumental beating trying to win the International Title.

TB: "Nightmare, thank you so much for your time. The first thing I want to ask is how are you taking the reaction from FIW management, the message that they will not allow you to answer Crackerjack's open challenge to face him for the International Championship?"

Nightmare obviously is in a rotten mood, considering his eyes just hardened very quickly the second Bostock mentioned such a thing. He rubs a hand across his throat and then speaks up, his tone sharp but hollow considering the damage to his ribs is making it hard to talk loudly.

Nightmare: "I think to be honest, it's bullshit that FIW will not let me wrestle because of a couple injuries that I suffered last week. Yeah, I got cut open pretty bad when Crackerjack sent me to the steel ringpost, but do you see me whining to management, saying I need a band-aid for my boo-boo? Fuck that. They oughta thank their lucky stars I was hardly conscious when they loaded me onto that stretcher. Yeah, I got my ear taken off in that match too, I know Hitchen had a coronary when he saw I lost it but honestly, I'll live. Pain like that comes with the territory. I've been gettin' the hell beat out of me for four plus years, Toby, you think I'm gonna' bitch because somebody finally lopped my ear off? No. That ain't the right way. You don't sit and bitch just cause somebody cut you open, or cut a peice of you off, you put yourself back together and come back and fuck him up worse when you get ahold of him. And you can be rest assured anyway that when I'm out of this hospital, when the FIW brass considers me 'fit to compete', I'm coming RIGHT. FOR. CRACKERJACK. I don't give a shit if he's defending his title when I come back, I don't give a shit if he's in for the fight of his life, I am going to be up in his grill day in and day out until I prove that I am ready to face him again."

Toby looks and sounds a little confused now as he asks another question, Nightmare still rubbing a hand on his throat, coughing very slightly as he listens, the damaged ribs attributing to that.

TB: "You are willing to face Crackerjack again even after the damage you've suffered already? Many wrestling critics say another match with Crackerjack could very well end your career."

This gets Nightmare visibly upset, not boo-hoo upset but grr-kill-you upset, as he looks like he wants to rise out of his bed and throttle Toby but contains himself.

Nightmare: "Now, look, Toby, those wrestling critics, those guys writing for the magazines, those guys writing the blogs on the Internet--have they ever been in a wrestling ring? Have they ever gone through the kind of damage I have gone through in my career? No. They honestly arent affecting me with what they're saying about 'oh, this could be Nightmare's last match' because I've been hearing and reading that for months now, and honestly I'm sick of it. I am not going down, Toby, I'm not gonna' go down in ignominous defeat. I've got money to pay for the best doctors in the world, I've got a whole weight room to help me work out and get back in fighting shape, what I want to do, what is going to happen, is that I am going to go out of FIW on top of the world. Whether that's with my family around me, the Dual Crown titles in my hands, or both...I don't know. I can't say. But you can bet your ass, Toby, that nobody's stopping me until I go out the way I wanna' go out."

He's not done talking yet, as he now has that look in his eyes, that look of cold, ice-cold hatred as he goes back to our masked International Champion.

Nightmare: "Least of all, that monster Crackerjack. I've come to understand that Ash Koopa will be facing him tonight at ReVolt. All I'm going to say to you and the rest of FIW right now is that Crackerjack better be looking over that big shoulder of his, because like I said when I get back, I'm coming for him. I have more now to fight for besides Elrick, besides the International title...I have my own payback to gain. My own revenge to exact, and I'll be DAMNED if I am prevented from getting it by whatever means necessary. These fans are still calling for Crackerjack's blood, Toby, and I've got to answer their call. Every single one of those great fans that sent me their wishes in accordance with Grant Rice's request, every one of 'em called for me to bust Crackerjack's skull open, to make him bleed, make him hurt twice as much as he made me hurt. I have to answer that call, Toby. I have to. I have already let them down by getting hurt like this, and you can assure that that's not happening again, now or ever in the future. Is that all you got?"

TB: "Now,uhm...Yes. Actually, that is. I need to be back on site for ReVolt, once again, thank you so much for your time."

Nightmare just nods, that look of cold fury unsettlingly never leaving his face as Toby sends it back to the announce desk.

JH: That was...wow. Crackerjack may very well regret the horrific injuries he inflicted on the Prince of Pain.

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


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

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


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

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from the streets of New York City... the Undisputed International Champion... CRRRRACKERJACK!!!

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


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

The PA system kicks into life as the opening chords of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones echoes across the arena. Rising to their feet, the fans turn their attention toward the stage as the house lights turn to a bright shade of red. After a few seconds, 'The KoopaManiac' Ash Koopa steps through the gateway onto the stage playing in tune with the music on his air guitar. Reaching the edge of the stage, Ash pauses for a second and looks around the arena, then quickly makes his way down the steps whilst pointing out at the fans. Singing along with the lyrics of his entrance theme, Ash strolls along the aisle and slaps hands with the fans on either side as he makes his way toward the ringside area. As he reaches the ring, Ash veers left and begins scanning the crowd, before removing his headband and placing it on the head of a child in the front row.

MA: And his opponent! From Reading, England... ASH! KOOOOOPAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Quickly bounding up the steps, Ash makes his way along the apron and ducks down to enter the ring between the top and middle ropes. Facing the main camera, Ash steps up to the ropes and begins posing for the fans, then fires off a thumbs up, before turning and stretching against the ropes as he waits for the match to begin.

[align=center]Dingdingdingdingding![/align]

JH: And this match is underway!

Ash starts off with an attempt to lariat Crackerjack’s head off, but ‘Jack’s wise to this game and sidesteps, laying out an arm of his own. Ash HANGS himself on Crackerjack’s forearm!

CM: Looks like he learned his lesson from Nightmare last week.

CL: You know Nightmare, always happy to lend an ear and help out the younger wrestlers.

JH: That’s just wrong!

Ash shakes his head and picks himself up off the canvas. He points at Crackerjack, yelling, so Crackerjack just grabs his finger and crushes it. Ash dances for a moment with his finger in Crackerjack’s grasp before charging forward with a STRONG axe bomber to the face that staggers Crackerjack and causes him to release Ash’s digit.

JH: Ash Bomber, square to Crackerjack’s sternum!

Ash shakes the pain out of his hand and takes a few steps back before SLAMMING into Crackerjack with another Ash Bomber!

JH: The Koopamaniac is really trying to take Crackerjack off his feet.

CM: Well, of course, Hitchen. Big guy, vertical base, tree trunk legs, yadda yadda.

Crackerjack stumbles even more into the ropes and Ash makes a HUUUUGE charge, winding up his fist for a blow that never comes as Crackerjack leans down and LIFTS Ash over his head and out of the ring!

CL: By Minerva, what a back body drop!

JH: Ash really got launched, there!

J.J. keeps a few feet away from the ropes, but begins his count as Ash stirs outside the ring.

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!
[/align]

Crackerjack steps toward the opposite ropes and leans against them, watching Ash as he stumbles to his feet.

[align=center]THREE!

FOUR!!
[/align]

Ash finally finds his toes and turns to the ring, only to see Crackerjack’s size 16s sliding out from the bottom rope to meet his lips!

CM: BASEBALL SLIDE FROM HEEEELLLL!!!

JH: Ash Koopa just had some amateur dentistry!

The momentum takes Crackerjack outside as well, and J.J. is forced to restart his count.

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!
[/align]

Crackerjack gets to his feet and drags Ash by the hair to his. Crackerjack shoves him away and ROCKS Ash in the face with a huuuuuuuge fist that sends the fans booing!

[align=center]THREE!

FOUR!!
[/align]

Crackerjack holds Ash by the top of the head to keep him steady and rears back another fist. He SMASHES his knuckles across Ash’s cheekbones and the fans seem horrified!

JH: Ash is not looking good. Crackerjack has a great advantage here, and if he keeps up those ham-fisted haymakers--

CL: Hey now. Keep that up and I’ll have to bend Nightmare’s ear on a little issue called copyright infringement.

JH: Would you stop it!

[align=center]FIVE!!

SIX!!
[/align]

The fans at ringside start chanting.

[align=center]ASH! ASH! ASH! ASH! [/align]

Crackerjack looks out over the crowd, then turns back to his work to FEED A KNUCKLE SANDWICH TO ASH’S MUSH!! Crackerjack lets go and the Koopamaniac drops to his knees.

[align=center]ASH! ASH! ASH! ASH! [/align]

Ash shakes his head from side to side, and starts to rise!

[align=center]SEVEN!!!

ASH! ASH! ASH! ASH!

EIGHT!!!
[/align]

Ash gets to his feet, shaking his fists wildly. Crackerjack takes a step back in surprise as Ash JAMS the finger into his face!

[align=center]YOU![/align]

Crackerjack attempts another haymaker, but Ash catches it and PUMMELS Crackerjack with an inspired series of forearms, pushing the big man backward!

[align=center]NINE!!

TEN!!
[/align]

JH: RIGHT FOREARMS! RIGHT FOREARMS!!

CL: Oh, please…

Ash runs back and then forth again to gain momentum for a third Ash Bomber that NEVER SEES THE LIGHT OF DAY AS CRACKERJACK CATCHES HIM AND SLAMS HIS FACE INTO THE STEEL STAIRS AT RINGSIDE!!

CM: Ooooooh, and that’s how you stop the sweet chuggin’ train of success.

[align=center]ELEVEN!!

TWELVE!!
[/align]

JH: They’d better get back inside the ring before J.J. disqualifies them both!

Crackerjack grunts and hefts Ash by the torso into a gorilla press. He holds him there for a moment, testing his weight, before TOSSING HIM UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE, INTO THE RING!!!

JH: GOOD GOD! THE STRENGTH! THE POWER!!!

CL: Might as well call the bell now, Ash is done. Stick a fork in him--what the fuck!?

Over the barricades hops another, smaller Cracklerjack with a long black metal rod in his hands! The fans pop loudly, covering the deafening crack as Mini-Jack JABS Crackerjack in the chest with the stick! Crackerjack convulses and shakes, and the mysterious attacker rolls him inside the ring and drops to a crouch, JUST as J.J. turns away from checking on Ash.

JH: Who the hell was that, and what the hell did he just do!?

CM: It’s Crackerjack’s evil, miniature twin!

CL: … and I think he just zapped ‘Jack with a fucking cattle prod!

J.J. kneels and checks on Crackerjack, who is not at all responding. He then turns to Ash who has made it to his feet once more. Ash sees the downed ‘Jack, heaves him to his feet and applies a full nelson. Ash jumps, and DRIVES CRACKERJACK’S ASS INTO THE CANVAS!!

JH: AK-75!!!

CL: WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!?!

Ash rolls overtop the still and silent Crackerjack and J.J. drops to count the pin.

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!!


DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align]

CL: I don’t believe it…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… ASH! KOOOOOOPAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

CM: Ass nuggets! Who the hell was that masked man!?

JH: I think we’re about to find out!

The smaller Crackerjack trots over to the timekeeper’s table and snatches up the UIC, carrying it into the ring. J.J. looks a bit shocked and his eyes flick to the man in the red coat in the first row, then back to the scene at hand. The copycat Crackerjack tears off his mask to reveal none other than… CHRIS ELRICK!!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!!

CL: Oh, gay. It’s Elrick.

Elrick bends down low and waves the title in Crackerjack’s face before setting it lightly on his chest. He shouts in Crackerjack’s face “It’s just you and me at Blessed and Forsaken! Just YOU! And ME!

JH: This is incredible! I just don’t believe it! It’s like a dream!

CL: Oh how I wish it were…

Roxie stands in the backstage halls looking beyond the camera. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head a little before stepping forward putting on her best smile. Though fake as it is, it'll take a real pro to see through it. I mean c'mon, the woman's a stripper! It's her job to throw hopeful smiles toward the drunks.

Roxie: Hey...Hutch!

Hutch quickly turns around from the snapple counter. With a bottle in hand, Hutch smiles back at Roxie and twists the cap off before taking a short drink. He doesn't say anything until Roxie fully approaches him stopping just a few feet away. It's obvious that she isn't really into the whole situation, but she tries her best to not run away.

Hutch: Oh...hey. Hey, it's you! ...Roxie! Yea, hey, what's up?

Roxie: Well...

Hutch: Well that's a pretty stupid question isn't it? I mean we both know why you're here. It's because I'm here.

Roxie: Exactly, listen I...ugh...

The realization of her reason for being there suddenly seems a lot darker as her shoulders slump down along with the rest of her body. She manages to stand up right, just not as straight. This is where her friendship for Eliza really kicks in.

Roxie: I...I need your number.

Roxie looks away for a moment as Hutch just stands there for a moment, his eyes start to brighten up. It isn't Rebecca, but it's still an obvious hit on. Hutch smiles and places his snapple on the table.

Hutch: Sure. I didn't think you missed me this much. And I surely didn't think that you'd take my comment last week seriously.

Hutch pats his shirt with both hands looking for both something to write with or even on. Even a marker to use on her chest would work. Hutch can only laugh a little more as he continues to find a pen or something.

Hutch: I can't believe it.

Roxie: It's not for me.

Too bad it was a mutter because Hutch doesn't hear that. And even if it wasn't, would he still have even heard it?

Hutch: I knew I was smooth, but wow. I guess I can butter anyone's bread.

Roxie shakes her head. Convincing him otherwise would drive the conversation on, something she's not intending to do. Besides, it's for Eliza. Therefore, Roxie sticks around trying her best not to tear that smug little grin off of Hutch's face. Finally, Hutch finds something and begins writing his number down. He takes his time putting a good effort into each number. When he's finished, he looks up.

Hutch: Here ya...go?

Shawni: What's this?

Shawni takes hold of the small piece of paper and looks at it for a little while until she just raises her eye brows and tosses it back at Hutch.

Shawni: Whatever. Where did Roxie go? I heard she was looking for...Hush? Butch? Whatever her name is, do you know where I can find either?

Hutch is a little speechless for a moment, he's still wondering just who this lady is to give her the obvious answer. Hearing nothing, Shawni just rolls her eyes and turns to start walking away.

Shawni: Oh my god! Are people here so moronic they can't answer anything?

Shawni continues grumbling to herself as she continues down the hall leaving Hutch in silence still holding onto the slip of paper that is slowly pulled from his fingertips. Feeling this, Hutch looks at his hand and turns around to spot Roxie walking down the other end of the hall.

Hutch: What...was that about?

Hutch turns back to his Snapple.

Hutch: Can you believe she didn't know who I was? Some people only think about themselves, they really do.

The man at the bar smiles and nods. From his expression, we imagine he's been subjected to Hutch's "conversation" for quite some time now. Hutch tuts to himself, and drifts off, pleased with his "turning" prowess.
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JH: The next match is going to have aftershocks not only affecting the FIW Fighting Spirit Division, but the FIW Dual Crown Division as well!

CL: Let’s be honest, this is going to be a cluster fuck.

CM: The team of Drake and Prime gets my vote, go Primal Love!

JH: That’s…some thing we should never speak of again.

CL: Agreed.

CM: Primal Love! Primal Love! Primal Love! Prim-

JH: Any ways, also this very well could make a decisive number one contender for both of the titles.

CL: Yeah, the Dual Crown Division’s contenders are quite crowded right now.

CM: Prime’ll out wrestle that clam digger Kitten, respectfully destroy Kiyoshi, and eat Graver alone like he was some smelly jelly bean!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the fourth of this edition of Friday Night ReVolt! It has been granted a fifth teen minute time limit and one fall to a finish by the Full Intensity Wrestling General Manager! Your official assigned to this bout is…The Truth!


The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord…

[align=center]YEAAAA![/align]

Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung...

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

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


CL: Prime’s a beast no doubt, but he’s stuck with a partner whose head resembles a erect penis.

CM: Heh, penis, I like penis…erm! I mean, the word, the word penis! Yeah…yeah…that’s the ticket.

JH: I may not like, but even I’ll admit Drake is a tough competitor though.


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

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[align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
[/align]

Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage.

[align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promised you my heart just promise to sing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
[/align]

Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before.

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

Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead.

[align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me.
This is what I thought, so think me naive
I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
[/align]

Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war.

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


CM: Yeah, after all, he ruined Ethan last week.

JH: That was down right disturbing.

CL: True, and it is probably why I got half a stock from it.


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.

[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.


JH: Speaking of competitors from that match, Adams put on a valiant effort and came up just barely short.

CL: Guy is starting to get on a bit of a losing streak…why’d they put him with Graver again?

CM: Because they are both reeking of…some thing that isn’t awesomeness?


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.

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: Aw, I was hoping he’d wear the kitten mask to the ring tonight.

CM: Even I’d have to give the hobo props then!

JH: I hope he’s proud of himself, doing some thing as disgusting as he did last week.


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

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

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

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

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


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


CM: You’d never suspect Daisuke to have such a angelic voice like that.

JH: A Devil with an Angel’s voice, fits him.

CL: Hur, hur, hur, Hitchen.


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]


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


JH: I personally much prefer Ninja’s theme music.

CL: Right, what the fuck do you even know about rap?

CM: He probably thinks your dog is a pet.


[align=center]You Run Your Mouth, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
You Play Crazy, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
You Too Hyphy, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
You Act A Fool, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
You Wanna Shoot, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
Think You Cute, Imma Kick Yo' Ass
You Got Drink, Then Poor Me A Glass
I Get Drunk, And Imma Kick Some Ass[/align]


As "Kick Yo' Ass" pounds through the arena speakers and red stage lights pulsing to the music, Grant Rice bursts onto the stage, hand in the air proudly presenting the Revolution's hand sign to a roar from the crowd as they jump to their feet on sight of the Kansas City native. He lowers his arm as he quickly pops his neck on his way down the aisle. He reaches the ring, hoping onto the apron before entering between the ropes. Once in the ring, Grant heads to the corner where he hops up once again proudly displaying The Revolution hand sign with one hand as he points to the logo on his jersey with the other, flashbulbs washing over him. He quickly slides his jersey off and chucks it into the crowd, watching the females in the crowd fight over it before hoping down, ready to go.


JH: And, here he is, the Fighting Spirit Champion.

CL: The poor sap stuck with Nightmare.

CM: That is a fate far worse than death, or, so I hear.


There is silence for several minutes and suddenly the curtain is thrown back and a figure steps out onto the stage. To no music, no special lighting, and no fancy fire works Xtreme Kitten walks out into the view of the fans to a marvelous cheer. He puts up a hand over his eyes and looks out at them as the FIW GHC and FIW WHC rest around his waist. With his steel chain in his right hand attached to his collar, he saunters down the steps and heads straight to the ring and rolls in. Rolling right up to one knee in the center of the ring and glaring in the direction of Ethan’s and Graver’s corner of the ring.


CL: Talk about stripped down.

CM: Though, I don’t think it is the kinda stripped down most of the female fans would want from him.

JH: I suppose we should still call him Xtreme Kitten, though it feels a bit weird doing so…


MA: Introducing fi-Whoa!


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


Michael Anderson bails from the ring as quick as he can when Kitten bolts across the ring and hammers Graver with a steel chain wrapped fist. FIW’s Minister of Awesomocity drops from the apron and soon Grant, Ninja and Prime descend upon the DC to hold him back. It takes a few moments but Truth and they manage to calm Kitten down and get him to storm out onto the apron for his team’s corner. Leaving Grant Rice, Extreme Ninja #2, Ethan Adams and Drake Love in the ring and looking between each other to see who makes the first move.

CM: Buh-bye hobo.

JH: Kitten just knocked Graver silly!

CL: Oh right, Graver stabs Kitten a couple of times and takes his mask, tragedy. Kitten sucker punches Graver with a chain wrapped fist? Perfectly fine that is, pffft, fucking hypocrite.

Before any of the men can lock up Ethan abruptly drops to the mat and flies out from the ring by the Reject of Rejects pulling him out. Roughly he slaps Adams on the back and chucks him right into the barricade and satisfied, enters the ring to join Grant and Ninja & Drake. The Straight Edge Fuckamaniac points across the ring to Kitten and orders Rice tag in his partner, though for his troubles gets the UZI kick to the mush! Seeing his chance, Ninja rushes Love who attempts to duck out of the ring when Grant avoids a dazed punch from Graver that hits Ninja instead!

JH: UZI! And, already Graver is showing why he’s not a team player!

CL: Plus knocking Ninja silly and saving Drake.

CM: Drake’s not going to dirty his hands by dealing with some freak in a mask, they are a shady bunch.

After the blow, Ninja staggers about only to get knocked off his feet by a lariat from the Mile High Mad Man, who is smirking and looking quite confident now. While, the Reject of Rejects back steps right into a german suplex from the Fighting Spirit Champion that spikes him on his head. Gingerly Rice manages to bring Graver back up to his feet and wraps his arms around Graver’s arms and waist, nearly tossing him straight across the ring with a belly to belly! The Minister of Awesomocity sails over the head of Love who is now raining his fists down onto the referee turned wrestler who brings his arms up to try and block the shots.

CL: Can you say utter fucking chaos?

CM: Woo! I can! I can!

JH: Graver is getting thrown around the ring like a rag doll and Drake is acting like quite the vulture.

Trying to fight through this assault, Ninja lowers his defenses to thrust his head forward several times and head butt the forehead of the self proclaimed Career Killer. Eventually they take their toll and Love stumbles back off of his foe, letting him get to his feet in front of him. Sensing unwanted pain on its way, Drake bolts across the ring and narrowly avoids Graver who spears the show boating Grant down to the mat, and tags in Prime! FIW’s Evolution of Excellence steps over the top rope and ignores the biting and clawing the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac is inflicting upon the FSC.

CM: Alright, Prime! Squash that bug!

JH: If Ninja ends up facing Prime we may see one of the smallest members of the roster face one of the biggest!

CL: Wouldn’t be the first time for Ninja.

Noticing another Dual Crown contender is in the ring, the Reject of Rejects strays from his abuse of the FSC and gets up. Like a cat he sneaks up behind the gigantic man and drives his shoulder right into the back of the knee cap of Prime, sending him down to his knees! Like a bird of prey he swoops in, jabbing his thumbs into the Evolution of Excellence’s eye sockets as his hands feebly wrap around the massive head of his foe. He doesn’t even see the second of the yakuza kicks he gets from Rice, or, the flying yakuza/mafia kick from Ninja he gets right after it!

JH: UZI and Mafia Kicks!

CL: Bullshit, this is every man for himself…least, not amongst the partners.

CM: Who would’ve guessed it, the old stable mates.

Indeed, Grant and Ninja look at each other and give a high five before throwing up the old R sign to applause and a few cheers from the fans. Just as it looks like the two are about to turn their back on each other…they both whip around for a sneak attack on the other and punch each other! A few fans laugh at how alike the two are in minds while they stagger and cough, and gasp until two huge hands wrap around each of their throats. A glaring Prime lifts the two up single handed each and drops them both down in a double choke slam!

CL: Fucking hell! Look at that bastard’s strength!

CM: He lifted up two hundred and twenty pounds in one hand and two hundred and forty eight pounds in the other! Holy crap!

JH: …How you actually know what those two weigh is amazing to me.

The duo of former Revos roll to their corners and tag in their respected partners to a near explosion of cheers from the fans. Kitten wastes no time upon entering and makes a bee line right for Graver, leaping into the air and nailing the Kao Loi knee strike that sends both sailing over the top rope! While Kiyoshi looks ready to hook up with XK for a moment, until that happens, then turns his sight on the hulking frame standing before him. Prime glares down at the smaller man and Kiyoshi stares up at the bigger man, neither paying attention to Kitten throwing forearms and Graver throwing punches at each other on the outside!

CM: Primal Love! Primal Love! Primal Love!

JH: Kiyoshi is perhaps one of the most skilled wrestlers in Full Intensity Wrestling today with title reigns that speak for themselves. Prime is perhaps one of the largest and strongest wrestlers in Full Intensity Wrestling with a world title reign under his belt.

CL: Now we are gonna get some good shit in other words.

Amidst the frenzy the fans are entering Prime smirks and gestures to his colossal frame as if “how are you going to choke this out peep squeak?” In kind, his opponent replies with a gesture of his very own that just happens to be an open slap to the face that smacks the very sweat off Prime’s face! The giant straightens his neck and cracks it, growling under his breath yet trying to retain some calm to his outer appearance as he forces a smirk and nod. Suddenly he presses his massive hand against Nakahata’s face and pie face shoves him back a few times to return the favor of being disrespected!

JH: Mind games between the two.

CL: No shit, you think?

CM: Whoa! Look at what’s going on the outside!

Viciously Graver manages to whip XK into the barricade and barrels in after him, and scales up his crouching figure against the railing. With a mighty velocity he brings down a meathook punch that with the Reject of Rejects on his shoulders combined sends the Dual Crown Champion and his foe over the barricade and into the fans! The kid gloves come off and Kiyoshi head butts the jaw line of the Evolution of Excellence, sending him near crumbling. As the Yeti closes in on him the larger man returns the favor with a chop to not traditionally the chest, but rather the throat of his opponent!

CL: SWEET FUCKING CHRIST! Graver and Kitten are fighting in the crowd and Prime just tried to send Kiyoshi’s adam’s apple back to the third grade!

CM: Now this is some good wrestling!

JH: This is getting out of control!

The first to rise, Graver stumbles up and snatches one of the chairs as he sees the Feline Fighter start to stir and get up. “Hey Kitten!” he screams and makes the drowsy fighter look to him only to get a face full of the steel chair to the no longer masked face! The Reject of Rejects twirls around in place and show boats to the crowd that throws him threats, until XK throws the chair right back into Graver’s face! Dazed and confused, the Minister of Awesomocity staggers backwards as chair after chair rains down onto his face, and soon, he returns the favor and XK and him start showering each other in steel chairs!

Mean while, inside the ring the White Haired Warrior is wheezing and groping for the ropes to sustain him as he tries to breath. Only for the larger man to hit a second chop to the throat that nearly crushes his wind pipe again by the looks of the blow. Desperately trying to fend it off, Nakahata rams his head into the larger man’s again with a head butt that dazes him. Shaking it off, Prime rushes forward and goes for a lariat only to get an arm drag!

CM: What are those two freaks doing in the crowd?! It looks like a snow storm of chairs!

JH: More like a snow ball fight of chairs!

CL: Tell those idiot marks to get the fuck out of the way, just like Prime should’ve with that arm drag!

Applying pressure, Nakahata locks him into a modified armbar of sorts while in a kneeling position and soon wraps his arm around Prime’s neck from the front. With this modified choke applied too, the Judo Sensei starts wrenching back on the hold with all of his will. The Truth circles around the two and bends down in front of Prime, bringing out a top hat and pulling out a bunny with “No?” spray painted on it. Then he proceeds to pull out another that’s got “Yes?” spray painted on it, to which the Evolution of Excellence shakes his head.

In the first few rows the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac ends up getting XK down to a kneeling position and winning the steel chair fight. Unfortunately, there is a grave yard of steel chairs in between the two and he ends up almost slipping on his way over to Kitten. Cursing under his breath, the Minister of Awesomocity barely notices the DC plowing through them towards him at high speeds. Graver let’s out a bloody curdling scream when the Feline Fighter tackles him, only to scoop him out, and barrel out of sight into the crowd with him on his shoulder!

JH: Truth doing his…very own style of refereeing I suppose.

CL: Fuck sake! Where’d Graver and Kitten go?!

CM: Who cares about those jabronis?

Just when it looks like that Prime might give up a flying pair of feet knock Kiyoshi off of him in the form of a missile dropkick! Ethan Adams pops up and pumps his fists to a mixed reaction until Ninja spring boards over the ropes and nearly beheads him with a knee strike! Staggered, The First Wonder of the World goes right into the welcoming arms of a Space Tornado Kiyoshi that drives him right into the center of the ring! Rice, on the other hand, launches a third yakuza kick that sends Nakahata over the top, only to grab a hold of him and pull him down with him!

CL: Drake! I demand you help Prime!

CM: Primal Love! Primal Love! Primal Love!

JH: Prime is the only one with seemingly a partner left, and ouch, Ethan finally enters the match…to that.

To an uproar of cheers Ninja faces Drake, who looks around in a not-so-subtle manner as if there is any one else his opponent could be looking at. Without even a full three steps towards him, Drake drops down from the apron and holds up his hands innocently. Knowing what he must do, he turns his attention back towards Ethan as Love hops back onto the apron with a dark look in his eyes. Just when it looks like he’s about to hop in the ring Kiyoshi and Grant spot it, pulling him off of the apron and both pause to slap the taste out of his mouth!

CM: Come on! That’s not fair!

JH: Drake showed his colors, and it certainly wasn’t blue…it was a nice shade of yellow.

CL: Fucking piss yellow at that.

In among the abuse, Drake manages to slug Rice in the mid-section and drop him head first into the ringside floor with the Dragon DDT! Getting back up, Nakahata starts hammering him with forearm strikes, and Love soon returns the favor with punches back! While Ninja scales up the back of the gigantic form of Prime and drives his foot right into the top of his head with a shining stomp! As the fans go crazy, Ninja turns his sights to the buckle and he scales up it, and sling shots off the bottom rope onto Ethan with a moonsault!

JH: I STEP ON YOU~!!!

CL: You’re such a mark.

CM: Dragon DDT! Take that you title stealing thug!

Kipping back up, EN #2 gets a few cheers and he rushes back to the corner and spring boards off the middle rope to hit a second moonsault onto Adams! Seeing this going on, Drake tries to enter the ring only for Nakahata to grab him and drop him onto the ringside floor with the White Hole Slam! Just in time for the third and final moonsault be hit by the second generation Extreme Ninja and he makes the cover on Ethan, hooking both legs! The Truth makes a wand appear and clears his throat, on the outside a dazed and bruised XK and Graver tumble over the barricade with a lariat from the Reject of Rejects.

CL: Fuck! Graver! Get up!

CM: Those two look like shit, what did they do to each other?


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JH: Ninja just finished the YOU MARK OUT NOW!

CL: Fuck you Hitchen, I’m not marking out unless Graver gets in there!


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CM: Prime! Prime! He’s stirring!

JH: He might be able to break up the cover, he’s inching towards it!


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DING DING DING~!!!
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CL: Fucking fuck! Prime was too late!

CM: Ninja wins?! Darn it!


MA: Here are your winners via pin fall…EXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRREMMMMMMMMMMMME NNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNJA NUMBER TWO~!!! AND~! KIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHI NNNNNNNAAAAAKAAAAAAHAAAAAAAATA~!!!


”Another Body Murdered” hits the sound system and Truth puts the magic pin fall counting wand away to raise Ninja’s arm in victory. FIW’s Yeti slides into the ring and strolls over, patting EN #2 on the back in celebration and he gets the favor returned by his partner. Prime beats his fists against the canvas, looking frustrated as Graver starts to look around in confusion just now hearing the music. Slowly his eyes zero in on the ring and anger bursts across his expression, looking on in disbelief at what he sees.

JH: Ninja scores a pin fall over the former Fighting Spirit Champion! Further ensuring his title shot!

CL: That’s right Graver, your partner fucked you over…again.

CM: Gargh!

Kiyoshi and Ninja exit the ring and slap a few hands with the fans, heading to the back as Grant and Drake start to come to at ringside. Rice slowly walks across the ringside area to check on the knocked out XK he sees as Graver slides right into the ring. He stands over his partner and throws his arms up into the air in fury, picking him up and driving him right on his neck with a german suplex! Straining to pick him up a bit, the Reject of Rejects repeats the process two more times right in a row and right on Ethan’s neck!

CL: Yes! Cripple the bastard!

CM: Stupid hobo!

JH: The german suplex hat trick?! Since when could Graver do that?!

He’s not done, with a disturbing smirk he drops down and locks Ethan Adams straight…into the crippler crossface! Prime and Drake both head to the back as the fans look on in disgust, and jeer this reference that the Minister of Awesomocity is making. Graver let’s out a cackle as he wrenches back and says “Cry Daniel, cry!” Suddenly there comes a cheer from the crowd however when Kitten gets to his feet, shaking his head.

CM: …Daniel? What the heck is that in reference to?

JH: I’ll tell you later.

CL: Ah man, that’s beautiful, that’s fucking beautiful.

Kitten regains his bearings and shakes Rice off, looking ready to continue his little battle and slides into the ring. Spotting his foe and not wanting to restart it right now, the Reject of Rejects releases the hold and heads for the hills, but not before placing a bible beside Adams. Graver backs up the walk way with a smirk at Xtreme Kitten, who glares at him from inside the ring and starts towards the ropes! Seeing that he’s coming still, Graver bolts to the back and the Feline Fighter leaves the ring and chases after him to the back!

JH: Xtreme Kitten is giving chase! Graver’s gotten under the skin of the Dual Crown Champion!

CL: It was only a matter of time, he’s gotten under nearly every one else’s after all.

CM: …Why didn’t Primal Love win?

Our camera swings fades in onto resident FIW sad-sack Jeff Noon, who is stood with a sad, confused look on his face. As usual. But this time, he genuinely looks confused. He's on television so little, he's not really used to the process. After a few awkward seconds, he decides it's time to speak.

Jeff: I'm standing outside the locker room of former FIW World Heavyweight Champion, Hutch. The top dogs have sent me to get a really good scoop for tonight's show, and find out Hutch's preparation routine for his long-awaited match against Kennedy tonight. Let's go in, shall we?

Jeff, without knocking places his hand on the door, and pushes it wide open. Just for a split second, we catch a glimpse of Hutch, stood with his back to camera, wrapped up in a towel, in his hand is a wire coat hanger with his tights dangling over the top. He's holding them in front of his body, checking them out. He turns suddenly, and drops the tights on the floor.

Hutch: What the..... What are you doing? Haven't you ever heard of knocking, you sad-eyed bastard?

Jeff stammers out an apology, while Hutch steps behind a folding screen, from in front of which only his feet are visible. He drops the towel, and reaches an arm out to grab the tights he dropped.

Hutch: Now, what do you want?

Jeff smiles, moving into familar territory now, he has a tiny inkling as to what is happening. Hutch's feet step into his tights.

Jeff: Hutch, you've got a long awaited match tonight............

Hutch laughs, and his head pops around the side of the screen.

Hutch: Damn straight it's long awaited. I've been looking forward to this match for years, but that's nothing. Kennedy's been waiting for this match her whole life. She just doesn't know it yet.

Jeff shuffles on his feet as Hutch ends his sentence. Hutch pads around the desk, picking up his boots and kickpads on the way to stand next to Noon. Once there, he stands, waiting for Jeff's next question. Jeff stands waiting for Hutch's next sentence. After a few awkward seconds, Hutch gives up, sits down on a nearby chair, and starts to pull his boots on.

Hutch: Jeff, really, you need to ask some more questions. You know, something along the lines of "who do you think will win" or something.

Jeff nods enthusiastically. Hutch sighs, practically conducting the interview himself at this point.

Hutch: Well Jeff, quite frankly, in a literal sense, I think I'll be the one with my arm raised in victory. But in a non-literal sense, Kennedy's the winner. After all, she gets to put her hands on me. I've seen the look in her eyes.

Jeff raises an eyebrow, and Hutch catches him doing so. Hutch grins, and stands, having finished lacing up his boots. He pats Jeff on the shoulder.

Hutch: You see Jeff, there's something that happens to all women when they meet me. I call it "The Craving". They all experience it sooner or later. Kennedy's just taken a little longer than most. I met some chick in a club last week who definately felt "The Craving".

Every time Hutch says "The Craving", he adds to the saying by doing the finger quotation marks in the air, and winking immediately afterwards. Try it, it's fun!

Hutch: And I even managed to swing someone earlier tonight who's sexuality was strictly..... well, you know what I'm trying to say. She felt it. As has every woman I've ever met. And come our match tonight, Kennedy'll definately feel it. And chances are, she will after the match as well.

Hutch laughs at his not-particularly-funny joke, as Jeff just looks.... well, sad and confused as usual. Hutch's face serious-izes up, and he points at the door.

Hutch: And now Jeff, I've got some more preparation to do, so if you'd kindly skedaddle........

Jeff grins, nodding, still with the microphone held in the air. Hutch rolls his eyes.

Hutch: That means leave, Jeff. Vamoose. Go!

Jeff recoils like a vampire faced with garlic or light or whatever else vampires don't like, and jogs out of the room, embarrassed by his misunderstanding. The cameraman follows him, ending our interview, although as he looks back, we catch a glimpse of Hutch, back in front of the mirror, spraying something on his neck that looks like cologne, humming what sounds like "Sexy Back" to himself as the door slams shut.
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JH: Next match is set to be a instant classic I’m sure.

CM: How are you sure, nobody with a ounce of talent’s in it.

JH: Chip a former Dual Crown champion, first ever female to as well vs. a man who has won every title in the history of Slam!

CL: Wow?

JH: This match is more of a see who’s next in line for a DC shot, then a welcome back match in my opinion.

CM: Question is though, who gives a damn about your opinion? Oh that’s right, no one.

[align=center]The driving guitar riffs of Mick Jagger's "God Gave Me Everything I Want" hit the arena, and golden spotlights start to whizz around the audience and across the ringside area. The crowd pop as the lights on the stage start to pulse with white and gold, and a shillouette of a man appears in the entrance way. As Mick Jagger shouts "God Gave Me Everything I Want" for the first time, the shillouette is hit by a spotlight, and steps forward, throwing the hood of his sweatshirt backward, and tilting his head back and his arms out to the sides in his trademark pose, Hutch basks in the crowd's reaction.[/align]

MA: The following match is a Welcome back to FIW Match! Scheduled for one fall! first hailing from Newcastle, England and weighing in at two hundred forty pounds! HHHHUUUUTTTTTCCCCHHHHHHH!!!!!

[align=center]He points to a few Hutch signs in the audience, cupping his eyes so he can see further into the back. He finds one he likes, and points at it, before moving down the ramp. He pauses his walk to strut like his idol, Ric Flair, before slapping a few lucky fans hands. Pausing to flash a grin at a random woman in the front row, before leaping up onto the apron from the floor, and ducking quickly under the ropes.

Once in the ring he wanders over to the camera side ropes, leans on it, and winks to the crowd, blowing a mock-kiss to someone unseen, before clambering up onto the turnbuckle, placing one foot on the top rope, and tilting his head back and spreading his arms. There is a loud "BANG" and golden sparks shower down over FIW's Most Valuable Playboy for a few seconds, and as they stop, Hutch hops down into the ring to await the start of the match.
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CL: You know, for a Slam! Guy, least this guy’s not like fuck bucket over there.

JH: He’s a talented wrestler, I just wish he would stop cheating.

CM: How else would he win Jonathon? He let’s Slam! Down.

A low feedback buzzes through the speakers before 'Up Here' crashes into the system, bringing the crowd to their feet as Kennedy steps through the curtain. She moves to the end of the stage, rebounding slightly and raising both arms into the air, gazing out at the fans in attendance. She makes her way towards the ring, stopping halfway to acknowledge the crowd‘s reaction for her.

MA: And! Please welcome back to FIW! Making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!!

Reaching the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope and immediately bounds to her feet. She rushes to the furthest turnbuckle, scaling it and raising her arms into the air to thousands of flashing bulbs. She drops back down to the mat, spinning around and rushing across the ring, up the opposite turnbuckle to another round of camera flashes. She eventually drops back down to the mat, turning to awaiting the start of the match.

CM: Have her breasts grown?

JH: Chip! Is everything about that with you, your looking at one of the greatest female wrestlers of our time.

CL: A-Fucking-Hem! Ghost?

CM: A true women in the ring, who care’s there all eye candy anyways, let’s get this match going so I can see em’ jiggle.

JH: You disgust me.

Of course while Jonathon and Chip argue over Kennedy’s reason’s for being who she is, Tony Clarke has checked both Hutch and Kennedy for any hidden weapons and it seems there clean, so he calls for the bell as it sounds we hear quite a cheer from the crowd. Hutch and Kennedy both begin to circle the ring, Hutch wit a smile plastered on his rather cocky looking face as Kennedy looks just about ready to kick some ass, so both go for a collar and elbow tie-up, Kennedy obviously ready to prove she’s back, even if she doesn’t feel as confident possibly, but before she ahs chance Hutch takes her around for a hammerlock and as he does, he playfully slaps her ass, causing him to release the hammerlock and back off as Kennedy turns with a more then happy looking facial expression.

CM: Lucky bastard.

JH: That was not very professional at all.

CL: Was in Kennedy’s old line of work, she just got tips in her thong.

JH: HEY now, that’s not true Conse.

Hutch just smirks towards Kennedy as she rethinks her strategy, it seems she realizes this is just all fun and games for him, so time to shut him up quick and fast. So Kennedy offers for a show of strength, weirdly enough Hutch not really thinking about it does as she wishes, but as he grabs both her hands, Kennedy whips a quick kick right to his outside thigh making Hutch buckle as she then quickly drops to her back whipping Hutch over with a Japanese arm drag making him hit the canvas and roll to his back.

JH: Beautifully done.

CL: Ok, that was… ok.

CM: She can throw someone on there back? Big wow.

CL: Chip’s more impressive, he does that with his mouth.

As Hutch turns and looks around, Kennedy this time has a more then appreciative smirk on her face, not looking all that impressed Hutch gets to his feet and looks towards her, as he nods, seeing this one ain’t going to be as easy as a Dragon match. So as they go for another tie-up, he rams his knee into Kennedy’s gut, then lifts her up in a fireman’s carry slam, looking set for a big over, but as he whips her off to his right, kneeling she doesn’t come down she lands right on her feet and swings kick right to the back, directly connecting with Hutch’s chest, making him land on his back, as he does, Kennedy runs to the ropes at high pace, coming back to be met unfortunately by a huge European uppercut reeling her back.

CL: Wham! There she goes.

CM: Hutch trying to look somewhat powerful.

JH: Executed picture perfectly though.

Hutch taps his head as he walks over towards Kennedy, who’s still trying to shrug off the powerful European uppercut, but before she has chance Hutch Irish whips her towards the other side of the ring, as she goes, Hutch comes charging toward her, but is thrown off guard as she nails him directly in the abdomen with a knee, making him drop to his knee holding his abdomen. Kennedy then leaps up and places her leg over the back of his neck looking for a fame-ass-er but Hutch seems to have it scouted as he catches her, backs up and dumps her over the top rope as he falls to the ropes, Kennedy lands on the mats outside.

CL: Dumped on her back again, that’s gotta be a familiar feeling for her.

JH: Conse I would love to see you say that to her, just to see her smack your face off.

CL: Someone’s turning a little too kinky in there geek ways.

As Kennedy slowly begins to gain her footing outside, Hutch is standing by the ropes, seemingly looking for a tope, but as he leaps up, Kennedy slides in the ring, but Hutch seems to see it coming as he swings himself onto the ring apron as Kennedy turns, Hutch throws himself forward, nailing her gut, making her double over, as she does, he pulls the ropes as far back as he can and let’s go, nailing the top ring rope into Kennedy’s eyes, making her reel back.

JH: Come on Tony.

Hutch gets a weird mixed reaction that soon stops, but he just climbs back in the ring and walks toward Kennedy with a cocky swagger but is soon caught off guard again as Kennedy seems quite frustrated by his cheating and belittling of her as she comes out of nowhere with a flurry of quite powerful looking rights, making Hutch reel back into the ropes, but as she does Kennedy knees him in the gut, back off before flipping over the doubled over Hutch and going for a sunset flip, but as she does Hutch drops to his knees and grabs the ropes, looking for a pin-fall using the ropes and winking to a girl in the third row as he looks down at where Kennedy is…

CL: I would laugh and cry, if I actually could do either.

JH: Come on that’s not fair, he can’t win like that.

CM: He can’t win any other way, so he’s gotta cheat ain’t he.

…Tony Clarke doesn’t actually see it, but Hutch is himself caught of guard as Kennedy slides from underneath him and before Hutch can turn to look at her, she dropkicks him right in the back, straddling him into the middle rope, as he holds his throat and turns to get snapped down into the canvas with a Fame-Asser or Guillotine Face Driver , Kennedy then drops for the cover holding his legs away from the ropes as Tony Clark goes for the cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

NO SHOULDER UP!!!!
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JH: The Clincher almost got her a three.

CL: She needs to realize sitting on Hutch’s head is just one of his dreams.

CM: Not only one of his…

Kennedy sits up as Hutch holds his throat still, she stands up and looks down at Hutch who looks less then good as his throat still seemingly hurts, Tony checks on him as he makes Kennedy back off, Tony keeps checking on him as Kennedy moves closer, showing a little bit of care, but as she does, Hutch shoots up and grabs her and drops her down with a school boy roll-up, holding some tights as he does…

JH: But? Wait, he played fucking possum?

CL: Genius.

Tony Clarke has no other choice but to count for the pin as Hutch hides the trunk pulling…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

THREE!!!

NAH SORRY HUTCH!

NO SHOULDER UP!!!!
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Hutch’s jaw drops as Kennedy forces her way out of a trunk pulling school boy, he looks down toward her as she doesn’t seem to have lost any of her underdog spirit. Hutch stands shaking his head at the disbelief of her kick out as Tony shows the ring monkey it was a two, so Hutch moves and lifts Kennedy up to her feet as he gives her a chop right to the chest, making her winch in pain and reel back into the corner. As she does, Hutch moves her and lifts her to the top rope, before chopping her again and then signaling for the end, as he brings her off the ropes with her facing down and her head on Hutch’s right shoulder, but she uses this as a momentum switcher, swinging her feet off and landing on her back with such high pace and raising her knees just in time to connect a LungBlower/Back Cracker onto Hutch making him drop to the side of Kennedy looking in agony.

JH: Beautiful reversal there, her pace is just as if she has never left.

Kennedy climbs to her looking down at the fallen Hutch and driving a few boots to his chest before looking to the crowd who let out a Kennedy cheer, then she turns and lifts Hutch to his feet. As she does she places him into the corner and then backs up to the diagonal corner of which Hutch is in, sprinting and leaping into the air with a corner splash clothesline, causing Hutch to back out toward the center of the ring, in doing so Kennedy runs to the ropes…

CL: Come on Hutch, you can’t let her get going, she’s like a cheap power bunny.

JH: No Conse but you can feel the momentum turning.

CM: I can feel something else, but that’s if I stare at her longer.

CL: No feeling Jonathon Chip, we don’t need to see that.

…She comes charging back, but Hutch is ready and throws her to the air with a flapjack and of course when she comes down he NAILS her with a European uppercut, making Kennedy drop to the canvas looking seemingly down and out and Hutch himself drops to his ass, warn out from the high paced match.

CL: You were saying Jonathon?

JH: Don’t count her out yet Conse, trust me.

CM: Trust a perverted geek?

JH: You can talk wood stroker.

CL: Did my ears just hear a insult? The world has shit itself a new day.

Hutch shakes off the cob-webs as he stands up and seems to look ready to finish this one off as he points to Kennedy and then lifts her to her feet, grabbing her with one arm and seemingly ready to his his trademark one armed ace crusher, but as he runs, kennedy using what little do she has left to push him away, Hutch though turns and runs toward Kennedy, but she ducks under his clothesline attempt and rolls him up with a School girl roll up, placing all the weight she can down on him…

JH: She reversed the Slice of Fired Gold and rolled him up!

CL: No way, kick out!

[align=center]ONE…




…TWO…




THREE!!!
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Kennedy after hearing the third slam to the canvas from Tony rolls off Hutch as Hutch sits up quickly, seemingly shocked and somewhat appalled he just got pinned, he looks to Tony as Kennedy raises a hand and holds her neck in discomfort.

JH: What a comeback, that has to give Kennedy a boost towards the Dual Crown title picture.

CL: I hate to admit it, but she seems to be back in form.

CM: Hutch looks upset, awww, someone hand him a tissue.

Hutch looks to Kennedy as she gets her hand raises as Powder “Up Here” plays over the PA system, Hutch himself looking somewhat embarrassed and frustrated by the loss, rolls out the ring quickly…

MA: Your winner! Via pinfall! KKKKKKEEEEEENNNNNNEEEEDDDDDDYYYYYY!!!

Kennedy celebrates proudly as Hutch looks to her, shaking his head in disappointment and then making his tracks backstage, a welcome back taunt starts towards Kennedy who scales the turnbuckles to celebrate before she makes her exit too.

JH: A highly awesome match there, Kennedy definitely cementing a Dual Crown shot in near future.

CM: After pinning Hutch? Come on seriously Jonathon?

JH: Yes.

CL: It was a pinfall over a top contender, so like I said I hate to admit, but it’s true.

JH: Well, FIW fans, earlier this week FIW started its third annual NEXT! Competition. Our internet fans have actually already eliminated one of the contestants!

CM: That’s right. Internet polls sent Lucien Cypher home packing before he even got to begin the competition. Guess they didn’t like his questionnaire, eh Conse?

JH: Now, though, we’ve got video footage of the first taped leg of the tournament.

Our footage switches to a wrestling ring that’s been set up out on the beach. Standing in the ring in blue and white flower-print board shorts, a black 13th Story Wrestling t-shirt, and sunglasses is John Bazztard of 13th Story Wrestling!

Bazztard: Hey FIW! This is Bazztard, coming to you from Miami, Florida with the FIRST leg of the FIW NEXT! competition. Out here in this lovely beach, we’ve got a wrestling ring, we’ve got wrestlers… why don’t we check out some finishing moves!

An assembled crowd cheers, we get some great bikini shots, and the focus finally turns on the ring. Bazz is at ringside. Inside the ring is a man dressed in black tights with a black mask on; no eyeholes or mouth space.

Bazztard: Gentlemen, last year we had the hopeful superstars execute their finishers on my sorry butt. This time we‘ve got a target for them to beat on… say hello to Enigma II!

The masked man in the ring waves and nods to some small cheers.

Bazztard: Now, the task at hand is to execute your finisher on Enigma II, here… but unlike last year he’s not just gonna stand there and take it. You guys have to work to execute your signature moves on him. First up is Blackjack Benjamin!

Benjamin enters the ring and looks around at the audience. He stares down Enigma II for a moment before charging forward with a HUUUUUUUUUUGE lariat! Blackjack picks Enigma up by the mask and shoves him between his legs, wrenching him upward for a power bomb! Enigma II’s back hits the mat and he gets wrenched up again, getting drilled into the canvas once more for a second power bomb! Finally, he’s wrenched up one more time and Blackjack just lets go, sending Enigma sailing free-fall to the mat.

Bazztard: Very nice, very nice! And what do you call that?

Benjamin: TWO PIECE… AN’ A BISCUIT!

Bazztard: Absolutely lovely. Who‘s next? Ah, yes! El Pulpo Malo! Last year El Pulpo showed us Release the Kraken, his lung blower. What have you got for us this year, Pulpo?

Pulpo: My submission move… the Octopus Stretch!

Bazztard: Best of luck to ya, Pulpo!

El Pulpo Malo hops over the ropes and charges at the shakily rising Enigma II. Enigma notices him, though, and takes him by the arm with an Irish whip! Pulpo hits the ropes and rebounds, coming back to WRAP AROUND ENIGMA II’S BODY! With one arm scissored between his legs and the other wrenching backward using Pulpo’s arms, Enigma has no choice but to shout in Spanish that he quits!

Bazztard: Utterly beautiful! Expert use of that move, Pulpo! Nice work! Next up is our first tag-team of Big Daddy Acid and Typho Oleander, Acid Rock!

Acid Rock charges into the ring as El Pulpo Malo disentangles himself from Enigma. Both men rush Enigma II and SMASH him into the corner. BDA goes outside the ring and climbs the turnbuckle and waits as Typho pulls Enigma II up into a power bomb. He turns and faces away from the turnbuckle, and BDA FLIES off the top rope with a cross body that takes Enigma off Typho’s shoulders and to the mat!

Bazztard: Holy CRAP! That was FANTASTIC!!

Bazztard trails around to Typho and Acid as they trail out of the ring, stuffing a mic in their faces.

Bazztard: That was one sick, dangerous move! What do you call it?

Typho and BDA look to one another and grin.

BDA: Pop rocks…

Typho: … and Dr. Pepper!

Bazztard: Awesome, guys. Good luck in the competition!

Almost before Typho and BDA are out of earshot, a man in tye-dye bottoms slides into the ring behind Enigma II! He clubs both arms across the back of Enigma II’s head and wrenches him over, applying a pump handle and LIFTING before SLAMMING Enigma back down into the mat!

Bazztard: Surprise pump handle slam from Doc “The Block“ Cactus! He TOTALLY caught the Enigma II off guard! Doc! Doc! What do you call your move, man?

Doc: I tell ya what daddy-o, that right there was the MAAANNNSTAAACHE MELTDOWWWN!! ZAAWWWWW YEEAAAAAHHHHH!!

Bazztard: This action is really heating up as our next contender is entering the ring… it‘s the indy legend, Mr. Giggles!

Enigma II and Giggles seem to be on even ground at this point, though Enigma is highly woozy. Giggles throws a few kicks to Enigma’s midsection, and while most of them are blocked a tough one to the stomach doubles the Enigma over. Giggles takes the opportunity to grab both of Enigma’s arms and cross them over his chest before hooking a chancerie and DRIVING the Enigma in a spiking brain buster!

Bazztard: That was Mr. Giggles signature move that all us indy kids know as MURDERCIDE! Incomparable in its execution, and effectiveness! Next into the ring is Len Cardgage, who some of you might notice is the niece of FIW interviewer Herman Cardgage!

Len enters the ring and watches Enigma carefully as he rises. She then sweeps in at him and gets both hands on his shoulders before hopping up onto them! Enigma struggles, but by this point he’s really just taken too much of a beating, and Len shoves his head between her legs and lets gravity and the force of her hips do the work to SMASH Enigma’s face into the mat with a modified face crusher!

Bazztard: Great move! Great move! Len! What do you call that awesome face buster of yours!?

Len: Well, Uncle Herman and I came up with ‘Len’s Flare’. We think it fits!

Bazztard: That it does!

Another top rope expert, WAR hops out of those assembled at ringside and scampers up the turnbuckle. She gives a big middle finger to all the folks gathered and screams at the Enigma II to turn around. Enigma does so, and immediately regrets it. WAR comes CRASHING DOWN on Enigma’s head with her clasped fists, knocking him to the mat! WAR laughs and pulls some hair from her face, then moves to the ropes for an exit, having completed her task.

Bazztard: Nice work, WAR! What do you call your move?

WAR: What else? The Warhammer!

Bazztard: It only makes sense! Next up we have Dexter Barbarois, accomplished skateboarder AND wrestler!

Dex slides into the ring and heaves Enigma II to his feet, dragging him to the corner and setting him up on the top rope. He wipes some sweat from his forehead and clambers up behind Enigma, turning to grin and wave at the fans. Enigma starts punching him in the face before Dexter just BLASTS him in the back of the head with a quick punch, then JUMPS off the top rope, NAILING a front-flipping stunner!

Bazztard: INCREDIBLE agility and a powerful move from Dexter Barbarois! Dexter, if I could find out what you call that… that masterpiece!

Dex: That’s The Ender, man. It’s what you call the last trick in your set, and after that move? Dude, there’s not gonna be ANYTHING else in the match!

Bazztard: Great name, great move, and we‘ve got only three more left to see!

Enigma is stumbling and shaking his head as Jerry Hatrix enters the ring with a spring in his step. Enigma just sighs and attempts to put up a fight, but Jerry nails a punch to Enigma II’s abdomen. Jerry hoists Enigma onto his shoulders, then swings him around and falls backward, FLATTENING him to the mat with a THUNDEROUS F-5!!!

Bazztard: That old man was STRONG! Did you SEE THAT!? Jerry! Jerry! Dude, you‘ve got to tell us… what do you call that move?

Jerry: Well, back in the day you locked someone up in the stocks to punish them, like a torture rack, y’know? Well this is a hell of a lot worse than a torture rack… I call it The Pillory!

Bazztard: Impressive use of colonial torture AND wrestling prowess! Let‘s move on to our second tag-team, CKO!!

PiG and Frank rush into the ring as Frank gingerly lifts Enigma II and sets him up on the top rope. PiG joins him on this lofty perch and the two take tight hold of Enigma II before leaping off with a twin moonsault side slam!

Bazztard: Was that the Spanish Fly? Man, we haven‘t seen that move, since I think the Revolution with Tier and Swytch! Guys, guys, what do you call that move?

PiG: To represent both sides of the coin, we call it The Hunger…

Frank: … and THE FURY!!!

Bazztard: The Hunger and The Fury. Nice. And here I thought “Bazztard Bomb“ was creative… ah well. It‘s time for our final entrant, here with his manager Boo, Ghost Dragon!

Ghost Dragon slides headfirst into the ring and pops to his feet. He turns around and puts his arms under Engima II’s, clasping both hands under his chin in sort of a crucifix. Then, running like a bit of a madman for the ropes, Ghost Dragon climbs them with three nifty steps and uses the momentum to SOAR over Enigma’s head and SMASH him face-first into the canvas, while landing on his abs himself!

Bazztard: HOLY HELL! I don‘t even think I‘ve ever SEEN a move like that before! What in the world does he call it!?

Boo: I think he said it was a springboard chinlock crucifix face buster.

Bazztard: No, no, I mean its selling name, y‘know? The cool one?

Boo: Oh! That. Yeah, that’s a little move he likes to call “Christfuck!”

Bazztard: That’s… that’s… well, vulgar!Plus, it‘s the final move of the night, folks! I‘m gonna send it back over to Conse, Johnny, and Chip for the rest of the show! Tune in next time, for more NEXT!, and don‘t forget to check out 13th Story Wrestling!
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MA: The following one-fall main-event is to be contested under horrorcore rules and it is for the HELLCAT DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!

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

MA: Introducing first, the challenger. She no-shows a lot and hails from Cairo, Egypt. She is Zesboca Devani!

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

Zesboca shakes her lower half with the rhythm of the song. Not taking the steps she jumps straight down from the stage. She spins dipping her body a little with her. Zesboca smirks and makes her way to the squared circle. She touches a few hands along the way mainly to the three or four fans feeling sorry that she is getting no reaction, probably due to no-showing so much and people not remembering who she is. Again she doesn't take the steps and slip in between the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the silent crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles.

CL: Explain to me how the hell this woman earned a championship match?

JH: Jaime Lee issued the open challenge. Zesboca thinks she’s the challenge that Jaime can’t overcome.

CM: Fuck sake. I think heel women are hot and even I know she doesn’t stand a chance.

JH: She could surprise you. Maybe. It’s possible.

CL: Who are you trying to convince? Us or yourself?

The house lights fade into darkness, sending a quiet murmur throughout the arena. Heavy drum beats spark the stage lights to life, the rainbow of strobes following as the vocals of “Burn” by the Luchagors kick into the PA system. Jaime skips out onto the stage shortly after with her Hellcat Division Championship over her shoulder. She playfully flips her hair up before raising the championship with both hands above her head. She trots down the stairs, continuing to skip down towards the ring, grinning and holding the championship up proudly along the way.

MA: And her opponent, making her way to the ring from Ohio, she is your HELLCAT DIVISION CHAMPION… JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!!

Jaime ducks in under the bottom rope, flinging her hair back as she raises her head with a grin from ear to ear. She pops up to her feet and steps into the nearest turnbuckle, blowing a kiss to the fans in the front row and then leaping up to the middle turnbuckle. Once again she flings her hair back as she raises her head and shoots an arm up into the air with the Hellcat Division Championship held in her grasp. Ending the photo op, she jumps back down to the canvas and skips across to the other side of the ring, once again raising the championship up into the air. Her smile fades slightly as she passes her championship off to the referee and backs into her turnbuckle, ready to get serious for the upcoming contest.

JH: This match is horrorcore rules. You have to wonder if we’ll see it play a part in this match.

CL: Doubtful. Jaime isn’t Roxie. She probably doesn’t even know how to swing a steel chair.

CM: Yeah, and Zesboca could get hardcore but she’d probably just no-show on the swing.

DING-DING

The bell sounds and Zesboca takes off in a mad dash, aiming right for her target. Jaime steps aside, shoving Zesboca forward and through the ropes to the floor below! The champion exits onto the apron and leaps onto Zesboca with a flying Lou Thesz that takes her right back down to the floor! Jaime immediately begins drilling into Zesboca with hard right hands!

JH: Zesboca starting off with a lust for the silver but it didn’t get her anywhere.

CM: It got her out of the ring and now she’s getting her face punched in.

CL: Maybe that explains why she no-shows so much. To save from embarrassment.

Jaime climbs off of Zesboca, grabbing a handful of hair to drag her up to her feet. This of course gets a reprimand and nothing more. It does distract Jaime long enough for Zesboca to knock Jaime’s hand away, freeing herself. Zesboca then pulls out a big time move to swing momentum in her favor!

…she shoves Jaime back! That’s right. Zesboca simply shoves Jaime and then sprints towards the stage. Jaime stumbles back a couple steps and stares after a retreating Zesboca with confusion. The look is mirrored on Logan Black’s face as the two share a confused stare before Jaime takes off after Zesboca.

CL: She’s… running? Where the hell is she running?

CM: It doesn’t matter as long as Jaime chases her.

JH: That’s right. Horrorcore rules means falls count anywhere. And Zesboca is trying to get some distance between herself and the champion.

Zesboca turns through the curtain with Jaime and Logan Black in tow. The cameras switch backstage to find Zesboca grabbing a hold of a nearby garbage can and slinging it at Jaime as she runs through the curtain. Jaime kicks the can in mid-air and gives chase to Zesboca. Jaime grabs Zesboca by the hair and runs her face first into a nearby table! She throws Zesboca onto the table and climbs on top, making a cover on the table!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


ZESBOCA KICKS OUT!
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JH: Falls really do count anywhere. Jaime just tried to pin Zesboca on a table!

CM: I’m surprised Zesboca didn’t no-show the kick out.

Zesboca wiggles out from under Jaime and takes off running yet again. Yet again, Jaime chases after her challenger. Jaime grabs Zesboca by the hair once more, running the belly dancer face-first into the closest door she can find! Zesboca drops to the ground, holding her forehead as Jaime advances… getting a boot to the stomach! Zesboca grabs the door handle and yanks the door open, running into the locker room!

CM: The hellcat locker room! Yay!

CL: Are we on WWE? A catfight in the women’s locker room is so predictable!

JH: Wait… is that the women’s locker room?

Jaime back pedals from the blow before giving chase for the umpteenth time, pushing the door open and following Zesboca… RIGHT INTO THE MEN’S LOCKER ROOM! Toby Bostock, Robert Black, and Dragon all jump up from their seats, yelling out at the intruding females. This goes unheard as Jaime spears Zesboca right into Dragon!

CM: AH! My eyes! It’s the men’s locker room!

JH: And Jaime just took out Zesboca and Dragon with a spear!

CL: She tackled two jobbers at once. What skill that must’ve took.

Jaime grabs Zesboca and throws her into the nearby leather couch, knocking it over! Jaime leaps over the couch, dropping into a mounted position on Zesboca and reasserting her dominance with hard right hands! It ends when Jaime makes another cover in her mounted position!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


ANOTHER KICK OUT!
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Jaime drags Zesboca up and runs her face into the lockers, causing a metal clang throughout the room! Jaime throws Zesboca down to the floor, moving in for what seems like another cover when Drake Love shows up out of nowhere! Jaime’s joking story of their relationship does her little favors as the self-proclaimed career killer grabs her arms up, holding her out for a beating at the hands of Zesboca!

JH: What the hell?! Drake Love is holding Jaime defenseless!

CL: Be fortunate he’s just holding her for Zesboca to attack.

CM: True, true. Given Drake Love’s hard-on for Jaime, I’m surprised he isn’t trying to ra--

JH: Don’t finish that sentence! You’ve caused enough problems by spreading lies about people.

Zesboca never gets the opportunity as Jaime boots her in the stomach! Before Drake can respond, black and blue flashes across the screen and Drake finds himself on the floor, getting hammered on by an Extreme Ninja the second!

JH: It’s Extreme Ninja #2 coming to Jaime’s rescue!

CM: Ugh! The little ninja boy! He’s just jealous that Drake’s hard-on for Jaime is bigger than his.

JH: You’re disgusting! Drake tried to avoid Ninja all night, but he certainly can’t run from him now.

The camera loses sight of that fight as the two men brawl off screen and we stay focused on the ladies, since this is their match. They collide in a hair-pulling, nail scratching fury that Jaime wins by dragging Zesboca down by the hair! Just in time, Hutch exits from a nearby door with nothing but a towel around his waist!

CM: HUTCH! It’s a god in the men’s locker room!

JH: He looks like he’s courting Jaime in the middle of a match. He has some nerve!

He stares wide-eyed at the females in the locker room, putting on his sleaziest grin before making Jaime an offer she can’t refuse. Or maybe she can by the look on her face. Zesboca pushes herself up to her knees and RIPS THE TOWEL OFF HUTCH!

CM: AH! My eyes! I can’t see! I don’t want to see!

JH: Zesboca obviously was not happy with Hutch’s involvement!

CL: Probably just jealous he had no interest in her.

JH: If Chip wasn’t worried about his blindness, he’d probably make a joke about how she’d no-show the date anyways.

Hutch hurries to cover himself from the camera but isn’t alone thanks to Toby who rushes over to help Hutch hide his X-rated body parts. This causes another fight to break out as Hutch tries to push Toby away from said body parts. But we don’t have time for this, Jaime has since thrown a knee into the face of Zesboca and grabs her by the hair, running her from the locker room and back into the hallway!

CL: Finally the fight leaves the shenanigans of the locker room behind. Maybe we’ll get some actual wrestling now.

CM: Go to the women’s locker room!

The hellcats continue their fight with Jaime throwing Zesboca head-first through the curtain leading back to the entrance stage! The crowd go crazy when Jaime brings the fight back to them, cheering even louder when Zesboca sits up only for Jaime to swing the chain link gate into her face! Next Jaime introduces Zesboca’s face to one of the ReVoltrons! And then Zesboca tastes concrete slab!

JH: Zesboca’s face bouncing off anything and everything Jaime can get her to.

Jaime grabs Zesboca by the hair, glancing back over her shoulder at the edge of the stage. She gets a determined look in her eyes and nods her head as the crowd begin to wonder if she’ll actually do what they really want to see. Jaime steps across the ring, dragging Zesboca by the hair and then SLINGS HER OFF THE STAGE WITH A HELLACIOUS HAIRMARE!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!

CM: She just threw her off the entrance stage!

CL: I didn’t know Pebbles had it in her. This might actually get interesting.

Jaime drops down off the stage, picking up the barely conscious Zesboca and slamming her face into the concrete slabs of the stage! Next Jaime runs her right into the chain link fence protecting the commentators! They all get a show as Jaime grinds Zesboca’s face back and forth across the fence. Jaime throws her backwards to the ground, letting everyone see the bloody mess that is her face.

JH: Jaime giving us a front row seat to the mutilation of Zesboca!

CL: Blood! She made her bleed! Did you see that?! She’s on the road to turning me on tonight.

CM: Ewww. I don’t want to watch women bleed! I want to see them make out! Kiss and make-up! Kiss and make-up!

Zesboca rolls over onto her stomach, dazedly crawling away from the champion. Jaime simply watches this take place, walking in line behind the challenger. Zesboca tries to pick up the pace, anxious to put some distance between them. Jaime allows her to crawl back to the entrance way before dragging her up and taking her back to the ring apron. And by that, I mean throwing her bloody face into the ring apron and then tossing her into the ring. Jaime throws the ring apron up, digging underneath for legal weapons.

CL: And now she’s looking for weapons? Could it be? Can Strawberry Shortcake get horrorcore?

JH: If her actions thus far are any indication, I wouldn’t be surprised.

CM: The way she’s acting tonight. Makes me wonder if she’s trying to send a message to Roxie.

She drags out two steel chairs, a trash can, a 2x4 and a fire extinguisher. All these goodies make their way into the ring before Jaime finally joins Zesboca. Jaime shoves trashcan in between the turnbuckle like we’ve seen done in a hundred hardcore matches and makes her way to Zesboca. The challenger strikes out in desperation, catching Jaime in the midsection. She then grabs Jaime and whips her into the trashcan! NO! Jaime grabs the ropes to stop herself and throws a kick back into Zesboca’s midsection! Jaime spins around, throws her legs around Zesboca’s neck and HURRACANRANAS HER OUT OF THE CORNER!

JH: Jaime avoids the trash can and even nails a hurracanrana from the corner! You mentioned she might be sending a message to Roxie, I have to wonder that myself.

CL: She might be smarter than I gave her credit.

Jaime drags Zesboca back up and tries again to whip her into the trashcan. Nope, Zesboca reverses the whip again! But Jaime reverses that, throwing Zesboca back-first into the trashcan! Zesboca stumbles out of the turnbuckle and gets dropkicked back into the trashcan!

JH: Zesboca tastes the trashcan twice!

CM: Given the damage done to her face, that’s gotta be the least of her concerns.

Zesboca lays face first in the canvas, spotting the fire extinguish in the nearest corner. She crawls as quick as she can towards the weapon, only to get a 2x4 cracked across her back! Jaime presents the broken 2x4 to the crowd long enough for Zesboca to snatch up the fire extinguisher and SPRAY IT INTO JAIME’S FACE!

CM: AH! Err, huh?

JH: Zesboca trying to use that fire extinguish to no avail.

CL: Let’s hope there isn’t a blaze in her anytime soon.

Or she would have if she knew how to use a fire extinguisher. I can only guess she doesn’t as nothing happens. Jaime kicks the extinguisher into Zesboca’s busted up face, doing it no favors but knocking it out of her grasp. Jaime snaps up the extinguisher, pulls out the pin and BLINDS ZESBOCA WITH WHITE FOAM!

CM: Jaime knows how to use the fire extinguisher!

JH: Jaime indeed does know how to use it. And now Zesboca’s just swinging for anything.

Zesboca swats and swings blindly, connecting with nothing while Jaime watches on from a safe distance. She scoops up one of the steel chairs and waits for Zesboca to walk her way in place and WHACKS HER IN THE FACE WITH THE CHAIR!

JH: Chair shot right into Zesboca’s bloodied and freeze-dried face!

CM: She used to taking shots of white to the face though.

CL: Ewwwww. Don’t ruin the mood for me.

Jaime sets the chair up before dragging Zesboca to her feet, holding her limp body in a standing position. She locks Zesboca in a front facelock, hooks her leg over Zesboca’s arm and DDTS HER INTO THE SEAT OF THE CHAIR!

JH: BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR! Into that seated chair!

CL: Did you see the chair’s seat cave in! Her head is IN the seat! I love it!

The crowd cheers for the champion as she stands up and stares down at Zesboca laying with her face imprinted into the seat of the chair. Her eyes travel from Zesboca to the second steel chair laying on the ground. She quickly scoops it up and moves back towards Zesboca. She glances out over the crowd, as if looking for approval, before raising the chair up high over her head. Logan Black watches with wide eyes as Jaime SLAMS THE CHAIR DOWN ON ZESBOCA’S HEAD!

JH: Jaime! Wait! NO!

CL: Dear Abba! Now she has officially become a Hellcat!

JH: Jamie just crushed Zesboca’s skull between two chairs!

Zesboca rolls off the chair, her face smacking into the canvas as blood comes from her bloodied mouth. She twitches slightly, her only movement as Logan Black rushes to her. He checks her over quickly and waves his hands wildly towards the timekeeper, calling Michael Anderson over with the belt.

DING-DING-DING-DING!

MA: Your winner via referee stoppage and STILL HELLCAT DIVISION CHAMPION… JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!!

JH: I don’t know how to react to this. Jaime won but… but at what cost? What has she done?

CM: I told you! She’s sending Roxie a message!

CL: She gave me more than a message. Thank you, Jaime!

Jaime stares down at Zesboca, shrugs her shoulders and takes the Hellcat Championship from Logan Black before raising it up in victory as her music plays over the speakers.

JH: No remorse in the Hellcat Champion’s eyes either. I’m not sure how I feel about this.

CM: You mean to tell me that Zesboca didn’t deserve this treatment.

JH: She wasn’t the nicest person but… come on, who does deserve that?

CL: Like it matters. We won’t be seeing Zesboca for a very long time. Thanks to Jaime.

Jaime continues to celebrate her victory in the ring while Logan Black checks on the badly beaten Zesboca. While the Hellcat Champion celebrates, Roxie Galanoochie slides into the ring! She makes no move for Jaime, instead blasting Logan Black over the back of the head with a double axe handle and then THROWS HIM FROM THE RING!

JH: Hey, wait! There’s Roxie now!

CL: Hellcatfight! I can’t wait to see these two tangle now! Grab that chair, Jaime! Get the other one, Roxie!

Jaime spins around, coming face to face with Roxie! The number one contender stands just inches from Jaime, nearly shaking with a violent rage as she stares into Jaime’s stunned expression. Roxie’s eyes come down to the title belt at Jaime’s side, causing the champ to pull it to her chest. Roxie raises up her hand and… extends it to Jaime in a handshake.

CM: Uh… what?

JH: Roxie… offering her hand to Jaime? A show of respect?

CL: How can you not respect Jaime after she rid this place of Zesboca?

The Hellcat Champion backs up a step, putting distance between herself and Roxie’s outstretched hand. The next visitor comes as Extreme Ninja #2 rushes into the ring. He comes to Jaime’s side, making sure she’s okay and keeping an eye on the unpredictable Roxie.

JH: Jaime looks very untrusting of Roxie and I can’t say that I blame her.

CM: I agree with Jaime’s reluctance to shake hands. A hug is much better suited.

With Ninja’s encouragement, the confused Jaime drops to the mat and ducks out of the ring with Ninja following. The twosome heads up the walkway, glancing back with confusion as Roxie’s smiling expression. Realizing that handshake isn’t coming, Roxie throws her hands up into the air and celebrates to Jaime Lee’s music, as if thrilled with Jaime’s successful defense.

JH: Jaime is still the Hellcat Champion and Roxie is still nuttier than a squirrel on crack!

CL: She respects Jaime now. And after that transformation we saw in Jaime tonight, I cannot wait until Blessed and Forsaken.

JH: Speaking of Blessed and Forsaken, let's look at that card before we go off the air folks.

CL: We have two dark matches apparently that'll be strictly on FIW.com, but the opening bout of the night has been decided...


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JH: The General Manager has decided since the Dual Crown Division is so thick...he'll have all the contenders fight it out! The winner of this match will go on later in the night to face Xtreme Kitten in the main event for the FIW Dual Crown Championship!

CL: This Race to the Ring Match was only seen once or twice before on FIW in the TNT brand. Basically how it works is the wrestlers are assigned areas of the backstage arena they start at. When the match starts, one by one they'll be released and the one that can get to the ring, climb up a ladder and get the contract wins.

CM: That hobo is in the match?! What is the Dual Crown coming to?! Here's hoping Prime or Kiyoshi knock Hutch and him silly. Or, HMM, maybe Kennedy...mmmhmmmm....Kennedy...


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CL: Grant's first defense as a champ and it is a fucking test to be sure. He'll be taking on two of the top contenders in Drake Love and Extreme Ninja #2. As well as Ethan Adams has cashed in his rematch clause and so he'll be in the match.

CM: The only ways to win are submission and knock out, right?

JH: That's right, which favors...all the men! Drake, Ethan and Grant are submission experts and Ninja's martial arts background makes for an easy time at knock out victories! There are a bunch of sub-plots in this one that you are going to have to be sure to check out!


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CM: Even if Colbert made a alliance with him, he's going to mope the floor with Phyllis' face at Blessed and Forsaken!

JH: That's right, it is another title match between the posh British wrestler and the posh Vampire wrestler!

CL: Both of these guys I hate, so, I'll be glad to see them destroy each other.


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JH: After the screw job the Zaibatsu did at ReVolt Against the Champions II, the General Manager is allowing Best Kept Serect one more chance.

CL: After the performance Zesboca just put on, I don't think Daisuke or Blond have any thing to worry about.

CM: You never know, Shaun might be able to pull it off!


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CL: It was announced earlier by Smellrick, and now it's official...ugh.

CM: Elrick's gonna die!

JH: Can Elrick withstand the onslaught of the near unstoppable Crackerjack to regain a title he had once ago?! Or, will Crackerjack put Elrick back in the grave he made for the Career Killer?! I've known Elrick for a long time, and with his heart and ability, I gotta be pulling for him!


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CM: Mmmhmmm....Mmmmhmmmmmm.....Mhmmmhmmmhmmm...

JH: Ahem, due to Roxie's bad temper around officials, the original one for this match backed out. Due to this, the General Manager has ensured that none of our staff will be in harm's way. As it will be the FIW Hellcat, Rory Von Drachenberg that is the referee for this match! Not much is known about her, will she call it down the middle or will she turn to the wrong side of the black and white shirt?!

CL: All I know, after that three-way and how Roxie broke Lesbiana's arm, and that match we just saw, I'm looking forward to this shit.


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JH: And, of course, the main event will see Xtreme Kitten put his titles on the line against...who knows?! It has been rumored this is punishment for Kitten's acts of the past as if he ran this show. Perhaps it is the higher ups' attempt to show what happens when you cross the boss.

CL: Or, as the case may be, THE Boss.

CM: Cooooome on Prime or Kiyoshi or Kennedy, destroy the softie and the hobo, and then, kill the kitte-

Suddenly the feed goes out and goes into static briefly, before a picture filters in. There is nothing but darkness surrounding the camera, and then...a red light appears across the room from the camera. It sheds light on some of the scene, revealing a face painted man wearing a crimson trench coat. His voice is a little hoarse, and he only just barely exhales these words...

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In what might be mid-message it cuts out and more static returns, and over the static a logo fades in.

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The logo stays there for a long time until the feed just cuts to nothing...

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